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I fielf, holding tigght tc the sheet with one
F E hand, and balanoiug himself of we11 as he
1 was able on the deck, reached out wick the
other a stout boathook to draw the tossing
0 R body alongside within hauling distance of
the Mud -Turtle. A0110 did so, the body,
eluding his grasp, rose ouee more on the
crest of the wave, and displayed to their
view an open bosom and a long white dress,
with a floating scarf or shawl, of some thin
material still hanging loose around the neck
and shoulders. The face itself they couldn't
lee yet distinguish ; ie fell bank languid be-
neath the spray at the top, eco that only the
throat and shin were vieible ; but by the
dress and the open bosom alone, it was
clear at ono tbat the object they saw was
not the corpse of a sailor. Warren Relf
almost let drop t he boathook in horror
and surprise.
"Great heavens i" ho exclaimed, turning
round excitedly, "it's a woman --a lady—
dead—in the water !
The billows broke, and curled over
majestically with resistless force into the
trough below them. Its undertow sucked
tho Mead -Turtle after it fiercely towards the
shore away from the body. With a violent
effort, Warren Relf, lunging forward eagerly
at the lurch, seized hold of the corpse by the
floating scarf, :It turned of itself as the hook
caught it, and displayed its faee in the
pale starlight. A,' great awe fell sudden.
ly upon the astonished young painter's
mind. It was indeed a woman that ho held
now by the dripping hair—a beautiful
young girl, in ja white dress; and the wan
face was one he had seen before. Even in
that dim .half-light he recognized her
instantly.
Frank 1" ho oried out in a voice of
hushed and reverent surprise—" never mind
the ship. Come forward and help me. We
must take her on board. I know her J I
know her ! She's a friend of Maseinger's."
The corpse was one of the two young
girls he had seen that day two months be-
fore sitting with their arms round one
another's waists, close to the very spot
where they now lay up, on the gnarled and
naked roots of the famous old poplar.
(TO BE CONTINIIED,)
SUNSHINE AND SELADE,
CHAPTER IX,
Meanwhile, Warren Relf, navigating the
pervasive and ubiquitous little Mud -Turtle,
had spent hie summer congenially in cruising
in and out of Essex mudflats and Norfolk
broads accompanied by hie friend and chum
Potts, themarine painter—now lyinghigh and
dry with the ebbing tido on some broad bare
bank of ribbed sand, just relieved by a bat.
tle-royal of gulls and rooks from the last re.
preach of utter monotony ; now working
hard at the counterfeit presentment of a
green -grown wreck, all picturesque with
'waving tresses of weed and sea -wrack,.
in some stranded estuary of the Thames
backwaters ; and now again tossing and lop.
ping on the uneasy bosom of the German
Ocean, whose rise and fall would seem to
suggest to a casual observer's mind the ph -
siological notion that its own inoluded crabs
and lobsters had given it a prolonged and
serious fit of marine indigestion.
For a couple of months at a stretch the
two young artists had toiled away ceaseless-
ly at their labour of love, painting the sea
itself and all that therein is, with the
eyots, creeks, rivers, sands, cliffs, banks,
and inlets adjacent, in everyvariety
of mood or feature, from its glassiest calm
to its angriest tempest, with endless pa.
donee, delight, and satisfaction. They en-
joyed their work and it repaid. them. It was
almost al the payment they ever got, indeed,
for, like loyal sons of the Cheyne Row Club,
the crew of the Mud Turtle were not suc-
cessful. And now, as September was more
than half through, Warren Reif began to be.
think himself at last of Hugh Messinger,
whom he had left in rural ease on dry land
at Whitestrand under a general promise to
return for him ' in the month of the decline
of roses, some time between the 15th and
the 20th. So, on a windy morning, about
that precise period of the year, with a north
easterly breeze setting strong across the
North sea, and a falling barometer
threatening squalls, according to the printed
weather report, he made his way out of the
mouth of the Yare, and turned southward
before the flowing tide in the direction of
Whitestrand.
The seawas running high and splendid, and
the two young painters, inured to toil and
accustomed to• danger, thoroughly enjoyed
its wild magnificence. A storm to them
was a study in actin». They could take
notes calmly of its fiercest moments. Al-
most every wave broke over the deck ; and
the patient little Mud -Turtle, with her flat
bottom and centreboard keel, tossed about
like a walnut shell on the surface of tho
water, or drove her nose madly from time
to time into the crest of a billow, to emerge
triumphant one moment later, all shining
and dripping with sticky brine, in the deep
trough on the other side. Painting in such
a sea was of course simply impossible ; but
Warren Relf, who loved his art with
supreme devotion, and never missed an
opportunity of catching a hint from his ever-
changing model under the most unpromis-
ing circumstances, took out pencil and paper
a dozen times in the course of the day to
preserve at least in black and white some
passing aspect of her mutable features.
Potts for the most part managed sheet and
helm ; while Relf, in the intervals of lulling
or tacking holding bard to the mainmast
with his left arm, and with his left hand
just grasping his drawing -pad on the other
side of the mast, jotted hastily down with
his right whatever peculiar form of spray
or billow happened for the moment
to catch and' impress his artistic fanny.
It was a glorious day for those who liked
it ; though a land -lubber would no doubt
have roundly called it a frightful voyage.
They had meant to make Whitestrand
before evening; but halfway down, an in.
cident of a sort that V arren Relf could
never bear to miss intervened to delay them.
They fell in casually with a North Sea traw-
ler, disabled and distressed by last night's
gale, now scudding under bare poles before
the free breeze 'that churned and whitened
the entire surfa;ie of the German Ocean.
The men on board were in sore straits,
though not as yet in immediate danger ;
and the yawl gallantly stood in close by
her, to piok up the swimmers in case of seri-
ous accident. The shrill wind tore at her
mainmast ; the waves charged hor in vague
ranks ; the gaff quivered and moaned at
the shooks ; and ever and anon, with a bel-
lowing rush, the resistless sea swept over
her triumphantly from stern to stern.
Meanwhile, Warren Reif, eager to fix this
stray episode on good white paper while it
was still before his eyes, made wild and
rapid dashes on his pad with a sprawling
hand, which conveyed to his mind, in
strange shorthand hieroglyphics some faint
idea of the scene as it passed before him.
"She's a terrible bad sitter, this smack,"
he observed in a loud voice to Potts, with
good-humored enthusiasim, as they held on
together with struggling hands on the deck
of the Mud -Turtle. ," The moment you
think you've just caught her against the
skyline on the crest of a wave, sho lurches
again, and over she goes, plump down fate
the trough, before you've had a chance to
make a single mark upon your sheet of
paper. Ships aro always precious bad sit,
tars at the best of times ; but when you and
your model are both plunging and tosaing
together in dirty weather on a loppy chan-
nel, I don't believe even Turnor himaol
could make much out of it in the way of a
sketch from nature.—Hold, hard, there,
Frank 1 Leek out for your head 1 Sbe's
going to eliipa thundering big sea across
her bows this very minute.— By Jove
I wonder bow the i3mack stood that
last high wave 1—Ia sho gone ? Did it
break over her. Can you sec her ahead
there? "
"She's all right still," Potts shouted from
the flow, where ho stood now in his oilskin
suit, drenched from head to foot with the
dashing spray, but cheery as ever, in true
sailor fashion, " I can see her mast just
showing above the creat. But it must have
given her a jolly good wetting. Shall we
signal the men to know if they'd like to
dome aboard here?"
" Signal away," Warren Reif answered
g dd. 44 NO mora ket sketching fore tn ef the
ee le to -day,
Wind.
I take it. That last lot she shipped wet my
pad through and through with the nasty
damp brine, I'd better put my eketeh, ae
far as it goes, down below in the looker,
Wind's freshening. We'll have enough to
do to keep her nose straight in half a gale
We're going within four or live points of the
wind now, as it is. I wish we could run
clear ahead at once for the poplar at White -
strand. I would too, if it weren't for the
smack. This is getting every bit as hot as
tkeepan eye upon
u We
I like it But w
her, if we don't want her rew to be all
dead men. She can't live six hours longer
in a gale like to•day's I'll bet you any
money."
They signalled the men, but found them
unwilling still, with true entering devotion,
to abandon their ship, which had yet some
hours of life left in her. They'd stink to
the smack, the skipper signalled back in
mute pantomime, as long as her timbers.
held out the water. There was nothing
for it, therefore, butto lie hard by her, for
humanity's sake, as close as possible, and
to make as slowly as the strength of the
wind would allow, by successive tacks, for
the river -mouth at W hiteetrand.
All day long, they held up bravely, lurch-
ing and plunging on the angry waves; and
only towards evening did they part company
with the toiling smack, as it was growing
dusk along the lcw flat stretch of shore by
Dunwich. There, a fish -carrier from the
North Sea, one of these fast long steamers
that plough the German ocean on the look.
out for the fishing fleet—whose catohea they
take up with all speed to the London mar-
ket, fell in with them in the very nick of
time, and transferring the crew on board
with some little difficulty, made fast the
smack—or rather her wreck—with a tow-
line behind, and started under all steam,
to save her life, for the port of Harwich.
Wai en Relf and his companion, dispising
such aid, and preferring to live it out by
themselves at all hazards, were left behind
alone with the wild evening, and proceeded
in the growing shades of twilight to find
their way up the river at Whitestrand..
" Can you make out the poplar, Frank ?"
Warren Relf shouted out, as he peered
ahead into the deep gloom that enveloped
the coast with its murky covering. We've
left it rather late, I'm afraid, for pushing
up the creek with a sea like this 1 Unless
we can spot the poplar distinctly, I should
hardly like to risk entering it by the red
light on tho sandhills alone. Those must
be the lamps at Whitestrand Hall, the three
windows to starboard yonder. The poplar
ought to show by rights a point or so west
of them, with the striped buoy just a little
this side of it."
" I can make out the striped buoy by the
white paint on it," his companion answered,
gazing eagerly in front of him ; " but I
fancy it's a shade too dark now to be sure of
the poplar. Tho lights of the gall don't
seem quite regular. Still, I should think
we could make the creek by the red lantern
and the beacon at the lithe, without mind-
ing the tree, if you care to risk it. You
know your way up and down the river as
well as any man living by this time ; and
we've got a fair bretze at our backs, you
see, for going up the mouth to the bend at
Whitestrand."
The wind moaned like a woman in agony.
Tho timbers creaked and groaned and crack-
led. The black waveslashed savagely over
the deck. The Mud Turtle was almost on
the shore before they knew it.
" Luff, luff 1" Relf called out hastily, as
he peered once more into the deepening gloom
with all his dyes. "By George 1 we're wrong.
I can see the poplar—over yonder ; do you
catoh it? We're out of our bearings a quar-
ter of a mile. We've gone too far now to
make it this tack. We must try again, and.
get our points better by the high light.
That was a narrow squeak oft it, by.
Jove! Frank. I can twig where we've
got to now, distinctly. It's the lights in the
house that led us astray. That's not the
Hall : it's the windows of the vicarage."
They ran out to eastward again, for more
sea -room, a couple of hundred yards, or
farther, and tacked afresh for the entrance
of the creek, this time adjusting their course
better for the open mouth by the green lamp
of the beacon on the aandhili. The light
fixed. on their own masthead threw a glim-
mering ray ahead from time to time upon
the angry water. It was a hard fight for
mastery with the wind. The waves were
setting in fierce and strong towards the creek
now ; but the tide and stream on the other
hand were ebbing rapidly and steadily out-
ward. They always ebbed fast at the turn of
the tide; as Relf knew well; a rushing ourrent
est in then round the corner by the poplar
tree, the same current that had carried
out Hugh Messinger so resistlessly sea-
ward in that little adveuturo of hie
on the morning of their first arrival at
Whitestrand. Only an experienced mariner
dare face that bar. But Warren Relf was
accustomed to the coat, and made light of
danger that other men trembled at.
As they neared the poplar a second time,
making straight for the mouth with nautical
dexterity, a pale object on the port bow,
rising and, falling with each rise and fall of
the waves on the bar, attracted Warren
Relf's casual attention for a single moment
by its strange weird likeness to a human
figure. At that, he hardly regarded the
thing seriously as anything more than a
stray bit of flaating wreckage ; but presently
the light from' the masthead fell full upon it
and with Is sudden flash he felt convinced a,
once it was something etranger than a mere
plank or fragifihent of rigging.
" Look yonder, 'Frank," he called out in
echoing tones to his mate; that can't be a
buoy upon the port •bow there 1"
The other an looked et it lug and
i looked the Mud -Turtle
sibs
steadily. A ,
lurched once more, and east a reflected pen-
cil ray of light front the masthead lamp over
the surface of the sea, away in the direction
of the auspicious object, Both men caught
sight at once of some floating white drapery,
swayed by the waves, and a pale face up.
turned in ghastly silence to the uncertain
starlight.
" Port your holm hard 1" Reif cried in
haste, "It's a man overboard. Washed
off the amaek porhape. lies drowned by
this time I expect, poor follow."
His companion ported the helm at
the word with all bis might. Tho
yawl answered well in spite of tho
breakers. With great difi'ioulty, be-
tween wind and tide, they lay up towards
the myster ous thing Slowly in the very
trough of the billows that roared and danced
With hoarse joy over the ahalloer bar ; and
An Ingenious Ibeplonlat.
The peaceful solution of the recent Hay-
tian troubles shows that old President Salo-
mon is an ingenious diplomat. Having
found two of his Ministers concerned in a
plot to overthrow him, he hired them, as
the story brought by the Yantic goes, at
$5,000 each to consent to be`banished. So,
banished they were, Secretary F. Manigat,
of the Interior Department and of Public
Instruction, to Cuba, and Secretary Logi-
time to Jamaica. A less original statecraft
would perhaps have shot them off -hand ;
but they had zealous adherents who might
have instantly sought to avenge them. A
revolution in Hayti is always in order, and
it is a long timesinoe an old-fashioned re-
volt has occurred. Recognizing this fact,
the energetic and skilful old president
barred it by varying the ordinary rude
method of dealing with malcontents by that
of voluntary and paid exile. Their com-
patriots could hardly, take umbrage at
this liberal .arrangement for foreign resi-
dence. Still, it is admitted that the present
peace is only temporary. President Salo.
mon, who was chosen in 1879 for seven
years, and again in 1886 for seven years
more, has been extraordinarily successful in
keeping himself in power ; but the burdens
of taxation constantly prompt to revolt.
ORGIN OF SIIRNA.IIIES.
many of Them Taken from Places—Others
from Occupations and Personal Traits.
Not only countries but counties and towns
were a fruitful source of surnames, writes
Prof. N. H. Egleston. John from Cornwall
become John Cornwall or Cornish. Richard
who lived near a piece of woodland was
spoken of as Richard at or near the wood,
originating the surname Atwood, or John
living near a hill became John Hill. So
with Underhill, Atwell, eto. John living
near a clump of oaks was John atten oaks,
abbreviated into Noakes ; or William who
had pitched his tent or cabin near a notable
ash tree was known as William at the ash
or William atten ash, which easily drifted
into Nash. So, too, Thomas who lived near
a small stream (or in Anglo Saxon a becket)
was Thomas at the becket, and thus was
named the martyr Thomas a Becket. The
mootcommon terminations of English sur-
names taken from places are ford, ham, lea,
and ton. Ford is from the Saxon faxen, to
go, signifying the place where a stream
could be crossed.
In the name of Shakespeare's birthplace we
have a memento of three different eras of
English history, viz„ the periods of the oc-
cupancy by the old Britons, the Romans,
and the Saxons. Staat is an abbreviation of
strata (street), the name by which the great
Roman roads were known. Ford tells us
that one of these roads crossed a stream, and
Avon is the name which the old Britons or
Celts gave to the stream.
The.word lea, legh, or leigh, signifying a
partially wooded field, served as the ending
for many surnames, such as Horsley, Cow-
ley, Ashley, Oakley, Lindley, and Berkley,
or Birohley. Hay or haw means a hedge,
and this has given tit Ifayes, Haynes, Haley,
Haywood, Hawes, Haworth, Hawthorn,
Haughton, or Houghton.
Occupations, too, have afforded au end-
less army of surnames. This method was
used by the Romans in such names as Yob -
rims (smith), Pieter (painter), Agricola
(farmer). In England a skilful hunter
would adopt that as his surname, and
equally so with the carpenter, joiner, saw-
yer, baker, or butcher.
Personal traits and complexions, too, gave
rise to surnames. From the former we have
the names Stout, Strong, Long, Longman,
Longgfellow ; and from the latter Brown,
Elaok,etc. Some mental and metal traits
wore also used to denote surnames, Richard
I. of England was better known se Richard
of the Lion Heart. The next stop would
be to derive from this quality the surname
Lyon.
FOE ANDi ABOUT WOMEN.
/.l, Rau or A HusiiAND,
Nota day passes but some amusing ipol-
dent occurs on the street -oars that relieves
the general monotony of a ride in one of
these modern conventenoee, 'Xeeterday
afternoon as aRidge road ear was ooming
up Lake avenue, the driver stopped on being
signaled by a young man on a crossing not
far from Driving Park avenue. The young
man was accompanied by a rather pretty
y
oung woman w
o was dreeeed in a light, - ymmr attire and carried a fano color-
ed,
or
ed,eun
parasol.. The young man jumped
aboard the oar first and rushed inside, se-
curing the only seat vacant, leaving the
young woman to follow as boot she could..
Oi course every one expected that he would
give up his seat to Ms lady, but he did net
do so, and she, after standing awhile, hold-
ing on to a strap, concluded to have a seat
anyway, and, without a word of warning,
plumped down on the lap of her escort, say-
ing as she did au, "I'm as tired as you are,
darling, and you will have to hold me until
I can get a seat." He gave a grunt of the
hog kind, and told her in plain English that
she could stand or eit on the floor for all he
cared, but he wouldn't hold her.
At this several male occupants of the oar
offered their seats to the young woman, but
she declined their offer and said ;—" He's
as able to hold me now as he was before we
were married, and I will sit where I am."
The passengers were up to [thia tune silent-
ly smothering their laughter, but the last
was too much for them, and one of. them
remarked, '" the car will be thrown from the
track unless we stop laughing so hard."
Realising the fact that be was making a
target of himself the young man rose hastily,
nearly throwing his darling wife on the
floor, and made a rush for the door, saying
as he did so, " You take my seat ; I'll walk
home," and left the car. The wife was not
dismayed in the least, but sat there quietly
enjoying the fun as well as did the other
passengers.—[Rochester Democrat.
SWISS GIRLS AS BEASTS OR BURDEN.
No sooner are the girls large enough to
possess the requisite physical strength than
they are set to the most servile work the land
affords. The child has a papier basket
fitted to her shoulders at the earliest possi-
ble moment, and she drops it only when old
age, premature but merciful, robe her of
power to carry it longer. I have seen sweet
little girls of twelve to fourteen staggering
down a mountain side or along a rough path-
way under the weight of bundles of fagots
as large ah their bodies, which they no
sooner dropped than they hurried back fol
others. I have seen girls of fifteen or six-
teen years barefooted andbareheaded, in the
blistering rays of an August sun, breaking up
the ground by swinging mattocks heavy
enough to tax the strength of an able-bodied
man. And I have known a young miss no
older than these to be employed as a porter
for carrying the baggage of travellers up and
down the ateepeet mountain path in all the
region round about. She admitted that it
was sometimes very hard to take another
step, but yet she must. And she carried
such an amount of baggage ! A stout -limbed
guide is protected by the law, so that ho
cannot be compelled to carry above twenty.
five pounds, but the limit to the burdens
often put upon girls is their inability to
stand up under anything more. But the
burden increases with the age and strength
of the burden -bearers, till by the time the
girls have come to womanhood there is no
sort of menial toil in which they do not
bear a hand—and quite commonly the chief
hand.
Rueband (more savagely than ever) --""Wel
by jingo, y nu are an Idiot,,,
Mat, Langtry is Bald to be aonsidering
revision of her toilet that shall do away
with bustles and tight laves, and allow her
form to resume the shape that nature
intended it should have,
Grace Greenwood says that all Parisian
women are not frivolous, and more than all
Boston women are profound, She does not
believe that ,Anglo Saxons enjoy a monopoly
of home virtues and practicd piety, and
she dosebelieve that the great majority
of French wives are loyal, Frenoh mothers
tender, French grandmothers and elderly
maiden ladies devout.
The Carden of Eden, it is now assorted,
was located in Central A'neriee. Mme,
Alice le Plougeon, wife of an eminent man
of science, is the prophet of the new belief,
and she elaima to have found veritinga which
give the whole history of the human race,
showing that America and Europe were
then united by land which has since been
submerged.
The Nebraska State Journal says : "In a
lisb of young ladies who attended an enter-
tainment the other evening, as reported by
an exchange,, there were four Marcelo, one
Winnie, two Sadies, two Lizzies, three
Annies, one Rosie, one Frankie, two Jennies,
four Wellies and one Letitia, All honor to
the stately Letitia who refused to mutilate
her name. Had Charlotte Corday lived in
these times she would have gone into history
as Lottie."
The influence of the moon upon vegeta-
tion is an interesting problem awaiting solu-
tion. A recent writer, upon the subject
mentions that woodcutters in Cape Colony
and in India insist that timber is full of eap
and unfit to be cut at full moon.
A SENSIBLE BRIDE.
Guests invited to one of theprettiest wed.
dings of the week, writes a New York cor-
respondent, were surprised to read on one
corner of the dainty wedding cards, "No
gifts," engraved in a quaint arabesque scroll,
which perforce attracted attention. It re-
quired some independence of character and
some self-denial to go counter to established
custom in such a matter, but the dimpled
little bride, who looks more like a sweet,
plump, pink and white grown up baby than
a person of strong-minded proclivities, an-
nounced to her friends when they question•
ed her decision, " I won't make my mar-
riage to Archie a Methodist donation
party where all the garish bring in this,
that and the other to patch up the salary.
We have a circle of three or four hundred
friende, and everybody knows that a great
many of then would buy presents for us not
at all because they love us, but because it is
the proper thing, and even if they can't
afford the tax, they mustn't be outdone by
rich Mrs. A. or Mr. B." Society people
have indeed pushed the gift business hard
within a few seasons, until there are dozens
and scores of young married couples who
pinch themselves during Lent and dread the
coming Jane because of the draft the Easter
and early summer weddings make on their
incomes. If matters go on as they are do-
ing now there may sometime be a spring
exodus from New York into the country
and to Europe, comparable to the flight of
the May tax -dodgers from Boston, to escape
paying the debts of honor accumulated in
the shape of 200 or 300 wedding gifts, to bo
returned at the marriage of the givers.
Might have Been Worse.
Duniley (to widow) --And so your hue -
Band len Isis life by falling out of a second -
storey window, Mrs. Hobson ?
Widow --Ab, yes, Mr. Dululey, and was
Instantly killed. It was terrible t terrible 1
Dumley (with genuine attempt at consoles
tion) ---Yes, Mra, Holston, bete—Or—he might
have fallen out of a four•storey window, you
know.
Stanley.
The rumour that Stanley has been wound-
ed in a fight with natives and has been aban.
doned by half of his men cannot be called
absolutely incredible, since it is clear that
some unexpected mishap must be assumed
in order to account for the long lack of au-
thentic tidings from him. As one of the
charges brought against the .gallant explor-
er by his enemies is that he is very ready 'to
fight the Africans, and as ho has taken a,
route of which a' large part has never been,
explored, it is quite possible that he may
have been engaged in battle. But it is
difficult to imagine where his .escort
would go on abandoning him. They are
wholly dependent on him, and ignor-
ant as they must be after their longi
journey how they could reach their homes,
they are more likely to bo utterly and. ab-
jectly dependent than disposedto explore on
their own account. It was in February of
last year that these•peoplc were engaged by
Stanley, and accordingly they have been
with him too long to make their reported
defection very; probable. Last November
there was a story from Congo that "there had
been fighting between natives and Stanley's
force, and that the rear guard of the latter
had been cut off," so that the present rumor
may be a revival of the old one,
NO PLACE non OLD Women'.
There are ',one old women in Terra del
Fuego. Leat this should (cause an exodus
from the civilized world it would perhapstbe
best to explain why. When a women gets
to the right ago, about forty-five, she is
considered to have done her duty. With
appropriate ceremonies, therefore, she is
either laneed or strangled, and the family
larder is replenished with her roasted re-
mains. The women, when they see theltime
of sacrifice approaching, never attempt to
escape it. They regard it as about as settled
a fact as that the wind should blow, clad
never trouble themselves about it. Tho
Fuseans aro not cannibals farther than this.
They never ettt children, young women or
men, --[San Francisco Examiner.
TEACIIINU A NV/PE SENSE.
Wifo(counting over her change after mak.
ing a purchase)—" I guess he's given mo the
wrong change." Huoband (savagely)--" I
thought so ; that's the way eny hard-earned
money goes. Trust a woluan to get fooled,
Go back to the emitter and got it made right
at once." Wife retrains to the emitter and
hands the clerk a $11 bill. husband---" Why,
what haveou been doing ?Wife—" Meki
the change right Re geese"
erme $2 too =lob."
ng
Some Facts About the Poles.
Much less is known about the region sur-
rounding the South Pole than about that in
the neighbourhood of the North Pole, for
this reason, among others, that Polar ex-
ploration has chiefly been iirected towards
the latter. The most successful Antarctic
expeditions wore the American one under
Lieutenant Wilkes in 1838 42 and the Eng-
lish one under Sir James Ross in 1838-43 but
even these accomplished very little in the
way of discovery. The results of Antarctic
exploration so far are thus summarized by
the New York Tribune :—" Nobady has got
within seven or eight hundred miles of the
South Pole ; that icy barriers have been en-
countered which eclipse anything known in
the North frigid zine ; that mountains have
been seen, one shooting forth volcanic
flames, and loftier than any discovered by
Northern explorers ; that all the land there
is covered with snow at all seasons; that no
human being has been met with beyond E5
degrees; that no vegetable growth, except
lichens, hes been seen beyond 58 degrees,
and that no land qucdruped is known to
exist beyond 66 degrees." It is with a view
to the extension of this meagre knowledge
that some German scientists, with whom
Mr. Henry Villard, of Northern Pacific
fame, is co-operating, are about to send out.
another expedition to the South Pole.
Their prospects of success are not encourag-
ing, although it is expected that the use of
steam vessels will enable the explorers to
achieve more than their predecessors.
The New Emperor.
Emperor William's proc tamation issued
yesterday to his people is at least a little
less martial in tone than the pair of proclam-
aions to the army, and the navy that pre-
ceded it. There is in it, nevertheless, neither
aspiration for peace nor expectation of it,
unless in the indefinite phrase " to guard
the peace," which is itself followed by a re-
minder that both Prime) and people must be
"equally ready to make sacrifices for the
Fatherland." That militarism is " in the
saddle " now in Germany and is about to run
a free course seems to be the opinion of the
most competent cbservors. Had there been
any doubt on the subject, the almost start-
ling promptness and exultation with which
tho young Emperor hurried out proclama-
tions to his ;army and his navy, lotting the
one to the people follow later, would have
removed it. Tho whole tone of his essay -like
order to his army, with its expression of a
desire to occupy first the attitude of "war
lord," is ominous. Being thug forewarned,
signs of willingness on the part of the new
Emperor to refrain from pursuing projects
of glory on the i:attle-field will be)hailed
With tho tnoro pleasure. Bub it would be
folly not to see that no such military note•
as this young monarch's has been struck on
the accession of any European sovereign
for many years.—[N. Y. Thrice.
The Grand jury At Chicago recently
brought in the following indictment against
the liquor traffic : "Our investigation of
the murder cases has impressed, tit to the
degree that we ,dean it our official duty to
call the attention of the court tithe follow-
ing fact in the hope that it may have some
little effect on future legislation regarding
the liquor traffic : We find that in every
can of murder ormanalanghter (except ane)
the cause leading to the mime Came direob
from the saloon.