"28a7d32a-9938-4796-9416-18676ace4977"@en . "CONTENTdm"@en . "BC Historical Newspapers"@en . "2015-12-18"@en . "1912-05-04"@en . "https://open.library.ubc.ca/collections/cumberlandis/items/1.0068490/source.json"@en . "application/pdf"@en . " BOYS' WASH SUiTS\nIn all the leading patterns and\nstyles, \u00E2\u0080\u0094such as Buster llrown and\nSailor. These goods \"ill u.-isli well\nand the color, and lire jn-t tlic thin;,'\nfor a woll dressed li\u00C2\u00BBy. Slsses from\n3 to 6 years,\nCAMPBELL BROS.\ni^$4^ ^\u00C2\u00A3^/-y tf\nEaWF&S\nISLANDER\nLadies'hjd'siid'silk lisle GI&v^|; j\n\Vu|hiKe jupt, (t^eiyed ashipincnt' -\nof \u00C2\u00A3aie\u00C2\u00BB' Kid (JMvostntU wdujed\nshades'.^ i.uis and greys, all sizes,\nal. $1 a pWf/Wso long whilo Mi.\ngloves, Hne^^hVpiftfA? (Sir.\nCAMPBELif^BtdST*\nNn. 102\nTHE ISLANDEIl, CUMBERLAND, B.C., SATURDAY, MAY 4, 1012\n.Subscription price $1.50 per year\nTO CELEBRATE\nDOMINION DAY\nCommittee Appointed\nto Arrange Program\nof Sports.\nThere was an average attendance at the public meeting last\nMonday evening. His worship,\nthe mayor occupied the chair,\nand after a few woll chosen remarks declared the meeting open\nfor discussion. The discussion,\nto say the least, was interesting\nand varied, some contending that\nwe had always celebrated the\n24th of May and it was generally\nknown as the children's day and\nthey looked forward to it. Others\nsaid that Dominion Day was the\nbest; time to celebrate. Some\njumped up to maintain that the\nfirst of July was Union Bay's\nday and admired the free ride to\n*that delightful spot so generously given by the management of\nthe Canadian Colleries (Dunsmuir) Ltd. Others thought the\ntime was too short to celebrate\nthe 24th. It took time to collect\nmoney and prepare a good programme of sports and it would\nbe against the interest of Cumberland to celebrate Empire Day.\nThe first of July would give us\nmore time, and we should offer\ngood prizes as an inducement to\nsecure excursions from Nanaimo\nand outside points and-make it a\nred letter day for 1012. The\nmatter was brought to a finish\nby Mr. James Brown moving and\nMr. Alex. Rowan seconding that\nthe City of Cumberland hold\nits celebration on the first of July\nDr. J. A. Gillespie moved fin\namendment which was seconded\nby Mr. Thomas Bannerman that\nwe hold the celebration on the\n24th of May, Empire Day, as on\nprevious years, and allow Union\nBay the first of July as usual.\nAfter several more had spoken,\nthe question was put to a vote,\nand the motion was carried by\nthe small majority of two.\nThe following gentlemen will\nhave charge of the Dominion Day\nsports:\nPresident, His worship, the\nMayor.\nTreasures, Mr. Thos. E. Bate\nSecretary, Mr. James Brown\nGeneral Committee, Messrs\nBanks, Jack, Horbury, Smith\nRowan, Peocock, and Doctors\nGillespie, MacNaughton and\nHicks, with power to add to their\nnumbers. The committee will\nhold its first meeting on Monday\nevening next in the council chambers.\nFASHIONABLE WED-\nTwo of Cumberland's\nPopular Young People United.\nOne of the most popular events\nof the week took place Tuesday\nevening at the residence of Mrs.\nJames Watson, Maryport Avenue\nwliich was artistically decorated\nfor the occasion, when her sister,\nMiss Cassie Grace Fraser of Sunny Brae, N. S., was united in\nmarriage to Mr. Angus McQuar-\nrie, contractor of this city, formerly of Harwood Hill, N. S. The\nRev. James Hood of the Presbyterian Church performed the ceremony. The bride was beautifully attired in a very pretty\nsheer white union gown over\nwhite silk, with white veil and\norange blossoms. She was given\naway by her brother, Mr. Samuel\nA. Fraser, and was attended by\nher niece, Miss Grace Watson,\nwhile Mr. Chris. McQuarrie performed the duties of best man.\nImmediately after the reception\nthe happy couple left by automobile for Union Bay where they\ntook the stemship Princess Mary\nfor Vancouver and the Sound\ncities followed by the best wishes\nof tlieir many friends. \u00E2\u0080\u00A2 Upon\ntheir return they will take up\ntheir residence at the corner of\nPenrith Avenue and Second street\nThe house furnishers and decorators are giving their future\nhome the final touches before\ntheir return. A list of the presents, which were numerous and\ncostly, will be published in our\nnext issue.\nAll members of the Fire Brigade are requested to turn out\nfor practice on Monday night\nnext at 7:30.\nCOMMISSIONERS\nAPPOINTED\nThe police and licence commissioners have at last received\ntheir appointments:\nWilliam Campbell,\nJohn P. Watson,\nPolice Commissioners.\n1). R. MacDonald,\nRobert Cessford,\nLicence Commissioners\nWe may now expect something\ndoing. Improvements are needed in our hotel accommodation.\nNEW BUSINESS BLOCK\nFrank Dallos. of the popular\nHotel Waverly, will commence\nthe construction of a business\nblock at once. Mr. Dallos has\nalready built a large addition to\nhis hotel this spring and now he\nstarts the building boom which\nwe are going to have here this\nsummer by erecting a large two-\nstory building on his property,\nsttuated on Dunsmuir Ave., between First and Second streets.\nThe first floor will be used exclusively for stores, the demand for\nwhich is on the increase. The\nsecond floor will be used entirely\nfor offices, and partition off to\nsuit tenants. Actual construction\nwill commence at once.\nA. H. Peacey has in course of\npreparation plans and specifications for a large business block\non Dunsmuir Ave., which will be\nerected at once. Mr. Peacey's\nbusiness has grown so rapidly\nduring the last two or three years\nthat a building must be erected\nto suit the demands of his growing trade.\nJohn R. Gray, our popular\nchief of police, will in the near\nfuture erect a residence for his\nown use in the east end of Cumberland.\nH. J, Theobald has just moved\ninto his fine new residence recent\nly built in the east end.\nThe ladies of the Catholic\nchurch intend holding a Bazaar\nand Tea on June 18th. A dance\nwill follow in the evening. Particulars later.\nnew firm started iall BLAZE\nNANAIMO PRIZES\nThe Cumberland Departmental\nStores succeed John N. McLeod\nat his former business stand popularly known as the Corner Store.\nThe new firm consists of Mr. W.\nA. Wagenhauser, at one time\na general merchant of San Fran\ncisco, also late postmaster of\nWinnott, B. C, and proprietor of\nthe Winnott General Stores of\nSouth Vancouver, in partnership\nwith Mr. Frank Onate who has\nhad considerable mercantile experience and has spent quite a\nnumber of years in different\nparts of South Africa. The\nCumberland Departmental Stores\npromises to be one of the largest\nconcerns on this part of the island. They have already placed\norders for additional stock\namounting to $25,000.00, and intend to branch out into other\ndepartments and to complete and\nadd to the large stock they already carry. With the experience and ability of the new firm\ntheir success is assured.\nThe Board of license Commissioners\nwill meet on Tuesday evening next in\nthe Council Chambers.\nMr. John J. Wier, we are pleased to\nannounce, is improving steadily. We\nshall be glad to are hiin around again,\nMothers' Day will be observed in the Methodist Church torn' .\"ow. Everyone is requested\nto wear a white flower in honor\nof Mother. The morning service\nwill be especially for the children\nCELEBRATE\nPOUND NOTICK\nNotice is hereby given that I shall\noiler sor sale on Wednesday, May Sill.\n1912, at 7 p.m., at 'he City Pound,\nCumberland, lt.C, one small buy horse\nweighing aboul nine liundrod pounds,\nwhito face and left hind foot white,\nunless said animal is redeemed lief re\nsaid date und nil charges againsl sa nc\naro paid in full.\nPound fees, #3.00; cost of keep, ?fl;\nadvertising, *2.(!0; total cost #14 50.\nF. MONACO,\nPou \u00E2\u0096\u00A0\u00E2\u0096\u00A0\u00E2\u0096\u00A0\"\u00E2\u0096\u00A0\u00E2\u0080\u00A2\"\u00E2\u0096\u00A0 per.\nCumberland, B.C., May .'ird, 1912,\nSome of our citizens are com\nplaining at the way the marriage\nfestivities were kept up in the\nearly hours of last Wednesday\nmorning. Some of our citizens\ngot up and dressed at one o'clock\nin the morning and asked the\npolice to be good enough to put a\nstop to the annoyance. It's alright getting married and living\n'appy afterwards, but we fail to\nsee where the fun comes in disturbing the quietude of a whole\ncity for the sake of wishing the\nunoffending couple unalloyed\nhappiness.\nLocal Boys Make Good\nShowing at 1st of\nMay Sports.\nBetween five and six hundred\npeople took advantage of the excursion to visit Nanaimo on the\nfirst. The excursion train pulled\nout sharp at six a. m., but there\nwere compensations coming for\nthe early start. Cumberland carried everything before it in the\nshape of football. Teddy's Terriers won the final five-a-side\nfootball game. John S. Banner-\nwan won first in the one mile\nopen race, time 4m. 60s.\nR. Humphreys of Union Bay took\nfirst in the hundred yards dash.\nCumberland also got the best of\nNanaimo in the junior football\ngame. There is some talk of issuing a challenge for the first of\nJuly when an excursion is expected from Nanaimo.\nPleasant Evening with\nSongs, Speeches and\nBecitations.\nIN CITY HALL\nFilms Caught Fire and\nConsiderable Damage Done.\nLast Wednesday afternoon the\nCity Hall caught fire. Mr. Peter\nAnderson, one of the proprietors\nof the moving picture show, was\nbusy oiling up the machine preparing for the evening performance, and after giving it two or\nthree turns a mass of flame shot\nup through the building, the film\nhaving caught fire. The only account for the accident is that\nthere must have been a match on\nthe floor and while moving his\nfoot Mr. Anderson must have\nstruck it, setting fire to the films\nIt was only with considerable\ndifficulty that he succeeded in\ngetting out of the building.\nThe fire bell rang at once and\nin a few minutes the fire was\nput out, but not until some of the\nshingles were cut away and water poured through the roof, making the plaster fall from the\nceiling and leaving the place in\nwretched shape. The estimated\ndamage to the City Hall will be\n$1,000, which is covered with insurance. Messrs. Smith and Anderson will suffer total loss of\ntheir stock as they had no insurance.\nOLD TIMERS GONE\nSamuel Drake and Edward\nQuennell, pioneers of British Columbia and old time residents of\nNanaimo, have been called away\nby death during the last week.\nMr. Drake held the position\nof sheriff for the county of Nn\nnaimo for a number of years\nFOH SALE-Thnroughbred mare,\nfust, safe and reliable; either saddle or\nharness. One of tho fastest- if nnt\nIim fastest trolling horse in the district.\nIV further particulars apply THOS.\nE. HATE, Cumberland, B.C.\nEGOS FOH HATCHING\u00E2\u0080\u0094 S.C\nWhite Leghorns. Wilson-Cooper strain\ndirect. Breeders seleclo 1 for vigour\nand largo egg production. #2.00 [ier\n15 eggs; $6.00 per 50 eggs; #10.00\nper 100 eggs. Order early to avoid\ndisappointment. F.H. THOMASON,\nCourtenay, B.C.\nUnion Lodge No. Ill, O. O. F.\nof Cumberland, assisted by the\nRebekahs, celebrated their 93rd\nanniversary last Friday with a\nbanquet and concert. After partaking of the sumptuous repast\nprovided by the sisters, the following program was rendered:\nPart I.\nToast to the King.\nSong, Jack McLaughlan\nRecitation, A. Steinhouse\nSong, James Aston\nToast, The I. O. O. F., eliciting an eloquent response from\nJohn C. Brown.\nSong, Miss Henderson\nSong, Mrs. Frelone\nRecitation, Sec. H. Parkinson\nPart II.\nSong, Jock MacLaughlan\nSong, Miss Shearer\nAble addresses were given by\nJohn Spencer and James Smith,\nand a very enjoyable evening\nwas brought to a close by the\nsinging of Auld Lang Syne.\nMr. Charles Heraper of Comox\nand Courtenay has been awarded\nthe contract for the painting of\nthe wireless station at Cape Lazo\nCHARLIE SCAVARDA\nAT LAST SUCCUMBS\nCharlie Scavarda, son of Frank\nScavarda, general merchant,\ndied at the Union and Comox\nHospital last Sunday morning,\nApril 28th, at the age of seventeen years. The deceased was\nshot by an unknown Chinaman\nwhile passing through the school\ngrounds. The bullet struck him\nin the neck and lodged in the\nback bone, injuring thc spinal\ncord. Six months and four days\nhe lingered, his lower limbs com\npletely paralyzed. Two months\nof the time he remained at home,\ntwo weeks in Vancouver in the\nvain hope of help, and the remaining portion of the time he\nwas lying in the hospital here.\nAll that human skill could do was\ndone. The Chinaman still re\nmains a fugitive from justice.\nThe funeral took place Monday\nafternoon from the residence of\nhis parents at the corner of Second Street and Dunsmuir Avenue\nto the Catholic Cemetery, the\nReverend\nating.\nIS\nCOMING. BACK\nHe says he is Going to\nBlow his Horn, so\nGet Ready.\nMonday evening, May Gth, will\nmark an epoch in the amusement\nline in this city. Manager Curtis\nwill open up in the Cumberland\nHall with an array of talent and\npictures such as has never been\nequalled in any moving picture\nshow in British Columbia. Mr.\nCurtis has been very successful\nin securing the famous Loraine\nLadies' Orchestra, direct from\nthe Hipprodome, N. Y. Miss\nLoraine is considered the best\ntrap drummer that ever visited\nthis part of the country. Miss\nIrwin is a violin soloist of no\nmean ability, who created quite\na sensation at the Coliseum in\nSan Francisco recently by her\nperfect rendition of Mozart's\nSonata op. 147.\nAmong the vocal soloists will\nbe found Miss Lucille Wise, with\nall the latest ragtime hits. Among '\nother selections she will sing tho\nlatest New York sensation,\n\"Everybody is Doing It.\" Miss\nWise is a lady of charming personality and no doubt will make\na great hit.\nMiss Violet Perry will preside\nat the piano. This will mako a\ncombination of musicians seldom\nexcelled in this part of the country. The pictures will be the\nlatest creation of the film makers'\nart, and among other comedies\nwill be the \"New Easter Bonnet\"\nand \"Oh, You Ragtime,\" introducing Alexander's Ragtime\nBand.\nSpecial arrangements have\nbeen made to handle the enormous crowds and in the selection\nof employees the management\nhas put forth every effort to secure courteous and obliging help.\nThe performance will start at\n7:30 p.m., and tho admission to\nthis grand entertainment will he\nthe same as usual.\nMr. M. Manson, member-elect\nfor this district, paid Cumberland\na visit on Thursday last, lie is\nmaking a tour of the distriot to\nascertain the wants and requirements in the shape of roads and\nbridges.\nA, R. Kierstead, late of Victoria, has purchased tho blacksmith shop occupied by Minnie\nand Potter. He has torn down\nthe old building and will erect a\ntwo story one 38 by 50 foot in\nwhich to carry on the business of\na general blacksmith.\nMiss Irene Mounce arrived here this\nwork lo join her parents.\nThe receipts from tho co itoms\nrevenue for Cumberland for the\nmonth of April was $1,330.00.\nMiss Anna Bell McLellan was\nunited in marriage to Mr, Harry\nBiggs last Tuesday evening, Rev.\ntther Mertens oflici-j Laffere officiating. The list of\n[ presents will bc published later. THE ISLANDER. CUMBERLAND. B.C\nJt\ which the world's peoplo woar\nfor garmenta still comes irom\nNorth America, says Chambers's Jour\nEal, dospito tbo groat changes whieh\nhave occurred ou Uiat continent, us\npeci&Uy within tliu last fifty years, by\ntht: Bottling of what wan formerly a\nwilderness, Tho value of the yearly\nfur-hunt on aea ami laml throughout\nthe world is about five million pounds.\nOf this amount Canada aud Alaska\ncontribute nearly one lifth, not because\nOf lhe large numbor of skins BOCUrod\nty the hunters, but boeauso ao many\nof them are rare and valuable, for we\nmusl remember that the seals takeu in\nthe waters of North America alone represent a very large sum each year.\nTbe history of the Hudson 'a Bay\nCompany might be called a history of\nthe American fur industry; because,\n\u00E2\u0080\u00A2Ince it was formed back iu tho seventeenth eeutury, this eorporatiou has\nhud its agents and haulers scattered\nover an enormous territory\u00E2\u0080\u00A2 Ovor a\n\u00E2\u0080\u00A2i:.;ury ago it had no less than oue\nhundred and sitxy trading-posts and\n''factories\"\u00E2\u0080\u0094tlio term factories meaning stations in charge of its factors or\nbuyers, It not vnly obtained furs from\nmost of that part of Canada which is\n(until and west of tho Oroat Lakes,\nbut many thousand p*du wero received\nfrom the Pacific North-West\u00E2\u0080\u0094that portion of the United Btatos comprising\nthe states of Oregon, Washington, and\nNevada\u00E2\u0080\u0094at that time almost unknown\nto the white man. In those daya Win\nnipeg was the head-centre of the Hud-:\nson's Buy Company, the log fort which\nIt constructed being tho foundation of\nthe present eity. No lougor is thia the\nhead centre, for civilization has crowded the fur-hutiter farther and farther\nnorth, until Winnipeg ia only one of\nthe minor stations of tbe great corpora\ntion.\nSeven hundred miles to tho north\nWest of it is Edmonton, the largest\nmarket t'or \" raw ' furs in the Sew\nWorld, the capital of Alberta, and tbe\nmust northern point on thc North\nAmerican continent to bo reached by\ni continuous lina of railroad. Picturesque yet modern, and au outpost of\n\u00E2\u0080\u00A2mpire, Kdmonton iu thy old daya was\nau important settlement in that flection, the extreme north western market\nin the fur-country, It waa founded a\nteutury or so ago by tho old North-\nWestern Pur Company, for a brief time\n$ competitor of the Hudson'b Bay Company.\nThe industry ia now divided into\nbranches. But few of the akina are\nsecured by thc buyers direct from the\nhunters and trappers, moat of them\nbeing obtained through thc fur-traders\nWho yearly mako expeditious into the\nwilderness, nnd obtain a \"load,\" often\nfor a supply of provisions and clothing,\nand perhaps bo money whatever\nchanges hands. In the spring, whea\ntlic ice and snow commence to thaw,\ntbe agents of the big concerns, tho freo\ntrailers and the fow trappers who have\neared to brii.g thoir furs as far bark\nas Edmonton and Prince Albert, begin\nto move back to tho north country. The\nObjective point of many of the traders\nis Kort Resolution, a post on Oreat\nSlave Lake, nearly oue thousand miles\nnorth of Kdmonton, as the trail leads,\nand something like four hundred miles\nSouth of the Arctic Circle. Port Chip-\nftewayaa, on Luke Athabasca ia another\nmportant poBt, alao oa the edge uf the\nfur country; and there are a number of\nposts iu tbe interior and along the Mackenzie River, which flows frmn Oreat\nBlave Lake into the Arctic Sea. The\nmost northerly poat ia Kort Mcpherson,\nfro the Peel Kiver, two thousand miles\nnorth nf Rd mon ton, and approximately\n\u00E2\u0096\u00A0ne hundred aud fifty miles above the\nArctic Circle.\nEach company of traders takes a\ntarge supply or provisions and goods\nfor barter, in addition to ita own stock\nof food, guns, etc., and the journey in\nlevering the thousand miles to Port\nResolution, or tho greater distances to\nthe more remote posts, is one of great\n1101 cul ty and hardship. Thh first nino\nty miles out r.f Kdmonton is overland\nto Athabasca Landing, on the Athabasca River, where flat boats and can-\nO's are taken and the trip to the fur\ncountry begins in earnest. The route\nlies downstream all the way, since the\nAthabasca tlown north into Athabasca\nLake, which ia connected with (ireat\nBlave Lake by the Oreat Slave River,\nBut there are many rapids to Iw avoided by moans of lone; portages, ao that\n\u00E2\u0080\u00A2ven this part (if the journey ia' not\n\u00E2\u0080\u00A2ssy.\nTbe traders come hack to Kdmonton\nmore heavily laden than whon they\nwent away. Tbe pelts obtained by\nbarter direct from the trappers or collected from distant posts are packed\nIn bales weighing about a hundred or\n#o pounds ench, and loaded on their\n\u00E2\u0080\u00A2anoes and flal boats. Then tho flght\nagainst the current all the way buck\nIn Athabasca Landing ia commenced.\nTowdlnes arc altaehed to the bigger\nand heavier of the boats, and they are\npulled upstrt-am liy men who walk\nalong the banks \"tracking,\" aa it is\nSailed. When the portages are reached\nthe boats musl be unloaded and the\ncargoes and the boats enrried past the\nrapids. Going down, it is possible to\n8\u00C2\u00BBnd the goods by laml and \"shoot\"\nthe rftplds in the empty boat sometimes. Oolng up, it is unload, carry,\n\u00E2\u0080\u00A2 nd reload from end to end.\nBut if (be men who do this part of\nthe work have a hard tank, the lot of\nthe trapper fa infinitely harder. Ho\nmuat pursue the sources of hit livelihood with lhe utmost cunning, varying\nbis methods, from lodging a bullet in\nthe vitals of n bear or oilier large ani\nunal in sucb a way as will not injure\nthe pelt to wetting the subtlest of\nsnares for Mich wary ones aa the little\nermine, only the jet black tail of whieh\nIs visible a\u00C2\u00BB it whisks across the blind\nIng snow. The ermine is very shy, and\ntt must be specially dealt with In order\nto avoid Iniury to ita delicate skin.\nIven tho smallest of the steel traps are\n\u00C2\u00A7m*M.\ntoo heavy for tbe best specimens, which\n-he trapper must catch iu snares ot\ntondor boughs or in some auch way.\nSometimes he puts a liulo grease on hit\nhunting-knife and lays ii across the sue\ncession of dots aud dashes in tbe snow\nwhich show uu ermine 1ms passed tha'\nway. Along conies the little white form\non ita erratic course ugain, The grcusi\nappeals to it, and it begins to lick the\nMade of the knife; bnt, alasl tha:\npiece of steel is ley cold, and the tinj\nit'll tongue is instantly frozen to it s<\nlightly as to render futile all tbo fran\ntic struggling, Thc knife is too heovj\ntor the little animal to cany away\nnnd in his own good lime tho trappei\ncornea aud finishes his work.\nIf ho manages lo tnke a silver fox.\nthe trapper is in great luck, for tlu\nl*lt of a prime specimen of that ani\nnsl is worth fifteen hundred dollar.\nlo the man who buys it duwu at Ed\nmonton, ami the very best will bring\nthe buyer as much an twenty-five huu\ndied dollars. But tbe trapper gets few\nsilver foxes, and for these he receives n\nprice much smaller tban the figure nl\nwhich the white trader will eventually\nmake his aale. The animal of whicli\ntho trapper will probably capture most\nis tho lynx. One firm of traders brougln\neight thousand lynx into Kdmonton laat\nsummer, and these formed only a part\nof the total receipts. Others which are\ntaken in large numbers are beavers,\nbears, otters, wolverines, minks, martens, musk rata, musk-oxen, fishers,\nweasels, and white, red, black, and\nross fox. Tens of thousands are trapped during tbe course of a season.\nThe hunter or trapper muat carry\ntraps and supplies Into the remotest\nregions, where even lumbermen are unknown. He builds a low, wide sled,\nholding three hundred pounds, and\nloads this with pom, flour, undercloth\ning, and ateel traps. And when thc ice\non streams and lakes will bear his\nweight he starts into the wilderness,\nthere to lead a hermit's life for seven\nfrom the nearest habitation, the trapper tries to fiud two parallel streams\nrunning near each other. Hero he\npitches his home-camp, getting traps\nalong botli rtvirs. Tho work of taking\nmonths. Arrived at a point mnny mili-s\ngame frmn the traps is varied by catch\ning fish, snaring rnbbits. and capturing\nmusk rata for bait and food. Now nnd\nthen the hunter mny kill a wandering\nbear\u00E2\u0080\u0094an event whieh may lead him to\nH big Btore of wild honey in t\ hollow\ntree. In this utter solitude lives thf\nadventurer, perhaps forgetting the day\nof the week or the month of the year.\nHo fixes the date for breaking up camp\nand turning back to civilization by the\ncondition of tbe fur on the animals he\ntakes or by the effects of sunlight pn\nthe Bnow. Now and then he will shout\na deer, or even a moose, for the sake\nof tho rawhide, moat, and fat, which\nlatter keeps his traps from rusting. I\nA file serves bim instead of a grind-1\nstone to keen nxos nml knives keen;\nand he washes hia clothes through a*\nhfde in the ice, drying them by an open\nfiro. The dazzling clnre of February\noften brings snow-blindness; and a\nmonth nr two later thf- fast-thinning\nfur on hia prey shows that further work\nis unprofitable, He then secretes his\nj traps tn hollow Inga ready for next\nseason, packs his Innd of pelts on the\nwide sled, and trudges off through the\nforest to the nearest post or settlement. On arriving, the trapper sells\nhis furs.\nWhen the trading wesson is over, the\ntrappers eo back to their winter hiP.f\ning grounds, which they do nnt leave\nfrom Oetohr-r till .Tune, Here they may\nhave s shack nr hut built of logs which\nwill enable them tn withstand the rigor-\nova weather, but the location must be\ncar the homes of the animals, where\nhey can frequently examiuu the score\n\u00C2\u00BBr more of trapa and nets which are\n>ot for their capture. The extreme cold\nI'outber largely enables thom to keep\nhe skins \"cached\" or stored out of\nuors until lule spring, when they pro\nuie for thoir journey southward to\niioot tho trudcrs. Tho fura may he\ninched ou ponies, ou sledges, or iu\n\u00C2\u00BBouta or otuer water-craft, for where\nmtorwaya are available these aro used\n.u uinkit.g tho journey. As the traders\ntow advance further into the wilder-\n.less the hunters aud trappers aro saved\nmuy a week formerly needed in uiak\nng their way to the ueareht factory.\nSo many are now engaged at the vo\natiou thut thu American fur trade is\n.dually greater to-day thau ever bo-\nore, in spite of the immense tracts of\n.vilderness formerly the home of game\niiiimuls which have beeu settled by the\n.vbitc mon. This is because by the preient system tho hunters aud trappers\necu re much more value for their skins\nhan iu the past, and have time to\nover a larger area of the wildernohs.\nSome of tho iudiaus in the more north\n'ily sections, whore the furs ure the\nInost because of tbe greatest cold, sel\ntorn or never son a white man or any\n-igu of civilisation. They remain iu\n.bo woods from year's end to year's\nnd. Tho polta which they gather and\nliuug on treoa, or '' cache' in some\nnere effective manner, aro collected hy\nhalfbreud representatives of the trad-\nis whenever the opportunity offers.\nMuny curious instances of the manner in Vhich tho honesty of the Indian\nuauifests itself are cited in the north\ncountry. Ono of the tales told is of a\nnative who, desiring food and tobacco\nuid blankets, broko into the store of\ni remote trading post which had been\nlocked and abandoned for a few weeks\nwhile the white man In charge transacted business elsewhere. The Indian\nsupplied his ucods, hut he loft pelts fur\npayment for what he took; aud mouths\nlater he came back to ascertain if ho\nbad left enough. Except in thc matter\nof price, the tradora deal fairly with\nthe Indiana, und ordinarily nothing but!\ngood feeling exists betwoeu the two\nclasses. One Indian found a post closed whon he went to it to dispose of his\nskins. Beiug unwilling to wait, he\nforcibly entered and left his pack, but\nnothing with it to indicate his identity.\nThou he retired, fastening the door as\nbest he could, and not until a year later\nlid he rturn. When he walked into the\npost and told his story the price of\nthe skins wna handed over to him without question. Tbo accouuts of the white\nman had been carefully kept, and he\nwas certain that no claim but a juut\nnue would be mndo.\nRev. Father Mauuai Abascai, of the\nRoman Catholic Uhuruu of ilie Holy\nAngel, thief of Polico Armando Kiva\nand Sr, Miguel Morales acted tor the\nunde, while br, Julio du la Torre and\nPrautilacu O. t^uirus uctud i'or the bride\ngloom.\n'11k- bride will in a few days start\nfor Paris to juiu bur husband. <\nNERVE AGONIES\nALL i.ERVOUS DISEASES CURED\nBY Dtt. WILLIAMS' PINK PILLS\nVerves that are over-worked or weak\nquickly indicate their distress by pain.\nThat pain may be neuralgia or inflamed\nnerves, usually affecting the head, but\noften the spine and limbs. It may he\nnervous dyspepsia, easily started b\\nworry, excitement or weakness. It mn\\nbb St. Vitus dance, a common affliction\namong children, or neurasthenia, a cou\ndition of general nervous exhaustiot\naccompanied by acute melancholy.\nWorst of all the pain may signal the\nearly stages of paralysis ot nervous dt\ncay, All theso disorders signify thai\ntbo hungry nerves are clamoring foi\nnourishment iu the form of good, rich\nblood. The numerous cures of the abo\nnamed nervous diseases and weakness\nin both sexes by Dr. Williams' Pink\nPills, are accounted for by tbe fact that\nr.keso Pills actually make new, rieb\nblood and io supply the starved nervei\nwith the vital elements needed t<\nstrengthen them. Mr. Wm. 0. .(ones\nWestrnoad, Man., says: \"A few year*\nago it wan my misfortune to suffer from\nnervous debility, brought about through\na severe attack of la grippe or influ\nenza. When the fint effects were felt I\nused to wake up in the middle of sleep\ntrembling like a leaf, and in a bath of\ncold perspiration. Later the trouble\ngrew io bad tbat I scarcely got a wink\n\nof crying. Whilo iu this condition, a\npamphlet was given me telling what\nDr. Williams' Pink Pilla had done foi\nothers, and I determined to give them\na trial. By the time I\" had finished a\nfew boxes I began to get some sleep,\nind this greatly encouraged me. Then\nmy strength began to return, my nerves\nurew steadier and in a few weeks more\nI was feeling as well as ever I did in\niay life, and yon may be sure I will al\nways gratefully recommend Dr. Wil\nliams' Pink Pills to every one sick or\nailiog, ss they restored me to health\nand strength after all other medicines\nhad failed.\"\nTnu can gat these Pills from any\nmedicine dealer or by mail at 50 cents\nit boi er aii boxes for $2.!W from The\nWillises' Uedieiao Co., Breekviils,\nA REPORTER'S AEROPLANE RIDE\nI HERE aro plenty of reporters at tho\naviation meets, but as their obser\nvations are usually made from\nterra firma, we have so far had very\nfow accounts of how it really fools to\ntly. The man who runs the macbino\nbus other things to think about, uud\not usually a graphic writor. A correspondent of tho Loudon Times, bower, recently took au air trip, being\ninvited to go because he weighed 19ii\npounds. The aviators wore having a\nweight-Carrying contest. Tho wind was\nblowing about twenty miles au hour,\nand the rest of tbe competitors declined\nto tuko the risk, bo the aviator aud the\nreporter had a \"walk-over,\" but not\naa tame as most victories of that kind.\nWo read:\n\"The worst part of such a journey\nfor the novice is the waiting until\neverything is ready for tbe start. Tho\nsensation of anticipation is not unlike\nthe feeling that one has when oue is\nwaitii.g for a wounded boar to break\ncover from the corner into which he\nis driven. Dut once tho propeller starts\nto whirl behind you all other thoughts\nboyond the exhilaration of rapid motion vanish, You have pript the struts\nthinking that you will have to hold on\nlike grim death, but you immediately\n(ind that this is not uecessury, lhe\nmachine moves nlong tho ground at an\nextraordinary pace nnd I only knew\nlhat it was actually flying when I saw\nthe elevating plane change from tbo\nhorizontal. Of the motion of flight it\nis difficult to speak clearly, Even in\ntho high wind that Mr. Ornce was now1\nclimbing, it was not more than tbe sensation of a beautifully balanced motor-\near. The earth\u00E2\u0080\u0094in this case tbe sward\nof the ha oark racecourse\u00E2\u0080\u0094seemed to\nbe racing nway from uuder us. and in\na flash we were' level with the first pylon\nand the judge's box.\n\"The much ine wns now up to 150\nfeet, and I becamo engrossed in Mr.\n\"race's method iu flying, It seemed\nto mo thnt his attention was glued to\nli ih elevating plane, with just moment-\niry glances out of his eyes to judge\nthe distance by whieh he hnd to shun\neach pylon in ita turn. We were now\ncrossing fields and water. I could observe the gates, tho wire fences, aud\nft man bathing in the water. Then we\nwent around into thn wimi. Our pace\nimmediately Blackened, and Mr. Oraco\nvas working to keep his machine in\nthe air. As we crossed a road we were\ngoing so slowly that I could observe\nthe direction of the hoof marks of a\nborse thst had recently passed. Here\nall observation censed, ns Mr, Ornce\nwas now battling with the wind. Wo |\nhnd only 600 yards to traverse to cross\nthe winning Une. but the dend weight\nngninst the wind wns bringing the malt ine down. Then there came n gust\nheavier than them all. It took the ma-\n\"htne just up the requisite amount to\ncross the lino, and we came gently to\nearth. It had only been a four minute\n-I 'e. but it wns certainly the most delightful ride that I have ever experienced. The only recollection that I\nhave that will describe the general sensation is that of exquisite motion.\"\nA VOUNO COUPLE MARRIED BT\nPROXY\nMVRIUAGES by proxy are yet allowed bv liw in Cuba, On Wednesday (says a Cuban nnwspaper, a\n\u00E2\u0096\u00A0narked \"copy of which haH been sent us\nby a Toronto man now in Jamaica) one\nof theso weddings took place in this city\nit the residence of Mrs. Holer on the\nVfnlecon, when her daughter. Bta, Mont*\nna Roler, became the wife of Mr.\nFrancis Ruas, boh of tho well-known\nbroker of thia city, who is now in ParU.\nSr. Rt.fl sent a power of attorney to\nhis friend, flpenker Orestes Porrara, and\nanother tn 8r. Manuel Torrei. Sr. Torres\n\"\u00E2\u0080\u00A2enresentpd the bridegroom nt the wedding, as Sr. Ferrari was away in Santa\nOlara.\nThe ceremony wai performed by the\nQUEER FIRE TRICES EXPLAINED\n1MKE tricks were practised ia very\n: ancient times. The first known\nfire-breather waa a Syrian slave\nnamed Bonus, a leader in the servile\nwar iu Sicily, ISO B.C, He pretended\nlo huve immediate communication with\nthe gods. When desirous of inspiring\nbis followers with courage he breathed\nflames und sparks from hia mouth.\nIu order to accomplish this feat Eu\nmis pierced a nutshell at both ends, and,\nhaving filled it with some burning sub\nstance, he put it in his mouth aud\nbreathed through it. The same trick is\nperformed today iu a more approved\nmanner. The performer rolls some flax\nor hemp into a ball about the size of\na walnut, whieh ho lets burn until it ia\nnearly consumed. Then he rolls around\nit moro flax while it is still burning.\nliy this menus the fire is retained in the\nball for a long timo. Ue slips tnis ball\ninto his mouth unpereeived, and theu\nbreathes through it. His broath revives\nlhe tire, and he sustains do injury so\nlong as he inhales only through his nos\ntrils.\nVarious theories have been advanced\nto account for other feats of this sort\nperformed by the ancients, observes\nHarper's Weekly. An old ordeal was\nthe holding of a red-hot iron by tbo\naccused, who was uot burned if ho wero\ninnocent. Probably some protective\npaste waa used cu the hands. The peculiar property of mineral salts, such\nas alum, iu protecting articles of dress\nfrom fire has long been known. An old\nMilanese devised a costume consisting\nof a cloth covering for the body which\nhad beeu steeped in alum. A metallic\ndress of wire gauze wns added to this,\nand thus protected a man might walk\nn hot iron.\nFire walking is au ancient Oriental\ncustom, the origin of which is apparently unknown. It still survives in India, Japan and some of the South Sea\nIslands. The performance, sometimes\npreceded by incantations conducted by\npriests and followed by a feast, consists iu walking barefoot over a bud\nof stones which have been made rwd\nor white hot by fire.\nA tribe ou one of the Fiji Islands\nwas ouce persuaded to give an exhibition, and several Europeans went to\nwitness it. One of them, a Oovernment\nmeteorologist, carried a thermometer\nthat would register up to four hundred\nWhen the guests arrived they found\nhundreds of natives assembled. Tho\noven was twenty-five or thirty feet loug\nand eight feet broad, and was shaped\nlike a saucer. The deepest part of the\ndepression was fifteen feet in length.\nThe preparations had been undertaken\nlong in advuiiee to avert any delay,\nand the visitors saw the stones still\ncovered with embers.\nWalking beside the pit before this\nwaa done, the man with the thermometer recorded a temperature of one hundred and fourteen degrees. After the\natones were uncovered he hung his instrument out over the centre of the\noven, six feet above the stones, whereupon the mercury rose to two hundred\nand eighty-two degrees. It is said the\nstones were \"white-hot,\" and that low\nflames from several holes between the\nstones could be seen leaping up around\ntbem.\nTwo of the men who were to walk\nacross the oven were examined by tho\nEuropeans before their daring act.\nThey wore garments about tbe neck aud\nwaist. Their feet and legs were entirely bare. The soles of their feet were\nsoft and flexible, showing that they had\nnot beon rendered permanently callous\niu any way.\nIn order to detect Ue presence of\nchemicals that might hare been applied for the occasion, various tests\nwere made.\nFinally, at a signal, the seven or\neight natives who took pnrt in the ex\nhlbitl6n camo down in single file to thf\noven and walked across the atones from\none end of tbe pit tu the other. They\nspent less than half a minute there.\nImmediately after they emerged the\nEuropeans again inspected their feot,\nbut could find uo sign of burning\nblistering.\nSeveral Englishmen have tried thin\nexperiment, one of them a British re\nsident on one of the Society Islands,\nHe stated that he felt something re\nsembllng slight electric shocks, and\nthat the tingling sensation continued\nfnr hours afterward, but thnt that wns\nall. Thc tender skin of his feet wns\nnot even hardened by Are. Vet the\natones were so hot that an hour after\nward green branches thrown on them\ncaught fire and biased up.\nplaced the offending finger iu the hinges\nof his table, which was attached to the\ncoll wall, and violently raised the leaf,\nwith the result that the finger was absolutely ahatterod and had to be removed.\"\nAnother case, even more remarkable\niu its way, waa that of the notorious\nAmerican criminal, Bidwell, who was\nsentenced to penal servitude for life in\nconnection with the Hank of England\nforgeries.\n\"lie was iu good health on conviction, but never did any active work in\nprison. Feigning loss of power iu his\nlegs, he lay iu bed from duy to day,\nand from year to year, defying all efforts of persuasion, and resisting all unpleasant coercive measures devised to\nmake him work. When 1 saw him at\nDartmoor at the end of eight or nine\nyears of his sentence, long disuse of\nhis legs bad rendered hiin almost a\ncripple. Tho muscles were extremely\nwasted, and both hip and knee joints\nwere contracted in a stute of semiflexion, so that he lay doubled up in\na bundle. Though he was examined\ntime after time by experts, uo one succeeded in discovering auy organic disease, or any cause for bis condition\nother than hia own firmly expressed determination never to du a day a work\nfor the Hritisb Gorerumeiit\u00E2\u0080\u0094a threat\nwhich 1 believe he ultimately carried\nout.' *\nProbably the biggest cannibal orgy\non record is one of which Miss Beatrice\nOrimshaw tells in \"The New New\nGuinea\" (Hutchinson), \"la 18f>8 a\nshipload of Chinamen waa baing taken\ndown to Australia. The vessel was\nwrecked upon a reef close to Kossel\nisland (New Guinea). The officers escaped in boats, but were never afterwards heard of. Aa for the Chinamen,\nnumbering 31.H, ths natives captured\nthem, nud put them on a amall barren\nisland, where they had no food, and no\nmeans of getting away. They kept their\nprisoners aupplied with food from the\nmainland, and every now and then carried away a fow of them to eat, until\null but oue old mau had been devoured,\nThis one succteded eventually iu get\nting away, and told something, of the\nstory, which seems to have met with\ngeneral disbelief, True it is, however,\non the evidence of the Bona of those\nwho did the deed.\"\nA characteristic story of John Bright\nis told by Mrs. T. P, O'Connor in her\nnew book, \"I Myself.\" He was at\ndinner one night with an M.P. whose\nwife by no means shared hcr husband's\ndemocratic sentimcuts. John Bright\nwns sitting near his hostess, and she\nwns rather annoyed at having bim among ber smart guests, and thought to\ngive him a direct snub, so she said during a pause in the conversation:\n\"Mr. Bright, tlm rug, I understand,\nwna made by you, and * am very dissatisfied with it, I have ouly had it a\nshort time, and it is very shabby and\nbadly mude.\"\n\"Is itf\" said Mr. Bright, getting up\ndeliberately fium the table and taking\ni silver candelabrum which he put\nlown upon the floor and, getting upon\nhis knees, closely examined the carpet.\nYnu are quite right,\" he said, blithely getting up, \"It is a bad carpet, aud\nI will order my Arm to send you another in its place.\" And then he calmly resumed hts political conversation\nnd the dinner went on.\nLITTLE TALES FROM NEW BOOKS\nTHIE infamous Captain Morgan and\n1 his piratical crew were sometimes\nin tight places in Panama, and uu\none occasion were reduced to eating\ntbeir leathern bags. \"Home persons.\nlays one of the company, Rxnuemeltn\n(whose narrative is reproduced in \"The\nBuccaneers in the West Indies\"), \"who\nnever were out of their mothers' kitchens may ask how thess pirates could\neat, swallow and digest these pieces of\nleather, so hard and dry. Unto whom\nI ouly answer: That could they experi\nmeat what hunger, or, rather, famine is,\nhey would certainly find the manner,\nby their own necessity, as the pirates\ndid. First, these took the leather and\nsliced it in pieebs. Then did they beat\nit between two stones and rub it, often\ndipping it in the water to render it by\nthese means supple nnd tender. Lastly,\nthty scraped off the hair and roasted\nor broiled it upon the fire. And being\nthus cooked they cut it into small morsels and ate it, helping it down with\nfrequent gulps of water, which by good\nfortune they had right at hand.\"\nMalingering is common in jail, but\nsurely a case quoted from hiB own experience hy Or. Quinton, the late Governor of Holloway, in \"Crime and Criminals\" (Longmans) is a record. The\n\"hero\" waa a violent prisoner who\nfeigned stiffness of the index ringer to\navoid oakum picking. He was so angry\nwhen the finger was forcibly bent that,\n\"on returning to his cell, lie promptly\nShiloh'sGvre\n3\u00C2\u00ABt\u00C2\u00ABkip si*m sostfhi\nis iWmI Md famtfa\nTHE PART PLAYED BT CIRCUMSTANTIAL EVIDENCE IN FA-\nMOUS MURDER TRIALS\n'IMIE Orippeu trial haa raised once\nI more tho much debated question\nof capital punishmtrut, garnished\nwith the usual stock in-trade of the abolitionists\u00E2\u0080\u0094the uncertainty of circumstantial evidence. And yet, if the question be thoroughly probed, it will be\nfound that many murderers would ts\ncape the just nward of the avenging law\nif circumstantial evidence were no long\ner ndmissihle. Those who premeditate\nmurder, as a rule, take every precaution\nto avoid direct evidence, lu tbe majority of cases the murderer is caught\nin the toils of circumstantial evidence\nwhich he alone has supplied. The pieces\nof underclothing, the scrap of hair, the\nportion nf flesh with the scar of an old\nabdominal operation\u00E2\u0080\u0094all these might\nhave been destroyed by Crippen, Mur\nder will out. Falsehoods cannot be\nwoven into the flue unbroken web of\ntruth, A close examination reveals tin\nflaws nf the most adept criminal who\nseeks to cover his footsteps. The so\ncalled romance of crime lies in the in\ngonions devices by which the accused\nendeavors to throw tbe sleuth hand of\njustice off the scent. They spin auch\na mssy web that they themselves are\ncaught in its toils.\nWho has not heard of these famous\npartners in crime, whoso figures hold a\n{dace of honor in Madame Tussaud's\nchamber of horrors! The thrill of horror with which the public learned of\ntheir gruesome traffic led to the passing\nof the Anatomy Act. Here waa an or\ngani'/ed, dividend-paying partnership,\nsyndicated for the supply of corpses tu\nthe unsuspecting anatomista, and, as a\nmere Incident in the ungodly trade, for\nthe forcible emigration from this world\nof many poor waifs and strays, who, despite their helpless despair, clung tens\nciously to life. Having selected an easy\naud unsuspecting victim, Burke, the\ndiplomatist and soft spoken benevolent\nfriend, tracked the quarry to his lair.\nHero bis partner smothered the shrieks\nof those who protested against \"the\ndeep damnation of their taking off;\"\naome, doped with drink and drugs,\nyielding up their spirits without struggle or alarm. The corpse was then sold\nto good, easy going Dr. Perkins, who\nasked no questions. Old washerwomen,\nidiots, the flotsam and jetsam of the\nstreets, arrived at this human abattoir\nsingly nn foot, and found their way to\nthe dissecting table. Some, on tue pretext of having a drink, passed into tbe\nmurderers' den, never to emerge alive.\nTbey wore more valuable in death than\nin life. Human wrecks whom no one\nwanted brought $50 each whpn ready\nfor tho hospital theatre. The very\nhelplessness and friendliness of the\nclasses preyed on proved to be the\nstrong card in evading suspicion, No\none wanted these poor, down-and-outs\nin life; in death their only market' va\nlue was as subjects for the dissecting\nknife. The score of victims to the ere\ndit of these ghouls was forty, and all\nteemed well until Hare, avaricious man.\ntook In lodgers. This proved his undoing. Even wtth the sworn testimony\nof the lodgers, who were the horror\nstricken eye-witnesses of tbe murder ef\nvietimi, the prosecntion eould eily In-\nally succeed In accepting one of tke\npartners in crime, Hare, as a Oram I\nwitness, so well had the firm Covered \\niheir tracks. \"We always took cue j\nwheu we were going to commit mor |\nder,\" said Burke when the game wm\nup, \"that no ono should be present\u00E2\u0080\u0094 '\nthat no one should swear to seeing tht ' i\ndeed done. They might suspect, but\nthey uever saw.\" |\nBurke, who suffered the extreme pe* \\nalty of the law, has enriched the Eng- i\nlisb language with a nt-w verb. \"Te 1\nburke\"\u00E2\u0080\u0094to smother, to get rid of \\nnoiselessly\u00E2\u0080\u0094is ofleu used by the-public\nspeaker und Parliamentary debater, i\nwithout any thought or knowledge of ]\nits gruesome antecedents.\nTho notorious case of the murderer\nGeorge Muilins, ia a typical instance oi i\nthe latal tendency of the criminal te\nweave the noose for his own nock, \\n.Muilins was u policeman in Ireland and\nalso in England. After leaving the\nforce ho did odd jobs as repairing contractor, aud in this capacity did work ,\nfor old Mrs. Elmsley, a pouurlous, ans-\npieious uld woman, whose house rente ,\nfrom tenants brought her iu the comfortable weekly sum of $-00. Thu murder uf this lonely old woman leaked\nout un a Monday, aud straightly point*\ned to robbery as the motive. It wil\nideally the work of some oue hungering\nfor the weekly rents which she had collected ou the Saturday night. .Muilins.\nthe ex-policeman, was the oue being ahe\ntrusted. Search proved thut lhe old\nmiser had disappointed Lhe hopes uf her\nmurderer. The money was afterwardi\nfound carefully hidden nway. Nu clue\nwas found to tho murderer. The whole\ntragedy s^med wrapped iu impenetrable mystefy. A reward of $1,506\nwus offered, aud tho greed for money\nled MulliiiH to the scad'old. He came\nforward to claim the reward, informing\nthe police that the crime hud been\ncommitted by a friend uf bis, named\nEmms. To the latter's house Muilins\nand the police went, but no clue was\nfound. Unable to resist the glitter of\nthe big reward, Muilins cried: \"Yon\nhaven't half searched; look behind that\nslab there,\" pointing to a large stone\nin the yard. Under the slab wa.s found\na parcel containing spoons belonging to\ntho murdered woman. The par cid wae\ntied with a piece of shoemaker'b waxed\ncurd. The eagerness of Muilins and bis\nindiscretion iu locating tne booty led to\nhis arrest along with Emms. The latter was a shoemaker, aud Muilins, witb\na far-seeing cunning thut failed bim in\nthe end, bad deposited the parcel la\nhis neighbor's yard, uud to throw sue\npiciou un au innocent man, had gut possession by some means oi u piece of\nwuxed cord, with which to tii- it. Ue\nwent to the scaffold protesting to tht\nlast his innocence of the crime.\nTbe mills of God ground slowly but\nsurely in the case of Eugene Arum. Ue\nmurdered Daniel Clarke, the mystery\nuf whosodisuppcaruiicc was not at the\ntime unraveled. Time passed, aud the.\nname of Clarke was forgotten, savo by\ntbe oldest inhabitants. The lapse ot\nyears brought a sense of security, if\nnot freedom from remorse, tu the murderer. Excavations lod to the unearthing of a skeleton wliich set the memories of the older inhabitants jigging\nbackwards to the fatal year uf the dis-\nappearance of Clarke. An accomplice\nof Aram's, who, liko Muilins, unwisely\naired his superior knowledge, stubbornly insisted that the skeleton was not\nthat of Clerke. To back up his theories against some of the inhabitants, be\npointed out tho spot where another\nskeleton had been found. I'he M-cond\nskeleton wus unearthed, nnd Eugene\nAram was placed on trial for his life.\nlie relied, like Crippen, ou thi: difllculty uf identifying the remains, but\nthe court and jury allowed sound com-\nou sense by sending him to the scaffold.\nAnother crime immortalized In literature was the murder of bis young and\nbeautiful bride by .lohn Hcnnlon, a dash-\ning voung officer of twenty five, uf gool\nfamily, and a great favorite iu the\nhighest circles. Staying over at Dublin\nou his way home to Limerick, iu the\ndays of the rumbling end uncertain\nstage coach, he fell in love with the\nniece of a rope -maker (ominous trade!)\nnamed Ellen Connedy. After the marriage they went to live at Olln, County\nLimerick, Ireland, where, within u few\nweeks after his marriage, Hcanlon determined to get rid of his beautiful wife.\nHe selected as bis accomplice a servant\nman named Sullivan. Inviting his wife\nfor a row on the broad waters of the\nKiver Shannon one qu.ot evening, he\ndid hod to death, and cast her body into\nthe water. Presuming on his standing ns a \"gentleman,\" he gnve out thnt\nIlls humblv born wife bad turned out to\nbe of tndiiierent character, and had gone\nto America. How Crippen-liko the storvl\nI he lady V character was too woH-\nknown, however, and few believed thia\nstnry. After a time her dead body wu\ncast up on the shore\u00E2\u0080\u0094mute witness\nagaiust her cruel husband. Like Crip*\npen, Scan lon had mutilated the body el\nhis victim so that it would be unrecognizable. Rtill the identity was established ^y a sensible jury of her countrymen. The case was tried bofore Huron\nSmith, and he, fearing the great family\ninterest of the accused ordered Scan-\nIon to be hanged forthwith. Hia titled\nrelatives were unable to reach Dublin\nIn time, and Hcanlon paid the deat*\npenalty. Out of these gruesome materials Gerald Oriffen wove his finest romance; Dion Boucicault hia famou*\n\"Colleen Bawn,\" and Benedict's \"Uly\nof KiHnrney.\"\nWEAK, SICKLY BABIES\nHAKE HONE WRETCHED\nNo borne is happy where there is e\nsick baby. The sufferings of the littl*\none makes the whole household wretched, for whnt mother or father would\nnot rather suffer themselves thnn ts\nsee their little one suffer. But there il\nno reason for wretched homes beeauM\nbaby is ill. Baby's Own Tablets will\ncure all the minor ills of babyhood and\nchildhood; not only that, but nu occ*\nsional dose of the Tablets will kee]\nbaby well. Thousands of mothers havi\nfound happiness through the Tablet*\nmaking their little ones well and happy,\nAmong them ia Mrs, C, C. Roe, ol\nGeorgetown, Ont., who writes; \"]\ncan heartily recommend Baby's Owl\nTablets aa a help to the bnby during\nthe hot summer season. We have uk!\nthem and arc much pleased with theii\nestilts.\" The Tablets are sold by medl\ndne dealers or by mail at 25 cents. I\nbox from The Dr. Williams' Mediclw\nCo., Brockrille, Ont, THK ISLANUm. CUMBERLAND. B.C\n^\nFASHIONS AND\nFANCIES\nTHE conglomeration of modes and of sources whence those\nmodes spring is amazing. Every autumn reunion the\ngreat dressmakers give Ib a lesson in the advantages of\ntaring. No one accepts a groove, but sallying forth intent\nopen adventure happens upon divers possibilities that art at\n(Me persuaded to serve the ends iu view. Thus it is that the\nvague of the First Empire stands side by side with the\nfashions of the Kussian peasantB and the uniforms of tbe\nQnar'n soldiers, and no one notices the incongruity, because\nhath are subject to certain laws of line from which uot one\n\u00E2\u0096\u00A0\u00E2\u0080\u00A2del swerves,\nTo preserve the slim silhouette and the straight and\naaaaty skirt iB tbe avowed object of some of the most successful couturiers. Even the Wattoau pleat, which on some\nstedels is evident, Ib bo modified as to interfere in no way\n\u00E2\u0080\u00A2teatically with the rules laid down, and hence the silken\n\u00E2\u0080\u00A2aequo froek for afternoon wear in thn house, with the\ntaiatieot little Mnrio Antoinette fichu aud cap, ia \"in tho\n\u00E2\u0096\u00A0Mure.\" It is with wondrous adroitness that the designers\naeatrive a semblance of reciprocity whore none exists.\nThe Russian influence is exerted over dress in various\n(\u00E2\u0080\u00A2\">. and most obviously with reference to the Cossack cap\nprecipitated into our midst by the sudden change to cold\nweather, a nap that is made of fur and trimmed variously, in\nse\u00C2\u00BBe casee with tho appropriate bristle plume, in others with\na high, stiff, military feather mnde of ostrich crisply cured\nwrni supported upon wiro.\n...\nA military aspect is insisted upon even in the most nn-\n\u00E2\u0080\u00A2\u00E2\u0096\u00A0petted details. A delicate gold gauze cont of the niouiik\nSe la belted with the tunic sash of a soldier. It is covered\nk embroidery and is stiff with gold threads, and at one\nAlmond Orccn Liberty Satin Gowu\nside, without the smallest concession to frivelons treatment,\nts simply fastened, ending with one straight hangiug band\nfringed with heads.\nDelicate and lovely is tho gauste\u00E2\u0080\u0094literally the material\nknown lung ago liv that name, Instead of the upstart chitfoa\n\u00E2\u0080\u00A2ff aet so often called gauge\u00E2\u0080\u0094fend equally delicate und lovely\nthe short whito satin skirt upon which it is mounted, both\nwith borderings of little rococo satin roses intermingled with\ngauze. It will huve been noticed that the Empire effect is\ngiven to the oorsage, which has straps of opossum over the\nahwlders and an edging of rococo llowers.\nTho belt is held in great repute iu Russia, Just as it is\n\u00E2\u0080\u00A2siang tho peasants of Scandinavia.\nA Laplander, too, will treasure from generation to generation tho ornament* that adorn his belt.\nWhat wonder then that the new exploitation of the Russian fashions, leaving out of the project tho cross-stitch\ndecorations thut have boon done nlinost tn doath, is concerned\nwith bead and tassid designs instead of with cotton nud silk\netHekeries,\nThere is an immense charm in a belt plaipio of tiny oqnpue\n\u00E2\u0080\u00A2ends, in crude but harmonious colors, such as blue, red,\naid green, with un intermingling of black and white, to which\ntbo very distinctive feature of long tassels of crewel wool\n\u00E2\u0080\u00A2id beads Is added.\n...\nA noteworthy design In,allusion to the very great heat\nmaintained in Russian nouses during the winter i's boing offer\n\u00E2\u0080\u00A2d to her English customers by a great dressmaker in London,\nHfce has introduced a cloth coat and skirt which when ro-\n\u00E2\u0096\u00A0wved disclose a beautiful chiffon und satin froek beneath.\nEveryone knows how ensy it is to slip off a coat; It is\nwtth equal caso that the skirt is abandoned iu this case, for\nrt ts mado with a trio of passementerie fnstenings below the\nwaist which cun lie detached with the utmost ease from the\npretty under-dress it partly covers. Only partly, for when\ntke skirt is on glimpses of the chiffon frock are seen in panel\ntwttn at one side, whero the outer skirt is fastened.\nThere nre so many tassels in tho dress .making designs of\ntko autumn season that oue fears a superfluity of the pretty\n\u00E2\u0080\u00A2moments may ensue. In some cases tassels take the pines\nof fringe, uud one of the extravagances nf the day Ib a bordering to the skirt or of the sweeping tunic, of tunnels thut\nabsolutely fall upon tho flour.\ntko sides by means of tarnished gold eords, it has big mantelet sleeves of ermine and a fringe of ermine tails.\nAbout ths neck Venetian laee ia used, dyed a mellow shade\nof ochre, to simulate tho delightful tint that age bestows\nupon laee, aud below it is disposed a yoke of Russian embroidery from which fox tails hang. The high crowned hat\nof tailless ermine has an edging of dark fur and an upstanding ostrich plume at one side rising from a wash-leather\neoearde.\nWHY PLYING ACCIDENTS HAPPEN\nIN regard to flying accidents in general, thoy may bo roughly divided into those due (a) to faults In the machine;\n(b) atmospheric difficulties and dangers; and (s) the\n\"human equation.\"\nIn regard to (a) the aeroplane may bo faulty in principle\nand iu construction, or the materials may be to blamo. As a\nrule, whero the aeroplane is at fault the engine iB tho root of\nthe evil, and ons great danger to aviators is overheating of\ntbe engine or some part of it. An aeroplane engine has practically to work at full pressure the whole timo that tbo aviator is in the air. A railway engine driver who geta a hot\nbearing can slacken speed, or send his fireman to pat things\nright.\nTho aviator's greatest safety lias in maintaining \u00C2\u00BB high\nspeed, to slaekon which may moaa disaster; be eannot attend\nto tho affected part himsolf and hs has no one to help him.\nTho practically unavoidable overheating of tho engine, with\nthe result of a sodden stoppage or loss of powsr, followed by\na headlong dash to earth, is a frequent eauso of disaster.\nTurning to (b), the sea with all its known and charted\ncurrents, tides, rocks, and so on, still wrecks ships, bnt the\nair is a thousand times moro baffling than tbe sea. Its density and Its pressure are constantly changing; tbo aviator may\nat any moment fly into an aerial whirlpool, gust of wind,\ntho configuration of the land ovor which he ia flying may introduce sudden dangers not previously encountered, npset all\nhis calculations, and send him smashing to the earth.\nPersonally, the writer has a theory which may explain\none or two inexplicable flying accidents. I believe tbat there\nare, so to speak, \"holes\" in ths air, that through canoes I\nhave not yet made sure of a vacuum iB created in tho atmosphere. The aviator flies Into this empty space, and without\nany warning drops like a gigantic cannon ball. An aeroplane\nmay weigh half a ton or more\u00E2\u0080\u0094imagine that, if you ean,\ndropping through a \"hole\" in the air.\nAb an aviator, the writer has nover flown into an aerial\nerevasse, but as a balloonist hs haB. Anyway, np in a balloon\nI have more than once knows it without the faintest warning\nto drop right down fifty or a hsndrcd feet. Ths \"holo\" in\ntho air is the only explanation that seems to fit the phenomenon.\nNow we eome to (e) the \"human equation\"\u00E2\u0080\u0094ia \u00C2\u00ABth\u00C2\u00ABr\nwords, mistakes oa ths part *f ths aviator as a cause ef die-\naster. A frequent causa of accident, more especially in the\nearlier daya ef aviation, was ths airman's taking the air at\n'Too steep an angle. It is a little difficult to explain on paper,\nbut imagine a man trying to climb up a perfectly smooth\niaclined pisnk or surface whieh affords him nsithsr handhold\nnor foothold. So long as ths plank Ib at a modorata eagle\nthere will be suflicient frietion between it and the body to\nenable him to stay on lt, evon to wriggle his way along. Bnt\ntilt the plank upward, and at a certain angle nothing can\nsave him\u00E2\u0080\u0094he must fall backwards.\nNow, in aviation the air ia the plank, the aeroplane being\noa it. If the aviator risea too sharply, it is liks trying to\nclimb up the smooth plank tilted upright. He cannot do it\n\u00E2\u0080\u0094the mnchine must drop to earth.\nTrue, the skilful aviator, high up in the air, will cut off\nhts engine, and drop to earth at an angle approaching ths\nperpendicular\u00E2\u0080\u0094this is what they call the \"vol plane\"\u00E2\u0080\u0094bet\n\u00E2\u0099\u00A6\u00E2\u0099\u00A6\u00E2\u0099\u00A6\u00E2\u0099\u00A6\u00E2\u0099\u00A6\u00C2\u00BB\u00C2\u00BB\u00E2\u0099\u00A6\u00E2\u0099\u00A6\u00E2\u0099\u00A6\u00E2\u0099\u00A6\u00E2\u0099\u00A6\u00E2\u0099\u00A6\u00E2\u0099\u00A6\u00E2\u0099\u00A6\u00E2\u0099\u00A6\u00E2\u0099\u00A6\u00E2\u0099\u00A6\u00E2\u0099\u00A6\nMAGIC\nBAKING POWDER\nDoes not contain Alum\nThat seasonable subject fur now assnmes an importance of\n\u00E2\u0096\u00A0raeh greater moment than it possessed while the weather was\nwarm. Then it was pleasant to speculate merely as to tho\nkind of peltry that would be worn. Now it Is with the spur\nef present requirements that women are ordering their furs,\ner retrieving them from the cold storage iu which they were\nplaced for the summer.\nThc fascination of black and white has uot waned in\nI'aris, and in consequence black broltschwantz ls seen with\nSoilless ermine. Made in the chasuble piauuer, attached at I suppressed\nNattier Bluo Llbeity Satin down with Pearl Tonic\nhe has a margin of safety. As be users ths ground ho turns\ntbe \"nose'' of tns machine upwards, it curves round and up\nand rests on a cushion of air to sink lightly to tbo gronnd\nby its own weight. Itut if he make the angle of dsaeont too\nuurrow, nothing can save hiin. Then, of course, the aviator\nmay pull the wrong lever, or mishandle ths slevating or steering gear; these ure '' temporary aberratious\" which are inevitable. Ho long as men are men they will be reckless.\nTho aviator tries a daring experiment. If it comes off, all\nIs well; if it duesn 't, there in au end of him.\nBo fur 1 have dealt only with tho risks of flying due to\nthe machine, the air, the man, but in conclusion there is the\ndanger that aviators cause to each other by flying too does\nto another machine. The receut terrible accident to tbe\nBaroness de la Roche is said to bave been canasd by another\nueroplnne dying near hcr. I do not know what truth there\nis in this, but an aeroplane is not constructed to stand sudden\npressure from nbove, und a real point of dangor arises whon\none machiue is beluw another.\nIt must be understood that an aeroplane rises and flies\nby, so to speak, climbing up an \"endless staircase\" of air.\nNow, it is a mechanical fact that any action is followod by\nan aqual reaction. If the aeroplane climbs ovsr a foot of\nair, a foot of air gees down\u00E2\u0080\u0094this is putting it very roughly,\nfor each advance Ib followed by a Blight drop, but we will\nstick to the broad principle. The aeroplane then foreea the\nair from under it as It rises, with the result that thero is\na strong and almost vertical down-draught from It.\nThe machine underneath encounters this pressure from\nabove, and probably gets it more on one part than another,\nwith tbe result that It is tilted forwards, backwards, or to one\nside or to the other at a dangerous angle.\nThere ia yet another cause of flying accidents that I\nhava not mentioned. That is ths growing tendency of thr\npublic at aviation meetings to expect the airmen to ily whatever the conditions. That brutal spirit should bo sternly\nVISITED BT A LEOPARD\nWHEN a leopard eomee into the\nhouse, be very earefnl not to\nshut the door. Tbis rnle may\nnot hold for elephants or for giraffes,\nbut it ononis from the following account that leopards favor tho open-\ndoor policy. If the door ia open, they\nrun; if it is shut, they become peevish\nand begin roughing it. Tho story below is an extract from a letter of Mr.\nOeorge Maxwell, written to a friend\nin the Transvaal and reprinted in \"The\nWide Wide World.\" Mr. Maxwell, by\nthe way, was with Colonel Roosevelt\nlast year, hunting big game in East\nAfrica. The letter reads:\n1 am writing this on my back in\nNyeri Hospital, as tue result of coming\noff second best in a flare-up with a\nhuge leopard. The thing happened\non the evening of November Sth last.\nAbout six-thirty pan., jost as it was\nfetting dark, I took a walk over to\nir. McDongall 'a, my nearest neighbor,\nabout three-quarters of a mile distant,\nand bad dinner there; afterward we\nsat talking around the fire. McDongall 's\nhouse ia a small stone building containing only one room, about sixteen\nfeet by fourteen with the door in tke\ncentre of tbo wall and the fireplace\niu a corner.\nThree nights before thie a leopard\nhad taken away one of bis pigs, so he\nhad put out bis rifle and one of mine\nas trap-guns at his pig house. On this\nparticular evening, however, be had\nnot yet set them.\nAbout ten-thirty p.m., as we sat\nsmoking and talking round the fire\u00E2\u0080\u0094\nthe door open, as usual\u00E2\u0080\u0094my little dog\nran out and started barking round by\nthe pig-houses.\n\"That blessed leopard must have\neome back,\" I said, half jokingly; \"tho\ndog is evidently after something.\"\n\"Oh, he's always kicking np a fuss\noyer nothing,\" returned MacDongnll.\nA minnte or so went by; then we\nheard tbe sound of feet rushing toward\ntho door, and, looking round, saw my\ndog come toaring in witb a monstrous\nleopard at its tail. I never aaw a bigger. The brute was coming at Such\na speed tbat it was through the doorway and nearly on top of ns before\nit conld stop.\nBoth of us promptly started shouting\nat it\u00E2\u0080\u0094partly to relieve onr feeKngs,\npnrtly in the hope of saving the dog.\nWhat with tbe shouting, our proximity,\nand the lamplight, the leopard was so\nscared that it became qnite dazed. It\ntried to rush out again, but, missing\ntbe door, got to thu far side of the\nhouse, where it kept jumping up nt tho\nwalls aiul windows. McDongall and I\ncontinued shouting at it. We thought\nthe episode rather fnnny than otherwise, and thnt nt any moment tbe beast\nwould find the door and bott, having\nreceived a fright that wonld last it a\nlong time.\nAll of a sudden, while it was jumping about, the leopard enme againBt\nthe back of tho door aud shut it with\na bang. Then it dawned on me that\nwe were in a. bad fix, und no mistake,\nfor a leopard will fight most desperately when cornered. By thiB time tho\nbrute was in a frenzy of rago at being\ntrn|vj>ed, and flew round and round the\nroom liko a streak of lightniug, sending dishes, cuplionrds, boxes, nnd everything flying. McDougall and I retrent-\ned to corners, usiug our chairs ns shields.\nWe had no weapon of any kind, nnd it\nwas dangerous to move, for tho leopard\nnaturally thought we were coming to\nattack it. All tho timo my little dog\nwas dashing hither nud thither after\nthe infuriated brute, worrying it when\never he got a chance.\nAs I was nearest the door I thought\nI would make an attempt to o|ion it,\nas otherwise the beast would undoubtedly finish the pair of us. I meant to\ngo vory slowly and only move when\nits back wus toward me, but 1 had only\nmade my first step when tbo leopard\nturned round and witb a horrible growl\nsprang nt me with terrific force. Tbo\nlight was very bad, nnd it must bnve\nsprung higher thnn I expected, for\nit knocked the chair nnt Qf my hnnds\nand got some nf its clows honie in my\nscalp, ripping it like a piece of cloth,\nstaggering and half-dazed, I got to\nwork with my fists und kept punching\nit about the head witb ull my strength.\nI don't suppose I did mneli damage,\nImt. 1 think I must hnve kept thc brute\nfrom putting its teeth iuto my legs\nor body, fnr it tried repeatedly to catch\nmy hand us I hit nt it, while the dog\njumped lip and bit at its ear. Presently the dog caught it by the bind leg,\nanil it turned round sharply to get nt\nhltn. Seizing my opjMirtnnity, 1 made\nfor the door, though 1 wns so blinded\nwith blood thut I conld hardly see\nwhere it was. I threw the door open\nand looked uround jnst in time to seo\nthe leopard going for Me.Dougnll.\nI made to go round nnd try to got\nthc brnto off blm, bnt wben I got halfway I heard thc door closo again, nnd\nI knew it wns no use doing anything\nso long as the leopard eould not get out,\nso I went hack to the door. I think it\nwus just ns well, for I had not even\na chnlr in my hands that time,, aird\nthe animal would probably havo finished me altogether. When I looked\nround ngain thc beast was just going\nto spring at McDongall, but he caught\nhold of a blanket and held it up in\nfront of him, which stopped it from\nleaping.\nI stood still\u00E2\u0080\u0094I was getting weak\nby this time\u00E2\u0080\u0094holding flic door open\nwith one hand, and keeping the blood\nout of my eyes with tli\" other. The\nleopard must' hnve been getting tired,\nfor It stood motionless by thn side of\nthe bed, and I could have pinked it\nnicely hnd I onlv had a spear.\nThe plucky dog was still worrying\nlt, biting at its nose nnd legs, and\npresently it turned round nnd snapped\nsavagely at him. As it did so it felt|\nthe night air coming in, turned ronnd,\nsaw the open door, and trotted out,\nwith tbe dog still biting at Hs hind\nJoartors, so that I did not oven get a\narewell kick at it.\nAfter we had got rid of our nnwel\neome visitor, we began comparing\nwonnds. I put my nand np to my head\nfor the firat time, and it fett jnst like a\nfield of ploughed ment. MoDongaU had\nescaped much more lightly\u00E2\u0080\u0094he had only\nsome scratches on his arm, but burned\nhis fingers pretty badly whon tbe beast\nattacked me. He had pnt hia band\ninto the Are to get a brand to shove\nin its faee, ond, failing to And one, in\nthe hurry and excitement, he had been\ngrubbing among tbe red-hot ashes with\nhis fingers. He felt no pain at the\nmoment, bnt afterward diseovorod they\nwere badly damaged.\nWe sent np to JNyeri for tho hospital\nassistant to come down. He arrived\nabont tbree in the morning and dressed\nonr injnries. Next day he took me up\non a stretcher to Nyeri, where I have\nbeen ever since, and shall be for a few\nweoks yet, as I have got some very bad\nwonnds about my bead and a good deal\nof my skull exposed. I am getting on\nvery well, and think all danger is now\npast. But I wish I had got that leopard!\nMERCIFUL DOGS OF WAB\nTHE general staff of the army and\nthe faeulty at tbe War College\n_ at Washington huve been giving\nconsideration to the question of having trained dogs ne a part of tho war\nforces of the United States, with the\nresult that it is probable tbat within\na short itme thc United States army\nwill have its trained dogs as Germany\nnnd France have.\nIn everything pertaining to tbe art\nof war Germany is generally first. She\nintroduced trained dogs an a part of\nhor regulnr military system many yoars\nbefore any other nation. France followed Oermany. Both theso countries\nhavo sneoeeded in training eorpe of\ndogs which, it is contended, are invaluable on the field of battle. The dog\ncorps is attached to the Red Cross, and\nthe animals are trained to recognise\nDr. .1. D. Kellogg's Dysentery Cordial\nis componndod specially to combat dysentery, cholera morbus and all inflammatory disorders that change of food or\nwater may sot up in the stomach and\nintestines. Theso complaints are more\ncommon in summer than in winter, but\nthey aro not confined to tho warm\nmonths, as undue laxness of the bowels\nmay seize a man at any time. Such a\nsufferer will find speedy relief in this\nCordinl.\nno authority exeept hbat of a mas shi\nthe Red Cross insignia on his ana. ft\nstranger eould pnt on a Red Crose tut-\nform with the red \u00C2\u00ABoss, and the deae\nwould obey him inidnutly. Ona eet dl\nthe dogs is trained sot to bark whv\na wounded soldier is discovered oa tHi\nfield, for fear of drawing tbe attention\nof the enemy. An animal thns traiaaS\nwill take the soldier's can in hia mew*\nand rush back to camp with it Aaottaff\nset is trained to givo the alarm whas a\nwonnded mas is foud by a eerie* tf\nshort, sharp barks. The dogs ars tangM\nnever to scent ont tke dead. Thsy aae\nonly taught to assist tke wonnded. WwWt\ndog carries a first-aid package stromal\naround his neck, and each knows tail\nwhen a wounded mas is found it ia Hb\nduty to let the soldier take the package.\nOermany has several hundred \u00C2\u00ABt\nthese trained doga, whilo Franco haa\nonly abont fifty. It is tho purpose \u00C2\u00ABf\nthe American army to try only a i\nnumber at first.\nSPECTACLES rOR HOMES\nAT least one London firm\nspectacles for horses. The objea*\nof theso is to promote high **m\nping. Tho frames are made ef **m\nleather entirely enclosing the eyee af\nthe horse, nnd the glasses used are\ncave and large in size. The gr\nseems to the horso to bo raissd,\nhe accordingly steps high, thinking UM\nhe is going uphill or hus to stop e\u00C2\u00BBw\nsome bbstacle.\nThis system of spectacle-wearing to\ngenerally adopted while tho horse to\nyoung, and its effect on his step aai\naction is said to be remarkable. M\nhas bcen ascertained that the cause of a\nhorse's shying is, as a rule, short sights\nand it is contended that the sight \u00C2\u00ABf\nall horses shonld be tested, as tlat of\nchildren.\nIt is maintained tbat by a little\nartificial assistance many valuable\nhorses which havo become optically ma-\ntit for work can be restored to ueeM-\nTho Oil of Power.\u00E2\u0080\u0094It is sot claimed\nfor Dr. Thomas' Eelectric Oil that tt\nwill core every ill, but ito uses aro at\nvarious tbat it may bo lookod npos at\na general pain killer. It has aehierai\nthat greatness for itself and all attempts\nto surpass it have failed. Ita excellence\nis known to all who bavo tested ito virtues aud learnt by experience.\nS. tot.Stmml,.*, . . '\nHEAD\nTEE\nACHE\nStop It la SO\n-NA-DRO-CO-\nto any part ef your syotsm, bytoMag\nWafers \"xgtf-\nawwstSbu.1\nYou Can Work Near a Window\naBSBga^ In winter when you have a Perfection Oil Heater. 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H.C\nAa He Looked to His Wife\nThe Builder of the Big Dam\nWELL, where uro yuu bound for\ntbia morning*\" said my little\nsandwich man un 1 mado my\nappeuruuee umler the arches of tho\nbustling railway station.\n\"Providence permitting and the moun-\nUin train agreeable, 1 tun going up to\nBingham'fl ranch, aud expect to see\nyour big dam before tho day is out,\"\nt roplied.\nTho -street began at the mouth of the\ncanyon ami swaggered along, a curious\nmixture of Fifth Avenue elegance and\nRimmig Camp recklessness, until it\nreached the wide plain\u00E2\u0080\u0094in faet, it probably extended \"clear out to Kansas,\"\nif uue looked for its real boundaries,\nfor a Western city acknowledges few\nlimitations. An endless stream of people passed Up and down tliis long street,\nall sooner or later turning into this gor-\ngeuus stone station set iu its very centre. Everyone was either going or cooling.\nEvery lorm and sliude of civilization\nmingled here; tue rich and the poor mot\ntogether in a reality only hinted at\nelsewhere, for the great West was looked to to be the maker of thein all. The\nuarrow-Hturtcd aud expensively plain\ntailor-made girl stood sido by sido with\ntho buxom bride from the mountains,\nall unashamed in her white shoos ami\nwedding unery. The picturesque cowboy looked contemptuously at tho natty,\nsolf complacent college youth, bareheaded and with ample trousers rolled up to\ndisplay all of his ankle and most of his\ncalf. The splendid four-korBed stage,\nplunging and eareeming as it drew up\nwith a Uourish, was but little outdone\nby tho sixty-horsepower, 1011 model.\nIt was a pretty good sight, I thought,\nas I raised my eyes to tho Plat Iron\nPeaks abovo us aud drew in another\nJeep breath ol tho intoxicating air.\nTho sandwich man, who had boen my\nguide, philosopher, and friend, was a\nlegitimate professional, and ho ottered\nhis wares with the same dignified con-\nadenco as he did his comments on the\npussing show. That youth over there,\nhe told me, was an admiral's son. \"And\nhe doesn't take much around hero on\naccount of being so 'stuck up' withuut\nmueh brains to baek it.\" The next one\nwas tho Chinese Minister's son\u00E2\u0080\u0094\"Hue\nfeller,\" one of tho favorites at the\n'varsity and a \"corker on the track\nteam.\" \"That man coming round the\neorner uow is .Iim Carlton, chief engineer of the big dam up the canyon. He\nlb about the biggest man it) this country,\nsince he put, in that bit of masonry\nThey say it. is tho greatest of its kind\nIn the world. Big bugs came from a 1\nover and said it couldn't be done; but,\nyou bet, .Iim Carlton knew Where he\nwus at, aud he did it. When Jim Carl-\nton says a thing goes, it goes somo. .He\nnever made but one mistake, and that\nwas when he got \"\nMy friend wus bustled away; evidently someone was hungry. I didn't mind,\nfor I was busv watching the loading ot\nthe narrow-gunge train and wondering\nhow tho people iu the mountains could\npossibly eat so many bananas.\nWithout hardly knowlug how, I was\nhustled into the toy train along witn too\nrest, and the little toy engine wus puffing and snorting as it pulled us up into\nthe canyon. The train waB crowded\nwith tne genial, jolly crowd bound for\ntho \"hills\": Eastern capitalists, promoters\" from Denver, miners dressed\nlike clergymen and clergymen dressed\nUke miner's talking of \"prospects\" and\n\"properties with tnat enthusiasm that\nmikes ono feel that luo is worth living.\nThero were women, too, returning to\ntheir mountain homes loaded with bar-\nfiiiiiH from Denver. Ridiculously over-\nresaed with hats covered with white\nplumes, far more suitable for an afternoon tea than that smoky little train;\nbut they gave their wearers satisfaction and that is the utmost that any\nhat can do. The \"kids\" were grumbling that thev could beat tho train, noticeably not making any effort to do so.\nThero wore tourist Indies, oh ing and\nak-ing, very tearful lest some rock or\nview should escape them.\nCrowded into tho diminutive seat bolide me was a pudgy female, who, previous to her burial iu theso remoto re-\nf.[onB\u00E2\u0080\u0094f0T her husband's sake\u00E2\u0080\u0094had\nmoved, a brilliant ornament, in tho most\nexclusive circles of Oppeka, Kansas. She\nexplained this\u00E2\u0080\u0094and much more\u00E2\u0080\u0094during\nthn windings of our six-mile canyon\nride.\n1 caught occasional glimpses of the\nwalls nf granite roek on one side, and\nthc foaming rushing mountain creek on\nthe other; the fragrant odor of the not\nof blossoms filled me with longings to\nsee the wonderful display of wild cherry, hawthorn, and blackberry that overran everywhere; but after a few vain\nefforts, I saw it was no use. and resigned myself with patience to her autobiographical outpourings.\n\"So you're going to Bingham's?\"\nmy neighbor said. \"It is a most fas-\nlimiting spot, but it is fearfully lonely\nfor a woman\u00E2\u0080\u0094no soeioty, no opportunities, aud really nn companions for me.\nIt seems terrible to bury one's self sol\nThe scenery! Oh, yes; the scenery is\ngrand, but one cannot talk to scenery.\"\nEnr a moment 1 almost wished 1^ was\n\"seenerv,\" but she seemed so genuinely\ndistressed that T tried to look sympathetic, and she continued:\n\"I know I should not complain, foT\nit is my duty to go there if my husband\nwishes'it, poor man! You see, he Ib\naot fitted for any other lifp. His work\nis up there, T suppose; renlly, he conld\noot get work anywhere else, nnd he\nlikes it. Tt is different with me; I have\nbeen brought up differently.\"\nT eould see that, and wondered what\nishance had led her to marry so far beneath her. T thought how bravo she was\nin spite of her rather unheroic figure,\nmd how clever she must bo to koop herself looking like anything at nil. Prob-\nibly tno brute, of a husband doesn't\nenr'n enough to supply her with the ordinary necessities. No wonder, when\nthe got a chance to \"n'o below,\" she\nlet ber fancy ronm nml bought thnt outrageous hat\". I wonld, too. if I had to\nlivo in one of those awful cabins and\nnever seo n bathroom. T wonder which\nmine ho works in. She was saying:\n\"T dn not mind the hardships, but T\n\u00C2\u00ABtn so lonolv. My husband is just ns\ntfnod ns he enn be, but he is nn companion for me; he hns no realization of\nthe higher things of life, nover minds\nwilh whom lie associates, lu fact, he\nis perfectly happy hero. A woman minds\nthings so much. But, theu, u woman\nshuuld not marry u mun so much older\nthuu herself. Don't vou agroo with\ntllel It makes such a difference in their\naims. Their ambitious cannot be the\nsame, naturally, can they? 1 do uut\nknow why 1 am saying all this to you;\nl suppusu becauso you looked sytiipa\nthetie.\"\n1 suppose I did. Her appealing look\nwould/have aroused sympatny in a graven image.\n\"My husufiid is on, this train somewhere now,'' Bhe added; \"but I sup\npose he is so interested talking to somt\nmen that he uoes not eveu remember\nI am along.\n\"DruuK, J suppose,\" I mentally coin\nmeiited.\nThe canyon widened. The train, find\ning a little level stretch, ceased chug\ngiug aud pounding for a bit while flu\n\"promoters,\" sightseers uud \"ladies\"\nscrambled down, on the wrong side of\nthe car of course, spreading out ou the\nhot gruvel,\nNotwithstanding, or perhaps -becnuse,\nX have been looking at those mighty\nrocks since 'way back in the 'seventies,\nmy heart fa always stirred at the sight\nof them. I um lifted out of myself\nThe leaping of my pulses at a sudden\nrevelation of their awesome grandeur\namounts almost to a physical pain. I\nhud completely lost all remembrance\nof my lonely little neighbor until I wus\nrecalled by her voice, a little querulously:\n\"Here is my husband, ut last!\"\nI looked around and saw approaching\nus a tall, dignified man of ubout fifty\nwith clear-cut features and commanding\nfigure, dressed iu perfectly fitting groy\nclothes nud wearing a light folt hat,\nworu as only a mau whose heart and\nhomo is west of tho Missouri River\nknows how to wear it. I recognized\nhim at once: it was Carlton, chief engineer of\u00C2\u00ABthe big dam and tlic hero of\nthe canyon.\nThe waiting stage filled rapidly, the\nwhips cracked, and with a jump and a\ngallop the mules whirled away to the\nbig dam. Those of us bound for Bingham's started on foot. As I turned, my\neyes took in tne handsome, erect figure\nof thc man on tho box seat with his\nfoolisn little wife beside him, I hardly\nknew which to pity more: the unappreciated man or the woman who was unable to appreciate htm. 1 realized, however, when it was that people thought\n\u00E2\u0080\u00A2lames Carlton had made his one big\nmistake.\nNEW YORK'S GREAT NEW CATHE\nDRAu\n4 PTER some eighteen years of prac-\nt\. tieally continuous work of construction, the Cathedral of Ht.\nJohn the Divine is so far advanced to\nward completion that it will shortly be\nused as a church. That is to say, there\nis a choir, structurally complete and fitted with stalls, organ, altar, and rere\ndos, and crossing which, being enclosed and under roof, will afford seating\nspace for a large congregation. There\nure also two chapels.\nAll of the above, considerable though\nit doubtless be, is but a comparatively\nsmall part of the entire projected build\ning. There remain to bc done yet the\nhuve with its western porch and towers;\nboth of the transepts; thc four flanking\ntowers which will occur in thc angles\nformed by tho transepts and the nave\nand choir, under whieh will bo entrances\nwith porches; other chapels and depend\nencios; and last, but not loast, the great\ncentral tower. The present enclosing\nwalls of tho crossing are only a temporary device, as also is the low dome\nwhich roofs it. Whenever the great\ntower is built, this dome will be removed, nnd, opening thus, mnde into a\nvast lantern with its vault fur higher\nup than the present dome.\nLet us look at the condition of the\nchoir, that part of tho building most\nnearly completed. The pictures show\nwhnt has been done, but it mny not be\nimnirdintely apparent how much is unfinished. It is to be hoped that when\ntho building is opened those who come\nwithin it will bo sufficiently impressed\nby what is there to want more. But it\nmust be realized that the eye of faith,\nwhich is uot a universal human attribute, will bo under requisition.\nOnly a small part of the carving is\ndone: rough, ugly blocks of stone appear\nover the arches above the great apsidal\ncolumns, and also between thc arches\nthat support the organ galleries. The\nmouldings of theso arches are left in\nthe rough, as aro many of the capitals.\nTho carving of all these parts is just\nas much a calculated part of the harmony of the design as any other of its\nelements. These elements include important fields of color treatment in mosaic, the panel in the recedes just over\nthe altar, the little round arches over\nthc great columns, their spandrels; the\nwhole of tho semi dome of the apse, the\nspandrels above the organ gallery arches, ttie large arches above these, aud\nthe ribs tu tne choir vault. The whole\nscheme is so planned that a gradation\nof color treutmeut will lead to the\nmosaic picture of the semi-dome which\nBhould be the culminating point of splendor in tho decoration of the choir.\nIt is only by the use of mosaic that\nwo can bo sure of attaining the solidity of texture, tho sober depth and richness of gold ami color that befit such\nlnrge surfaces, and that will hold their\nown with the translucent hues of stained glass. And it must be done as the\nold work was done, by the intimate collaboration of the artist nnd the craftsman, not in the stupid mechanical fashion of pretty much all modern mosaic,\nwhich is merely the output of n trade.\nWe must have mosaic as sumptuous and\nmysterious as thoso of Ravenna or Mon-\nreale, and if wc go about it in thc\nright wny and take the necessary pains,\nthey may be had. Now, tastes may\nvary as to color decoration, but this\nchoir is so designed that it needs it ns\nmuch ns a column needs a capital and\nbase, and unless it gets it, and gets the\nbest thero is to be had, it will be a\nlame thing and a byword to those who\nknow.\nThe snme is truo of the windows.\nThere is purposely too much light now,\nau lhat it may be reduced by stained\nglass, ami wheu this is done the very\nHii est that modem times can produce\nwill be none too good. It is sate to say\nthat the central eastern window is as\nimportant a window as any In existence,\nand that importance is not lessened by\nthe subject assigned to it\u00E2\u0080\u0094\"The Light\nof the uorl.t.' It is a case that imperatively demands a great work of art,\naud it is safe lo say that we may just\nas well abandon all hope of having that,\nunless we cun give ovor the idea thai\nsuch things arc lo be procured by competitive bidding among a lot of commercial glass manufacturers, as though the\nobject iu view were the purchase of linoleum, For hero we come iuto the region of au allied but separate art, in\nwhich the drawing and specification and\nthe oversight uf the architect ure not\nsufficient, as they may be with such\nwork, for instance, as the wood-curving.\nIn Bhort, the whole undertaking ol' the\ncathedral is one Ol very grave artistic\nresponsibility, wliich does nut and can\nnot very well rest upou the architect\nnloue.\nIt will bc seen, then, that however\ngreat the progress made, much still remains to he accomplished to give a full\nrealization of even that whirl) Stands\ntoday about ready fur oceupuncy, How\nlong it will take to complete the entire\nentheural is purely a matter of conjecture, lu discussing this question it is\ncommonly remarked that all the great\ncathedrals took centuries to build, but\niu any Btriet sense this is not the case,\n'i'he great cathedrals of France were\nbuilt within the period 118t)-BMtl-,sixty\nyears\u00E2\u0080\u0094one of the most marvellous exhibitions of building energy the world\nhas ever seen. True, they were not entirely finished, and never will be; the\nwork suffered all sorts of interruptions:\nwar, famine, pestilence, fire; and sometimes parts of it fell, as thc central\ntower of Bourges. So it happened that\nin successive periods of time different\nparts of the cathedrals wore built, each\nin thc national and local style of the\nperiod.\nBut, notwithstanding all these accidents and interruptions, it still remains\nsubstantially true that in those sixty\nyears these splendid churches were built,\nand, iu any event, the whole sum of the\nyears spent upon them in active work\nis astonishingly small, especially in view\nuf the mechanical resources of the Middle Ages, and the extraordinary richness and Complexity of the buildings.\nAnd surely, when we see Paris, or\nAmiens, Rheiins, Charlies, Lnon, Noy-\non, or Rouen, it is nut an impression of\nunfinished work that we carry away\nwith us, With the record of tho past to\nregard, it fa hard to believe that our\ncommunity, with all its wealth and\nenergy, its public spirit and generosity,\nwill fail to give, and tu give quickly,\nfor thc realisation uf that whicli, even\nthough they may not at first sight grasp\nits practical utility, is worth while iis\nthe concrete aud lusting embodiment\nmonument here that would Imve few\nrivals.\nIt would rather seem that the great\nquestion is going to bo what to under\ntake next: to the mind of the writer it\nshould be tho central tower. The cathedral is perfectly sure to get its nave\nand transepts, its porches and vestibules,\nand as many chapels iis can well be huddled around it. The pinch is going to\ncome ut the building of the great tower,\nwhich Beats nobody and will cost a great\ndeal of money. If it is postponed until\nthe end, it will share the fate of many\nother projected towers, ami nover be\nbuilt. But if it could bc built in our\nday, there would be a monument here\nthat could have few rivals.\nIts only competitors in dimension\nmust be the steei-frame erections by\nwhich our industry expresses itself, and\noven they, huge as they are now and\nlinger yet to be, can oniy rival in bulk\nthis great symbol of the Ouristian faith,\nwhich Btarts more thau 120 feet above\nsea-level at the ground, upon such a site\nas this. Rival it iu dignity, in ideal,\nmonumental quality, iu the massive und\nenduring nature of its construction they\ncannot, howeve'r stupendous they may\nbe. And so let us hope that, for the lusting glory of our city, this work may be\nthe next step undertaken, so that the\nvisitor to our shores may, beyond nny\nperadventure, know that we are a people\ncapable of great things iu the realm of\nthe imagination as well as those that\nare material.\nlhe several newspapers thai printed\nthe ubove information were confiscated\nand the editors thrown into jail.\n80 PER OENT. OF 3,000 RUSSIANS\nEXECUTED WERE INNOCENT\nProfessor Korolanko, the statistician,\ndeclares as the result of years of collecting evidences from official sources in all\nparts of Russia, thnt 80 por cent, of tho\npersons, men and women, condemned by\ncourt-martials since the beginning of tho\nrevolution, died innocent.\nThe Russian court-martials hanged\nthree thousand men and women, and\nof these six hundred were not guilty of\nthe political crimes charged against\nthem. In this awful number thc many\nthousands sent to Siberia or other prisons and colonics are not included.\nNeither are included the victims shot\nby the various \"punishment expeditions\" sent ont by military authorities\nduring the revolution.\nAmi the court -martinis are still in\npower. Daily thev demand more victims. To understand this it must be\nremembered that the Russian Inw does\nnot recognize the death penalty. Such\ncan only be imposed on extraordinary\noccasions, during a revolt and by the\nmilitary revolts.\nKorolanko shows that the military tribunals of Russia do not deserve tho\nn,ame court, that there is no attempt to\ndiscriminate between guilty nud guiltless, and that a person sent before a\ncourt-martial, by that very act, becomes\na candidate for deatn. There is no appeal except to the general in command,\nunless, indeed, influential friends bring\nthe caso to the attention of the Czar.\nIn tue case of Sub-Lieutennnt Piro-\ngoff the Czar threo times cashiered the\nsentence ot death imposed by so many\ncourt-martials. When the man was condemned the fourth time, his Majesty\nnsked for nil the evidence taken by the\ndifferent courts, nnd without looking at\nit had it destroyed. He then made an\norder to strike the case off tho calendar, and oniy by this illegal net was the\ntcllnw's life snved,\nKorolatiko shows thnt as n rule sentences of death are carried out so soon\nnfter judgment is given thnt the friends\nof the condemned hnve no time to np\npeal to the commanding general, even\nby telegraph. Quite recently the St.\nPetersburg governor-general ordered the\nsuspension nf n death sentence ngninst\nrour, but was .told that two of them\nhad already been hanged.\nMAMMOTH IVORY\n^1 IBERIA furnishes a largo quautity\nO of ivory io the markets of tho\nworld, hut the production of it belongs to nnother nge ami to u species\nof animal lhal does not uow exist. The\nivory is cut from the tusks of mastodons whoso skeletons are found frozen\nin masses of ice or buried in the mud\nof Siberian rivers and swamps. The\nnorthern portion of the country abounds\niu extensive nogs, which are cnlled ur-\ninaiis, In these are found the tusks\nof the mastodon, from which it is iu-\nferred that these animals lost their lives\nby venturing upun a surface that wuuld\nnut bear their weight,\nEven to wild animals these urniaus\nare forbidden ground. 'I'he nimble reindeer can sometimes cross them safely\nin the summertime, bul most othei- largo\nanimals attempting tu tlo bo would be\nengulfed.\nIn the Museum at Tobolsk are numerous specimens of mammoth, and through\nthis region they are by no means rare,\n.< Uon au ice-pack breaks down a rive\nbank, or the summer thaw penetrates\nmore deeply than usual into the ground\nsomo uf these antediluvian monsters arc\nvery likely to be exposed.\nIn many cases their remains are so\nfresh and well preserved, with their\ndark, shaggy hair and uuder-woul of\nreddish brown, thei* tufted oars umi\nlong, curved tusKs, that nil the aborigines, and even some of the Russian\nsettlers, persist iu the belief that they\nare specimens of animals which still\nlive, burrowing underground like moles,\naud die the instant tliey are admitted\nto the light,\nThe farther tho traveller goes northward, it is said, the more abundant do\nthese remains become. They are washed\nup with thc tides upon the Arctic shore,\ni nd Bome extensive islands off the coast\ncontain groat quantities of fossil ivory\nand bones.\nTusks which have been long or repeatedly exposed to the air are brittle and\nunserviceable, but those which have remained buried in tho ice retain the\nqualities of recent ivory and arc a valuable article of merchandise. There is\na great market of these mammoth tusks\nat Yakutsk, ou the Lena, whence they\nfntl their way to the workshops of European Russia and to the ivory-carvers of\nCanton.\nTORONTO THE ICEBOATING\nCENTRE\n/PIIERE is more iccboating in Toronto\n1 than any other place in Canada.\nToronto is peculiarly situated for\niccboating. They usually get ice from\nthe middle of December until the middle\nof March, with a minimum of snow.\nWhen we do get a big snowstorm here\nit is usually succeeded by a tliuw, which\ncuts down the drifts on the buy until the\nboats can plow through.\nBarring motor ear racing, ieebopting\nis the most exciting sport on the continent. Imagine if you can, Mr. Novice,\na three-cornered oruft propelled by wind\non canvas, making over n mile a minute\nleaping aud darting hither und thither\nat the command of the helmsman. Grunted a careful, nervy skipper and stolid\nchap ou the mainshect who will obey\norders, tlic game is as safe for the passenger as riding on a street car, despite\nthc tremendous Speed. Eliminating u\ncouple of minor accidents, whieh have\noccurred when the fleet was racing, and\neverybody was driving to the limit, a\npassenger has not been injured on the\nbay in many years. V-iq people iu danger on the buy during the iccboating\nseusou are not the iceboat passengers or\ncrew, but the careless skater or pedestrian who runs aimlessly ut the approach\nof the express nn ice. Even nt thut but\nfow people are injured. The skippers of\nthree-fourths of Toronto iceboats are\nveteran professionals, who, if the man\nin danger will Btand still an instant, or\nrun iu one direction only, will scrape by.\nThey have nlinost uncanny command of\nthe craft, as they hustle to and fro on\nthe ice at a mile a minute speed, nnd\nget by safely when the chances of avoiding an accident look to be a hundred to\none. Iceboats rarely travel less than\ntwenty miles an hour. A breeze that\nwill move them at all will give them\nthis speed, while any sort of a breeze,\nfrom eight to eighteen miles au hour\nin strength, will drive them from 25\ntu (10 miles an hour.\nThe speed they got out of a moderate\nbroezo is positively uncanny, and the\nway they \"make the wind\" startles old\nsalts. Time and time again I have seen\niceboats sailing dowu the wind close-\nhnuled\u00E2\u0080\u0094yos, going southeast in a northwest wind, with the canvas hauled flat.\nSt range ?\nYou bet it is, but they do it. Once\nan iceboat gets going she creutes eddies\nin the breeze and carries it around to\nsuch an extent that frequently the boats\nare seen sailing almost dead before the\nwind with their sheets close-hauled ami\nthe breeze coming over the fnrostny like\na cyclone.\nToronto's iceboat fleet numbers close\nto sixty.\nThe game is a very popular one.with\ntheatrical people who visit Toronto and\nothers, but it is not patronized us it de-\nson es by Toronto people.\nHalf the people in town have never\nseen an iceboat, let nlone rode on one,\neven though llie best iceboat sport in\nthe world is right at their doors, and\nthe \"pros. ' ure in the gam<. from in\no'clock until ti. A rumor that the city\nintended to keep the bay open with an\nice breaker killed out the plans of several people to build new iceboats, but\nat that there will be two new ones on\nthe bay.\nIceboat racing is a sort of spasmodic\ngame. Outside of a few small boats\nwhich race in n class down nt tho enst\nend of the bay. there is but little amateur racing.\nUp on tlic big course amateurs and\npros, sail Indiscriminately. The Queen\nCitv Yacht Club has half a dozen bonts.\nincluding two flyers. These nil joiuin\nthe sweepstakes nnd handicaps which\nnre arranged weekly.\nSaturdays ami Sundays are the big\ndays for iccboating around Toronto.\nThen fhere are thousands of people on\nthe waterfront, and tho bontmen nre\nbusv all dny .carrying passengers at so\nmuch per heal. ' The opening of tlm new\nwestern gap, which was viewed with apprehension h\ mtiiiv icebo'itmen. 1ms not\n'\u00E2\u0080\u00A2nterferi'd win thc safety nf the bay\nice nt nil, anil thty season with its enr\nlv opening looks like an unusually good\none. ,\nrPll I- gilt of a gramme of radium made\nX by Sir Ernest Cassel to the new\nRadium Institute, which he found\ned at the suggestion of the late King,\nwill Inaugurate a scries of experiments\nof great significance. Tu this institute\nnow practically ready for work, and tu\nthc researches in progress at the Cancer\nResearch Department of the Middlesex\nHospital and at kindred institutions,\nthe world is eagerly luuking for further\nknowledge of lhis mysterious element.\nPor in the elucidation of the powers of\nradium lies the answer to the vital question: What can radium cure?\nTwelve years of eager experiment\nhave passed since Professor and Mine.\nCurie announced thu discovery of radium. Almost at once reports uf the\ncurative powers of the new mlnoral\nwero \"published. lias radium, after\ntwelve years' tests, justified thut early\nreputation 1\nThe disousod states in which radium\nhns been tried range from the most malignant Internal cancers to baldness\nSuch widely diverse ailments as facial\nparalysis, neuralgia, rheumatism, hydro\nphobia, indigestion and skin disease*\nhave been reported us cured by tlu\nwonderful new mineral. A few years\nago reports of a curo of hydrophobia\niu rabbits presented to the Scientific\nAcademy of Bologna by a well-known\nItalian professor evoked such enthusi\nasm that it was freely conjectured that\nthe Pasteur treatment of hydrophobia\nwould soon be pushed into tho back\nground by the new radium treatment.\nSeven years ago two distinguished\nprofessors at Konigsberg University\npublished some stnrtliug results of the\ndeadly effect the radium rays exert on\ndisease bacteria of all kinds. Having\nfirst sprinkled live typhoid bacilli on\na gelatine plate, they exposed thc plate\nin n dark room to weak radium emanations for forty-eight hours. At the end\nof this time it was found thnt the bacilli were either killed or their growth was\ncompletely stopped. Similar good ro-\nsults wore obtained with the germs of\ncholera and anthrax. These experiments,\nemphasizing the'prouounced gcrmicicdul\nefi'ect of radium, were looked upon as\nopening up a new field of treatment for\ninfectious diseases of the skin.\nIn 19011 a distinguished St. Petersburg\nsavnnt announced in various medical\njournals liis discovery tlmt certain of\nthe blind were ablo to distinguish objects illuminated by radium rays.\nTho professor expressed the strong\nhope that oy further experimentation\nwith the wonderful element he would\nbe able to restore the sight to sufferers\nfrom certain varieties of blindness.\nThese published reports were taken\nmost seriously in German scientifh\ncircles; so much so that Professor Groeff\n\u00E2\u0080\u0094thc principal of the Eye Hospital at\nthe Berlin University\u00E2\u0080\u0094was instructed\nby the Prussian Minister of Education\nto go thoroughly into thc Russian doc\ntor's experiments.\nThc published reports (many of them\nin reputatole medical journals) of a]\nparent ly authentic euros of deep-seated\ncancers, both the carcinomata aud sur\ncomata, by the use of radium, were dur\ning tne early years of radium experi\nmentation too numerous to record.\nOf all these therapeutic uses claimed\nfor radium, how many have 'stood the\ntest of time?\nSir Frederick Treves, in n lecture at\nthe London Hospital last year, summed\nup the situation in a way which should\ngive food for thought to the general\npublic, who are too apt to bc led away\nin pursuit of vain hopes.\n\"It has appeared to me,\" he told\nthe great concourse of medical men present, 'that there is possibly a great future for radium in the domain of surgical therapeutics. 1 say 'possibly,' because one must exercise the ver* greatest caution when speaking of the potentialities of new remedies. One is tempted to look too favorably upou them.\nThey are things of great expectations.\nand sooner or later must be associated\nwith disappointment.\"\nTo return to the innumerable curative uses of radium wliich were to revolutionize both medicine and surgery.\nfew nT'e come up to their earlier expectations. Rheumatism nnd neuralgia\nare still most intractable ailments, facial paralvsis still defies the physician's\nefforts, the Pasteur Institute has not\noutgrown its usefulness, while ordinary\ngermicides are still in common use, notwithstanding the deadly effects which\nnullum emanations are known to have\non bacteria. The hope which wub held\nout to the blind by the Russian experimenter was withdrawn with cruel suddenness wuen the German eye Bpecinlist\nwho investigated the \"cures\" reported\nthat blind persons cannot at present expect, the very slightest help from radium.\nThe thousands of sufferers from true\ncancer both in Kurope and America who\nhave let the timo when an operation\nmight havo been successful drift by,\nwhile undergoing \"radium cures,\" compose one of tue saddest chapters iu the\nhistory of this wonderful element.\nRadium, as at present used, cannot\ncure cancer.\nIt is a relief to turn from such fail\narcs to the study of those morbid con\ndit ions in which radium has a fully\nproven practical curative value. Broadly, its greatest successes have been in\nthe treatment of benign Superficial skin\nlesions. Disfiguring birthmarks, composed chiefly of thin-walled blood vessels, old scars which have taken on au\nhnnrmal growth, certain forms of lupus fa very chronic and persistent form\nof tubercle of tho skin), and certain\ntypes of eczema have boen healed' bj\nradium in a shorter time and with Ies*\ninconvenience and disfigurement thai\nwould have been possible by nny othei\nknown menus.\nTn rodent ulcer also surprisingly gnoe\nresults have bcen obtained, enses whiol\nhnve defied all other treatment fo\u00C2\u00BB\nmonths or yenrs sometimes healing ra\npidly under rndium exposures.\nAs to the superficial skin cancers, tin\nepitheliomatn, authorities differ, snrm\nrecording successes from radium treat\nment and others only a disheartening\nries of failures. In respect tn the tnu\ncancers, deep-seated. rapidly fntn1\nrrowths. the claims of even its mn\u00C2\u00ABt nr\nlent supporters are of the most modest\n\u00E2\u0096\u00A0harncter. Tn fact, it would be difii\ncult to find a reputable surgeon in Don\nr patient\nwhilo in an operatic state tu postpone\nexcision by the knife in the hope that\nradium emanations would bring him per\nmuneiit relief. It has bcen claimed un\ngood authority, however, tlmt cancerous\ngrowths uol too deeply situated, though\ntuo far advaucod to admit of operation,\nhavp been reduced by radium treatments\nto an operatic state, where the knife\ncould be used with some hope uf buc\ncess. In other instances a diminutloi\not paiu an., reduction uf mauy of the\nmost malignant diseases have resulted\nfrom radium applications.\nKven after twelve yeurs uo one oat\nspeak with authority of tho final llml\ntat ions of radium as a curative agent.\nWe know that it is not a cure-all:\nthat it will ever turn out to bo the long\nsought cure for cancer the men who\nhuvo conscientiously studied its proper\nties must strongly doubt.\nTho undeniable cures which imve been\nwrought with radium in superficial skis\nlesions will at any rate prevent it from\nbeiug scrapped on tin1 dust-heap of the\ntotally worthless \"euros\" which from\ntime to time have held the momentary\nattention of the medical profession, only\nto bc discarded in the end.\nRadium fa still au unsolved problow\nTHE GENIE OF THE WATERS\nTHE Chinese assure us that no man\nshould ever rescue a drowniug ma*\nlest the Genie uf the Waters, angry\nat seeing himself ravished uf his prey,\nturn against the ravisher. This Biipor\nstition, wh\u00C2\u00AB,\u00C2\u00AB serves to adorn cowardiet\nwith the flower of poetry and sentiment,\ndid not restrain Daronde, one evening,\nwhen he saw a poor devil climb up on\ntho parapet of a bridge and throw him\nself into the Seine. Without hesitating\nu moment, he plunged in after th*\nwould-be suicide and brought him safe\nly to shoro. Then leaving to others the\ntask of resuscitating the half-drowned\nman, he stole away to escape tho curi\nosity of idle spectators. He had beea\nrecognized, however, uud his nume appeared iu the daily papcrB iu connection\nwith the event. He was just rending\nune when his servaut announced a vi*\ntor, adding:\n\"It is the man monsieur saved frow\ndrowning yesterday.\"\n\"Show him in,\" said Darondo rosigs\nedly. *\nHis intended cordiality was chilled at\nsight of the visitor, a half-starved, m\nkempt outcast.\n\"Monsieur,\" began tbe man, \"t sup\npose I ought to owe you everlasting\ngratitude, but dou't think I have come\nto thank you, I havo conic simply to\nask you what you intend to do for met\"\n\"Do for youi\" echoed Daronde, it\nastonishment.\n\"Yes, monsieur; I owe my life te\nyou, since .you took it upon yourself\nto drag me back into the existence I\nwished to end for ever.\"\n\"Your point of view is certainly or\niginal,\" remarked Darondo. \"Go on.\"\n\"I am a poor unfortunate,\" contis\nued the man, \" a prey to every calamity. After desperate struggles agaiust\nsickness and want, t saw but oue way\nout of it all\u00E2\u0080\u0094death. It took a loug\ntime to reach the point when I could\nmake the final plunge, It was dune at\nlust! The bonds of my miserable lif*\nwere broken when I lost consciousness.\nThen I was rcscuedl The breath of life\ncame back to me, and with it tho hor\nror and dread of beginning the struggU\nagain. Why did you happen that way.\nmonsieur? You would not have gives\nmo n sou to save me trom starvation\nand yet you risked your life for me.\nYou placed again on my shoulders the\nburden I wished to cast off for ever.\nI havo Baid all this to justify my first\nquestion. I now ask it again. What\nii'c yuu going to do to help me support\ntho existence you have forced upon\nme.\"\nSomewhat discoucerted, Daronde re\nplied:\n\"My friend, if some money \"\n\"Alms? No, monsieur,\" Baid the\nman in refusal. \"Keep the money,\nwhich would not carry mo far.\"\n\"A position?\" proposed Daronde,\nTho man shook his head.\n\"Any position I could fill would bore\nly keep me from starving.\"\nDaronde was losing patience.\n\"As matters stand, I can think of\nbut one thing to advise you to do. Go\nback to the place where [ found yon.\"\nWithout emotion, thc man replied:\n\"I expected that advice, and I be\nlieve that anyone in your place would\nhave offered Hie same. You are willing\nfor me to die. But the truth is, I uo\nlonger have tho courage to kill myself.\nI want to live; and to live, a man must\neat, without counting the rest. I could\nbeg, but (hat is a humiliating and un\nreliable way of support. The only way\nfoi me to get :i living with certainty\nis to steal. I thought of that lung ngo.\nfor 1 kuow a lot of furnished houses\nin the suburbs that are closed for a\npart of the year. 'Ihey could be enter.\nI easily, bnt I hud the weakness to\nprefer death to becoming a burglar. I\nquite curod now, thanks to you, mon\nsieur.\"\nThis long tirade made Daronde furi\ns. and ho exclaimed hotly:\n\"To the devil with yon! \"\nA week or so had passed, and Da\nrondo had almont forgotten the incident,\nwhea one morning a telegram was hand\ni| hiin. It summoned him to Surenno\nat onco, nt which place his only son\nowned a magnificent homo. The villa\nhad boon emptied of its furnishings by\nthieves from top to bottom, during the\nmaster's absence. The worst part of it.\nhowever, was that the younger Daronde\nlind returned unexpectedly while the\nrobbers were nt work, and one of thom\nshot him dead.\nWas it the man?\" asked one of the\nlisteners breathlessly.\nTt woe the man!\"\nhe ofHeacv uf Bickle's Anti-Consumptive Syrup in curing coughs and\nh's nnd arresting inflammation of the,\nlungs, can bo established by hundreds\nif testimonials from nil sorts and con-\nlltlnns r.f men. Tt fa n standard remedy\nin th^so ailments nnd all affections of\ntho throat nnd lungs. Tt in highly recommended bv medicine vendors, because\nthey know and appreciate its value ns\ni curative. Try it. THK ISt.AN'Min, CUMP.KlH.ANti, B.P\n\"*\"~ ISLANDER\nPnbli.1i, Saturday at Cumberland, B.C,,\n[sliindi-r Printing & Publishing Company\nDuns & Company, Proprietors.\nW. U. Dunn, Manager.\nSATURDAY, MAY 4,\nAdvertising rates publishtid elsoWlibre in the pnper.\nSubscription prico $1.50 per year, payable in mlvaiice,\nTin- editrtr doea not hold himself responsible for views expressed by\ncorrespondents,\nTHE CANADIAN BANK\nOF COMMERCE\nSIR EDMUND WALKER, C.V.O., LL.D., D.C.L., President\nALEXANDER LAIRD, General Manager\nCAPITAL,- $10,000.o6o~\"' REST, - $8,000,000\nFARMERS' BUSINESS\nThe Canadian Bank of Commerce extends to Farmers every facility\nfor the transaction of their banking business including the discount and\ncollection of sales notes. Blank sales notes are supplied free of charge\nou application.\nBANKING BY MAIL\nAccounts may be opened at every branch of The Canadian Bank o!\nCommerce to be operated by mad, and will receive the same careful\nattention as is given to all other departments of the Bank's business.\nMoney may be deposited or withdrawn iu this way as satisfactorily as\nby a personal visit to the Bank. \u00C2\u00BB231\nCUMBERLAND BRANC.. W. T. WHITE, Manager.\nPilsener Beep\nThe product of Pure Malt and\nBohemian Hops\nAbsolutely no chemicals used\nin iti yi- mufacture\nottled Beer Supplied to the Trade Only.\n^ssBesi on the Coast ss\nPilsener3 Brewing Co., Cumberland. B.C.\nWhat the Editor has to say.\nCusiberland is at last getting a few of tliu privileges\nwliich we have beet) waiting for this last ten years. Citiaeu's\nLeague, Development League, Board of Trade, Mayor and\nCouncil have all been advocating these conveniences in season\nand out of season until their patience wus almost exhausted.\nEvery public man that could give any aid was either interviewed or written to concerning the wants of Cumberland.\nAt last through the energetic efforts of our representative at\nOttawa, Mr. Herbert S, Clements M. P., who has done all\nthat lay within his power, we have secured a Dominion Express olliee situated at the Canadian Colleries' railway station.\nThe citiz ns of Cumberland remember conditions in the past,\nwhen express parcels were either tied up at Nanaimo or forwarded to Cumberland by freight, and tiie jieople knew too\nwell the additional cost. That is now a thing of the past\nAll express parcels will come direct to Cumberland in the fut\nure.\nBUY A'SINGER,' FaWCCtt'S\nThe Latest and mosl Up-to-date Sewing\nMachine on the. market to-day. Sold on\nEasy Terms which places it within the\nreach of all.\nJepSOll BPOS., District Agents\nNanaimo, li. (,'.\nTl'. Jt. J) a mi, lioeat Jlepr-escatatioo\nAnother privilege is the Custom House. Merchants and\nthe public in general had untold trouble in the past in getting\ndutiable goods. It was either held up at Union Bay or Nanaimo until one went or sent clearance papers, causing delay,\ntrouble and additional expense. During the last month we\nhave had the convenience of a custom house, and we are informed by Mr. F. J. Dalby, our genial customs collector, that\nthe receipts for the month of April were about 81.300. Another convenience is the night telegraph service at a greatly\nreduced cost\nOrchard Lots\n30 Lots Sold within the Lust Two Weeks\n1 BUY ONE NOW\nPrice $200 per lot. Easy Terms\nThe Island Realty Co.\nPire. Life, Live Stock\nAccident .\nPhone 22.\nP. L. ANDEBTON.\nCourtenay, B. C.\nSTOVES\n\u00E2\u0096\u00A0A.ND\nIRj^HSTG-IES\nAre the Best, and Fully Guaranteed.\nA full line of Furniture, Housefurnishings,\nLinoleums, Wa lpapers alway son hand.\nM\nThe Furniture Store\"\nA. McKINJMON Cumberland, B.O\nMcPhee Block\n&. M. Bea&neCC\nThe Isi.andkr is looking anxiously forward to the time\nwhen it will be able to announce that actual construction has\ncommenced at Boy's Beach for the Dominion Government\nwharf. Of lute we don't hear much about it, and we failed to\nsee Boy's Beach mentioned in the estimates.\nAnother thing we are all the time improving on is our\nmail service, but we will never be satisfied until we have succeeded in obtaining a daily mail. We are a great deal better\noil'than we were years ago, but it s Hot up to what it should\nbe. ;oid we must keep on firing at the powers that be until We\nget ii daily service. Then then.' is railway transportation\nwhich we may expect in the near future, when instead of six\nut seven hours being required to get to Nanaimo, as is the\ncase today, we will lie able to go in two. The future carries\nsomething still for Cumberland.\n\u00E2\u0080\u0094\u00C2\u00AB\u00E2\u0080\u00A2:>\u00E2\u0080\u00A2\u00E2\u0080\u00A2. -Tl.-4-*y.r+ \u00E2\u0080\u0094\n\"In the spring a livelier iris changes on the burnished\ndove,\" but some of Cumberland's back alleys and unoccupied\ncorners are absolutely proof against any gentle influence of\nthe season. The collections of old till calls, odd boots, stray\nlubbers and castolf clothing remain perennial in their hideous-\nupss, unchanged but for a very appreciable growth with the\naccretions of time, Our city fathers should be furnished with\nspectacles nt the public expense if they cannot see these blotches that are crying to the heavens for shame on our slovenliness\nA. brand new garden raka\u00C2\u00ABin the hands of our bravely uniformed guardians of the peace would be a badge of honor and\ndignity of which, under the circumstances, the city might\nwell be proud. Mil y day has passed, and the nettles are peep-1\ning out of (be rubbish heaps again in happy confidence of another season's undisturbed prosperity. In the name ol decency\n() ye city fathers, how long '.\nIHeaf: \u00C2\u00A7$fafe\nThe 'STAR' Cafe\nRieH\u00C2\u00BBKUS & JACK. Proprietors.\nMEALS SERVED AT\nALL ALL HOURS\nWhen you want a good choice meal cooked to\nthe King's tatte give us a call ....\nDUNSMUIR AYR.\nCUMBERLAND\nOffices: Comox & Courtenay.\n.FOIR, S-AJ^E\nCLEARED FARMS, BUSH LAND\nAND LOTS\nAgents for E. & N. Lands,\nComox District.\nH. H. M. Beadnell\n.1\n\"Leading Tobacco King.\"\nBetter known as\n\"LONG WILLIE\"\nDealer in eruifji, Cariily, Cigars\nand Tobacco,\ny__, Billiard Bqimii in connection\nu&nh\nGENERAL BLACKSMITHS\nHorseshoeing a Specialty\nThird Ave,, Cipi)berhp|t}\neeURTENAY\nHousefurnishin?\niin uui\nGrocers & Bakers\nSetlS!-\" in a\" kinds if Oood\nW8I 888*!\nBest Bread and Beer in *own\nAgents for Pilsener Beer\nDining Room and Bedroom Suites, Sideboards and\nCent re Tables, llockers, Morris Chairs,\nBeds and Bedding, Stoves, Ranges,\nand Heaters, Etc., Etc.\nB. F. KRAUSE, Prop.\nSole agent for thu Sherlock-Manning Pianos and Organs\nA FINE LINE OF NEW\nMATERIALS.WST RE-\n: : : CE1VED : \u00E2\u0096\u00A0\nP. DUNNE\nUp-to-date Merchant Tailor\nDUNSMUIR AVENUB THK IWiANDKK. CUMBERLAND, B.C.\n<%\u00E2\u0080\u00A2-\nThe Last of the Bourbons\n(By J. Morton Lewis)\nfpHE wind whistled down tho slopes\nA of Mont l'ipet, beariug with it u\nlino, drizzling ruin.\nSim oli Vauvert stood at thu door ol'\nhis inn and shook Ihk head solemnly at\nMm weather; then, as tho rain boat upon\nhis face, ho retired Inside and wurmed\nkis IiiiimIh beforo the fire burning in tho\ncomptuir. For a few seconds ho studio*!\nthe fancy forms cast by the blaze, then\nrose and shivered. \" 'Tis miserable\nWOttthar for June!\" ho snid, glancing\narouud tho room us if speaking to the\nBhndows. \"Miserable!\" Drawing n\nohair before the tiro, ho toolt n copy\n\u00C2\u00A9\u00E2\u0096\u00A0f n Paris paper three days old from a\nshelf, and commenced rending it.\n.Iuue tSiiU wns a memorable mouth\n(\u00E2\u0099\u00A6i Franco, momornblo in ninny wuys.\nIt was llie wellest suintaer month with-\nin the recollection oi the oldest iulmhi-\ntnnnts, nud it was a mouth wherein\nuiueli French history was made. Louis\nPhilippe had been deposed aad bud lied\nto Knglnml, uud in lus [dare had been\nreared Anothor nf the Bouapartosj a man\nwho neither possessed the brilliant qualities whieh marked his undo nor was\n\u00E2\u0080\u00A2ven a direct descendant ol' lhe \"Llttlo\nttOTporul\" whom all Kurope bad feared.\nChosen President, he had nuido himself Kmporor, nud nlready faint murmurs of discontent were heard through'\n\u00E2\u0080\u00A2ut the land; and, coupled with them,\ntho wnispor that somewhere iu France,\nknown only to a fow, lived llie grand,\nson of thu Louis thoy had lulled.\nA wave of ttoynllsm swept tbe laud,\naud many were slowly preparing themselves for the day wheu he should proclaim his identity. No less diligently\nwere the followers of Napoleon the\nThird seeking him, so that they might\nmice and for all safelv place thoir master upun the imperial chair. A civil\nwar\u00E2\u0080\u0094as yet confined to intrigue, but\nthreatening every moment to break out\ninto open lighting\u00E2\u0080\u0094existed; and somewhere, some said ia Paris itself, there\nlay hidden the man who held the key*\n\u00E2\u0096\u00A0ote to tbe position ia bis hand.\nSimon Vttuvei't read the news wilh interest. Like many another, ho was tired of the weak, vacillating man who was\na Bonaparte only iu name, aand like\nmany a uot ber he hoped that the day\nnight come when a monarch would\nagain sit upon the throne uf France.\nFor when the lest word is spoken, all\nmen, at the bottom of their hearts, aro\nRoyalists,\nHis eyes sparkled as he read through\ntho long paragraphs, which somehow\nhad escaped the strict censorship, to\nspread the news tnat another Bourbon\nhad come to establish his claim to tbe\nthrone upon which his fathers liad sat.\nBo intent wns he upou his reading\nthat the sound of footsteps on the cobbled yard outside the inn escaped his\nusually keen ears, nnd it wns ouly a gust\nof wind blowing upon bim through the\n\u00E2\u0080\u00A2pen door thnt told him two customers\nhad entered.\nMe looked up from the paper aand surveyed them. There were two men dressed ia long military riding-cloaks.\n'* Hon soir, messieurs,\" he saitl politely, rising slowly.\nTheir swords clanked ia the scabbards\nws tbey warned across to the tire.\nIgnoring his greeting, the elder of the\ntwo asked for meat and wine; while the\nyounger, taking otV his cloak, shook it\nuntil the water, rolling of, hissed as it\nfell upon the burning logs.\n\"You will huvo it here?\" asked\nBimon.\n\" Wo will hnve it here, in front of the\nire,\" said the elder.\nSimon brought forward a small table\naud laid upon it a white damask cloth.\n\" You do nut get many visitors\nhere!\" asked the man.\nSimon shook his head, \"My trado is\nmostly with tne vigneroas; occasionally\na stranger comes, but not often.\"\nThe soldier nodded and glanced keenly at him. \"Have you had many lately!\"\nSimon made an expressive gesture.\n\"Uut no, the weatherl\"\n\"For a few moments the men ate in\nsilence. So far tho younger of tbe two\nhad not spoken. \"There havo been no\nstrangers here lately, thon!\" he said\nsuddenly, continuing aloud the train\nof his thoughts.\n'' You get a good many hero when the\nweather is fine, 1 suppose!\" Haid his\ncompanion.\n\"Yes, m'sieu,\" replied Simon; \"they\neome to visit the ruins of our old theatre here, lt is supposed to bo Roman,\nbut I. would not answer for the truth of\nit.\"\nThe elder man smiled. \"It is safer not\nto answer for the truth cf anything\nBave one's own speech, and it is uot\nalways easy then.\"\nSimon leaving tbem for a moment, be\nturned to his companion, \" We shall\nlearn nothing from him, For myself, I\ntnink it is n fruitless errand wn 1 nve\nbeen sent upon. Louis is within five\nleagues of Paris, if he ts not in the\ntown itself. Though all the faults of\ntlic Bourbons be existent in bis person,\nho would not tarry here, lie must strike\nW tbia the next week, or the throne of\nFrame is lost to him for ever.\"\n'Ibe youuge; nan nodded \"And yet\nif M 'nolle Nouchment is not misinformed, ho has been seen hero within the last\nseven ''.ays.\"\n\"1 do not cm-it those women-spies.\nThey ..re too much governed by emotions to bc of any great service to thoso\nwho employ them, '\nAt the re-ent^y of Simon the elder\nsoldier relapsed into a momentary silence, which he broke with a question\nto the landlord. \"You have lived hero\na good many years?\" he suggOBted.\n\"But yes.\"\n\u00E2\u0080\u00A2 \"And know most of the inhabitants\nof Vienne?\"\n\"As well as tbose in the hills know\nthose wno dwell in the valley,\"\nThe soldier nodded, and meditatively\nstroked his iron-gray beard. \"I am seeking a friend here\u00E2\u0080\u0094a young man, tall and\nIt Is In Demand.\u00E2\u0080\u0094So great is the demand for Or. Thomas' Rclectric Oil thnt\na large.factory is kept continually busy\nmaking and bottling it. To bo in demand shows popular appreciation of tbis\npreparation, w\ninch stands ut. tlm head\nof proprietary compounds as the leading\nOH in the market, and it is generally\nadmitted that it is deserving of the\nfair, with a nose that is somewhat like\nthe noses ot; the Bourbons. Perhaps\nyon have seen a portrait of that magnificent monarch who paid for his misdeeds upon the scaffold?\"\nSimon nodded, wondering at the fluency of his visitor's conversation, aud\nWondering, moreover, to wbnt it tended.\n\"Von Imve? Then you cnuld uot mistake my friend if you saw bim.\"\n\"Perhaps if you told me his aame?\"\nsuggested Pinion.\nFor a moment the soldier remained\nsilent. Then \"H'siou Fou,\" he suid.\nSimon shook bis head. \"I know uo\none uf that name,\" he answered.\nThe soldier's stem countenance relaxed, aad a hard smile showed itself\nut the corners of his mouth. \"No?\"\nho answered in a tone tlmt Implied\nmuch.\nSimon was puzzled, As if to seek enlightenment, he looked around the room,\nand his eyes fell upon tho casement,\nwhich stood a little open, aand in the\nsecond bis gaze rested upon it a shadow\npassed across it\u00E2\u0080\u0094the shadow of a man's\nhead.\nThe elder soldier roso and drew a\nhandful of silver and gold from his poe-\nkot. \"It is time we moved oa, Ktienno,\" he said, \"or it will be midnight\nbeforo we reach the Abbe,\"\n\" You will not stop tho night!\" asked\nSimon.\n\"No; we hnve business uinoug those\nwbo dwell in the valley,\" roplied tho\nsoldier, and again that hard Binilo showed itself.\nAnd Simoa was not sorry, for though\nbo luul asked the question from a habit\nbora of long custom, ho had hoped it\nwould be refused,\nA couple uf minutes and he was ; lorn-,\nstanding ia the middle uf tho comptoir,\nlistening to the footfalls uf tbo men as\nthey passed dowu thc hillside, ami wondering as to the identity of the M'sieu\nFou for whom tbey bad asked.\n\"Mn foi,\" ho said, \"1 am glad they\ndid not slop the night! lie was an evil-\nlooking man the elder ouo.\"\nThen ho picked up tho paper again\nand continued reading it where ho bad\nloft off at their entry, lie continued for\nsome twenty minutes; then again footsteps upon the cobbled path aroused\nhim.\nTho door opened and a tall man entered. He loo was clad in a long riding-\ncloak, ami his face was almost obscured\nby the slouch hat ho wore.\n\" Yoa can give me some food and\nwine?\" ho asked.\n\" But yes,\" replied Simon.\n\"And a bed? Good! This is no night\nto spend in the open.\"\nlie walked up to the fire aud spread\nout his hands before the blaze. \"It\nmight lm .uecember, and not June,\" be\nremarked more to himself than to the\nlandlord,\n\"Hut yes, m'sieu, 'tis nu evil night.\nHad for every one.\"\nTho stranger laughed, and he turned\naud faced Simon. \"You, uf all men,\nshould not say that, for it was the\nweather which drove me in hero to\nshelter,''\n\"Then 1 give thanks,\" said the old\ninnkeeper solemnly, \"for trade is bad.\"\nAs he spoke the stranger removed his\nhat and cloak, ami Simon stared at him\nin amazement, Thero was no mistaking\nhim\u00E2\u0080\u0094tbe clear-cut, regal features, tbo\nlight-blue eye, and curly hair.\n\"You aro M'sieu Fou?\" he said, not\nwithout hesitation.\nPor a second the light-blue eyes\ngleamed; then their expression changed\nto one of amusement, almost mockery.\n\"To some men,\" the stranger replied,\n\"Some friends of yours have been\nasking for you, m 'sieu. They wont\ndown the hill to Vienno.\"\n\"Some friends? Ah yes. 1 suw tbem\n\u00E2\u0080\u0094in the distance,\" The stranger relapsed into silence as the food ami wine\nwere placed upon the table. Then he\naat. dowu beforo it, and Simon noticed\nthat his hands were heavily .iewolled.\nI'lllin.r a glass with wine, he paused\nwith it half-way to his lips. \"Those\nfriends of mine may call for mo. If\nthey do 1 am not here, you understand!\nOne does not always want to seo ono's\nfriends.''\n\"But yes, m'sieu,\" responded Simon.\nThe stranger smiled. \"Yon do not always want to seo your friends, eh!\"\n\"Always,\" replied Simon truthfully.\n\"I givo them a good welcome.\"\nAgain tho stranger smiled. \"And I\nsball welcome them.\" And whether by\naccident or not, his hand came in contact with the rapier hanging by his side,\nso that it clanked in its scabbard.\nAs souu as he had finished he tobo.\n\"You have a private room? I should\nlike to retire tbere, as I bave some business to attend to. And yon will kindly\nhave these things removed as quickly as\npossible.'\nSimon looked at him. There wns a\nnote of command in his voice.\n\"Yes, m'siou.\" he said, and led the\nway into a smaller room, separated from\nthe comptoir by a heavy tapestry curtain.\nM'sieu sat down in a chair before\nthe fire and kicked the logs Into a blaze.\n\"Yon can tell me when my friends arrive, but they are not to know 1 mn\nhere.\"\nSimon bowed. Vague suspicions iih try\nthc identity of his visitor began to fill\nhim; and, returning to the comptoir, he\nstood in the middle of the room scratching his bald head in perplexity. Then\nslowly trying to reason it all out the\nwhile, he began to clear away tho empty\ndishes.\nHeiore he had finished, a voice from\nwithin called to him, \"SimonI\"\n\"Yes, m'sieu,\" he replied.\nDrawing nside the curtain, he saw\nM'sieu Vou standing in the middle of\ntho room. He had divested himself of\nhis eoat, and round his waist was tied\na largo white linen apron such as Simon\nhimself wore. .\n\"T bave taken tbe liberty of inspecting yonr wardrobe and borrowing a few\narticles. On second thoughts I will\nserve my friends myself just to practise\na little joke upon tuem.\" He laid his\nhand oa Simon's shoulder. \"A little\njoke, you understand.\"\nHe surveyed himself in the mirror\nabove the liroplace. \"My face will betray me unless I can alter it.\" He turned to Simon with a Inugh. \"You huvo\nno rougO?\"\n\"I, m'sieu!'\n'I'he obi Innkeeper spoko us one in a\ndream, Astonishment was giving place\nto grave misgivings, lie felt himself\nto be taking pail ia u plot, the depth\nuud purport of which ne was in iguur\na uee.\n\"No, there is too natural a color\nupon your cheeks for you to need to\ncreate one.\"\n\"M'sieu Fou looked around tho room,\nand seized a rod cloth from oil' a small\ntable. Moistening a corner between\nhis lips, he dabbled it on his cheeks,\nthen stootl surveying the effect.\n\"Ves, ' he murmured, \"a little black\nbeneath the eyes, and I do not think\nthey will recognize me.''\nlle bent down nnd picked up a piece\nof burnt wood from the grate, and shaded his eyes with it.\n\"You have ao iitf-a how useful amateur theatricals are, Simon,\" he said\ndining the operation.\nThen he threw it away, and, turning\naround, tacefl the old innkeeper.\n\"Mon Dioul\" said Simon.\n!t wns Vi sieu Fou, but M'sieu Fou\ndisfigured, The regal aspect of his face\nwas lost; he looked a country youth, one\nof many score that might have bcen\nfound withiu a mile of Vienne.\n\"And now Simon,\" he said, \"1 am\nready i'or my friends,''\nHe sat down again in thc chair, and\nSimon noticed that beneath his apron\nthe sword was still buckled.\n\"Vou kuow they will come, siro?\" ho\nsaid,\nM'sieu Foil looked at him quickly. He\nseemed about to speak, ..ositated a moment, then:\n\"Yos, Simon, I know thoy will\ncome,\" lie said.\nLighting a cigarette, he crossed his\nlegs aud gaily hummed a light timo, a\nlove-song of Provence, centuries old,\nfrom tho days of tbe troubadors and\nKiug Bene, \"I hopo tnoy will not keep\nme loug,\" ho said onco, stifling a yawn.\n\"I am tired.\"\n\"I eau tell thom to wait your pleasure in the morning, m'sieu.\"\nAl 'sieu Fou regarded the innkeoper\nshaiply.\n\"Vou can toll them nothing of the\nsort,\" ho quickly responded. \"Yon\nwill not even see tbem till 1 bid you.\"\nAmi he continued humming.\nSuddenly he stopped. His sharp ears\nhad heard something unnoticed by his\ncompanion, the sound of footsteps on the\ncobble-yard.\nTho door loading into the comptoir\nopened, and the footsteps sounded upon\nthe wooden floor,\nM'sieu Fou rose and threw bis cigarette away.\n\"My friends havo come,\" he said in\na whisper, a whisper laden with suppressed excitement. Then ho drew aside\nthe curtain.\n\"M'sieu, m'sieu, what folly is this?\"\nsaid the uld innkeeper when it had\nl alien back intn its place behind him.\nWhoa M'sieu Fou entered the comptoir the two men were standing before\nthe fireplace, their backs turned to him.\nFor a second he Burveyed them, antl a\nsmile lit up his features, a smile of triumph.\n\"MesBieurs,\" he snid; and they turned sharply round.\nAgain the elder man spoke; he was\non most occasions thc spokesman.\n\"Some wine,\" he said shortly. \"And\nwhere is the man who keeps this inn?\"\n\"M'sieu Simon? He has gone to\nbed.\"\n\"Ah, we mny have occasion to call\nhim up again,\"\nM'sieu Fou made a low bow, and in it\ntbere wns a sarcasm which escaped the\nmen's notice.\n\"Perhaps I can bo of service to you.\nI will go and get your wine.\"\nHe retreated into tho innor room.\ni \"The comedy is just commencing,\"\nhe said with a gay smile to Simon, who\nstood trembling behind the curtain.\n\"Two glasses of wine for my friends.\"\nHe returned with them to the comptoir, and laid them down upon a small\ntable before him,\n\"You havo bcen here bcfoTe to-night,\nmessieurs.' he said.\nThe two men lookod at him, Etienne\nnonchalantly, the elder one keenly, his\neyes scrutinizing him beneath thoir\nshaggy brows.\n\"You wero inquiring for a friend of,,\nyours, n M'sieu Fou. Ho is here now,\nbut ho does not know that name.\"\nThe men leapt to their foet.\n\"Where is ho?\" cried Etienne.\nThe other laid a hand on his shoulder.\n\"Gently, mon ami,\" he said. \"If ho\ndoes not answer to that nnmo, how do\nyou know he is the man wo seek?\"\n\"From tne description you gave to\nM'sieu Simon. There is only one man\nin France to-day who could answer to\nthat description.\"\n\"Whore is ho?\" usked Etienne again,\nexcitedly.\n\"Ho iB upstairs, asleep,\" replied\niu.'sleu Fou.\n\"Ah,\" Baid the elder soldier, \"then\nyonr rooms are all occupied, und we intended staying hero to-night.\" He\nturned to Etienne. \"Mon ami, wc shall\nhave to brave thc rain agaiu ami go to\nVienne.\"\n\"You have no need to do that,\" saitl\nM'sieu Fou; \"there aro rooms here to\nspare. 1 can give you ono exactly opposite your friend, so thnt, if you wish\nto, yon caa speak to him\u00E2\u0080\u0094during the\nnight.\"\nThe elder man looked at him quickly\nautl frowned.\n\"We should wish to disturb no man's\nrest,\" he replied.\n\"No, m'sieu?\" said M'sieu Fou, and\nthoro was a tentativeness in his tones.\n\"I will nave tho room got ready for\nyou.\"\nHe retired behind the curtain.\n\"Simon,\" he said, \"my two friends\nwill stay the night; wo we must pro\npare a roompfor tbem,\"\n\"I will, m'sieu.\"\n\"Pardon me, wo will.\"\nTbe innkeeper looked at M'sieu Fou,\nthen without further comment gave a\nbarely perceptible shrug id' the shoulders and led the way to the floor above.\nThe stairs opened on to a large landing. At the. fnr end was a heavily curtained window, through which the moon\nshone. The dull, ceaseless patter of the\nrain upon the glass sounded dreary i\nthe silence, aud M'sieu Fou shivered.\n\" You have not had many visitors\nhere lately, Simon!\"\nSMMsGure\n\"'H'Uly stopa co Ull tis, cures colds, lunl-\nub ,aroat aad tunas \u00E2\u0080\u00A2 Hi. cent*\n^^o, m'sieu; the weather bas been\nso bail. '\nM'sieu Fou nodded, then, stepping to\none side, opened oae oi the doors autl\npeered inside. The candle wliich Simou\ncarried cast long sbudows acroBS fhe\nrpillll,\n\"This will do for my friends,\" said\nM'sieu Fou. \"I trust tho bod is well\naired and the sheets not damp.\"\n\"M'sieu \" begun the iaukeeper,\nwhen M'sieu Fou slopped him.\n\"I was ouly jesting. They aro soldiers, aad often lie like dogs,''\nSimon looked at him, his rubicund\nface expressive of his uncertainty as to\nthe gist of tho remark.\nM'sieu Fou gripped his urm.\n\"Yes,\" he said, as if for emphasis,\ndiers, and often lie like doga.\"\nThen ne crossed the corridor and opened a door which faced the one leading\ninto the room they had just left.\n\"Aud I'm supposed to be sleeping\nhore to-night.\"\n\"Supposed to, in 'sieu.\"\nSimou spuke and moved as one in a\ndream.\n\"Ves, supposed lo. 1 shall spend the\nnight, behind that curtain.\"\nThe innkeeper followed the direction\nof M'sieu Fun's gaze, ami shook his\nhead muurafully.\n\"1 do nut understand,\" he said.\n\"No,\" responded M'sieu Fuu cheerfully, \"aot yet; but you will in good\ntime.\" He entered the room, and bent\nover the bed. \"Vou might bring lhat\ncandle a little nearer, please, Simon,\"\nhe said. \"Thank you.\"\nHo manipulated the pillow aad holer, and with the aid of a large curtain\nho discovered iu a corner mado it resemble the figure of a man.\n''That is Bupposcd to bo me,\" ho\nsaid when ho had finished. \"1 possess\nthe objectionable habit of sleeping with\nmy head beneath the bedclothes.\"\nThen he went out into the corridor\nngain, followed by Simon,\n\"And if you spend tho night behind\nthat curtain,\" ho said, \"what do I\ndo!\"\n'You eau go to sleep as usual, and\nforget all about it.\"\n\"M'sieu, 1 cannot go to sleep; I cannot forget.\"\nTho look of despair on his face wub\ncomical, and M'sieu Fou laughed.\n\"Then you must stop iu your room.\nIf I chooso to play a practical joke on\nmy friends it is no business of yours,\nuark,\" he said a Becond later; \"they\naro calling me!\"\nFrom the room beneath eamo thc\nsound of voices.\nM sieu Fou hurried downstairs.\n\"Messieurs?\" ho said apologetically.\n\"Where have you been!\" said Etienne. \"We have been calling you for\nthe last five minutes.\"\n\"I am sorry, m'sieu. I have boen\ngetting your room prepared for you.\"\n\"Ah! and now you can take us up\nto it?\" he asked.\nM'sieu Fou bowed, and led the way\nup the stairs. On the binding he fiuug\nopen the door, and stood holding a caudle high above bis head, lighting them\nin.\n\"And our frond's room, you say, ib\nthe one opposite?\"\nM'sieu Fou pointed to the door.\n\"But yea, messieurs. Bon nuitl\"\nThe elder man noddod curtly, and\nshutting the door, locked it. M'sieu Fou\nsmiled softly, and looked nt the closed\ndoor for a second. Tnen he crept down\nthe corridor nnd secreted himself behind the curtain.\nBelow the frame of the window was\na broad ledge, on which ho seated himself.\n\"'Tis not bo bad!\" he muttered,\nbavo slept in worse places within the\nlast six months. A king without\nthrone is like the proverbial beggar\u00E2\u0080\u0094he\ncannot be a chooser.\"\nThen, lighting a cigarette, he looked\nout of the window. The rain had ceased, and the moon was nt its full height,\nflooding the slopes. The trecB were\nbending to and fro in the gale that had\narisen, and in the near distance the\nruins of the old Koman theatre loomed\ndark anihtst the foliage which surrounded them.\nM'sieu Fou gazed ot it for some mo-\nmoats; then he drew out Ihb watch.\n\"A quarter past twelve,\" he said.\nHe rose and took off the white apron,\n.and, moifitening a corner with his lips,\nho rubbed the color from off his checks\nand the black from beneath his eyes.\nThen he lighted another cigarette.\nHe heard the half-hour chime out from\nthe bells of the cathedral of St. Maurice in tho valley, and almost following\nit aaother sound which caused him to\nleap lightly to his feet aud peor round\na eorner of the curtain.\nFrom the door of tbe room in which\nthe soldiers were supposed to be sleeping a ray of light shone, nnd a socoud\nlater he saw the two men wnlk softly\nacross the corridor and open the door\nfacing theirs.\nEmerging from behind tho curtain, he\ndrew his sword, antl stepping silently\ntlown the corridor, stood in tho open\ndoorway. Etienne was holding a candle,\nwhile the idder man, bending ovei the\nbed, was driving his sword through the\nfigure beneath the sheets.\n\"That should bave finished him, mon\nami,\" snid the soldier; \"but I will\nsee.''\nHe was about to pull aside the sheets,\nwhen M'sieu Fou stopped into the\nroom.\n\"Ves, messieurs,\" he said, \"that\nshould have killed him. But it has\nuot.\"\nAt the sound of his voice the two\nmen turned sharply round.\n\"Mon Dioul\" they exclaimod, as if\nwilh one voice. Before them stood\nLouis, tho last of the Bourbons.\nEtienno was the first to recover from\nhis astonishment. Seizing the sword\nfrom bis companion, he rushed upon\nM'sieu Fou; but tho latter was ttio\nquick for him. He parried the blow,\nand guve it a sudden lunge. There ifi\na certain muscle in a man's body the\nsevering of which paralyses the right\nHrm and causes it to shrivel, and M'sieu\nFou knew where that muscle wns situated.\nEtienne gave n BCroam of pain, aud\nthe sword fell from his hand on to the\nIloor with a clutter.\n\"You have maimed me for life!\" he\ncried.\nCruelty was ovor a trait in the character of. thc Burbons, especially cruelty\nin tlreir moments of triumph.\n\"And you too, Colonel D'Angeron!\"\nho cried with nnother lunge.\nM'sieu Foii stepped quickly into the\ncorridor; aiul Simon, standing trembling\nat the dour of his bedroom, saw bim\npoint with his drawn sword, from the\nblade of which blood was still dripping,\ndown the llight uf stairs,\nA second, and he heard hiin speak.\n\"Messieurs,\" ho saitl, \"go to your\nmaster, and tell him that is the message of tne man who in a few months\nwill sit upon the throne of France.\"\nFor a second thc twu soldiers, whose\nright nrms wure rendered useless, stood\n\"nd faced him.\n\"1 have lhe advantage,\" said JI 'sieu\nFou, \"and to men who would have murdered me while J slept _ show no mer-\ncyl '\nThen they passed down the stairs\nthrough the comptoir into the moon-\nlight.\nAt the door Colonel D'Angeron pans\ned. A devoted Bouapartist, he possessed no reverence for thf meu who had\nsat upou the tnroue of Franco for gene\nrations.\n\"Louis Bourbon,\" ho said, \"we are\nmaimed for life; but tliere are thousands more, men who would ralher see\nour beloved country a mass of ruins\nthan see Hi.\u00E2\u0080\u009Et;;;r of your cursed family\nupon the throne! \"\nThen they passed Into the night. For\na few moments Al 'sieu Fou stood watching them, pondering over in his mind\nthe words Colonel D'Angeron had Bpok\nen. Then, with a little sigh, he entered the comptoir.\nThero the old innkeeper was awaiting\nhim.\n'Sire,\" he said, \"thoy called you\nLouis Bourboul\"\n\"Yes,\" answered M'sieu Foil, \"i am\nLouis, the last of the Bourbons. Perhaps one day 1 shall sit upon the throne\nof my fathers, and perhaps not, for\nFrance is a strange country,\"\nHe laid five gold coins upon the table,\ncoins which bore the head uf the man\nwho reigned in his stead and sat where\nhe should have sat.\n\"This will recompense you for the\ntrouble I have given you,\" he said.\n\"But, siro, you will not leavo tonight?\"\n\"To-night I must go down to the\nvalley, where I have friends who await\nme\u00E2\u0080\u0094better friends than those wdio have\njust left. And to-morrow 1 leave for\nParis. Boa soir.\"\n\"Bon soir, sire!\" said the old man.\nDazedly he walked to the door, aud\nwatched the last of the Bourbons climb\ntlown the slopes which led into the valley, watched him until the gloom swallowed him up and hid him from view.\nThen ne picked up the gold pieces wdiich\nM'sieu Fou had left upon the table each\nin turn, looked at the head upon it, antl\nread the inscription.'\n\" I wonder.\" he said, \"if he will ever\nbe King of France. He would make a\ngootl king.\"\nRecognized as tiie leading specific for\nthe (testmet imi of worms. Mother\nGraves' Worm Exterminator has proved\n\u00E2\u0096\u00A0i honn to suiTei'inj. children everywhere.\nIt seldom fails.\nEXPLORING THE PHILIPPINE FOR\nESTS\nTHE woodland wanderer in the Phil\nippiue jungles must turn to thc\nmountains to find the finest virgin\nforest, and he goes armed with a bolo,\nso as to carefully blaze a trail he can\nfollow ia the descent.\nOld clearings, pushing up inlo the\nforest like separated fingers on the lower mountain spurs, are choked with rank\neogon grass growing eight to twelve\nfeet high\u00E2\u0080\u0094as mean a growth to pass\nthrough as any briar patch or cane\nbrake\u00E2\u0080\u0094which affords no shelter what\never from tho sun. However, there is\ncompensation in its gorgeous white\nbloom, for, like the poppy, the eogon\na show-piece of nature. Moat striking\namongst the trees of the forest is a\nrepresentative of the fig family, locally\nknown as the baletc, possessing most\nremarkable habits. These trees of tea\nstart their existence high up in other\ntrees\u00E2\u0080\u0094not as parasites, but deriving\nnourishment from humus and decayed\ngrowths collected on the limbs and in\nthe crotches of ihe older trees, sending\nlong, winding tendrils down to the\nground, vrbrro they take root ind grow\nwith such vigor that the supporting\ntrni r is rapidly enveloped in a coales\nting mass of stems, wliile its own\nbrandies nre overtupped by those of the\nwuirper. which kills il as mucn by steal\ntag its sunshine above as by appropri\nating the soil at the base.\nWhile the younger of theso trees are\nmost grotesque in shape, still many nf\nthe older ones have toeir various com-\nponents united into a single majestic\ntrunk witb nicely curved web-like buttresses radiating far afield at the base,\nantl with thick curving limbs reaching\nfar out overhead, loaded with vines and\nparasites, making a veritable hanging\ngarden over tbe tops of the lesser trees,\nborne of these balete trees have hollow\ninteriors, wdiere the trunk of a victimized tree has rotted out, and others are\nlike big triporls with their trunks far\napart below and meeting iu one stem\nforty feet above the ground.\nPlants with leaves of enormous size\nare seen in thope glades where shaft?\nof Kun light sometimes penetrate, for\nsuch leaves being easily destroyed by\nwind roqutro the protection of the forest antl at the same time must have the\nliglit. A variety of tbe pulpy elephant-\near plant acquires leaves averaging\nseven by five foet exclusive of the stem,\nnnd the banana plant has leaves as loug.\nthough only half as broad.\nMuch more plentiful are the rattan\nor bojuco thickets. These form the\nmost serious barriers to climbing\nthrough the woods for the big, fern like\ntufts are covered with what might be\ncalled \"retraction\" or \"detention\"\nthorns, wdiie. slope backward on the\nstem like the barb of a fish hook. These\nformidable spray-shaped tufts grow to\na height of twelve nnd fifteen feet,\nspringing from a long, smooth stem\n(hat sometimes trails the ground nnd\nsometimes ascends high into tin; trees.\nThe steins are known to reach lengtiis\nof four and five hundred feet. An attempt to pass theso bejneo thickets unarmed is futile, but with a well-swung\nkeen-edged bolo the long, coarse fronds\ncan be quickly snipped to right and\nleft. A variety of the bejuco has a\nstem hollow anil divided into compartments by diaphragms at the joints, like\nthe bamboo. Each compartment oon-\ntnins about a mouthful of pure water,\naud !\u00E2\u0096\u00A0\u00E2\u0080\u00A2\u00E2\u0096\u00A0 successively chopping off the\nstems just below the joints, the traveller may slake his thirst,\nseen on a dull day when sunlight splotch-\nTheae are but a few examples of the\nmultitude of plant varieties whose over\nburdened profusion impresses one. Per\nhops the beauties of the forest are best\nes do not enter to confuse the eye in\nunrelated mottled high lights, for the\ndiffused sky light from open glade*\nhere aad there gives better distance\nand better form to the rounded masses\nf foliage, la this promiscuous jumblo\nf luxuriance, nature is at her greatest\nbeauty and yet in her most abandoned\niisorder\u00E2\u0080\u0094she is unstudied, inspired,\nspontaneous,\nAbove the zone of the bejuco the\nclimbing becomes steeper and the region\nf prevailing mist is entered. Tho forest takes on a new kind of richness.\nEnormous trees have given place to\ncrooked specimens fairly hidden umler\ntheir load of parasitic and climbing\nplants. Delicate hanging moss, flecked\nilways with diamond wn tor-drops,\ntrapes the trunks and limbs.\nEvery tree crotch is a bed of orchids,\nand every limb is completely festooned\nwith large ami small leaved clinging\nvines, climbing palms, and the convolvulus. Here are to be found fine specimens of the bird's-nosl fern, wdiich\nperches in a tree and derives its subsistence from ihe docay til' deud leaves\nthat accidentally drop within the en-\nlosuro, and the gigantic shapely tree-\nfern, each hignlv prized for transplant-\n'ug to Manila gardens.\nEven at tue very summil the tropical\nluxuriance prevails to bucIi an extent\nthat a glimpse ol the surrounding panor-\nlI is randy to he had unless one\nob.- to lhe very top of the highest\n[\ Antl even in such a giddy perch\nbe may wait hours for the Bcuadlng\nlouds lo break away and reveal the\nethereal blue distance of mountain, lake\nami ocean.\nOne accustomed to living in the torrid\nplains at sea-level will pretty surely shier in these damp mists a few thousand\nfeet higher up. Ridges are easily foi\nlowed iu ascending, ami ure almost impossible to follow in descending unless\nthe greatest care is taken to keep to\ntho blazed trail made in coming up.\nMany bave been unintentionally benighted through lack of precaution, for\nin the ecBtnsy of reaching tho summit\none is npt to tn rry i n bea ut i fui surroundings until he finds himself persistently diverging from the ridge he\nhas beeu travelling. Soon he is just\nas persistentlv dropping into au ever-\nsharpening gully. Apprehension begins\nto rise, and with redoubled energy ha\nscrambles up the nearest ridge only to\nfind it is the wrong oni', with no signs\nuf his lost trail, in a frenzy he pushes\non and on, jumping down from big,\nfern-bedecked rocks, scrambling umler\nand over fallen trees, rushing some\nthickets, cutting through some and making detours around others, dripping with\nperspiration nml stumbling through\npools of water, until he suddenly stops,\nbreathless\u00E2\u0080\u0094tn think it over. The forest\nhas grown darker and the silence of\nthe great trees is ominously depressing\n\u00E2\u0080\u0094it is their sinister invitation to spend\nthe night.\nHowever, whether lost or in camp, he\nmust observe tbat much of the characteristic fascination of these deep\njungles is lost at night; at least, bo far\nas thc sense of sight goes, for instead\nof those magic color transformations\nthat attend sunrise and sunset iu opeu\ncouutry. aud the night-long procession\nof tho Btara. there is nothing but the\nsudden dropping and rising of an impenetrable void, so black one seems to\nreally feel it. This perhaps makes the\ncar moro sensitive, nud every little\nsound works upon the imagination. The\ncroak of a lizard may be read into the\nbark of some wild quadruped slaking\nhis thirst at a pool perhaps not fifty\nfeet away, while the hundred insect\nnoises may mean anything from the hiss\nof a snake to the chatter of monkeys.\nStrange phosphorescent lights punctuate\nthe darkness, but illuminate nothing-\nfireflies and glowworms leave shining\ntrackfi. Most spectacular is the effect\nof the fireflies when the)1 congregate in\ngreat numbers. It is like an illuminated\nChristmas tree, and the flashing of the\nlights produces an illusion as if they\nwere moving rapidly in all directions.\nSo thickly covered with the \"lightning\nbugs\" are these trees that a faint glow\nof greenish light seems to surround\nthem.\nOf the nocturnal forest noisefi, the\nsoughing of the wind in the canopy overhead is a dread one, for it is the precursor of rain. At such times a distant\nrushing souud rises to a roar as it approaches, and down comes tbe rain with\na noise ns if forty thousand devils were\ndancing on an iron roof. Then, with\nthe passage of the tempest, pandemonium gives place again to the drowsy\nvoices of the night, the occasional drlp-\nping from huge leaves, und the incessant whistling of ihe insects. A shaft\nof moonlight slips tlown through a well\nof darkest umbrage into a steaming glen\nof voluptuous tree-ferns, where evanescent forms bewitch the mind as in a\nfairy-land.\nFOUND QUICK CURE\nAFTER EIGHT YEARS\nDODD'S KIDNEY PILLS TRIUMPH\nWHERE BELTS AND FLAS\nTERS FAIL\nMoses Sherwood, a long sutlcrcr from\nBackache, found permanent relief lu\nono hox of the Oroat Canadian Kidney Romedy, Dodd's Kidney Pills\nPoodiac, King's Co., N.B.\u00E2\u0080\u0094(Special)\n\u00E2\u0080\u0094After suffering for eight years, whilo\nall the time the remedy was right at\nhand. Mr. Moses Sherwood, a well-\nknown farmer living near here, tried\nDodd's Kidnoy fills autl is now as well\nas ever he was in his life.\nMr. Sherwood's experience is similar\nto that of thousands of other natives\nif New Brunswick, \"Aboul eight years\n..go 1 hurt my back from lifting.\" lie\nstntes. \"I used liniments and plasters\nand wore a wide belt, but in two years\nmy trouble had developed into kiudey\ndisease.\n\"Mv back was so sore T eould not\nlift any weight, wheu reading a Dodd's\nAlmanac led me to try Dodd's Kidney\nFills. Before the first'box was finished\nmv backache was gone nnd I have\nnever been troubled with tt since.\"\nBelts and plasters may give temporary relief iu eases of Backache nr\nRheumatism, but the only way to cure\nhem is to go to the sent of iho\nrouble. Cure the Kidneys and the\nBachncho or Rheumatism will disappear, Dodd's Kidney Pills never fail\n*., cure the Kidneys,'\n71 wm\ntf\niJA^r\nwmmiiimi&;\n1\nI\nGET I\nTHIS\nSUBDIVIDED INTO 10 ACRE BLOCKS\nADJOINING\nHEADQU\n(McKenzie & Mann's Headquarters for the Comox District.)\nWe claim this is some of the Best Land in the (Uomox District\nThe Tsolum River runs through this Property\nThe e. P. R. line north to eampbell River will be within 300 YARDS of\nthis Subdivision.\nThe CN. Railway Main line from Cumberland to the north of the Island passes through this land\nand the new County road from Cumberland to Headquarters will also be put through this property.\nThe Canada West Lumber Company will have 2,000 men working at HEADQUARTERS inside of\ntwo years. Sawmill cutting 75,000 feet per day now under construction.\nTERMS:- 1*4 Cash down. Balance in 6, 12 and 18 months\nFOR SALE ONLY BY\nISLAND REALTY CO.,\n(P. L ANDERTON, Manager)\nPhone 22\nA1M9)\n*\u00C2\u00BB* CAMERON & ALLAN\nREAL ESTATE AGENTS,\nPhone 33\nCourtenay, B.O.\nir:^IZ2EBS22E3\nJB)MIHMI'Itainiu|f 200\nacres.\nBEN ROBERTS,\nDated Janutiy 30* h. 1912\nKiic R lib buck, agent.\nBAY WAB D land DIRTRIOT, District of Say-\nwaul:\u00E2\u0080\u0094Take uotice that John G#4gi*\nHardy of Cuurtenay, R, C\u00E2\u0080\u009E occupation\nanuticneer, intends to apply for permission to purchase the following doscriheri\nlnnds: CuiimiuiJcinK at a post planted at\nthe N bank ot Cntnbeir.v lake and at the\nSE corner of Tnubt-r Limit 30012 theme\nW 40 chains; thei.re S 40 chains; thence\nE 20 chains: theuce NE 10 chains to pnint\not ci>n.mencement aud containing 110\nacret. more ur less.\nJohn George Hardy\nD ited Jan. 14, 1912. Reginald Carwithio\nAgent.\nkayjiakd land dibtrict, District of Sayward\u00E2\u0080\u0094Take notice that Margaret Car-\nwithin of Sandwii.k, B. C, occupation\nwidow, intends to apply for permission\nto purchme the foliowingdeacribed lands:\nOomu t enui tig at v pust planted on tht\nnurth bai k nf Tri-ut like and about oue\nmilo west from the S\V co-ner of Timber\nLimit 37470 ihence N 40 chains, thenoe\nW 40 dim I us, thei.ee S 40 uhaini to iht1\nnorth bank of Tmut Uke; theme along\nthe t.orth b mk of Tmut. lake E 40 chains\npoint of coinuit'iiceiiienl and contain. [\u00E2\u0096\u00A0\u00C2\u00AB\nIHO acres more or less.\nMargaret Carwithun\nDa'ed Jan. 11,1912. ReginaldCarwiihen\nAgent,\nSAYWARD LAND DISTRIOT\nDiatrict of SaywMil.\nTake notice that Oeorge William Carwithen, of\nSamlwK'k, in:, uci-upatkni carpenter, IoLoih'h to\nupply for pDtmitHioii to purcluwe the fallowing\nlii-ici ihi-il lauds: -(.mumenciiiK at a pout plauiwl at\nthe S. W. corner of limber Limit 421KW. thence went\n80 rlmiiw; thouM aouth 40 chains; thence east OU\nthence Houth 20 chain*; theuce en.it 30 chain*;\nthence north 80 chains to point of cumwsnCemttiit.\na ml containing MO acres more or Im*\nUIOHOK Wtl.l.lAM <.AKWITI.fi>\nItHKiiitiM Carwitbim. agsnt.\nDated January 18th, 1913.\nSAYWARD WXD DISTRICT\nDlstr let of Hayward\nTake notice that Henry LuJer Carwithen, of\nSandwick, B.C., occupation farmer. Intends to ap-\nply for perniisMion to purchwu ths following dei\ncribed lands:\u00E2\u0080\u0094Commencing at a pout planted at\nthe M.W. corner of Timber Limit 11168. thnceniirth\n80 cbaias; thence east 00 chains; thence south 80\nchains; thenc* west 00 chains to point of commence\nmeat, and containing 480 acres more or less.\nHbnrt LtinxR CAKwmiKN\nReginald Carwithen, agent.\nDated January 13th, 1013.\nHAYWARD LAND DISTRICT\nDlxtrict of Sayward\nTake notice thst Auuko Joii.i Carwithen of\nSandwick, B.C., occupation farmer, inn-juts to apply for perndHsion to purchase tha following dos>\ncrHitxl lsnds:~-Cuiniueucing at a poat planted at\nthe N. V, comer of Timber Limit 40774, Unmet, nun h\n40 cliains; thence went 40 chains; thenre north 41)\nihalns; theuce west 30 chaina; theuce south 00 chain*\nthence east lit) chains; thence south 20 chaina;\niht'iisa i'iikI 40 chnins to point of comiueliceiuciit,\naud contain Ing ^HOiicre* moru or Ibsh.\nAl.KttKD John OARWITIMN\nReginald Carwitlien, agent.\nDated January listti, 1013.\nSAYWARD LAND DISTRICT\nDistrict of Aiy wai id.\nTake notlat) tbat Mabel Hardy, of < Kuitrriny. It.\nO,, occupation married woman, internis to apply\nfor oortulsslnn to |iurchase the following des<>rib-il\nlaiids;\u00E2\u0080\u0094Commencing ai a post planted at ihe N.K\n\u00E2\u0096\u00A0oaner of Timber Llinll U0611, theuce south mj\n\u00E2\u0080\u00A2IiuIiih; theii'-R etui 40 i-hulim; theuce asrtb Wl cliains\ntbence welt 40 chuillK to pollll of comineucouiuut,\nand conulniug ;I20 acres more or less,\n.Mahki. Haiiov\nUi'C'ii'ibl Carwithen, agent.\nDated January Uth, 1013.\nNAYWAItn I.AM* WSTUH'T\nDNlrlct of Sayward\nTako notice tliat llurlwrt llowarth IliiUf*, of Ly\niliniii. Kim , orciipulioii gentleman. Intends to apply\nfor pi'imlsiiou to imrchami lho following describe I\nlands; -CoumieiicitiK at a poat plontcd on the north\nbank of Trout Lake* ml at lln- s W ccrner of Tim-\nher Limtt 87470, thence north 30 chains: thence west\nso chains; thenco south to the hoik of said Trout\nUke 20 attains; thecce along Iwink of said Tiout\nuke cast 80 chains, to point of conimeucumeut,\nand containing 100 acres moru or less.\nllKltHKHT HOWARTII BATKK\noatcd Jan. Uth, 1913. Reginald Cars lthea ageut\nSAYWARD LAND DISTRICT\nDistrict ef Sayward\nTake notice that l^oalsa Marion Woodcock, of\nl.ni.dini, Kng.. occupation siaglu woman, intends to\napply for peamlsslon to purchase the following <1e-\nsci'iliod lumh:\u00E2\u0080\u0094Conuuenclngata post planted on\nihu north hank of Trout Lake, and 1J\nmiles west from the S W corner of Tim*\nbur Limit 37470, (hence north HO chains;\nthenco west MO chains; thence south 80\nchains; theuce east HO chains to point of\ncommencement, and containing 040 aores\nmore or less. Lou ima Marion Woodcock\nReginald Carwithen, agent\nDated January llth, 1012.\nSaywnrd land Disttict.\n, Distric' of S tywM-d\nTakfl notice thai Gdor\u00C2\u00ABe Robert Bates\nof Courtenay, B C , rceupntionrealegtate\na^eot, intends to apply for permission to\npurchase the following de-ciibcd lands:\u00E2\u0080\u0094\nCommet'ciuv. at a post planted at the 8.\nE. corner uf Timber Limit 4077o; thence\nnorth 80 ohains; thence easi 40 chains;\nthence south 60 ohaius; ihence went 20\nchains; theuce south 20 chains: thence\nwest 20 ckaius, to point of commence-\nment, eunUininr 300 aores more or less.\n(jkorgk Robert Ba*bb\nReginald 0:irwlthen, agent.\nDated tin* 13th, 1912.\nSkyward Lind District\nDistrict of Sty ward\nTake notio- that Louisa Sophia Ba*e\u00C2\u00BB,\nof Sandwick, K.C, occupation, married\nwoman, intends to apply for permission\nto purchane thu follnwingdescribud lands:\n0oinoien\u00C2\u00ABinc( at a post, planted ati the N.\nE. corner Timber Limit 40775. thenee\nnorth 80 chains; tbenee easi 20 chains;\ntbence south 80chains; thence west 20\nchains to pnint of commencement, aud\ncontaining lUOacres more or Ices.\nLouisa Sophia Bates\nReginald Carwithen, agent.\nDated January 13th, 1012.\nSayward Lind Diatrict.\nDistri't of Say wa< d.\nTake noticH that Reginald Carwithen,\nof Sandwick, B.O., occupation, farmer,\nintuiids to apply for permission tn put*\nchaee the foil..winy dear.ribtd lands:\u00E2\u0080\u0094\nCommencing at a post planted at the N.\nE. corner of Timber Limit 40775, thenee\nnorth 80 chains; thence weat 80 chains;\nthence south 80 chains; thence east 80\nchnins to p'-iot of commencement, and\ncontaining 040 acres more nr less.\nReginald Carwithen\nDated January 13rh, 1012\nSaj ward Lt\u00C2\u00BBnd DUtrict\nDistrict of Sayward\nTake notiou that Christian Carwithen,\nof Baud wick, B.C., occupation carpenter,\nintends to apply for permission to purchase the following described lauds:\u00E2\u0080\u0094\nCommencing at a post planted at the S\nVV. oorner of P tt 2800,-thence mm)\n20 chain*; thenco we-t 80 chaiiie} thenct\nuti 20chains; thence eaht B0 chaina t>\npoint of ciimmeuceuieut aud containing\n100 acres more or less.\nCwtiriTiAM Carwithen\nReginald Carwithen, agent\nD.ited Jiinuar> 13th, 1012,\nSATWARD LAND DISTRIOT,\nDistrict of Sayward.\nTake notice that Margaret Bin lun Car\nwitheu *f Sandwick, B. C, occupation\nsit-gie woman, intends te apply for permission to purchase the following de\nscribed lauds:\u00E2\u0080\u0094 Commencing at a pnai\nplanted at the most southerly end of\nCranberry lake, thenc E 80 chains; thence\n8 HO ohains; thence W 40 chains; thence\nalong the boundary of Lot Hli, Sayward\nDistrict, in a general north and west di\nnotion, to a point due south of the point\nof commencement, thenco due north to\nthe point of commencement and contain*\ning 500 acres more or less.\nMaruarit BluhmCakwitiiin\nDated Jan. 14, 1012. Reginald Carwithen\nAgent.\nwayward LAND district, District of Say\nHard\u00E2\u0080\u0094Take notice that Elilh Wilson\nof Lytham: Eng., occupation marriri\nw man, Intend* to apply for permission\nto puiehasu the following described land-\nCommencing at a p<*i plained aboul\none half mile E from south bank ot\nTrout lake and about one mile aouth\n'rom the most northerly end of Tiein\nlake, thence aouth 80 chains thence E\n40 chains, theuce N HO chains, theuce V\\n40 chains to point of ecioiiieneeineii\nuid cidltniliiilg 320 acres more or lets.\nEDITH WILSON\nD*lt>d J'in. H, 1012 Reginald Ofti\nwithen, A-imt.\n\u00E2\u0080\u00A2aywaRI) LAKO D18TRI0T, District of Sayward.\u00E2\u0080\u0094T .ke notiee that Ktlirh Lnce\\nBates i-f Lytham, Eng., occupation wid-\n\u00E2\u0080\u00A2 w, intends to apply for permission to\npurchase tint following described lands'\u00E2\u0080\u0094\nC -mmoncii.g at a post plantid on lh\"\nsouth ba< k of Trout lake aud about, iw\nimli-s Irom the mogt northerly end of saf saio\nlake Ho chains to point of ooiniuepcement\nand containing 80 acres mom or lens.\nEhith Laohv Bates\nI) ted Jan. 11,1012 Reginald Carwithen\nAgent,\nsayw.ro LAND DISTRIOT, District of Say\nward \u00E2\u0080\u0094Take notice that Harriet jane\nBalnbridge of London, England, occupation single woman, intends tu apply for\npermission to purchase the following described lands- Commencing at a post\nplanted on tbe N bai k uf Trout lake and\nabout oue mile fr in the muat southerly\nuud of said lake thence along the bank of\naaid lake southerly HO chains, teence N W\nHO chaina, thonce V, 40 chaina to point of\ncommencement and containing 100 acres\nmure or less.\nHarriet Jane Bainiridoh\nDated Jan. 11,21,1012. Reginald Carwithen, Auo lit.\nHi\nPractical\naimer\nDecorator, Paperhanger\nand\nKalsomining.\nAll Work Promptly\n...Attended to.,.\nResidence, Peurith Avenue\nCumberland,\nPalace\nLivery\nft\nDA THOMAS\nUP-TO-DATE PIANO TUNER\nR^ruBButiiiK The Geo. A. Fletcher Co.,\nNmwimo, B.C.\nOrdor. left at T.E.Bnte'. Ston promptly\nuti ended to.\nE. W. BICKLE\nNotary Public, Conveyancer. Etc.\nDUtrict Agent The Mutual Life Ataurance\nCompany df Canada.\nFire IiiButatice. Accounta collected\nFOR SALE- Home, 5 rooms, price 1050\nFOR SALE-House, 7 rooma, Piice,\n81 000.00. Terms caah.\nNew house, including two full-sizod\nlots, price 81200.\nH. uae in centre of oity, price $1260 cash\nAfply. E. W. BICKLE.\nChange advertisements for\nSaturday mornings issue must\nbe in this office not later than\n10 a. m. on Thursday.\nMrs. Simms will give lessons on the\npiano at her house in Jerusalem, formerly\nnwned hy Mr. jnmes Stewart, on and\nnfter Monday, March 4th\u00E2\u0080\u0094until then in\nCamp as usual.\nTHE BEST of\nHORSES and\nFIRST-CLASS\nBUGGIES\nFOR HIRE.\nE. T. WHELAN, Proprietor\nCOURTENAY, B. 0,\n18\nThe\nStar\nThird St Ss Penrith Avenue\nA, MAXWELL\nProprietor\nAll kinds of hauling done\nFirst-class Rigs for Hire\nLivery and team work promptly\nattended to\nSubscribe\nFor The\nIslander\nTHE\nCUMBERLAND\n= HOTEL =\nW. MERRIFIELD, Prop.\nThe finest hotel in the city.\nB.C. Garaee\nFor Auto and\nGas Engine Supplies\nDistrict Agent for the\nEusf.el, E.M.F. 30 Flanders 20\nand McLauffhlin-Buick automobiles\nFairbanks-Morse Stationary and Marine Engines,\nOliver Typewriters, Moore's Lights, and Cleveland,\nBrantford, Massey-Harris and Perfect bicycles\nCARS FOR HIRE\nNIGHT AND DAY\nPhone 18\nEMDE. DENTON\nCUMBERLAND, B.C.\nHung Chong & Co.,\nBranch .Store from CHARLIE SING CHONG Co.\nGROCERIES, DRY GOODS, SILKWEAR\nHardware ofall kinds.\nBoots and Shoes, at Lowest Prices\nHUNG CHONQ & Co.\nNo. 7 \u00C2\u00BB INE THS ISLANDK. Cl'MBKRLAND. B.C.\nHeaviness at Pit\nof the Stomach\nA Feeling of Uneasiness Before and\nAfter Meals is Quickly Cured\nWith Nerviline\nNearly everyone pets un occasional at-\ntMk of indigestion und knows jnst what\ntfcat heavy feeling ineuiiB in the fitom-\nMk \"I was subject to stomach derange-\nMents and my health was seriously hampered on this account. After meals I\ntak It M gas, had a weighty sensation in\nmy stomach and over my left side. The\nAnt relief I got was from Nerviline\u00E2\u0080\u0094I\nueed it three times a day and was cured.\nI toutiuue to use Nerviline oceasinoal-\nty, and tind it is a wonderful aid to the\nstomach und digestive organs.\"\nThe above letter comes from\nMrs. V. B. Stetson, wife of an 'important merchant\nin Brockton, and\nstill further proof\nNERVILINE\nRE8TORE8\nWEAK\n8TOMAOH8\ntit the exceptional power of Nerviline is\ntarnished by A. E. Bowman, the well-\nkaewu Bpholflterer of Chester, who\nwrit en: \"Let everyone with a bad stom-\nMh u\u00C2\u00BBe ' Nerviline,\" and I am sure\ntbere will ho few sufferers left. I used\nto have cramps, rumbling noises, gas on\nmy utoinaeh and severe tits of indiges*\ntion. Nerviline was the only remedy\nthnt gave tue relief, and 1 found it su\nentirely satisfactory that I would like\nto kavo my letter of recommendation\npihlishcd hroadenst, in order that others\nmay profit by my experience.\"\nYou'll tind a hundred uses for Nervi-\nUue\u00E2\u0080\u0094it's a trusty household remedy\nthat sells to the extent of a million\ntattles per year\u00E2\u0080\u0094that's the best proof\nthat it must cure and give unlimited\nsatisfaction. Refuse anything offered\nia place of Nerviline. In two sizes, 50c\naad 25c. All dealers, or The Catarrh-\noeoae (.Vi., Kingston, Ont.\nN a storm at soa tho chaplain asked\noue of the crew if he thought there\nwas any danger. \"Why,\" replied\nthe sailor, \"if this continues wo shall\nall be iu heaven to-morrow morning,\"\nThe chaplain, horrified, cried out, \"The\nLord forbid!\"\nA PARTY of East\nwere found\nBEICKS OF FLOUR\nWilEAT flour is now made into\nbricks by hydraulic pressure. Almost every oue is familiar with\ntea bricks, but flour bricks are entirely\n\u00E2\u0096\u00A0\u00E2\u0080\u00A2Tel.\nFloor in bricks possesses many advantages over the loose powder. In the tirst\nptaeo, the enormous pressure exerted\ndestroys ail forms of larval life alroady\nEresent, and the bricks are much too\narc. afterward for any insects to work\ntheir way in. The bricked flour is\neqaally secured from mould, and is to\nall practical purposes water-proof, si\nthat it could suffer no damage in ship\nmeat, even though carelessly handled\nand exposed to tiie weather. Tho bulk\nef tbe flour is mueh reduced, and a barrel of ordinary flour pressed into bricks\n\u00E2\u0080\u00A2oald be packed in a square case about\nthe size of a soup-box.\nBefore using tho flour, it is, of\ntourse necessary to reduce it to powder, and this is done by first breaking\nap tbe bricks between cogs and then\nTanning the plows between rollers\nSmall homo grinders, made on the\nprinciple of a coffee-mill, will undoubtedly appear on the market if tiie brick\nfour becomes popular with housewives.\n--\"DODD'S\nKIDNEY\n'/. PILLSy\nLGHT S 0*?a\"Z ..\nIndian natives\nsitting in a row on\nthe platform of a stutiou after\nthe train had left, aud being asked the\nreason, one of tho men replied: \"Oh,\nsahib, we are waiting till tlic tickets are\ncheaper.\"\nrtlK very young traveling salesman\nwas registering at the village\nhotel. \"1 want a room with running water in it,\" he remarked, \"Bun*\nnin water!\" cackled the landlord;\n\"what do you want to tlo, mister\u00E2\u0080\u0094practice indoor trout fishin'?\"\nA STREET singer was singing in\nfront of a Sixth Avenue department store when the manager\ncame out and asked how much ho made.\n\"About 10 cents a block.\" replied tho\nsinger, \" Well,\" said the manager,\n\"here's a dollar; move up ten blocks.\"\nA TTORNEY-OEN'ERAL\n30 RHEUMATISM\n. n \t\na lon\u00E2\u0080\u0094finpa Iamoomb,\nnmvrwrliwi \"lly wife Iin*\nni.iid uliharupttnw ltn.i>\nr li yeara\u00E2\u0080\u0094DO it,-* iluy nr\nuv tried mom ewry known\ni\u00E2\u0080\u009Er tim troublo\u00E2\u0080\u0094notlilnif\n'\u00E2\u0096\u00A0\u00E2\u0096\u00A0 t. n.rmmr>'n-tifC.(Hii.-)ii!li\n' /M1SOKI.INK, JK.\nwtt wv nru.'\nme niMr uu in.\nH.tu nud life\ntaav.nu it thy\nfithiuiowu**\n\u00E2\u0096\u00A0 l.i'M ii.'.. fi.l\niiwnk IFIhm.\na r. mm. p D\nIt \u00E2\u0080\u00A2\n, til\n;\u00C2\u00BB:-l N\nIII\n\u00C2\u00ABmba\nr box, from The Catarrhozone Co*,\nKingston, Ont.\nby boing moved bnck and forth by machinery, under a firmly fixed chisel\nThon it is polished, much as marble aai\ngranite arc, by menus of a rapidly revolving disk of east iron called a ribbing -bed, which is kept covered with ft\nsprinkling of fine saud continually saturated with wator. The slate is bored\nby means of diamond-pointed drills,\nSlate land was once so little valued\nthat the tract upon which the fan^ow\nchapman quarry is situated waB sold\nfor a pint of liquor. Its subsequent\nowners have takon millions of dollar*\nfrom it.\nw/m\n\40l\n' CALIBER\nMODEL 19IO v\nSelf-Loading Rifle\nIt Strikes\nABlowof 2038 lbs.\nThis new Winchester\nshoots a heavier bullet\nand hits a harder blow\nthan any other recoil\noperated rifle made. It\nis more powerful than\nthe .30 Army, of big-\ngame hunting fame. The\nloading and firing of this\nI rifle are controlled by\nthe trigger finger. It\n..HITS UIE THE BUiHEl\nStmt tnr Ultstrtlii circular M*r\niiteriUnt thii an rt/to wkM*\nhat itrmtth and pawtr mi...\nVI1ICHESTEI lETBUBB\nAMIS CO.\n. New Una, Cm*. 8.1 i.\nUnless you treat your ailments in the right way, you can't\nexpect to cure them. We'll buy a 50-cent bottle of\nPsychine (pronounced Si-keen) from your druggist and give it to you free to show you\nhow effective is the right way.\nThe Pill That Brings Belief,\u00E2\u0080\u0094Wlien,\ndftor ouo huu pnrtaken of \u00C2\u00BB meul, he in\noppressed by feelings of fulness and\npains In thp stomneb, ho .ullYrs from\ndyspopsln, whi.'h will p.'rHiMt if it bo\nnot. dealt with. Parmelee's Vegetable\nPiiln aro tho'vory best medicine that *un\niio tdknn to bring rollef, ThoHO pills\n:iro spooitilly eomponndod to deal with\ndyspepsia, and thoir sterling qnalitios\nin this respeet can bo vouched fur by\nlegions of users.\nIt's not io long age that the doctors\nMed * man to make blm strong.\n\"Stuff a cold and starve a lever\" la\nmiles beblad our today's knowledge\nof curative science, yet our fathers\nbad It preached to tbem time and\nagain\nYou may aot know It, but to-day\nthere ara Just' aa Ineffective methods\nif euro bolng preaebed and practised\nAll because moat peopla lo aot kaow\ntbo real causa of disease.\nTbere aro two kinds of eorpueclei la\n(be blood\u00E2\u0080\u0094red and white.\nTbe red corpuscle* contain nutrition,\nthe white destroy disease germs.\nIf for any cause the white corpuscles\nbecome depleted and ara not sufficiently\nstrong to destroy the germs of dlaeaae,\ntbeu disease controls the body.\nThat's tbe causa of dlaeaae.\n# \u00C2\u00AB #\nTears ago certain berhs wero found\nto cure disease.\nThey didn't know how or wby tn\nthose days, they do to-day.\nAnd it's because these herbs build up\nthe white corpuscles.\nThese herbs arr contained In Psy-\nclni'i\u00E2\u0080\u0094they're reniHinslble for the great\nresults obtained tioiu Hsychlne a third\n\u00E2\u0096\u00A0 r a century ugo.\nThey're responsible tor the hundreds\nof thousands that Psychine haa cured\nalnce tbat llm*.\nIt* because ot these berbe tbat we\nhave received bundreda of thousands\nof testimonials attesting to wonderful\ncure* that Psychine baa made.\nAnd It'a because of thee* very Mme\nherbs tbat w* wlll buy within tb*\nneat twelve months hundreds of thousands of 60-cent bottles of Psychine\nand give tbem away free to whomao-\never sends us tbe coupon la thle aa-\nnouaeement\nNow If you wish to relieve or pro-\nvent any of tbo disorders la tbls list\nstad 1a tbat coupon:\nI* Orlop* Bronchial Coughs\nRraiohltla Weak Longs\nHemorrha**, Week Voice\n\u00E2\u0096\u00A0are Throat Spring Weakness\nAnaemia Cany Decline\nCatarrhal Alhcttona\nCatarrh of Stomach\nNight Sweats\nOhstlnateCooihs\nLaryngitis and\n___________ IJyspepuJa\nAftereffect* of Pleurisy, Pneumonia and\nbe-Orlppe.\nNow, we don't ask you to take our\nword for the tremendously heneflelnl\neffect of Phychlne. Fill out the coupon below, mall It to us and we'll give\nyour druggist an order (tor whleh we\npay hint the tegular retail price) for a\nM-ccnt bottle of Psyehinr to be given\nyou free of vital.\nWe wlll undoubtedly buy aid diet**\nbute In thla manner, hundroda of thousands of these 60-cent bottles ot Pa\u00C2\u00BB*\ncblne.\nAnd wa do tbat to abow oar aatlr*\nconfidence ll tbi* wanderlul preparation.\nA confldeace that bas beea baaed on\nour 30 yeara' esperlenca wltb thl*\nsplendid preparation, wltb a full knowledge of tbe hundreda of thousands of\ncurat It baa mad*.\nIndigestion\nPoor Appetite\nCMlls and Fevers\nSleeplessness and\nNervous Troubles\nCOUPON No. 95\nTo iht Dr. T. A. SLOCUM UA\n1*3-195 SptdJn* Ave., Torant*\n1 Mttpt yonr ofltar to try s Me. bottlo\nof Pirohlno (prononneed St-kenn) M\nyour tisponM. 1 ban not hud \u00E2\u0080\u00A2 ail.\nt*--'n of ltyehlna uoder thU plm,\nKi llr odvtM mf drunlit to Ai&Ttf\nthin t>0U)\u00C2\u00AB W BO. 4*\nMr Num ~_\nTown mm,\nRtroetaod Nmnbtr \t\nMr DruflftBt'n X*iu\u00C2\u00AB \u00E2\u0080\u00A2*\u00E2\u0080\u00A2\u00E2\u0080\u00A2*.\nHtreet and NomW\t\nThin coupon In not irood for a 50a bottle\nof lyrchlne if prrMenttd to the drtitfKli*\n\u00E2\u0080\u0094It iiniHt. be aent un\u00E2\u0080\u0094we will tben bar\nthe AOo. bottle of Fnytililne from yonr\nririifnfUt and iHwrt hltn to deliver It to\n>oil I'IiIm firtVr mny be wlthiliHwa at\ntint' time without notice. Send coupon\ntu tiny.\n'. ai maniiwMKi \u00E2\u0096\u00A0\n\u00E2\u0096\u00A0 .,-...,' THE ISLANDER. CUMBERLAND. B.C.\nCt\nVEfe guarantee tha\nperfect quality and\nthe tobaccos used in\nthe manufacture of\nSweetCaporal\nCigarettes.\nmy heart whea I heard David's cheery\n.oico shouting words of encouragement\n.ih he flourished aloft a big sheath knife\nuid breasted tho short waves of tht\noauk, on his way to the swash beyond,\n\u00E2\u0080\u00A2Uold uui, Bossl\" he yelled, bet week\ngasps. \"Try for turn uui, Alarse Cecil.\nJab big spotted dubill lie shore done\ngot you dia time I I'm comin' all 1\n\u00E2\u0080\u00A2uui ' These words came to me across\ni vast field of whirling whito foam ana\norokun wator, but ohl tho musie of it\naUI\nStill I tugged and fought\u00E2\u0080\u0094now\nWrangling, now gasping, as euch giant\nwave would delugo mu on its way to\n\u00E2\u0096\u00A0 ho Uinta.it beach. A minuto more, and\ni see David's black hands grasping the\n.tout cord aud feel his big shoulder ab\nit jostles against mine iu a frantic ef\ni'ort to stay the outward rush of the\nnow thoroughly frightened fish,\nheads shoreward onee more and I air\nmlling him in through a big wave\nA*hen up goes his tail and down goet\niis hoad. There is a whirl of whit*\nvater and a great volume of spraj\nhoots skyward. The whole sea seeim\niill ef sharks, so quick is he in lm\niioveiuenta. lie must have struck\nhe sand in his downward plunge am\nIiu.1' become frightened iuto a renewed\n'(Tort to escape. Back to sea he goei\nCatching a Tiger Shark on the South\nCarolina Coast\nH\nK was called Spotted Jack, from l annoying erabi and amall tlsh. Anothei\nthe numerous splotches of dark, hour passed, and still our lines rodi\ncolor thai adorned hm hug\nfrom head tn tail. 11 fa size, too, hud\nincreased from the moderate length of\nsixteen feet to that of forty, as yam\nafter yarn wuuld be upun by tho excited\nfishermen concerning the depredatious\nCommitted by bis lordship among thb\nAshing tackle ou the reef and also\namong the set Hues put for his capture.\n1 saw him ouce, while fishing for red\nbans on the shallows. It was only a\nglimpse of two bilge fins protruding\n\u00E2\u0080\u00A2(tine two feet out of the water and the\n{nn poller like motion of the big tail as\nt worked\u00E2\u0080\u0094forcing tbe long, dark body\n\u00E2\u0080\u00A2wii'ily across the treacherous ahouls\ninto tlic deep and safer waters of the\neha inula.\nThere was no denying it. He was a\nnuisance and a menace to the fishing\ninterest;* of tho seusou, and, unless\naome means were adopted to rid the\nbeach of hia presence, our favorite pan-\ntime would be at an end, for this summer at least. Several attempts had\nbeen made to catch him\u00E2\u0080\u0094big set lines\nbeing used, baited with full-grown mullets. Hut the tbhermen never seemed\nto consider his great size and strength,\nor the rigs put out may have been old\nand rotten. Bome reason was always\nadvanced by way of explanation by\nthose whose repeated attempts bad always resulted in complete failure, and\n\u00E2\u0096\u00A0tilt ht lived and spread havoc along\ntoe fishing grounds. lie invariably\nCame oil* victorious\u00E2\u0080\u0094each time leaving\nthree or four expensive rigs smashed\nAt the end of the fight. It was useless\nto attempt to land him with the ordinary line. Something stronger must be\nUBed\u00E2\u0080\u0094a Btrong (juarter-inch line and\ntwo hundred feet En length, steel hooks,\ntoo, with chain leaders to match. Tins\nwould be my outfit. And I lost no time\nin getting it up. Big lines tbey were\nand beauties, but I needed just such\na rig. Fourteen or perhaps fifteen feet\nfa) length, ho would prove an ugly cus\ntotner, even with tho aid of steel and\nhemp, backed by tbree strong men and\na big slake or log conveniently near at\nhand, to take a turn around when the\n\u00E2\u0080\u00A2train proved too great.\nThus I figured out tho cost of battle,\n\u00E2\u0096\u00A0as wo went into camp that night. It\nwas late\u00E2\u0080\u0094too late on tbe tide to put\nOut the big lines then. Ho we content-\n\u00E2\u0080\u00A2d ourselves, my man and I, with dis-\nenssing our plans for the following\nday, while wo carefully examined our\nfishing gear.\nI'he streaks of early dawn found us\nOp and on the move. Assigning to\nDave the tn\u00C2\u00BBk of putting out and staking the big lines, 1 pushed on to the\n\u00E2\u0080\u00A2lnugli that separated the fishing\ngrounds from the main beach, and,\ncrossing waist deep, found myself on\nthe big reef known as Southest Break\nor\u00E2\u0080\u0094a long, low sand b!\nfar out to sea aud which was covered\non\ntht. endless white fringe of pounding\nstraight out in front of us. This was\ndiscouraging. As for mo, my legs gave\nout and 1 was tired aud disgusted witb\nlhe monotonous routine of throwing\nout and winding up again, without a\nsingle bite to encourage me. Where the\ntish had gone to I knew not.\nHowever, the water ou the bar was\nnot yet doop enough for bass, aud, after\nall, we bad tbe whole day ahead of us\nand the best of the tide to fish out. So,\nwith these cheering reflections, I retreated to higher ground, and, beiug\nsomewhat exhausted, sat ou my box\nand dozed\u00E2\u0080\u0094lulled by tho soothing sound\nof rippling water that unceasingly\nswept iu and as unceasingly retreated,\ncarrying with tt the annoying little\nminnows that viciously nibbled at my\nwhito toes as they lay half-submerged\nin the soft sand and shallow water of\nthe reef. Fifty yards away, like a\nstatue cut out of ebony, stood Dave,\nmy faithful friend and servant, with\ndrooping head and closed eyelids\u00E2\u0080\u0094himself a victim to the seductive inllueuce\nof the hour aud the narcotic effects of\nthe salt sea air.\nAway out, somewhere in the mysterious depths of that great heaving mass\nof waters, lay our lines. Armed with\nsix big Bteel hooks, each baited with a\nmullet and anchored with greut sinkers\nof some two pounds each, and se constructed as to withstand tho undertow\nand thus keep the rig in position. Fearing that I might lose tny line by having\nit jerked out of my hand during one of\nmy cat naps, I made a noose, through\nwhich 1 inserted my baud; then, tight,\neuiug it somewhat around my wrist, I\nonce moro gave way to the drowsiness\nthat for tbe last two hours bad taken\ncomplete possession of me. Turning up\nthe collar of my coat to protect my\nneck and throat, I endeavored to keep!\nawake awhile\u00E2\u0080\u0094heartily wishing myself\nensconced amongst thc blankets of my\ntent, nestling snugly amid the distant\nsnnd dunes of the Point. The crash\nand roar of the breakers grew fainter\nand more remote. My senses grew confused, and soon I was dozing soundly\n\u00E2\u0080\u0094only to be ruthlessly awakened by a\njerk that almost dislocated tny arm.\nThe noxt moment I found myself pulled from my seat into the shallow water\nand being rapidly towed to sea at a\nrate tbat almost took away my breath.\nAt first 1 attempted to make a stand\u00E2\u0080\u0094\ndigging my toes into the sand and bracing for dear life. But I might just as\nwell have pitted my puny strength\nagainst that of a tugboat us to attempt\nto turn the big fish at the end of my\nline.\nIt did not take me a second to realize\nwhat had happened. I had hooked\nmany n shark, clam-cracker aud other\n._ . ,iV',n' heavy and hard-pulling fish frequenting\nthat reached ^ e0Mt.Hn0) ,\u00E2\u0080\u009E\u00E2\u0080\u009E* nothing1 whos\"\n,lv by the highest tides. Gazing at \u00E2\u0096\u00A0*\"\"\u00C2\u00AB** *mh\ M>i;\u00E2\u0084\u00A2cb that of thi.\n/endless whTte fringe of pounding r*2 \"' ?mi,Nlfir that *as >.urely ami\nbreakers. I selected the calmest spot, \u00C2\u00BB\u00C2\u00AB ^ ukng me out beyond my depth\nan.l. whirling my heaw sinker throe; *,l!,rk 'r *\u00C2\u00ABvU \u00E2\u0096\u00A0\u00E2\u0096\u00A0M\u00C2\u00ABf tho strength of the harness. Stop\nwo must\u00E2\u0080\u0094and stop we did. Stretch\nitreteb, stretch! while we hung on ami\nlug our toes into the soft sand of thc\n\u00E2\u0096\u00A0lottom. Would ho never stop? Minutes-\nseemed like hours. I could not stand\nit much longer, and still the line\nstretched and grew taut ns a tiarpstring.\nOur feet fairly plough the bottom, ah\nwe aro ruthlessly dragged seaward. Now\nve come in contact with Bome huge\n\u00E2\u0080\u00A2lippery obstnele, deeply imbedded in\nhe ever-changing quicksand of the\nInc. To this 1 cling witb a deathlike\ngrip and call upon Dave to do the same.\nV quick turn around one of its projections and tbe job is complete.\n\"Dut stop um!\" cries Davo, between\n,'asps, as the mammoth shark swings\nddo on and makes a mighty dive\u00E2\u0080\u0094to\n\u00E2\u0096\u00A0onn vault high above the horizon lii:\nUp! up! into the blue air he files. Tht.,\ntown again into his native element,\nimidst a cloud of feathery spray, he\nsinks from sight. Ouce moro we start\nlandward, across the vast expanse of\n.eething water\u00E2\u0080\u0094waist-deep and pitting forth the best we bave in us.\ntaking in the slack as we hustled;\nigaiu getting miserably entangled in\nhe heavy line that wound itself around\nmr feet; staggering against oach other\ni n our mad haste, and all the time\nfearful of seeing two big fins and gog\ngie eyes pop up again from the tumping foam around us. Now wo've oul;\ni few \u00E2\u0096\u00A0\u00C2\u00BB\u00E2\u0096\u00A0\"'\u00E2\u0096\u00A0\u00E2\u0080\u00A2- -*\u00E2\u0096\u00A0\u00E2\u0080\u0094 \" ~\nneighbor happens to bo within fighting\nlistauco.\nHowever, It must not be supposed\nhat all insect conflicts are started in\n.his way. Battles which start through\nho bongs of insects aro always confine.\no one species, for there would be no\nlexual rivalry, for instance, between a\n\u00E2\u0096\u00A0pidor and a grasshopper.\nSo far, from personal oh\u00C2\u00ABer\ut\nHavo found that the grasshoppoi\n_y far tltr most irritable elntu of i\nSo far, from personal ob\u00C2\u00ABer\ation, i\n \u00C2\u00BB. *.,...- ua infects\nimong themselves. Thoy seem to enjoy\n\u00E2\u0096\u00A0ghtii;g better thnn eating, and ire\n[ueutly fight until each has lost one or\nnore limbs, and sometimes until one\nsucceeds in killing tbe other. So great\ns their interest in these deadly buttles\nhat they will allow themselves to be\n\u00E2\u0096\u00A0ivkijil up and carried about, continu\n;i'g the conflict\nnost unconcerned\nin ony's hand in the\nwov unconcerned manner imaginable,\nTho katydids constitute the less quarrelsome members of the grasshopper\n'amily. Their fights ara far and few\nbetween, but extremely violent when\nnice \u00E2\u0096\u00A0^\u00E2\u0096\u00A0\"\u00E2\u0096\u00A0\u00E2\u0099\u00A6\u00E2\u0096\u00A0\", f \u00E2\u0080\u0094'\n. .-...ill. WIII'll\nce started. I remember vividly a\nttie between two of the*\u00C2\u00AB in\u00E2\u0080\u0094*-\nvhich I witnessed aeVi\nthese insects\nvera] years ago. It\n j.atB ngo. Ji\nlappened closo to tne edge of n small\npatch of woodland whet \t\n^^^^^-m^m~m- \u00E2\u0080\u009E,p8 |0ft stand\ni few yards; then the deep swash. Ugh!\nhat deep water! What might not be\nvaitiug therein for usf Where was the\nshark*\nAhl a jerk answers the question. Tho\nline again runs out. Feebly this time\u00E2\u0080\u0094\ngiving us no trouble to check it. Yes;\nthere he is, slowly swimming in\u00E2\u0080\u0094worn\nnit or drowned, as the fishermen style\nt. Now, for the flrst time, we note his\nhuge proportions, as he shoals iu three\nteet of good green wuter and rolls sluggishly about in the shallow sweep of\nhe surf Una, How the water flies, as\nhe raises his big tail aud brings it down\nigain.\n\"Walt on de tide, Boss. We can't\nuove um, sah,\" pants Dave, as he sits\nit rest, while little rills of perspiration\ni hase each other down his ebony cheeks\nind fall into the shallow sweep of sea\n\u00E2\u0096\u00A0round his feet. As for me, I am harmless. The reaction has set in, and I am\n.lad to drop fiat on the hard wand beach\nind gasp for the breath that was so\nbadly needed in my exhausted lungs.\nlhe question now arises, How to despatch him! We dare not approach\nihe fish; he is cross and still very much\nilive, and I would uot venture within\n.on feet uf him, shoaled as he is, for all\n:he money in the couutry. Ever and\nigain he makes feeble efforts to turu\n.(\u00E2\u0096\u00A0award, but his day has come aud we\ni re masters of the situation. Dave\nproposes going to camp for tbe Winchester. A wise suggestion, to which I\nend ily agree, aud atter a few minute?\nlie is back again and anxious to shoot\nthe big fish, fur bo is fearful of its\ngetting away and equally desirous of\ngetting the liver to use as a charm\nigainst evil spirits. So, taking a careful aim, he sends a bullet ploughing\nlirough the big bead uud another iuto\nihe body. A few convulsive shivers,\nind thrashings uf tbe huge tail, attest\nDave's true eye and steady hund. I\nuuw decide to leave the carcass where\nit is until the receding tide should\nleave it high and dry. Then, after\n-t. freshing the inner man at camp, we\n\u00E2\u0080\u00A2\" *o return and measure our prize\natch of woodland where several trees\nad been cut and the stumps left standing from two to three feet nbove the\nground, To the top of ono of these\n\u00E2\u0096\u00A0tumps a large katydid and bis mate\nhad crawled, perhaps to enjoy their\nhoneymoon. As I stopped to watch thoir\nictions for a minute, a third katydid,\nteeing the happy couplo, and feeling\n.mt.'whut jealous, shrieked an insult to\nihem from a nearby stump. The offend-\nid insect nover tittered a sound, but,\nleaving his mate, flew directly to the\ndher stump, where a fierce conflict ensued, ending only when the insulting\nnte hnd been torn to pieees by bis more\nPowerful rival, much to the satisfaction\niif the female katydid.\nTbe most furious of all insect battles\ntake place between colonics of the\nnound-building ant. Their huge nests\nare situated close to the edges of shaded\nwood paths, sometimes near together\n\u00E2\u0096\u00A0i nd at other times not within several\nhundred feet of one another. Here the\nsame colonies will live, year after\ntit peace or at war with\nyear,\n- ...I. one another,\nuntil nature's own forces wipe them\nout of existence. Picture to yourself\ntwo of these cities equal in size and\npopulation, and situated about one hun-\nIred paces from each other; observe\nIheir countless numbers, equal to the\npopulation of two capitals. Tbs whole\nspace that separates tbem, of twenty-\nfour inches, appears alive with prodigious crowds of their inhabitants. The\nfollowing account was givon by M.\nH uber of a battle which he witnessed\na great many years ago:\nThe armies meet midway between\ntbeir respective habitations, and there\njoin battle. Thousands of champions,\nmounted on more elevated spots,\nengage in single combat, aud seize oue\nanother with tbeir powerful jaws; a\nstill greater number are engaged on\nboth sides in taking prisoners, which\nmake vain efforts to escape, as if\nconscious of tbe cruel fnto which awaits\nthem when arrived at tbe hostile\nformicary. The spot where the battle\nmost rages is about tbree feet in dimensions; a penetrating odor exhales\nou all sides, and numhcrB of ants are\nhere lying dead covered with venom,\nwhile others, composing groups and\nchains, are locked together by their legr\nor paws, and drag one another alter\nnately in opposite directions. Tbese\ngroups are formed gradually. At first\na pair of combatants seize each other,\nand, rearing upon their hind legs, mutually spurt their acid; then, closing,\nthey fall aud wrestle in the dust. Again\nrecovering thoir foet, each endeavors to\ndrag off his antagonist. If their\nstrength be equal, they remain imraov\nable until a third gives one tbe advan\ntage, tioth, however, nre often sue\ncored at the same time, nud the battle\nstill continues undecided; others take\npart on each side, till chains are formed\nof six, eight or sometimes ten, all\nBLOOD POISONING FROM\nCUT FINGER\nSerlona Condition Believed by Zam-Buk\nMr. Jas. Davey, 786 Elliee Avenue.\n\Vinulpeg, says: \"A few mouths since I\nwas cured of a poisoned finger through\nthe timely uso of Zam Huk. 1 cut a\ndeep gash across tbe knckkle uf the\nright hand, in opening a lobster can\none evening, J suffered at tho time with\ntbe soreness und puiu .byt had uo idea\nit would become a serious wound. However, in about two daya I was greatly\nalarmed, us my wbole bund nnd arm to\nlie elbow became inflamed, aud the finger was mueh discolored, showing signa\njf blood-poisoning. The pain was dread-\nPul, and I was forced to leave off my\nwork and go homo.\n\"The wound ou thu knuckle hnd beea\npoisoned through tho dust and dirt\nabout tbo furnaces and boilers, I then\ndecided to start the Zam Buk treatment\nand, having first bather the cut, I applied tho healing balm. It soothed tha\npain almost immediately, and the uext\nlay there wns a great improvement, la\n\n!\u00E2\u0096\u00A0\u00C2\u00AB:\u00E2\u0096\u00A0\nr\nThe Big Store\nV. \n1(119\n1Of 0\n1741.\n178\n18(11\n186\nI sec,\n1888\n100(3\n20S\nMaekie. John\nMills, Bobeit\nMcBride, Robert Albeit\nMcCaw, George\nMcDonald, Daniel\nMcGuire, Jnmes\nMcLean, Arthur S.\nMcNiven, John\nPalmer, John Thomas Edward\nPidcoolc, Willinni E.\nPollock, John ii.\nI'npham Home C. V.\nIieiii, Samuel\nRogers, John\nHomo, Ole\nSlater, William\nSmith, urorge C,\nSollan, Mioheal\nSutton, /lll.ert\nSultun, Frederick Jumps\nI'eed, Harlan\n.Vehstiir, Kobert. Dunn\nWilliams, Gwilyn P.\nNew England Hotel, Cumberland\nLot 168, Mlnto, Comox\nSection 18, Comox\nHeriot Buy\nCumberland\nComos\nLot 12, Vulttes Island\nLnt 179, Comox\nUnion Hay\nComox\nMud Dny, Comox\n; Sandwick\nI Snnd wh k\nLot I GO, Comox\nLot 88, See. 01, Courtenay\nLot li, Nelsnn District\nCumberland\nLot 8\", Comox\nAllrn .Ivenue. Cumberland\nUnion Hotel Union\nLot 163, Comox\nSandwick\nCumberland\nCumberland\nI Heriot Buy\nDenman Island\nLot KiJ, Comox\nComox\nSection 6, Nelsnn .District\nComox\nCumberland\nCape Lnzo\nUnion //nte], Union\n//eriot Bay\nCumberland\nMain Street, Union\nComox\nOnion\nCortez Island\nCourtenay\nComox\nGrant it Co. Farm, Comox\nUnion Bay\nMnrvport avenue, Cumberland\nCumberltnd\nCumberland\nCumlierlaiid\nQtiathisaka Cove\nCourtenay\nLot 208, Comox\n//ornby Island\nUnion //otel, Union\nRead Island\nSurge Nnrrows\nlot 202, Comox\n//ornliy Island\n//ornby island\n//ornby Island\nSandwick\nCumberland\n//urnby Mull rl\niftsai\n8g\nll\na\nif-'i)\n.,>V)\niV-\". si\nP. O. Box 100\nPhone 10\nCUMBERLAND\nDEPARTMENTAL\nST0!>E3 J\nLate J. N. McLeod\nt.xt.\n'HIS Store will be extended and several new\ndepartments added, and will shortly reopen with a large and complete stoc* of everything\nappertaing to a general business, and will be run\non the lines of\nII [Gil GRADE GOODS\nAT POPULAR PRICES\nSag\nvs2f*\np_m\nm\ntop\ntgyfij\nm\nm\n?&>\nft**\u00C2\u00AE\nKara\nW\n_&Ma\n(Up\nWAVERLY HOTEL\nFRANK DALLOS, Prop.\nGood Meals Comfortable Rooms\nFragrant Cigars Choice Liquors\nCourteous Treatment.\nThe following persons arc reported de\n:d:\nMOI\nNAME\n17\n.III\u00E2\u0084\u00A2, Wilfred C.\n74\nBaker, Charles N.\n118\nBellamnre, fssadore\n1516 l'eteb, Tl s Chambers\n1900\nWallace, .(nines\nPLACE\nEJol'SWJ Sue. 34, Crier. Islnnd\nLund\nSec. 20, Salmon River\nElk Bay\nShushartie Bnv\nTO RENT.\u00E2\u0080\u0094Nice quiet rooms, Apply to Mrs. C. A. Walker, Cumberland, 90-3\nE. W. BICKLE\nNotary Public Conveyancer\nIleal Estate and Insurance, Fire,\nLife, Accident, Plate Glass,\nand Automobile.\nHOUSES iOR SALE\nAccounts Collected\nSee BICKLE for all kinds of Insurance.\nUD\n(Late Mennie & Potter)\nHorse-Shoeing and\nGeneral Blacksmith\nWheel-wright, Repair Shop and\nRubber Tire Setting.\nTHIRD ST. Cumberland\n5 and 10 ACRE BLOCKS\nof good lend, mostly alder, less limn\n(,ne-imlf mile Iiimh new mine, No. 8.\n$100 mi mn'; onh-third cash, 0 and\n12 months, A|>)>ly\nF. R. F. BISCOE\nAgent, olliee next Royal Bunk,\nCOURTENAY, B, C\nDunsmuir Ave.\nCumberland\nCapital $6,200,000\nReserve $7,000,000\nTHE ROYAL BANK\n\u00C2\u00A9F CANADA\nDrafts Issued In any currency, payable all over the world\nSPECIAL. ATTENTION paid to SAVINOS ACCOUNTS, and Inter\nhighest current rate* allowed on deposits of $1 and upwards\nCUMBERLAND, B.C., Branch- - - OPEN DAM '\nUNION WHARF, B.C., Sub Braneli-OPEN THURSDAV*\nD. M. Morrison, Manager\nCOURTENAY, B.C. BRANCH OPEN DAILY\nWm. H. Hoff, Manager.\nLAWRENCES WRIGHT\nCement Blocks, Concrete\nChimney Blocks a Specialty, Samples can been\natMcKean & Biscoe store,\nCourtenay.\nFor Estimates and particulars\nwrite\nJ. Lawrence,\nCOMOX, B.C.\nFOH SALE\u00E2\u0080\u00943J miles from 'Cum-\nberland, 20 acres nf extra good land,\ngood for either fruit or vegetal ilea.\nWill sell either whole or divide in 10\nacre blocks, 16 acres olenred, Apply\nN.HARVEY. Happy Vnlley.\nSynopsis of Coal Mining Regulations\nCOAL mining tights of the Dominion\nin Multiloba, Saskatchewan and Alberta,\niheYukcnTuriiiory theN- rth weit Terri\ntorie\" nnd in a p- rtimi * f ilw Province of\nBritish 0' imiibia, may be leaned for a term\ni if i wrni y -ni. e yearn ai mi ami nal rental >d\n81 an acre. Nit more than 2.&00 acres\n.Mil bn leaned tn ono Applicant.\nApplication for a lease urns' bu made by\nthe applicant iu person in tne Agent or sub\nVgetitof the district io which the righU\napplied fur are situated.\nIn surveyed territory ttie land muat ho\ndescribed by sectinns,orlegalsubdivinons\nuf seotions, and iu unsuiveyed ienit(\u00C2\u00BBry\ntho tract applied for shall be staked cut by\ntheapu ic'tu liiinaelf.\nEach appboatiun timnt be icenmpanied\nbj afr-e \u00E2\u0080\u00A2 f .*\"\"> which will be refunded if the\nlights npplied for are not available, but imt\notherwise A royalty shnll be paid on tin\nnerohHUtableou'piit of ibe mine at the\nrate < f live Celltfl pot t n.\nTiie person operating the mine shall\nfurnish the Ag< nt wiih sworn returns ac-\noun'ing for tlu full quantity of me roll\nairablecoslmined and pty the royalty\nihen on. If tbe coal iiiminif rights are\ntint beins oparatPtl SUCli ret inns shall he\nruruished at least mice a year.\nThe leaieaill Inouide i'e e. al minin.\nrights only, but the I sheenmy b\u00C2\u00BB permit\nted to purchase whatever availab'e aur\nface rights may be considered necessary\nt'or the w rkiiu(nf the mineac the rate of\nglOOOanacie\nFor full information application should\nlie made tti the Secretaiy of the Depart*\n\u00E2\u0096\u00A0iieiii t\u00C2\u00BBf the Inlet ior, Ottawa, or to any\nAgent urSub Ay- nt \u00E2\u0080\u00A2 f I) iininion Lauds.\nw w. coity,\nDeputy Minister of the Interior,\nN.U- UnauthoiiK il publication of this\nadvettihHiueut will not be paid for.\nFOUND-On beach, mw-hottj keel 15\net; beam 5 feet; built hy Turner, Van\nennver. Apply\nJ..I BANiNEUMAN, Com-x. B C\nPUP.LIC NOTICE\nNotice iS hereby pven thnt the\nCity Pound By-law will in future be\nenforced. Milch cows only, are allow-\nd lo run at large from seven in the\ntorning until eight in ihe afternoon\nf eacll day. By order of City Council,\nA. McKinnon, City Clerk,\nCity Hall, April ftlh, 191a\nMAIL CONTRACT\nSEALED TENDERS addressed to\nthe Postmaster Qenertd. will be received at Ottawa until noon on Friday,\nthe 31st day of May, for the conveyance of His Majesty's Mails, on a proposed contract for four yeurs, at the\nfrequency dcacsibed in tho notices issued, between CUMBERLAND\nPOST OFFICE and RWY. STAT-\nTON of the CANADIAN COLLKK-\n[ES CO. LTD., from the 1st July\nnext.\nPrinted notices conaaining further\ninformation as to conditions of proposed Cuntract may bepeen and blank\nforms obtained at the Post Otlice of\nCUMI1ERLAND and at the otlice of\nthe undersigned.\nPo$t Office hiapetitor'a Office*\nVictoria, H. C, IM April, 1912*\nE 11. I'l.hTCIlKR,\nP. O. Inspector.\nPUBLIC NOTICE\t\nNotice is hereby given tlmt all direct\nconnections of Hush closets with the\neity sewers is strictly forbidden. Any\nperson or persons using Hush closets\nmust provide septic tanks, the overflow\nof which nmy be connected with the\ncity sewers.\nBy order of the City Council,\nA. MeliLYXOX, City (Jterk.\nCity Hall, April Oth, 191$!,\nKOR BALK\u00E2\u0080\u0094Ten pigs, fi weeks old,\nat.00 each, ijpply Albert Mian,\n//ornby Island.\nHATOHTNO EGGS KOR SALE\u00E2\u0080\u00941.\nPurebred Rhode Island Reds,$l BOpr\ndozen. 3, Pure bred Single Comb,\nWhite L-ghorns, #1.00 dozen. All egga\nguaranteed ft rtile, Apply,I Laurence\nComox, B. C.\nFOR SALE-8J miles from Cum-\nberland, 68 acres of good land; 18 acres\nslushed; sehool on tho upper corner\ngood road to place; and would be easily\nsubdivided. 4pply N. HARVEY,\nMialo Distriot, t'or tonus."@en . "Newspapers"@en . "Cumberland (B.C.)"@en . "Cumberland"@en . "Cumberland_Islander_1912-05-04"@en . 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