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III.\nREVELSTOKE, B. 0., MAY 21, 1392.\nNo. 49.\nEducation Office,\nMay 4th, 1892,\nNOTICE is hereby given, thut the\nAnnual Examination of Candidates\nfor Certificates of Qualification to\nteach iu the Public Sohools of the\nProvince Till be held as follows,\noommenoing on Tuesday, July 5th,\nat 9 a.m.:\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\nVictoria\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BDIn Legislative Assembly\nHall.\nKamloops\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BDIn Public School Building.\nEach applicant must forward a\nnotice, thirty days before the examination, stilting the clans and grade of j\ncertificate for which ho will be a candidate, the optional subjects selected,\nand at which of the above-named\nplaces he will attend.\nEvery notice of intention to bo examined must be accompanied witli a\ntestimonial certifying to the moral\ncharacter of the candidate.\nS. i\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD. POPE,\nSuperintendent of Education\nTo Let,\nA 7-R00MKD HOUSE\nWITH\nGood Cellar. Woodshed,\nand large Garden.\nCan be viewed on application ut\nSTAR OFFICE.\nStockholm House\nJOHN STONE, Prof.\nTho Dining-room is furnished with the\nbest tue market affords,\nThc bar is supplied with a choice stock\nof wines, liquors aud cigars, \u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\nQUEEN'S BIRTHDAY.\nHEraSTOKE, B.C.\nThe 24th will bo celebrated at Revelstoko by a\nGrand Gala and Sports,\nCommencing with u\nRIFLE SHOOTING MATCH\nAnd concluding with'\n\"\"niaSA AJDUJ II vJ\nTIME CARD No. i.\nColumbia and Kootenay\nbteam Navigation Co.\nLimited.\nREVELSTOKE, B.C.\nArrow Lahs and Columbia\nSiver Route Steamers.\nStr. Lytton leaves Revelstoko for\nRobson Tuesdays, Tuukssdays and\nSaturdays at 4 a.m., arriving at\nRobson 5 p.m., milking close \"on-\nnecliou with Columbia k Kootenay\nRailway for Nelson\nStr. Columbia leaves Robson daily i\nat 6 a.m. for Trail Creek aud Little\nDalles, arriving at Little Dalles at 0\na.m., making close connection with\nSpokane fulls k ^Northern Railway\nfor Spokane Palls.\nKOOTENAY LAKE AND BONNER'-j\nJfMiRY ROUTE.\nHtr. N ELSON connects with Columbia & Koolouuy Railway ut Nelsou,\naud culls ut all points on Kootenay\nLake.\nF. (J CHRISTIE, J. W. TROUPE,\n\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BDsbcvetary. Manager.\nTHE\nCO LU MIMA HOUSK.\nREVELSTOKE. B.C.\nThe largest and most central Hotel in\nthe oily ; good aooommodation ; everything new ; table well supplied ; bar and\nbilliard room attached ; tire proof safe,\nBROWN k CLARK,\nProprietors,\nFREE 'bUS AT ALL TRAINS\nPRIZES AMOUNTING TO NEAitLY $300!\nCOMMITTEE:\nW, Cow a.**, President.\nH. A. BboWiV.\nMohuan David.\nF. 11. Wells.\nR. VV. Nobthey, Secretary.\nJohn Abbahamsoh.\nJ. Guy Rabbis*,.\nC. 11. Temple.\n\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD. '\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD. I. &Q1EL\nREVELSTOKE,\nF. McCarthy\nPkop.\nFirst-class Temperance House.\nBoakd axd Lodging \u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD5 Peb Week,\nmeals, 25c. ueds 25c.\nThis hotel is situated convenient to the\nstation, is comfortably furnished, and\naffords Iirst class accommodation.\nOCEAN STEAMSHIPS.\nRoyal Mail Line*).\nCHEAPEST k QUICKEST ROUTE\nTO THE ULD COUNTRY.\nSeed Potatoes.\nParties desiring a good marketabk\nPotato should order at once, from F.\nFbaseb, Bos 217, Revelstoke P.O.\nPrico 2 cents por lb.\nW. PELLEW HARVEY,\nAssayer and Analytical Cheini^t,\nGolden, B.C.\nSilver, Gold or Lead, each.,.. \u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD1.50\ndo. oombined 3.0b\nSilver aud Lead 2.50\nSilver and Gold 2.00\nSilvor and Copper 3.50\nSilver, Gold and Copper 1,00\nSilvor, Gold, Lead and Copper 5,50\nOther prices on application.\nCASH WITH SAMPLES.\nCertificates forwarded per\nreturn ul' mail.\nW. J. LAW,\nMerchant Tailor,\n(New C.P.R. Station)\nREVELSTOKE, B.C.\nProposed Sailings from Montreal.\nNUMIDIAN...Allan Line....May llth\nPARISIAN \" May 21st\nOREGON,..Dominion Line,.Ma) l\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BDtu\nSARXlA \" June lst\nLABRADOR \" June 1th\nLAKE SUPERIOR..Beavor,,May llth\nLAKE WINNIPEG \" May ISih\nl-'ruin New York.\nBRITANNIC.. White Star,. .May 18th\nMAJESTIC \" May 25th\nGERMANIC \" June lst\nCabiu $10, U5, \u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD50, iJtiO, $70, -jBO upturns.\nIuteruieJiate. i;25 ; Steerage, $20.\nPassengers ticketed through to all\npoints in Great Britain and Irelaud, and\nnt specially low rates lo all parts of the\nEuropean oontiueut,\nPrepaid passages arranged from all\npoints.\nApply to nearest steamship or railway\nagent; to\nI. T. Brewster,\nAgent, Revelstoke ;\nor to Roman Kisbb, General Passenger\nAgent, Winnipeg.\nPROGRAMME:\nSHOOTING MATCH at Station, 10.30 a.m. Conditions and diatanoes\nto be decided at tho range. Threo prizes, 810, $7 and \u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BDu.\n1.\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD50 yards race for hoys under 8. 1st, $1; 2nd, 50c.; 3rd, 25o.\n2,- 13. 1st, $2; 2nd, 81; 3rd, 50o.\n3,\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD \" for men over 50. lst, $5; 2nd, $3.\n4.\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD100 yards dash, open. 1st, $5; 2nd, $3.\n5.\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD100 yards race for men over 30. lst, $5; 2nd, $3.\n6.-Pipe race, 50 yards, lst, 96; 2nd, 92.\n7.\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BDThree-legged raoe, 50 yards, lst, 96; 2nd, 9i.\n8.-Wheelbarrow raoe, 100 yards, lst, Ui 2nd, 9'2.\n9.- Egg aud spoon raoe, 100 yards. 1st, $3; 2nd, $2.\n10.-Putting the 201b. shot, lst, S3; 2ud, \u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD2.\n11.\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BDPutting the 101b. shot, lst, \u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD3; 2nd, $2.\n12.-Standing long jump, lst 96; 2nd, 92.\n13.\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BDStaudiug long jump (with weights), lst, S3; 2nd, $2.\n11.\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BDRunning long jump, lst, 96; 2nd, 92.\n15.\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BDRunning hop, step and jump. 1st, i*>3; 2nd, $2.\n10,\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BDStaudiug high' jump, lst, S3; 2nd, $2.\n17.\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BDRunning high jump, lst, S3; 2nd, $2,\n18.\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BDVaulting with pole, lst, S3; 2ud, $2.\n19.\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BDThrowing busebull. lst, $5; 2ml, S3.\n20.\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BDThrowing sledge, lst, S3; 2nd, $2.\n21.\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BDTossing cubor. 1st, Si; 2,id, $2.\n22.\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BDOustaole raoe, 100 yards, lst, Ui 2ud, S3; 3rd, $2.\n23,\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BDSack race, 20 yards, lst, Ui 2ud, $3; 3rd, $2.\n21.\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BDClimbing greasy pole. Two cries allowed. Prize, $10.\n25.\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BDTug of war. Teams of 8. Towu vs. Statiou. Prize, keg of beer.\n20.-HORSE RACE. Half mile heats. 1st, $15; 2ud, $10.\n27.-PONY RACE. Half milo heats, lst, $10; 2nd, $5.\nA Ladies' Race will be substituted should there be entries enough.\nbe allowed bevnnd a pocketlull of\nsilver dollars whioh i-a.-h competitor\nsliunl'l contrive to haw on i-ttidi Bide,\nso as to balance himself aud prevent\ntoppling over. The oilier items nu\nthe card do uot require special wen-*\ntion, but we understand some surprise has been manifested at tberu\nbeing no ladies' race, Lest they\nshould be thuught ungallant by this\nomission, the committee desire to\nstate that if three or more entries be\nmudo bv Monday night nine o'clock\nthey will substitute a ladies' race far\none of the events ou the programme.\nTlm horse races will be a great at*,\ntraction, and guod fields are assured.\nAil tho likeliest horses in towu ure\nbeing exercised every evening, uud\nalready one or two have been inaiio\nhot favorites. To facilitate the \u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BDcc-\nretury's work he woul.l ask intending\ncompetitor.- tu make their entries ou\nMonday, Ho can bo seen at the Stab\nollieo up to six o'clock in the evening,\nand ut the Columbia House from\neight to nine Entries can also bo\nmade at any of the hotels up to Monday night. The committee have been\nsuooessful in obtaiuiug the services\nof .Mr. W, M. Brown as starter uud\nMr. J. Kirkup as judge. At half*\npust eight the concluding, aud perhaps the most popular, feature of the\nday's celebration will oommeuce in\nBourne's hall, aud it is hoped that\nnobody will feel like stopping away.\nIt will be the first ball given by the\ntown, and a oordiul invitation is extended to our neighbors ut Golden,\nDouuld, Beaver, the Glacier, Rogers\nPuss, Illecillewaet, Albert Cauyou,\nCliiuwilliam, Griiliu Luke, Sicamous,\nSalmon Arm, Tappen Siding, Shuswap and Kumloops, us it is probably\nthe last dance until next winter.\nThe tickets are $1, to admit ludy and\ngentleman. Reireshueuls at twelve\no'clock. Tickets for the bull may be\nobtained from the secretary at auy\ntime\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD$1 eaoh.\nAnyoue possessing flags or bunting\nwould greatly oblige the committee\nby loauing the same.\nWe shall publish next week a full\naccount of the sports, with the list of\nwinners.\nAt 8 30 there will be a DANCE in Bourne's Hall. Tiokets $1, whioh may\nbe obtained of the Secretary at uny time.\nSix horses are already entered for the raoe.\nHULL B110S\nREVELSTOKE.\nBUTCHERS\nAXD \u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BDVUoJJ-SALl- ANDBKTAIL DEAlaERS IN\nBEEF, 1-OBK, BTC.\nA NQBB!f STOCK OF\nEnglish Worsted**,Scotch and\nIrish Tweeds and Serges\nAT PRICES THAT WILL CATCH\nYOU.\nFIT AND MAKE-UP OUABANTEED.\nKootenav Lake\nSAW MILL,\nG. O. BUCHANAN, PROP.\nLUMBER YARDS AT\nNELSON BALFOUR\nAINt) WORTH KA6LO\nLarge Stocks on hand.\nPreparations ure being made for the\n(licit Building Boom ol 1802.\n M ^^\nBOOTMAKER,\nMAIN STREET, REVELSTOKE.\nMADE TO OKDElt.\nHARNESS LEATHEK\nOF EVEBT DESCBIFT10N\nKEPT IN STOCK.\nREPAIRING WHILE YOU WAIT.\nLuy services ol the Ctiuroh of\nEngland will bo held at the school\"\nhouse to-morrow evening ut 7,DO\nEveryone will bo ;.,.i..c welcome.\nCAUTION.\nEACH PLUG OF THE\nMyrtle Navy\nIS .MARKED\nT. & B.\nIn Bronze Letter'),\nnon: other is gcnuine.\nTHE QUEEN'S BIRTHDAY\nKeeiiiug, it up at Eevelstoke.\nGala Day, Shoutiujr Match,\nand Race Ball.\nRevelstoke will oelebrate the 24th\nou u large scale, as will be seen by\nreference to the advertisement in\nthis issue. At hulf-past ten there is\nto be u shunting match at the rungo\nnear the station. Money prizes are\noffered iu every instance. The sports\nwill be held ou the wide street which\nruns through the old town and\nparallel with the river\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BDotherwise\nMaiu Street, Men wero engaged\nyesterday iu the task of removing\nobstructions, such as loose stones,\nbouldurs, old boots, tin cuns and\nother impedimenta which usually\ngathers ou a village street, uud tilling iu holes, levelling riilges, uud\nremoving such protruding stumps as\nwere overlooked by the early settlers.\nAt one o'clock, or us soon thereafter\nas possible, the fun will oninmoiico,\nthe Iirst two events ou the ourd being\nraces for boys uuder 8 und 13 respectively. In bulb these tho entries\nare free; for euoh of the other evcntH\nthe entrunco fee is 25c A grout deul\nof amusi-meiit is expected from some\nof the races, moro especially the egg\nand spoon, the obstucle, and the pipe\nraces. There may bo some who do\nnot uuderstuuu the modus operandi\nof these things, aud for their benefit\nwo will explain. Iu the first mentioned race each contestant must run\nthe distuuee with u teaspoon held by\nthe huudlu between thu thumb und\nforoiiugor, with an egg iu tho bowl\nol'tuoiyuuu. Foulillg will, of course,\ntake place, but the pecullul'ily of 1 lit)\nthing is lhat the lean the fuli(wjis\nthe moro the eggs, The lirut to\nreach luu tupe wuu tho egg lutuct\nwill be thu winner, 'Tho ubsiuolo\nI'uce will bo ol no usu to lat, meu, nor\nto men who Would get stuck iu the\nucl ul taking a header through a\nboltomless hour barrel, uur yet to\nthe callow yuui-B who would leave u\nvery necussaiy purl ol his uuuiou-\nLuiiabUs iivtuiug in tho broom Ruin\nthe topmost spikes of a picket fence.\nOur worthy constable and deputy-\nsheriff has decided not to compote in\nthis, race, and we hear that Mr. O.\nRedpath has come to a like decision.\nThe committee will now feel compelled to take in a few reefs in tbo\nbarrels and hoist a jib on the maintops \"ob do fenoe.\" A uew wrinkle\niu the art of obstructing is to be\ngiven a trial. The pipe raue is just\nthis: Euoh competitor will start off\nwith a plug of T A* 11 tobacco, a pipe,\na puoket-kuife and three matches.\nAny plug will do, but we understand\nthat T & R is the only kind sold iu\ntlie town. When we say any plug\nwill do, wo do not, of course, mean\na plug hat, nor yet u firo plug belonging to tho Revelstoke Water\nWorks in futuro. Tho committee\nwill undertake to provide the three\nmutches mentioned us u necessury\nadjunct to this race, but ouch competitor must briug his own pipe und\nbuccy. We inuko this explanation\nso as to prevent any Ouul'usiuu ut thu\nuuspiuious moment of dropping the\nflag to a good start, uud also to extinguish any false hopes which muy be\nentertained by any of \"tho boys\" us\nto tho feasibility of \"working the\nracket\" un thu uoniniitteo to tho tune\nof a uew pipe, etc, At the word\n\"go,\" competitors will oommeuce\ncutting their own plug with their\nown knife (borrowing is permissible,\nbut it should bo kept dura,), uud,\nlilling their owu pipes, light up with\nthe committee's matches. Also from\nthe word \"go\" the feet should bo sot\niu motion towurds the goul. The\nIirst to reach that poiut smoking\n(hot) obtains the prize. Tne sack\nrucc is nut a now invention. It was\nquite u pastime with the old caliphs\nof Bagdad uud the sultans uf Turkey,\nwho Used to organise suck races lo\nthu bottom of tho Bosphoruus aud\nother deep*Viatei' resorts us healthy\nrecreation for the iii.ilni, of the li.U'i in\nand superannuated fuvorites. These\nold Spuria curried their lining of the\nguiiio so far ua tu place heavy weights\nm the sack tu enable the suckist tu\nreach tho youl mure expeditiously.\nIu thu present luce uo vicigliU will\n\"Eu Passant's\" letter is in type,\nbut we are compelled to hold it over\nuutil next week on account of press\nof other mutter.\nMessrs. Tom M, Hamilton, J. W.\nThomson and Jus. McDonald, three\nof our citiz'iis who huve been dowu\nrivor iu search of health and wealth,\nthe first named at Hut Springs, the\nsecond at Thotusou's Landing und\nthe thud al Nelsou, arrived up by\nthe Lytton yesterday,\nErom the beginning of its manufacture uutil now uot a single ouuoe\nof auy but pure Virginia leaf of the\nfinest quality has been used in the\n\"Myrtle Navy\" tobacco, The manufacturers of it have a settled belief\nthat the publio cannot be misled on\nthis point, und that any tampering\nwith the quality of the brand would\nbe a monetary loss to them. Thousands of dollars a year saved by\nmixing with au inferior leaf would\nnot repay them for a doubt on tbe\npart of the public as to the quality\nof their tobacco,\nAbout a dozen of the leading men\nof Illecillewaet met on Wednesday\nnight to form a committee for the\npurpose of improving the prospects,\nadvertising, and in every possible\nway furthering the interests of the\ntown, Mr. A. C. MoArthur was\nelected chairman and Mr. E. Watson\nsecretary, All the members of thu\noommittee are men of push and\nenergy, and include Messrs, J. M.\nKellie, M.P.P., aud J. H. Anderson.\nSeveral innovations will be mudo,\nund tho C.P.R. has already shown a\ndisposition to help hy permitting\ntruiua to stop ut Flat Creek with\nmachinery and supplies for the Fish.\nCreek mines.\nThe wuuderful Edison Phonograph\nwus un exhibition ut thu Victoria\nHotel on Monduy, under the diree*.\ntiun of Mr, F. H. Wall, who is u,\nclever manipulator. Seated arouud\nthu table ou which the instrument\nstood, fourteen uf our citizens (thu\nphonogruph's full capacity) chipped\nin a dullar apiece and enjoyed u mis*\noelluneous programme fur ubuut an\nhour, consisting uf sungs uud clog\ndancing by Irish oomediuns, nigger\nsulus with banjo accompanimeui,\nselections by Gilmour'a and other\nlir.-t-clusB bunds, curuet und piccolo\nsolos, and above all was the auction\nsulu by lhe Great Breokeubuugh,\nAmerica's greatest auctioneer, The\ncuunciutiou is very clear, owiug, Wa\nsupiio.se, to tho fact that the performer takes extra care when singing\nor speaking into the receiver. Great\nspice is added to the enjoyment of\nthis entertainment from the fuct thui\nit gives unlimiteu scope lu thu imagination uud permits the listener to lit.\nthe voice heard (deep baas or piping\ntreble) by summoniug before tho\nmind's eye the ideal personality ho\nconceives to be suitable to that voicu.\nAs uu uutui'taiuuieut it is superior to\nthu ordinary music hull, to say\nnothing of tho novelty. Mr. Wall\nleft fur Nelson on Tuesday's bout,\nbut will stop at Revuistoku ou hui\nCulUt'U journey lu tho Coast, BV I.HMIN1I CLARENCE STEDMAK.\n\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BDWhere's lie that died o' Wednesday!\nWhat placo on earth hath ho!\nA tailor's yard benoath, 1 wot.\n\V here worms approaching lie;\nFor i lie wight that died o' Wednesday\n.lu-t laid the light below,\nIs dead us the varlet t unieil to clay\nA score of years age.\nWhere's he that (lieil o' Sabba' day!\nGood Lord, I'd nut be tic!\nThe bosi uf days is foul enough\nProm ihis world's fare to liee:\nAmi I lie saint that died o' Sabba' day\nWilli his gravo-turf yel to grow.\nIs dead as n sinnor brought to pray\nA buiidrcd years ago.\nWhere',- he Hint died e' yesterday!\nWhat better chance hath ho\nTo clink the eiin and toss lhe pot\nWhen thi* knighL't* .iunkotsbcl\nFor ihi- inil tlini died o' yesterday\nIs just as dead-0'ho 1-\nAs the scurvy knave men laid away\nA thousand years age.\n\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BDStrange it seems,when one firstdiacovera\nit, that Shakespeare put no ballad, tavern-\ncatch, or other song, in the mouth of pewter-\nclinking Sir John. But he certainly left us\na most templing refrain for one.\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BDE. C. S.\nA BOYCOTTED BABY-\nCHAPTER II.-.iem's wife.\nAt liunie every one knew by the muster's\nlooks that something had happened; but no\none dared to question him. Not a word did\nhe speak in bis wife as to what had taken\nplace. The dinner to Lord Polonius and\nhis daughter was not again mentioned. Perhaps Mai I hews intention was to let his wife\ndiscover tor herself; if so, he carried it out\nlong enough to cause her a good deal of\nanxiety. James Bulbous, according to rule,\nhad always dined at home on Sundays,\nusually staying from Saturday till Monday;\nbut for two Sundays after these events he\ndid not appear, nor did he write. Matthew\nBullions still was silent, and bis wifo\nwus afraid to speak. She knew that her\nhusband was aware of the reason of her\nson's absence. At last neither seeing nor\nhearing from her son, the mother's anxiety\nconquered her fear.\n\"M ill hew, \"she said, followingliimas lie\nwent towards his \"study\" one evening after\ndinner\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\" Matthew I\" He halted, und looked round, Her hand timidly touched his\narm,and she could hardly speak. \"Jem,\" she\nsaid, \" is anything\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BDthe matter?\"\n\" As far as I know, he is quite well,\" he\nanswered colli ly. He walked away, leaving\nher standing in the middle of the ball. At\nthe door of the stud} however, he slopped\nand thought for awhile. \" Come with me,\"\nhe then said ; \" I have something to tell\nyou.\"\nMrs. Bulbous followed her husband into\nthe room, and sank into a chair, trembling.\nShe knew lie bad ill nows to communicate,\nMid Matthew Bulbous showed little consideration for her feelings i.i his method of telling it.\n\"Yon want to know about your son,\" he\nsaid. '\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD Very well. I'll soon'tell you all I\nknow, and I daresay yon will think it\nenough\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BDol the kind. He has been married\nfor six or seven months.\"\nShe gasped, and alia*htly raised her bands\nwith a gesture of disinav\nently. \"Let it be Now Zealand, thou; and\nas you are in a hurry to go, the sooner the\nbetter. Go to the tailor's and order an outfit. I'll see to the rest.\"\nThen there was a pause. There seemed\nno more to he said on the particularsubjeot,\nAfter a while, Joseph inquired concerning\nthe health of his brothers s wifo aud daughter, then there was another pause. At last\nMatthew asked if Joseph knew anything\nabout Jem.\n\"I didn't like to mention his name first,\nMatthew,\" lie answered. \"Yes: I saw bim\nlast niglit. He supports himself by writing\nfor tbe papers and things now.\"\n\"Yes. Anything elso'i\"\n\"Well\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BDhis wife is\"\t\n\"Stop!\" Joseph stopped very quickly, and\nlooked al bis brother.\nMatthew's face was dark, but presently\nit cleared, and ho observed: \" I feel no\ninterest in that quarter. I asked about\nJem. I didn't want to hoar about her.\"\n\" I thought you might be interested to\nknow\"\t\n\" Thai there's a baby?\" said Matthew,\nwith a grin that showed his mouth to great\ndisadvantage. \"I'm sure I'm delighted I\"\n\" To know,\" continued Joseph, not heeding the interruption, \"that Jem's wife is\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\ndead.'\nMatthew Bulbous leaped to his feel, lie\ndrew back the chair, and looked Intently at\nhis brother. \"Dead did you say! When\ndid she die? What did she die of? There's\nno mistake about thiB?\"\n\" Died yesterday morning. Found dead\nin her bed. Heart disease, the doctor said.\nNo mistake at all, Matthew, as you may see\nfor yourself if you like to attend her funeral to-morrow.\n\"I attend her funeral? I'd see the\nwoman\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BDahem ; well, that sort all end that\nway. I'm not a hit surprised,\" he observed, with a deep-drawn sigh of relief.\nHe could not sit on the chair now. He\nwalked about the room with his hands in\nhis pockets. Mr. Matthew Bulbous was\npowerfully excited, for the liberation of his\nson was fraught with momentous possibilities, liut as Joseph was sitting there, eyeing him with a curious interest, and waiting\nto be sent away, Matthew had to come back\nto him,\n\" Vou may come over to Bin kheath tomorrow, if you like,\" he said, -'after the\nfuneral, You are going to the funeral, I\nsuppose? \"\n\" Vcs, I'm going.\"\n\"Come over after the funeral. As it will\nbe Christinas Day, you may stay for dinner\nif ymi like. What hour is the funeral to\nbe?\"\n\"Two o'clock.'\n\"Come over immediately afterwards. I\nshall expect you at four. Have you any\nmoney ?\"\nHe took a few sovereigns from his waistcoat pocket and threw them on the table.\nJoseph Bulbous picked thom up and went\naway,\nAfter his brother's departure, Matthew\nBulbous sat down and leaned back in the\nchair with his large eyes staring vacantly\nat the inkstand on the table. His senses\nwere unconscious of outward things\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BDeven\nof the absence of the clerk, who was idly\nwaiting outside to be summoned back to his\nwork. Bulbous was lilted with deep and\nabsorbing joy, Jem's wife was dead. The\na gesture of dismay. Then, claspinL_\nthem tightly, she stared at the husband,j detested obstacle to his ambitious projects\nwho proceeded : \" Who or what is she ! Of, was removed. It was not unreasonable to I\ncourse, as a mother and a woman, you are | suppose thai thc event must be a happy re-\ndeeply interested to know. Who she is, I; lief to the young man himself. Theexpori-\ncannot tell. What she is\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BDor has been\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD11 once would chasten and subdue him, and ;\ncan tell. Your son's wife\" | generally be good tor him. Afier just a lit-\n\"Matthew!\" She leaped up with a ory\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD li? ''\"'\".V. sufficient to wipe out the last\nthis gentle and timid woman\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BDand stood I miserable vestige of the late wife's memory,\npanting before him, with heaving boiom \"\",e young man would be ready to accept\nand blazing eyes. Matthew Bulbous was' wjt'1 gladness his father's scheme*. Jem's!\nstartled, but only for a brief lime; his big ' wife Was dead. Oh, lhe silent and mighty\nhard eyes and set face soon reduced hci\" ; upheaval of Matthew liulbous's energies, ,\nand she sank in lhe chair with a moan. j paralysed for the time by his son's unfor-\n\"If you doubt it, send for him and her. tunate marriage, now that friendly Death\nShe'll come to you quick enough; but take had undone it, in fairly good time! Every-!\ncare oi yourself! How would you like to j thing would, and should come right now -\nsee ber in your house\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BDyour son's wife\nbeside your (laughter in her painted and\nimpudent ugliness, in her tawdry finery\nand rags? Why, woman, to look at h-r,'\"\nhe exclaimed, extending his arm towards\nthe door, as though his son's wife wore\nstanding there\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\"-. look at her is to feel\nsick ! A creature you would cross the road\nto avoid-a degraded animal, whom your\nvery avoidance wculd rouse to tear and\nclaw you. Yes, send for her, by all means;\none interview will he enough.''\n. uow, thai Jem's wife was dead\nMatthew's action wasprompt. Jumping\ninto i cab he drove to I. ird Polonius's club,\nand found that nobleman there, His lord-1\ns'nip received, him civilly, but curiously.\nLady Jessalinda was quite well, he politely\nassured Mr. Bulbous ; and then the latter\nproceeded to business, stating the case,\nbriefly and clearly. At first the Karl listen-\ned with an affe itation of polite indifference;\nbut In, soon showed his interest, Mr. Bul-\nbo is explained very plainly the folly of his\nJem, Jem, Jem!\" murmured the poor son, and the bitternes* f his repentance,\nwoman, sobbing. It was indeed harder to and assured Lord Polonius that the young\nher than to her husband to realise that the man was ready now to do his part with\nyoung man oould have fallen into such folly, proper spirit to promote the early realiza-\nand .she felt the agony of which her husband *ir\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD* of the project i] vhich they were\nwas insensible. \" locordiall; iereed ife* months ago.\nHe had been lured into it-trapped into B lot put I Bthoughtin word\nit\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BDdrugged into it, It was bbsph.-in-, '\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\"\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD ^\"'-'' t his son's ma-\nagainst nature to suppose that be had. trimonial prospects aving been interfered\nuntarily done such a thing, with all his \"ith by the a I if another suitor in\n(aeulties at hi*, command.\nMrs. Bulbous, after tins, was \u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD . \u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD ell\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BDah\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BDn Ir. Br, au, it re-\nenough tn mourn her ion is dead. S ; ' ;-''' ' l'\"1\"'\nknew he should never pass his fathet\nagain, Week pa I after week, indno- \" \u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD'\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD ,: ''\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD '\"' 'isk'\"1.\nthing was heard from him, His name was the case nol i sntiment, \"It\nnever mentioned, He waa dead tn 1 g naidered already in all points,\nout.,! their lives. His ohambei had be in act ol\ngiven up a- the ther learned in olitena \u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD \u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD ii privately did not\nIndirect way indhohad disappeai I ' aoeaaity, \"unless Lady Je\nThe room James Bulbous had been ntha da\nhabit nf occupying when he alenl al Black- \"'\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\nheath was locked up now locked by M ' '\" lonot know <\nBulbous himself, who kept the key of it,\nThe night he locked tl there wis a little in\ncident whioh I* Worth relating, There were\nseveral photographs on tho table, framed;\nthe mother and sister, some friends, and\nthat of a very lovely girl with dirk eyes.\n. ida will regard It. Ladies ,\ntii a of inch an experience, and ia a rule do\nnol prefer newly made widowers. We\nmiu' take all thia into ionaideration,\nMatthew Bulbous, inxioua as tie waa\nabout bis project, began tostiffen, Ho sua\nMr Bulbous examined thia curiously for pectedthat thisoleverold peerwasn\nhall a minute, holding it in his hand ; with himself out to exact further peounia .\nthe other hand he turned over a small heap cessions, \" Do you propose toreopei the\nof photographs of noted persons, such as matter with Lady Jeasalinda, my lord? he\nyou see in shop windows. asked, with ominous coolness.\n\"An actress-oradancer-or one of that \" I did nol mean to leave any doubt as to\nsort,\" he remarked, having another look at that,\" said Lord Polonius, who, iron. Ins\nthe picture, and throwing it, on the heap ownprivateinterests.wasasanxionsasMat-\nwith the others. \" I never thought ho was! -hew Bulbous to carry out tho project\ntbat kind of fellow.\nTwo days before Christmas, he had a\nbrief note from hia brother Joseph\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BDwhich\nwaa tho first communication botween thom\nsince that day at Chelsea\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BDinquiring wlioth-\nBt Matthew Ht ill meant bim lo emigrate.\nMatthew Beemed to have forgotten tho project ; but he sent a message to his brother\nto come to the ollice at three o'clock tbo\nnext. day. Punctually to the minute Joseph\nwas there, anil the clerk was sent ontof tho\nroom.\n\"If you still moan It,\" observed Joseph\nwith the manner of a man resuming an interrupted conversation, \"I would prefer\nNew Zealand, Tlm climate ia belter, and\nI couldn't go to Canada for months yet. I\ndon't care for Canada.\"\nn us in the result, that there'...-/ \u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD<\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD i little\ndoubt, I only meant to imply that, naturally, it, will be less easy to win Lady Jessa*\nlinda'a consent now than It waa it few\nmonths ago,\"\nIn private, Matthew Bulbous was not so\nsure aboul, this; but still, women were\nwomen, and there was no counting on their\nwhims. Lord Polonius, in conclusion,\npromised to drop in upon him later in the\nafternoon, anil Mr. Bulbous took his dc.par\nturo.\nAt Mix o'clock Ihh lordship called. \"I\nhave spoken to Lady Jessalinda,\" said Lord\nPolonius in a confidential whisper, \"audi\nthink wo may venture to hiipe thai all -\nmattors may iii time -ah -not impossibly\nresume their former footing. Of course we\n\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BDa certain episode. Then, we may proceed\nagain.\"\n\"That will do,\" said Matthew Bulbous,\nunderstanding aright the meaning conveyed\nby the Earl's circumlocution. \"How long\nwill it take?\"\n\"Well, as to that, wo can lay down nothing definite, Now, if your son would go\nabroad for a while\"\t\n\"He's going,'' said Mr. Bulbous promptly; \" but the question is how long is lie to\nstay abroad?\"\n\" He can bo rccalledwhen it is considered\njudicious.\" said Lord Polonius. \"Of\ncourse he will keep you advised of his\naddress. I do not think,\" he added, lowering his voice again and significantly pressing Mr. Bulboas's band, \" his exile need be\nvery long.\"\nMatthew gave a gratified smile, which\nour American cousins would describe as of\nlargo dimensions; but the next moment an\nobservation casually made by Lord Polonius\nquickly changed the expression of his face.\n\"Of course,\" his lordship observed, pull\ning on his gloves, \"there is hardly need to\nmention it, but of course the understanding\nis entirely upon the assumption that there\nis no surviving issue of tho\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BDthe marriage?\"\nThese were ominous and startlings words,\nbecause the Earl meant tbem, and they sug\ngosted a possibility of which Matthew had\nnot thought before. But the situation was\ncritical and lie was equal to it.\n\" No, my lord,\" he answered with confidence, '' there is nochiid of that marriage.\n\" Ah, that is satisfactory. I trust every\nthing will go on well now,\" said the Earl;\nand then be took a gracious farewell of Mr.\nBulbous for the present.\nMatthew Bulbous went home in high\nspirits. His old luck had not deserted him\nafter all. He felt himself to be a man who\ncould not fail. He might have known himself better than to have felt beaten by Jem's\nmarriage. Here was the demonstration\nthat he was still the same successful man I\nThe church bells were ringing as he walked up the frosty road from thc station, As\na rule, it was a noise ho hated ; but to-night\nthe bells pealed a tune that gladdened his\nheart.\n\" Jem's\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BDwlfo-ls-doad!\nJem's\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BDwife-is dead dead dead!\nJoin's\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BDwife\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BDIs\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BDdoad dead dead dead I\"\nSo the bells rang out in the clear frosty,\nsky. Matthew Bulbous laughed, aud wished\nthem a Merry Christmas.\nAt dinner, his wife and daughter were\nstruck with the exuberance of his spirits.\nAfter dinner, lie made Agnes play several\n\"lively\" pieces on the piano\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BDan instrument\nhe only loved less than church bells\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BDand\nsaid something about buying her anew one.\nFor the keys gave out the same carol as\nthe bells, no matter what she played.\nLater on, he called his wife into his\nstudy, and exultingly announced the groat\nnows to her. The result startled him.\n\" Matthew I\" she exclaimed, with natural horror, \"surely you are not rejoicing\nover the poor creature's sudden death I\"\n\" .Surely I am, though. Pray, why\nshouldn't I ?\" he demanded defiantly.\n\" It is wicked\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BDhorrible !No, Matthew,\"\nhis wife said with a shudder, \"she is dead,\nand all enmity.\"\n\" 1 have no enmity,\" he growled. \" She\nwasn't a tit subject for enmity. But I say\nwhat I feel, and I cannot but foel glad.\nHave you no thought for your son ? Are\nyou sorry for his release 1\"\nBut his wife, without further word, loft\nthe room, and Matthew Bulbous put down\nhis pipe, pushed away the half-consumed\ntoddy, mid stared angr ly in the fire. When\nhe was angry, it wis a sign he was conscious\nof having made a mist ike. Undoubtedly,\nbe was glad of the woman's death, and believed lie had a right to be glad; but perhaps\nthe exhibition of his joy was not exactly\nproper. After all, Jem's wife was dead,and\ncould do no further harm. As the harm\nwhich she had done was being happily remedied, it might have been better to ignore tho\nfact that she had over existed. And considering her miserable life and miserable end\nher death was probably an unworthy and\nindecent subject for exultation.\nMatthew Bulbous was a coarsely-bred\nman, not free from superstition, and at heart\na coward. Hence the words of his wife\ndisturbed him, and howsoever he might hav-s\ndespised bis son's wife when living, he was\nnot so sure that the dead could be treated\nwith the same impunity. In fact, he uneasily felt that on the whole it was best to\nleave the dead alone. In the failingembers\nof the fire, the wasted and rigid face of the\npoor creature who hid already passed betore\nher Judge met his eyes oftener than he\neared, With the fire, his energy of mind\nseemed to sink also, lower and lower as the\ntime passed.\nJust as the chimes of midnight startled\nhim, as from a troubled sleep, the most extraordinary thing came to pass that ever\nhappened to Matthew Bullions. The door\nopened, ind a fi male figure glided into the\nroom. The lamp was tinned low, and ho\ncould not her distinctly; a shawl hung\nover her head, hall concealing her face, and\nthe g'oom hid the rest of it; but ho experienced \u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD itrange md unaccountable sense\nof recognition. He waa convinced he had\n\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD cu tin- rue,, before he knew not when or\n\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD ,. thougl '.'\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD i ei' i inly did not see It\nnow. She (lid not apeak (or some time, bul\nstood before him in a ilenl and expectant\nattitude, us though he had sent, for her.\nThe atrangeal thing waa thai he knew tins\nto bo the ipparition oi his son's wife, while\nime time it was certain thai the invisible face waa not the face of tho dead\nwoman,\nJem's wife had been bo much in his\nthoughts, thai thiaaudden visitation took\ni im, in a manner, at a great disadvantage.\nBut it was i\" *erthelesa a iltuation nt a\nhai e',,' .v.ii whii h ne was nol well flttotl\nto cope Some Mum elapsed, thoreforo, be,\nlore a\" on I bring himself loaddroea hor\nwith oi inquiry, in a rospootful and oon\nciliatory tone, as to ber Identity and huai\ni. heturncd slowly toward lilm and\ntold dim (as he expected) who ahe was.\nTins confirmation, In i-pokon worda, of\nhis previous conviction had the offoot ol\ndiaturbing hia mental equilibrium still\nfarther, In vain, rallying hi i oourago, ho\nassured her she \u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD: I I mi I iken thai Ji-m',1\nwile waa dead, and was to bo buried al two\no'clock next day that she had been found\ndead In her bed, dead of heart diaoaso,\nbrought on by her \"Wn conduot, as lhe\ndoctor said. This discharge of hard fads\nami exact information loomed not to affoot\nher in the smallest dcgri'O. Then ItoOOltr\nred to hun l.n summon tho butler, and Inning the boll Willi nervous energy. The\nelTeot amazod him, but aoomod not to disconcert his visitor In tho least. The butler\nnnd other servants wero either nol in llie\nhouse, or they were buried in tho sloop of\nFor the bell rang loud and long down tlie\npassage, up the stairs, through all the rooms\nin the bouse, and finally passed up the\nchimneys, and died away in the sky ; but\nno person answered it.\n.Matthew Bulbous listened to this extraordinary performance with fear perspiring from every pore. He felt now there\nwas nothing lelt but to ask bis visitor\nhumbly to slate her business. He abjectly\npleaded that he was tired and wanted to\ngo to bed. Then the dark reproachful eyes\nsettled upon him, from out the shadow,\nwith a gentle scorn which caused him to\nlook another way as she delivered her message. Thev bad been happy, her husband\nand she, and did not want Matthew liulbous's money. He had cast off his son because he failed to marry him to a grand\nlady. He was rejoicing now because the\nson's wife was dead and the grand lady\nmight still become his wife. The visitor\nknew all Matthew's thoughts and schemes.\nVery well; bul she added, with a movement that made him start, that she bad\nloft a baby, und would hold him to\naccount for it. \" According as you are\nkind and just to it, I will he merciful to\nyou. It has no mother, and you must supply my place!\"\nA dim apprehension of consequences likely to arise from the existence ofa baby passed like a cold wave over Matthew Bulbous,\nDid she know the assurance he bad given\nLord Polonius, and was she warning bim?\nDid she mean that, to supply her place, he\nwas to get Jem immediately married to\nLady Jessalinda? There were doubts on\nthis point; it was contrary to all experience\nof her sex that she should be anxious to be\nquickly succeeded by another wife, and to\nplace her baby on the bosom of a stepmother;\nand it was extremely doubtful whether\nLady Jessalinda would consent to dedicate\nherself to that maternal ollice.\nBut he gave his solemn promise to look\nafter the child ; and as he spoke the words,\nthero was a knock at the door. Looking\nup, he discovered that his visitor was\ngone. With the instinct of a man\nof business, his first thought was whether\nshe had heard him make that promise concerning the baby. He would have given a\nthousand pounds to bo certain she had not\nheard thc words. Could she possibly, ho\nasked himself, have heard thom, seeing that\nshe was gone when he looked up?\nThe appearance of the butler at the door,\ninquiring if his master wanted anything further that night, gave him a considerable start ; and ho rose to his feet\nquickly, looking hard at the spot where the\nvisitor had boen standing during the late\ninterview.\n\" No, Perks,\" he answered, absently,\ndrawing a deep respiration. \" I\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BDI believe\nI have been asleep !\"\nButthe conviction that he had been dreaming did not restore a tranquil miud. All\nniglit through his thoughts were haunted\nwith shadowy fears. Thai face, hidden from\nphysical perception, but still familiar\nthough unaccountable, was no trick of\nfancy. And he could by no effort rid himself of the fear that the baby might be a\ndread reality, worse to face than the ill-\nstarred marriage which it sprang from\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BDa\nreality that would luve to be \" boycotted\"\nwith vigour and thoroughness.\n(TO IIB COSTINUEU.)\nA Philosopher Puzz'.oi\nThe proprietor of a tail-yard in Ontario\ndetermined to build a sort of stand or shop\nfor the purpose of vending his leather, buying cow hides, and tbe like.\nHaving completed his building he began\nto consider what sort of a sign it would\nbe best to put up for the purpose of attracting attention to his new establishment.\nAfter occupying some time in thinking ou\nthesubject a happy ideastruck him, He bored an auger hole through the door-post and\nstuck a calf's tail into it, with tho bushy\nend Haunting out.\nSome lime after ho noticed a grave-looking personage standing near the door with\nhis spectacles gazing intently on the sign.\nAnd there he continued to stand gazingand\ngazing, until the curiosity of the tanner was\ngreatly excited in turn, Ho stepped out\nand addressed the individual.\n\"tlood-morning,\" said he.\n\" Morning,\" said theother, without moving his eyo from the sign.\n\" Do you want to buy leather?\" said tho\nstore keeper.\n\"No.\"\n\" Do you wish to sell hides?\"\n\" No.'\"\n\"Aro you a farmer?\"\n\"No/\n\"Arc you a merchant?\"\n\"No.\"\n\" Are yon a lawyer ?\"\n\"No.\"\n\"Aro you a doctor?\"\n\"No.\"\n\"What aro yon, then?'\n\"I'ma,philosopher, I've been standing\nhere for an hour trying to seo if I could ascertain how that calf got through that auger\nhole.\"\nThe Largest Babies Ever Born,\nThe largest infant al, birth of which there\nis any authentic rooord was born in Ohio,\nJanuary 12, 1870, This remarkable pro-\ngidy was the son of Mr. and .Mrs. M. V,\nBates, the father bung the \"Kentucky\nGiant\" and tho mother tho \" Nova Scotian\nOlanteae.\" The new born boy weighed exactly 23J pounds, was 32 inches in height\nhad a font six inches in length. The head\nof the cliibl was I!) inches m oiroumferenoe,\nlarger I ban that of the average fi-ycar-old.\nPrior to lhe birth of the Bales wonder\nthe London Hospital Museum boasted owning the largest child ever born. Their\nclaimant was 21 inches ill height and had a\nhead that moaaurod I .'I J inches. On October '.', 1 MM I, the wife of a promineiil Waa-\nington, D. Ci., business mini gave birth to a\nchild of the following extraordinary proportions: Weight, '.''.'!, pounds; length,\n2JJ inches; cii'cunifi'ience of bend, IH;| inch, s; circumference nf hips, 20J inches,\nI'he leading scientific pupi-rs of the lime\nmontlonod thofaot that il was the largest\nchild ever born with llie abo.e exceptions,\nA Rare Girl,\nM rs. Orayneok\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\" So (Ieorge is engaged ?\nMrs. TangletOngUO\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\" Yes, he'll lie married in June.\"\nMrs. Uraynook\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\" I hope he has u young\nlady iu every way worthy of him,\"\nMrs, Tangletongiie\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\" 0h( yes, I think I\ncan safely say that I am satisfied in every\nway with his fiasco,\"\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD[Boston Courier.\nCircumstances form the character, bu'\nlike petrifying waters thoy harden while\nthey foam,\nTho first suspension bridges ever built\nwere made in China '.',000 years ago, being\nconstructed of iron chains.\nAs the shadow of the clouds glides over\nthe fields and leaves no trace behind, so\ndoes evil over pure lives.\nThe British horses were famous when\nJulius Closer invaded the oountry, and son.c\nof them wore carried oil' by him as trophies\nto Rome.\nTho spirit of life is like the seel in our\ngardens; it cither grows and boars fruit in\nthe sunlight, or it rots in tlio darkness.\nThe oldest capital in the United States is\nSanta Fe, which was the seat of government\nin New Mexico as far back as 1(140, and yet\nits population is only 0,1S5 according to\nPorter's census.\nBarrels are now being made successfully\nfrom paper. Tho paper is made from old\ncards, sacks, and refuse. Tho industry is\nlargely on the increase by reason of the\ncheapness compared with wood.\nNearly all the small silvor coins of Cuba\nhave holes in them. The holes serve to\nkeep the coins in that country, as they do\nnot affect their changeable value there.\nGood breeding is lhe result of much good\nsense, somo good nature and a little self-\ndenial foi' the sake of others, and with a\nview to obtain the same indulgence from\nthem.\nLite is short and it is wearing fast away.\nWe lose a great deal of time and we want\nshort mads to Heaven, though the right\nroad is, in truth, far shorter than we believe.\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD [Faber.\nT'lurc is a rock in Mexico which foretells\ntho weather. In fair weather it, wears anou*\ntrill tint, and when it is about to rain it\nturns to a dingy red, Its temperature increases, and it appears as if it were being\nheated by an interns! lire.\nThe censure of our fellow men, which\nwo are so prone to esteem a proof of our\nsuperior wisdom, is too often only t he evidence of the conceit that would magnify\nself, and of tho malignity or envy that\nwould detract from others.\nThe conductors of all tho tiain-cars, omnibuses, and other vehicles for public accommodation in Warsaw in that part of the\ncity between Novaya Pragaiind the suburb\nof Brudno arc women, and fulllil their duties more accurately and to the belter satis-\nl'aclion of tbo public than men,\nBerlin is to have shortly a crematory\nerected at the city's cost in the Friodrioh-\nsruh Cemetery, where bodies of thc poor\nand unknown and of the suhjeotsof anatomical investigation at clinics and hospitals\nwill be reduced to ashes. The bodies from\nthe anatomists'tables alone number about\n1,000 annually.\nA curious marriage custom is recorded by\nDr. Post as existing in Southern India\namong some of the more primitive non-\nAryan tribes. This consists in weiiding a\ngirl to a plant, a tree, an animal, or even to\nan inanimate object, the notion being that\nany ill-luck which may follow an actual\nmarriage will be averted hy a union of this\nkind\nThe little Queen of Holland already\nspeaks French and English fluently, but not\na word of German, for the prejudice of the\nlate King of Holland was so strong against\nthe German nation that he was sternly determined that his daughter should never\nlearn the Gorman language.\nMillie. Paulina, a native of Queensland,\nHolland, is said to he the smallest human\nbeing in the world. She is nearly sixteen\nyears of age, her height is I.S inches, and\nher weight 7 lb. Unlike most of the 'midgets,\" she is remarkably pretty and accomplished, speaking four languages fluently.\nGerman authors have petitioned the\nReichstag to afford them the protection in\nthe United States now enjoyed by French,\nBritish, Belgian, and Swiss authors. The\npetitioners urge the Government to mako at\nonce declaration, required by the Copyright\nlaw, that hereafter American authors will\nenjoy the same rights in Germany as German\nauthors,\nFireflies of the largo kind and high-lighting power that abound in St, Domingo and\nother West India islands aro employed for\nlighting purposes, being confined in lanterns both for going about the country at\nnight for tho Illumination of dwellings. By\nattaching one of them to each foot while\ntravelling in the darkness they sorve as a\nguide to iho path.\nIt was largely the fashion in the sixteenth, seventeenth and eighteenth, centuries with ladies of wealth to have their\nwatches richly iiicrusteil with precious\nstones, A lady's watch made towards the\ncud of the reign of Queen Elizabeth had a\ngold case set with two hundred turquoise\nstones arranged in eight concentric eirclos\nwith a single one in the middle. On thc\nupper portion of the case was a Tudor rose\nof crimson and green in iruusluccnl enamel,\nami on the margin crimson and blue leaves\nami fruit in en unci. The balance wheel\nwus protected by a gilt cock,\nChamaret, a small French township of\nabout600 inhabitants, has Inula windfall\nwhioh will for ever relievo the dwellers of\nI hat happy spot of lhe burden of taxation.\nOu the will of an old miser being opened it\nwus found lhat he had bequeathed (i00,00l)f.,\nthe whole of his hoarded wealth, to the\ncommunity. This will bring in a yearly\nrevenue of about CI,00(),Biillicicnt,it is said,\nto defray all the expenses of the parish, and\nleave a surplus of about \u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD100 to lie expended as the municipality may dotorming. The\nonly conditions to the bequest are that a\nstone tower, 00 feet high, with a clock and\na huge bell, shall be erected in memory of\nthe testator.\nCurious Portuguese Uiwtom,\nAmong the Portuguese at Fayal, whero I\nonce Hpent a winter, writes Colonel Higgin-\naon, the young gentlemen were expected to\nwear black trousers to rties in winter, and\nwhile in summer j but to decide on which\nparticular evening summer began was the\npoint of dilliculty, so thc young men would\nsometimes go to the house iu black, with the\nwhite garments under their arms, ready to\npeep iu through the window and take a\nbusty census of black and white legs. If the\nlatter prevailed they would make thoir toilet\nafresh iu the bushes outside. It was not a\nmatter of social caste, for they were all of\nthe same caste ; it was only a wish not to be\nsingular, :\nL V.Ll^l XIIJ U 11 J-a JJi.ll-\nIt was on a lovely morning in June, I remember, two or three years ago, that I arrived, on a business journey, at a village in\nEssex, which for the purposes of this story\nI will call Amesford.\nIt was a day of glorious sunshine, and\neverything looked bright, happy, and gay.\nEven the villagers seemed to be wearing\ntheir best and gayest clothes, and there was\naltogether such an air of festivity and holiday making about thc place that my first\ninquiry of the matronly hostess nf the inn at\nwhich i intended to stay was to the cause\nof all this mirth and frivolity.\n\" Lord bless you, sir, don't you know ? I\nthought everybody knew that by this time.\nWhy, it's Bessie Blossom's wedding day, of\ncourse,''said thegood-uatured dame. \"Ah I\nshe's a perfect picture, she is; and as good\nas. gold.\"\n\"I'm sure I hope Miss Blossom will be\nhappy,\" 1 said, reserving the variety of\npuns which occurred to me as practicable\nfor a more appreciative audience. \"As I\nam going to stay at Amesford till to-morrow,\" I added, \"perhaps I may have a\nchance ol seeing the bride.\"\n\" Vou will have no time to lose then, sir,\"\nsaid the good lady, as she directed me to\nthe room I was to occupy. \"The wedding\nis to be at eleven punctual, and it only\nwants a quarter. 1 was just going to put\nmy bonnet on when ynu camo in, so you'll\nexcuse nie now, sir, won't you? I wouldn't\nmiss the sight for worlds. As I live, there\ngo the bells,\" and she bustled off to hcrowu\nparticular sanctum, while I made my way\nto the church whence I could hear the merry\nchimes of thc village bells.\nIt was a pretty wedding, though thc\nchurch, full lo the very porch, was so hot\nand stifling that I was glad to get outside\naud get a breath of fresh air in the churchyard before the ceremony was half over.\nThe bride was not so young as I expected\nto find her. After the gushing language of\nmy landlady I naturally looked to see a\nyoung girl of about eighteen, fresh and\nbeautiful, I saw instead a grave, ladylike\nperson, whose age would certainly nnt be\nless tliaiisix-anil-twenty, of medium height,\nwearing a creamy silk dress, a long tulle\nveil, and a wreath of llowers which, if not\norange blossoms, suited the colour and texture of her hair admirably. She walked\nthrough the double row of eager spectators\nranged\ndidn't want the woman : wouldn't live with\nher in fact, at any price. But she had committed bigamy, hadn't she, he inquired with\ncool effrontery, mil instead of locking him\nup the constable would be better doing bis\nduty if he locked her up.\nThe constable said he would take the risk\nof putting Mr. Chandler under lock and key\nfirst; lie wasn't afraid the woman would\nrun away.\nI don't think William Chandler hadquite\nreckoned upon this, but he maintained a\nsullen silence, and amidst the hooting and\nhustling of the crowd was conveyed to the\nround, toll-house looking structure which\nBcrv-ed as the village lock-up.\nLater in the day I heard Bessie Blossom's\nstory from my landlady, as much of it, at\nleast, as was known to tbe latter.\nBessie Blossom had been brought up by\nher parents with rather exalted views ot life.\nTbey had saved a bit of money, and they\nspent a portion of it in giving the girl a\nboarding-school education and training,\nwhich the ex*lady's maid regarded as absolutely essential to her daughter's happiness.\nThen at eighteen the girl went to London as\nassistant-governess in the family of a baronet, and there made the acquaintance of tbo\nbaronet's nephew, a young scapegrace, who\nhad never done any good for himself or anyone else. He was sufficiently attached to\nthe girl to marry her.\nWhen lhe allair came to the ears of Sir\nDixon Tryton, however, which was not until\nthe knot had been securely tied he\nimmediately stopped the allowance of\ntwo hundred a year he had previously\nmade his nephew, and warned him\nthat not a penny piece more in any shape\nor form need he look for or expect. Idle\nand dissolute, William Chandler, thrown on\nhis owu resources, sneedily developed the\ninnate brutality of his nature, and vented\nhis rage and disappointment on his unoffending wife. She bore with his ill-treatment\nuntil her child died. Then she resolved to\nleave bim and go into service again, if possible, and she was preparing to put this plan\ninto execution, when news reached her that\nin a drunken frolic with some boon companions, in the course of which they had launched and gone to sea in a leaky boat, he had\nbeen drowned.\nBessie Chandler returned to her parents\nto take counsel with them as to her future,\nfor she was left penniless. Sbe found her\nmotherstrotohed on a bed of sickness. No-\n,\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD?, ml aual i no liaiiusuilie iis lie WUS. I WilS\na barmaid when he married me \"\n\"It's false,\" interrupted the man, who\nhad utterly collapsed at the sound of the\nwoman's voice, but hud now recovered some\namount of self-possession and assurance.\n\"It was not a legal ceremony.\"\n\"Oh, that's your game, is it,\" exclaimed\nthe woman, placing her arms akimbo, and\nfacing him with an expression which boded\nill for him. ''But it won't do. I've got the\ncertificate safe enough, and have satisfied\nmyself it's all right and proper. No, Mr.\nWilliam Chandler, you're my husband, safe\nenough, though you're nothing to be proud\nof. I've had to keep myself since you ran\naway and left me, but 1 mean to make you\ndo it now, you beauty!\"\nAnd so it turned out. An officer was sent\nwith the woman to fetch the marriage certificate, which was found to be in proper\nform. Then came Mr. Chandler's turn to go\ninto the dock on a charge of bigamy, and be\nwas duly committed for trial.\nI don't know what became of him or his\nwife. But Bessie was escorted back to\nAmesford in triumph, restored to the arms\nof the schoolmaster, and, I believe, \"lived\nhappy ever after.\"\non each side of the path leading from j ih]n7waaTnown ta theTilia\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD of'the girl's\nthe outer gate to the church porch with a\ncareless grace, and what 1 tl,ought was a\nproud, slightly-contemptuous ciiri of the lip.\nShe seemed to me, by birth nr education, to\nbe rather above the average out of the gcod\npeople of Amesford\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BDa faot she was evidently thoroughly aware of.\nI gathered that her father was a soldier,\nmarriage, and it was supposed that she had\nreturned home to nurse her mother. And\nwhen, a few weeks later, the mother went\nthe way of all tlesb, Bessie yielded to her\nfather's entreaties to remain with him.\nThat was a matter of two years ago.\nThen came the wooing of Bessie by the\n____ - i school-master. She had become very much\nretired onepension, her mother-an ex-lady s Uttaohed to him, and gladly accepted his\nmaid, and the bride-groom the village sohoo.propoai,is, But she lliul not enlightened\nmaster and leader of the choir at the parish j him M to tlmt flark experience 0f hers, and\nenuroh. j had forbidden her father to do so under a\nIt was probably suoh a wedding as the threat of leaving him and never seeing him\nAmesford oik did not often get a chance of again, whioh to the lonely old man was\nseeing, and they had turned out en masse to q,,'tcsuHieient. So that the blow had foun \"\ndo honour to it\nthc schoolmaster wholly unprepared,\nhad broken him down.\nand\nPresently the pealing of the organ and\nthe strains of the wedding march floating\nsoftly or. the still air announced the conclusion of the service, and the people streamed\nout of the building to take up their places\nalong the walk, and be ready to pelt the\nbride and bridegroom with flowers and rieo\nas they passed on their way to the carriage\nstanding in thc road outside.\nI had noticed, while I had been loitering\nin the churchyard, a disreputable looking \u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD woml| WUDl0 ,,,\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD t\nfellow standing near the gate. I here was j st-a.ble had reported the affair\nthe nervous twitching about the mouth, -iail disposed of Chandler,\nand the bloodshot, watery look about the\neyes which betokened days, and probably\nnights, of drunkenness and dissipation. He, , , , .. . , , ,, ,\nwore a battered top hat, a short frock coat I Ame(sfor.d ,wa? f[v'af \u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\"> h\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BDld- *\"\"-\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\n\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD \u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD ' - - ' most as full ot Amesford folk the next day\nas the church had been. There was a charge\nentered against William Chandler that he\ni had been brawling in Amesford churchyard\n' and that he had no visible means of subsistence. For these offences he was liable to\nbe sent to gaol for three months. But as he\nwould have to give evidence in the bigamy\ncase it was decided to take that first.\nAlthough I had lost the greater part of\nThe question remained\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BDwhat was to\nbe done. It was clear that. Bessie\nhad committed an act of bigamy, which,\nthough done innocently and unwittingly, none the less made her amenable\nto the law. Aud during the evening\nnews was brought that Mrs. Chandler bad\nbeen arrested on a warrant, and was in the\ncustody of the inspector of police at the\nneighboring town, where the Amesford con\nas soon as In\ndisposed\nThe police-court at the town, where the\npetty sessions for the division in which\nvery much damaged, and worn almost\nthreadbare down thc front and about the\nanus, a pair of dirly gray trousers, well\nfringed around thc bottoms, and standing\nwell away from the knees, and boots which\nwere almost heelless, and gaped wideut the\ntoes, A dirty collar, tied round with a\nsoiled silk handkerchief, completed his visible attire. And yet, notwithstanding his\nseedy, dilapidated appearance and rakish, , .. \u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD .\t\ndissipated look, there was that in his man-, tlie previous day, as far as business was con\nner and in his talk, when presently ho\nspoke, which induced the belief that he had\nseen better days.\nHe was looking through the railings with\na curiously eager gaze, and remained motionless until the people came trooping out\nof church. Then a cruel smile played about\nhis mouth, and a glitter lighted up hia\nbleared eyes as he took up a position from\nwhich ho would face the bride as she came\nthrough the porch. I was strangely interested in tlie man, so out of place amidst\nthat gay and festive throng and moved up\nclose to him.\nA stir in tlie crowd, and tho murmur of\ncerneil, I was by this time sufficiently interested in the matter to make one of the\naudience when the case was called on. On\nbeing placed in the dock, Bessie covered her\nface with her hands, and burst into a passionate burst of tears. The suddenness and\nunexpected nature of tbe event, coming at\na time when a woman's nerves are naturally\noverstrung with excitement; then the arrest,\nthe thought of the disgrace and exposure,\nand above all, as I afterwards heard from\nher own lips, the dread that she might have\nto live again with the man who had done\nher such cruel wrong, had unnerved her.\nBut after that first outburst she sat calm\nmany voices, horalded the appearance of' end quiet while the constable gave his evi-\nthe newly-married couple. 1 noticed that i deuce, and the clergyman deposed as to tbo\nthe man kept iu the background till they\nhad reached tho middle of the walk. Then\nhe suddenly started forward, and with a\nsweep of the hand, which drew all eyes upon\nhim, exclaimed .-\n\" Look you, good people, that woman is\nmy wife 1 Ha ! Iia ! proud madam, you did\nnot dream nf this.\"\nIna'antly the placo was in an uproar, aa\nwith a piercing scream the startled woman\nservice performed at Amesford Church tin\nprevious day.\nThen William Chandler stepped into the\nwitness box, and stated that be hud been\nrescued from the boat accident, but had\nmade no effort to let his wife know be wiib\nalive. He bad been very unfortunate, and\nhearing that his wife was living at Amesford,\nhe had tramped bis way to that village to\nhear, as he entered il, that she was to b\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\nTHRUST INTO THE FIBE-BOX.\nHow riixiiii'-''' Snivel (inl Hid nl' llie Hen\nHe Hud Hun Down,\nEngineer Smith told a story of how Mexican railway operators dodge responsibility.\n\"Jim Scovel, ho said, \"was running a\nfreight on the Central and had a crew of\nconductor, fireman and two brakemen. One\nnight about a year ago Jim was running\nthrough a big sheep and goat ranch, in the\nState of Durango, near Peralta, when he\nsaw two figures on the track near a switch.\nHe thought they were railroad men and\nblew for them, but tliay seemed dazed. Jim\nthen saw they were greasers and he blew for\nbrakes and reversed, but the train was on a\ndown grade and there was no help for it.\nThe engine struck one of the men and killed\nhim outright) tbe other was shunted off\ninto the ditch, and when they backed up he\nwas still living but unconscious. His head\nwus crushed, and it seemed every bone in\nhis body was broken. Of course the\nmagnitude of the affair impressed Jim\nScovel. He knew he was 500 miles from\nhome. Fortunately it was a freight train\nand the accident had occurred at\nnight in an isolated place. The train\ncrew got together around the tank of\nthe engine to discuss the situation. They\nwere in groat doubt. Jim Scovel said the\nwounded man ought to be taken to the next\nstation and be would take the consequences.\nBut the conductor said that would never do\n\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BDthey would all be jugged, finally a brake-\nman, who had read somewhere once upon a\ntime that in order to establish a charge of\nmurder it was necessary to have a corpus\ndelicti, suggested tbat it might not be a bad\nidea to dispose of the corpus delicti there\nand then. He looked significantly at tbe\nfireman, and the latter, taking the hint,\nproceeded to shovel coal into his furnace\nJim Scovel objected to this, but finally gave\nway to the extent tbat the man, already\ndead, should go into the furnace, though he\ndid not like to have the tire grates deluged\nwith greaser grease. Then came another\ndeliberation\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BDas to the wounded man. He\nwas yet unconscious, and his death inevitable, but he still breathed. Jim Scovel put\nhis ear to his heart, and said : \" Boys, it\nwill never do; the man's alive.\" \"Can't\nhelp it.\" said the conductor, \" he'll never\nknow anything again, and we can't wait\nhere.\" The brakeman who had discovered\nthe corpus delicti theory agreed with the\nconductor ; so did the other brakeman, and\nthe fireman signified his acquiescence an\nshoveling in more coal. .Meantime the myb\nwho was already in the furnace had raisde\ntho steam to that pitch where it lifted the\nsafety valve and was blowing off in a way\nto drown all discussion.\n\" Shove him iu !\" yelled somebody, and\nin went tlie man, who was yet breathing.\"\nMr. .Smith says that Jim Scovel afterward told him that for the next fifty miles\nthat engine wouldn't make steam. She was\ncranky and stubborn, and when they got to\ntbe shops they had to take her apart and\nclean her from piston head to fire-boy. But\nthe corpus delicti was disposed of, and to\nthis day probably the governor of that\nestate docs not know of the incident.\nHOUSEHOLD.\nA Spring Sons;,\nWhon all the world soca sweothenrting -\nWhen all lhc world is young\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\nIn cowslip time, in blackbird timo,\nThe waking Held* 111110111.',\nGive mo thy hand, my dearest lovo,\nAnd ci me abroad to see;\nThe land is full of love and hope\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\nAnd so i\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD life to me!\nThc starling's love, in Inns;, shy cull-,\nComes from tho leafing trees;\nAnal thrush and chaffinch swell the talc\nAdown lhc moist, warm breeze.\nSee. primrose und anemono\nFrom tin- soft ground havo sprung;\nAnd thogreonoarlh is all in bud-\nForull lhe world is young I\nCome, lei us \"smellthe do'.v and rain,\"\nNow II Is overpast;\nFor every breath is InconBo-fraught,\nThe Spring is hero at last I\nAnd pine la Winter's Inn},', dark night.\nAnd fair has dawned love's day.\nSweet heart, we never can grow old\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\nIt must he always May I\n-[.Miircia Tyinlalc.\nneatly\ncloths.\nhemmed dishcloths and dusting\nCare for the face,\nfell back in a swoon. A score of strong I married again. He did not deny that he\nhands seized upon the man wbo had launch-1 could have stopped the marriage cu\ned this bolt from the blue, while hoarse\nmurmurs arose. \"He's mad !\"\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\" he's\ndrunk !\"\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\" duck him in the liorscpond !\"\nresounded on every sido, and tbo excited\nrustics would havo mado short work of it\nhad I not spotted the village constable, and\nseizing him by the arm dragged him to the\nspot.\n\" I tell you she is my wile. If you don't\nbelieve mo ask her,\" exclaimed the man,\nas tho crowd by whom ho was being severely hustled fell back to make way for the\nconstable.\nMeanwhile the bride had beon carried\ninto the vestry, on the table of which still\nlay the register sho had so recently signed,\nThe schoolmaster seemed but a poor tool,\nand was too bewildered by the suddenness\nol the attack to be capable of doing anything\nbut look helplessly on.\nThe constable wanted to take the cause\nof all this disturbance Into custody as e rogue\nand vagabond. I suggested that it might\nbo as well first to hear what the officiating\nclergyman had lo say, and although be\nseemed inclined to resent my interference,\n1 induced bim at last to take the man round\nto the vestry door, whither 1 accompanied\nthem. Ilcrea conference look place. The\nman gave his name us William Chandler,\nand repeated that the woman just married | i. Yes, it's him, sure enough,\" she said\nwas lua lawful wife, adding that he owed when she bad glanced at Chandler. \"Like\n^^_^^_ = remony\ntaking place had be liked, but added, amid\nthe unrestrained hisses of the spectators in\ncourt, that he \" did not aee why he shooi\nhave put himself out about her\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BDsbe never\ncared twopence for him after she knew he\nhad no money,\"\n\".\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BDind you say this woman is your lawful\nwife?\" asked the presiding magistrate.\n\"I do,\" replied the man.\n\" When and where were you married';\"\nasked the magistrate's clerk.\n\" At Chepstow Church, by license, on the\nfirst of Mav, 1878,\" was the reply.\n\"Vou being then a bachelor?\" was the\nnext question.\nTlie witness hesitated a moment, then\nanswered \" Yes,\"\n\" You lie, you villain,\" exclaimed a shrill\nfemale voice at the rear of the court. \" Il\nyou're William (.'handler, I'm your lawful\nwife, for you married me first. Ain't one\nenough?\"\n\"Make way for that woman,\" said the\nclerk. \"Cmne forward.\"\nBy dint ol muoh pushing and exertion the\nwoman edged her way through the excited\ncrowd till she stood by the side of the man\nshe claimed. She waa a coarse-featured,\nred-faced woman of middle age,yet with the\nremnants of 1 ygone beauty.\nY\nHornless Cattle,\nIn the removal of horns as of many other\nundesirable things prevention is better than\ncure. Whether dehorning is injurious or\nnot it must be painful and a shock to tho\nanimal, and the operation in its preparati on\nand execution ia one of no little trouble.\nWould it not be better to breed the horns\noff'! A bull of tho Bed Polled English breed\ncrossed upon any of the homed breeds is so\nprepotent that the horns disappear with the\nfirst cross almost invariably and the Devon\nred color appears.\nThese cattle have been bred in Norfolk\nand Suffolk counties England for over 100\nyears. The first authentic Importation was\nby (J. F. Tuber of Bawling, N. Y,, in lho\nfull of IH\".'i, and now they are distributed\niu most all the states of the Union. Tbey\naro very numerous and deservedly popular\nin the Western States nud on the great\nranches. All of the beneficial results of no\nhorns usually noticed lu-side many others\napply to this breed, They are hardy and\nexcellent both for the dairy and for beef,\nand it is safe to say are the best all round\ncattle known. They are peculiarly suited\ntn the climate, pasturage nnd neeilBnftbe\nNow England statos, and yet from the last\nherd book there appears lo be but three\nproprietors of vory small herds in all of that\nsection.\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD [U. K. Tuber, in Our Orange\nHomes,\nNothing to Orow About.\nLittle Arthur was visiting his grandmother, who owned a large rooster that was\npossessed of lighting qualities. Arthur\nwent out to food the chickens, when the\nrooster Hew at him, pocking him severely,\nArthur boat him off as well as he could\nand finally got away and ran to the house.\nSome time later bo was playing on tho\nporch, when nil at once the rooster flew upon\nan adjoining fence and crowed lustily.\nArthur looked up and exclaimed :\n\" You lie, you lit-; you didn't lick mo! I\nruiined!\"\nTho Rothschilds annually givo 100,000\nfrancs to deserving persons who have difficulty in paying their rents,\nCollectors of postage-stamps will bo glad to\nlearn that orders have been issued through\nout I'russia for the prosecution of all who\nare found manuiacluring forged stamps,\nA Good Husband.\nA most delightful man, who is handsome\nenough to cause many a maiden's heart to\nflutter, and who is well enough off to be a\nsuitable cause, in mamma's estimation, for\nthe fluttering was modest enough to affirm\nthat he remained single owing to the fact\nthat he did not feel capable of making a\nwoman happy. This very statement revealed the truth that he would indeed be\nthe man to make one of the best of husbands, and in consequence make a very-\nhappy woman of the girl he chose for his\nwife.\nIt is not the man who is afraid he will\nnot fill the bill in the matrimonial play that\nis the one that fails signally in the role. If\nhe ever ventures so far and asks a woman to\nbe his wife she is pretty sure that her life\nwill be pleasant so far as her domestic relations are concerned. If his modesty is not\nassumed he will never quite recover from\nthe surprise at her accepting him, and ho\nwill always regard her love as a possession\nthat is exceedingly precious and must be\ncarefully guarded lest it slip away from him.\nNo mailer how many years they are married it will always be the same, and the\nmodest, unassuming bachelor will prove\nthe devoted, admiring husband to the end.\nOn the other hand, the superb creature\nwho consider* that he bestows a little slice\nof heaven with the giving of bis name is the\none that is going to make a girl wretched\nHe feels as though perhaps he were too precipitate in his wooing and shows her by his\nactions if he does not tell her in so many\nwords that there were many other girls just\ndying for him.\nIf money is scarce it will not be he that\nwill suffer. His glorious form must be arrayed in gorgeous apparel his luncheons\nnecessarily of the finest, and his cigars the\nbest, though perhaps at home, his wife in a\ngarment that may have been one of the\ndresses of her trousseau many years ago,\neats warmed over messes and does her own\nwork. He, in his p-ide, considers it enough\nhonor for any woman simply to bear his\nname, and if it were suggested to him that\nhis wife was miserable he would not credit\nsuch a ridiculous statement.\nGirls, do not bo deceived by the gay,\nshowy men, who are essentially selfish and\nwho could never love anyone as well as their\nown charming selves. Do not let the fine\nfigure, handsome face and dashing air make\nyou snub the quiet, modest chap who blushes when you speak and appears a trifle\nstupid before the gay witticisms and flow of\ntalk of the more dashing rival. The modest\nman is the one for the long race and, if your\nhead is level and your heart in the right\nplace, the evanescent charms of the one\nwill be completely swallowed up and lost\nsight of in the substantial lasting character\nof the other.\nIt i.s said that good soap is a great be.iuti-\nticr and a great preventive of the uncomely\nlooking \" blackheads\" which are such a disfigurement and are so hard to get rid of,\nI he real cause of these unpleasant little\nspecks is not, as a rule, anything more\nserious than this. Some people have much\nlarger skin pores than others, and the dust\ncollects, settles and finally forms a hard,\nblack little substance which probably would\nnever have had achauceof development if\nthe skin was thoroughly washed with soap\ntwice a day and rubbed vigorously with a\ncoarse towel. Do not be afraid of a red\nnose ; the redness will soon fade away and\nleave no trace.\nWe will add that the face should be greased well after the soap washing has been\ngone through with. A good plan to follow\nis; \l bedtime wash the face with hot\nwater and snap, rinse thoroughly ; then\n\" work in\" by rubbiogslowly and firmly the\ngrease\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BDcold cream preferably. Tbis loosens\nthe blackheads which are so snugly imbedded, and in the morning the soap and water\nwill do better service upon a softened,\npliable skm. Persons with rough skins\nwill be amply paid for their trouble. It is\ntedious to be sure\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BDweeks and months it\nmay be needful to persist in the greasing.\nVeils are undoubtedly a contributory source\nof blackheads. The meshes become saturated with dust and exhalations most injurious to a delicate skin. By constant friction\nthey are rubbed in and settle in the pores\nand are sealed there by a black speck.\nStreet dust is unavoidable, but it is much\nless harmful taken straight to the skin than\nthrough a veil.\nHousekeeping Outfit,\nI would not get too large a supply, says\na writer in the Housekeeper in giving advice to prospective brides. I think the\nfollowing would be a good outfit if I had to\npay for it: Six sheets, six pair pillow slips\n(don't get shams, they are quite out of\nstyle), two cheese-cloth comfortables, two\nblankets, two summer (light) quilts, two\nor three turkey-red or silesia comfortables\nand one or two nice bedspreads,\nFor sheets get the Utica sheeting, two\nand a half yards wido, at from 22 to 25\ncents a yard. It requires two and a half\nyards for a sheet. The pillow-cases should\nlie made of fruit-of-the-loom muslin, 45\ninches wide, which cosIb about 16 cents a\nyard and requires one yard per pillow. The\ncheese-cloth comfortables you can make\nyourself, Cut the cloth in desired lengths\nand sow up seams, place as many layers of\ncotton as desired between thc cloth and\nfasten at regular intervals with hluo or red\nzephyr or Gerniantown. Buttonhole stitch\nor bind the edge. Your summer quilts you\nmight make of white twilled muslin, stitched in some pretty design with the machine,\nnr you can take six-inch-sqiiare blocks of\nthe muslin upon which work outline designs iu red embroidery cotton, and around\nedge of blocks sew strips of turkey red to\nform a border. Sew blocks together, line\nwith turkey red and bind the edge with\nthe same or with braid, When completed,\nyour quilt looks like a lot of little pictures\nin red frames. This, however, would take\nmore time than you probably have to spare\nal present You can make the silesia\nquilts too, but you can buy comfortable!\nready-made at all prioes, from thc turkey-\nred, calico on one side, at 08 cents, to tho\nirctty sateens which conic as high as $3,76.\n1 like all white best for a bed and would\nadvise you to got a white marseilles spread\nwhich sell from 81.50 upward, or even a\nhoneycomb spread would look better than\nnone at all,\nFor your tabic you will need a cover of\nheavy white canton flannel, sixty-eight\ninches wide, which comes special for thi\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\npurpose at from seventy-five cents a yard.\nTable damask hy the yard is cheapor for\nordinary use us are also the napkins, and\ntherefore more desirable for you. Of courso\nyou will have to hem the two ends. As to\ntbo quantity and quality in this aa woll as\nin tho towels, you must follow your own\njudgement and means, Tray cloths, doilies,\ncurving cloths and scarfa can be added\ngradually,\nA dozen toilet towels with a few Turkish\nbath towels will probably bo sufficient to\nstart with. You can add to your stock\ngradually tho same as in table linen, For\ntlio kitchen get tho twilled crash for dish\ntowels and checked linen glass toweling at\nfrom 10 to 22 oonts a yard, according to\nwidth, Also provide yourself with a few\nOn a Point in \" Cleaning Up\" and Disease\nGerms.\nEvery housekeeper or head of a family\nshould know that the germs or spores of\ndiphtheria and typhoid fever, as well as\ncholera and probably some other diseases,\nunlike those of scarlet fever, small-pox,\ntuberculosis and others, will take roct, de*\nvelopc mature and multiply outside the living\nhuman body, or other living organism, as\non or in collections\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BDeven very small collections,\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BDminute quantities of damp, organic\nwaste matter. The typhoid bacillus for\nexample, is cultivated in the laboratory on\nthe dump, smooth surface of a cut potato.\nIndeed, it seems that typhoid fever is never\ncommunicated directly from one person to\nanother, hut that its germs must pass\nthrough another phase of existence outside\nof a human body after tbey have been cast\noff from the body of uninfected person before they can again take root in any other\nbody, The same appeals to be the case\nwith cholera. This other phase of existence\nrequires damp or moist organic matter with\na certain degree of temperature, and, it may\nbe, absence of free sunlight. Either milk\nor water not quite pure appears to be a good\nsoil for these germs. A few years ago\ntyphoid fever broke out amongst a small\nbody of soldiers in barracks on the Continent of Europe and in spite of what seemed\nto be every precaution in regard to cleanliness, there were from time to time for years\nrecurrent outbreaks of the disease amongst\nthem. Eventually, however, it was found\nthat the under or inside clothing of the n.ea\nhad not been properly looked after and\nwashed as it should have been and that all\nspots of excreta had not been removed, but\nsome had been allowed to remain on the\nclothing, and on or in these spots the germs\nhad gone through their other form of life,\nwhence they had reinfected the soldiers.\nAfter all the underclothing was regularly\nand carefully cleansed there was no further\noutbreak ot the disease. In \" cleaning up,\"\nthan, it must be borne in mind tbat minute\nquantities of dirt in certain conditions may\nharbour and even devclope, from a chance\ngerm or seed, the infections of sonic of these\ncommunicable diseases.\nHouse - Oletmins* Now ana Among tlie\nAncient Jews: A Oontrast-\nThe Jews of Scripture history knew\nnothing, it appears, oi the microscope nor\nof the nature of disease germs, but the\nJewish housewife evidently felt more than\ndoesl he modern housekeeper the importance\nof thoroughness in house sanitation. If she\nfound a spot of brown or yellow mould\ngrowing upon the wall of her house, she did\nnot simply wipe or wash it off, nor was she\nsatisfied with what is now considered as\ndoing all that domestic sanitation requires,\nthe application of a coat of calcimine or\nwhitewash, or fancy wall paper to paste\nover the walls. Instructed by the priest in\nreference to the danger of living in a house\npermitting the growth of mould, with the\nmyriads of kindred germs which may accompany such condition, the wife and\nmother of that period on the discovery o\nthe patch of mould\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BDthe \" plague spot,\" in\nber dwelling, Immediately moved her family\nout of the dwelling, with all her stores\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\nmats, rugs, blankets, robes, puts, cups,\neto,, probably into n tent, and the priest\ncame in and looked the premises over, and\ninstead of using a little catholic acid nr lime\nwash he brought his servants with trowels,\nshovels and baskets and laid bare the atone\nwalls of that house with such a cleaning\nund scraping as would astonish our modem\ncivilization. Mothers should bear in mind\nthat in rooms, closets or corners which arc\nnot scrupulously clean and dry and in which\nair and sunlight cannot freely penetrate,\nmould spores will take root, and where\nmould spnres will develope and grow, there\nthc soil favours the development of such\ndisease germs as diphtheria, whence they\nmaybe transferred to the little throats of\nthe children.\nThe Luckless Poet.\nYoung Sorlblets is full of wonderment\nTo know the reason why\nThe poem he sent so hopefully\nBrought back such curt reply.\nThe editor wrote with brevity.\nAnd with a touch ol scorn :\n\" It's fellows like you that make a man\nRegret he e'er was born.\"\nBut here is the cause\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BDtbe poem read,\n\"An Ode to Oentle Spring,\"\nAnd it chanced the day it waB received\nTo snow like everything.\nTho tallest treca in thc world are thc gum\ntrees of Victoria, Australia. In some districts they average .100 feet high. The\nlongest, prostrated one measured 470 feet,\nand 81 feet in girth near the roots. LOCAL NEWS.\nF, Eraser has a few of th.ise chuieo\nseed potatoes lelt,\nFor a good shave call at Columbia\nHouse Jiurbi-r Shop.\nLetters trim \" Plebiun \" and Thus.\nLewis will appear next week.\nMr. John Dover, of Hunt A* Dover,\njewelers, Nelson, came up nn Wednesday's boat.\nJohn C. Hayes, of Victoria, was iu\ntown this week, and left on Thursday by steamer.\nFather Guertin wus a passenger\nby the Lvttou Irom liubson to Nu-\nItusp of. Wednesday.\nGeorge Laforme has brought his\nhorses up from Spallnmoheen, where\nthey have been wintering.\nProumt baldness by getting your\nhair singed by Prof. Gilbert at. Columbia lli,use Harbor ehop.\nService will bo heid by the Rev.\nT. Patou in the Presbyterian church\nat 1.60. to m, now evening.\nIlovelstoke Lumber Company are\nin thu thick uf an extremely busy\nseasuu just uow, and several men\nnro wanted.\nMr. James E. Steen, publisher of\ntbo Winnipeg Commercial, was iu\ntown ou Monday, and went down\nriver Tuesday morning.\nRev. Mr. Ladner will preach tomorrow in Ihe Methodist Church,\nmorning at 10.30, eveuing at 1.60,\nAll are cordially invited*\nMr. W. Cowan, who went down to\nNakusp on business Thursday morning, arrived up last night. Ilo intends building there shortly.\nAmong thu Kootenay'e passengers\nfor points dowu river on Wednesday\nwere Miss Christie, dr. F. G. Christie and Mr. W. A. Jowett, of Revel-\nBtoke.\nOn and after the lst July the run\nbetween Montreal and Vanoou-er\nover tbe C.P.R. (2000 miles) will be\naccomplished in live days\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BDa gain of\none day.\nBishop Sillitoo, of Now Westmiu-\nBter, came up on the str. Lytton rn\nWednesday. His lordship preached\na Si ruion iu Hume's Hall, Nelson,\nJaBt Sunday.\nA bunch of 18 milch cows were\nshipped on the Lytton on Thursday\nfor Messrs. Hurry k Campbell, who\nintend starling a dairy ut Nelsou.\nTho cows woro from Kettle River.\nILLECILLEWAET,\nKootenay, B.C.\nWeal-\nHOTEL,\nind Telgraph\nMERCHANTS'\nClose to Station, Post\nOflices.\nC. N. NELLIi-3 & CO., Pr'ps.\nConducted us u lirst-i'luss Hotel,'the\ncomfort of visitors being the\nfirst iiini iivor of tbo\nproprietors.\nBathrooms axd every Convenience,\nSADDLE .v-\nKept for uso of\nThe scenery around J\nunsurpussed forgrandeu\nPACK HOUSES\nmeets and residents.\necillewaet is\nunci tourists\nwill find lin- Morohunts' Hotel one of\nthe most comfortable uud best equip,\nped in tbo mountains.\nGOOD STABLING.\nHurrah\nFOR ILLEGILLEWAE'J\nAND FISH CREEK!\nThe I'xiii'iisiiisi-ii has\nPack & Saddle Horses\nAT ILLECILLEWAET,\nIu readiness at nil times, uud is prepared to do all packing\nrequired\nAT LOWEST POSSIBLE KATES.\nII. N. Coursier\nIS OPENING UP WITH AN ENTIRELY NEW STOCK OF\nGROCERIES,\nOrders left ut C. P.\nreceive prompt\nJ. 1*.\nli. Station will\nattention.\nCallaway.\n, ffl . *-*' ''.'\ncA.:. Tne presjdi ni an., sucn lar'\nof im- Of nu. ,ni., i.'d ^ 11. ,1 Hiiinl-,\nand U. J. 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I Ui\n. . . [a al\n.\n,: \u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD 1'iiicl i,\n,, ,, itH will hhvi luonoy\nfroiglil r\t\n. \u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD i'\nI'i,II in,,I roliablo Information givon\niy\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD] i D, li liHON \,\n,, n'l [''reight \g't, \ tuiotivor,\nor to I. T. IlKEWSTKR,\nAg't I, l'. It, Di [ioi. Hi riiluloiaq\nOptician.\nAll ordei'B by mail or\nexpreso promptly\nattended\nUEJ-'UKLNU\nA\nSPECIALTY.\nAU dcseiijitionsol\ngold and saver.\nW. A. JOWETT,\nNotary Publio,\nJOWETT &\nMiuing, TiAibor\nT, L. HAIG,\nNotary Publiq\nGencnil\nBi'ukei'8 and\nills.\niiii Ki-al Euttttu\nCommission Agoi\nConvoynncoB, \groemonts, Bills of Sule. .Mining Bonds, etc, drawn up,\n[.,,\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD! mu] Aecoiuiti I olloolod ; Mining Olaims Bought und Soli ; Assess*\n...ml \u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD,, \u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD Miuiug Claims Attondud lo; i'utenta Applied tor,\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BDto\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD Etc,\n. | im , ij ;. ,', ,,, : ii.l IK8VUANCE AOEKTS,\nLots mi Townaili \"I\nMuohiuery, Eto,\n,;,,,, ];:,,,.,. tor Sale and Wanted, Agents forHiuing\nIIEVELSTOKE, 11. C."@en . "Newspapers"@en . "Revelstoke (B.C.)"@en . "The_Kootenay_Star_1892_05_21"@en . "10.14288/1.0310157"@en . "English"@en . "50.998889"@en . "-118.195833"@en . "Vancouver : University of British Columbia Library"@en . "Revelstoke, B.C. : M. McCutcheon"@en . "Images provided for research and reference use only. Permission to publish, copy, or otherwise use these images must be obtained from the Digitization Centre: http://digitize.library.ubc.ca/"@en . "BC Historical Newspapers"@en . "Original Format: Royal British Columbia Museum. British Columbia Archives."@en . "The Kootenay Star"@en . "Text"@en . ""@en .