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Home My WebLink AboutThe Exeter Advocate, 1895-7-26, Page 7COMIN' THRO' THE RYE, BY BELBN B. HATIIERS. (CONTINUBD.) "Not long afterward, when he was in the very midst of his hard, fierce struggle to forget, he came by chance upon it, and, though he knew its worthlssness, he 3ong- ed after it8 beauty, ' with a deep and. pas- sionate longing that nearly overcame him; And, after all, the speolaed stains wore faint and. invisible to all eyes save his own, but his standard of purity was a bigh one else had. he not so long sought the mai who should ooma up to it; and a second time he conquered this madness and went hie way. Years after, when he was DO longer seeking good or evil, when his old search after anything perfect seemed faint and far away, he chanced upon a little flower that grew up sweet, and sturdy, and honest, in its quiet corner, past which the world never ran. It was not so gorgeous and stately as the tall white flower, but it had a fair, winsome face, and its clean, • fresh sweetness came more gratefully to the weary, jaded man than had ever the voluptuous beauty of the other, And . thoogh his love of the first had long faded away, this fresher, healthier love took and oast out the last fragments of a lingering, haunting memory; and his heart was as ,empty of all feeling for it as though he had never loved and regretted so bitterly. And so—he was mad, you will say, for had not his experience boon disastrous enough! -'-.he longed for this little flower with a keen intensity that he had never known for' the other." He pauses, and down -drop- ping into the silenoe•come the exquisite notes of a bir which seems to be singing miles above us, oh, so sweetly! in at God's gate, • "Was he quite sure this time?" I ask watching a little snowy sail that is scud- ding across the bit of jasper that shines through the trees. "Was he not afraid that this was a deception like the other?" "He was not afraid of that: he knew its nature through and through, hut some- times he feared he was too late; that an- other man had set his mark ou that flower, and that its treasures wore not for him; at others, lie felt sure it was his own, and, at last, he made up his mind. that he would speak and find out the truth, and know." A rabbit scampering suddenly out of the bushes behind us startles me so violent- ly that I leap pp, and out of my shallow pocket fall two letters, and lie at my feet. Paul stoops, picks them up, turns to give them to me, when something in my face seems to arrest his attention and he looks from me to George's big bold handwrit- ing, and from the letter back to me. "Is either of these from your lover?" he asks, striking them with his forefinger. team,' "And he writes to hint?" "Yes." (I have written George three bald. epistles since I came to Luttrell.) Ho does net speak again immediately, , but his glance fell upon me heavy as a blow. Ah me! men are hard. task masters. Do they love us women at all save for their own pleasure? Are they not merci- lessly cruel when ' wo make them suffer passingpaln or disbornfort? I want to tell him that it is all a mistake; that, if George is rny lover, I am not his; but somehow the Words refuse to utter themselves— "I have not told you the end,of my story," says Paul Vasher; "will you care • to hear it?" "If you please." "I don't know how it was I came to tell It you, unlees indeed it were to convince you that I do not love 1Vliss Fleming. The ending is simple enough; some tales do enclehappily, you know." "And it dia end happily?" I ask, very low, while the dread that has for the past minutes been creeping about my heart trembles and dies. "Yes; I will show her to you some day." "I hope, sir," says a gentle, voice, that sounds sometihng like mine, "that you found her all you could wish." Looking idly down at my lap, I see all my pretty flowers lying headless; did my eing rs strip them from their stalks? "It is cold," I say, shivering; "lotus go in." Side by side down the green glade, we move in silence. About fifty paces from our seat we met Alice, fresh, and fainand blooming as the merging itself. A ice is one of those few people who can look as well by daylight as wax -light. After tho usual salutation— "Hove pale you are?!" she says to me. "Why did you get up so early?" "You forget how I danced, last night," I say, turning aside to pick up my small nephew, who is rendered the freak of for- tune as much by reason of the length of his swallow tailed pelisse as by the un- steadiness of his legs. How she ever got him so far up is a mystery; how to get him down again, I find by experience is a • work of time and difficulty. Alice and Paul are talking about the ball; she with much spirit, he with a list- lessness that makes me look at him once • with shrinking, peeplexed eyes. For a man who is successful in his second courtship, he does not look happy; there Is a dull, disappointed expression upon his ince. "It seems to me," says Alice, "that you are two very lively people; have you been quarreling?" "Qoarroling, Mrs. Lovelace? I think not. I have been telling Miss Adair a story; that is all." To Alice's sisteray looks clad asides of enquiry, I turn blind eyes ant a blank countenance, and. presently, having guid- ed the cherub's stops past the gold and giver fish, whose watery abode he evinces a rooted determination to share, I get away, and upstalrs to my room, and look the door. As I kneel down by my bed- side, and press my knees hard against the floor, I do not say to myself that an exquisite hope that has sprung up, at un- awares, in iny heart is dead; slain by a harp, swift death that, maybe, is more merciful than a halting, lingering ono -- "Luncheon is served," says Annette, entering half an hour later. • I have conoothed my tintidy locks, put ' on fresh ribbons, rubbed my cheeks hard * witb a towel and now 1 look no worse than any other count*, miss, who is not used to racketing, and who stood up for her first' real ball, and danced twenty-one dances ovornight. "And now," I say to myself as I go down the broad stairs: " 'Away I and mock the time with fairest show, False fee° inust iitae what the false heart dOth know.' I dare say George would say my heart Was false, ". CHATPER XII, Out in the gatelen 1 an peeing up and down, up and dawn through the silver bars and the dark shadows, backward mere forward as for a wager, trying to trample out the aching pain in isly heart, as many you; you write to snan encl woman boa tried }afore me, and will try after me In vain, A no e week ago at alls hour I was so happy, Anu tr this :my ita ive perhaps have got rid of this ugly aohaend be inociortately bale y again, but oh! I over kuew the prosp act of a cheerful to- morrow ring any' caution to a chilly to- aay; but it is the present hour Ice,c we hold fast betweeu our hands that is our Ca' 0. I stand still to think, suddenly, of how thorougly George is avenged; of how I have come to suffer all the pains that had laid on him; I can feel for him now, my poor fellow, as I never felt before; trtily pity is sometimes a selfish thlug, I think that, considering our aouth and the few opeortenities that we have had of gambling, George and I show as clean a sheet of bankruptcy hi our hunt affairs as could be seen anywhere. We shall be able to mingle our sighs and groans in a pleasing duet by the river side, for I know now very certainly that, diffloult as I have always found it to look Open George as my future husband, when nothing more than a girl's idle .fancy stood between, we are now as utterly separated as thoeigh either or both of us lay in our coffins. Ills instinct warned him truly, when ha stood before me, and entreated me not to came on this visit! had I not in truth done better to stay at Silverbridge? Might I not haVe come to love my yellow -haired laddie and never had my llama hardened by PrinocaCharming who came too late? My heart is sore as I think of the wads I have to speak to him, sweet, pleasant -sounding words, bright with truth: "I have fallen In love with somebocly,George, who is in love with somebody else," That is plain enough at all events, I think I must have loved that other over since the old Charter's days without knowing it. Was it his memory, I wonder, that made my eyes so fastidious when they essted on George? Was I ever unconsciously comparing my fair-browed lover with the dark, strong face that I havaseen often and pale under the lips of the woman he loved, and who loved him? We shall be a lovelorn assembly at Sin verbriclge; the thought of how everyody will be in love with everybody else pro - yokes an unwilling smile from. me. George is in love with me, I DIttin love with Paul, Paul is in love with soinebody else; now, if she would only come to Sil- verbridge and fall in love with George. Will Paul expect me to listen to the tale of his lady-luve's perfections? I am puzzl- ed toeknow evhy-he should have told me of her at all, for clearly he has told no one else here. Probably he has favored me with his notice because he has all along had me in his eye as a nice, comfortable sort of person to whom he can maunder on by the hour about his charmer's pefrec- tons. I told him When he came here that I would be gooseberry to hine; has he tak- en me at my word, and is he going to make a listening one of me? I have always been afraid. that he would come under Silvia's influence again, but he has not. Paul IS neither a weak nor a forgiving man. I like these strong, deep natures the impulsive, pleasant -mannered, facile folk may be twice as lovable, but they are like sand, and that whieh • they 'receive quietly is as quickly effaced; while the favor of the proudreserved man or woman is precious and rare, sine it is vouchsafed to aut few. How the men are laughing in the din - bag -room ! What guffaws and explosions and exhausted. roars peal forth! Some- thing vulgar is on the tapis, I am certain, for I have long since learned that anything broad appeals irresistibly to man, whether he be prince or potman, prelate or parson, learned sage or simple .equire; men s hearts warm to each other over a good joke, and Shakespeare -might as well have wirtten, "A touch of vulgarity makes the whole world kin," as "nature." In the drawing -room the married ladies are hold- ing up their men and maids in waiting, who are, strange to say, addicted to much the SaMe vice e and weaknesses as their masters and mistresses (such presump- tion!), only, poor souls! they are not ilea- cate over them, and romance without an "h" to bless itself with does not appeal to the imagination as the .raore aristocratic failings of their betters do. You, Sarah Ann, who have been discov- ered with Jeames's arm pressing your too adaptive form, are a bold-faced, abandon- ed hussy, and out you must pack without a character, and with a scanty wage; and you, Jeames are a shameless valet, who ought to be above such lowness, but, as you are not, there is not much clifficuly in prophesying your end. You neither of you seem to be aware that only rich people, high people, good people (so-ealled from the polite fiction, for is not the best society the worst?) Call he immoral with impuni- ty, and embrace other men's wives and daughters when they please; to be wicked with safety you must roll in a carriage, and keep your unlawful assignations with a coachman and footman to vouch for your respectability. Sarah Ann is married and her husband has left her, and. James is married and his wife ieft him, but as neither of them is rich enough to procure a divorce, and since (as I have said before) they are not in that state of life whore their flirtations would be pleasantly wink- ed at, I fear the poor woman will go down, down, down! Silvia conies stepping across the grass all in white; is she restless,1 wonder, like me? Bad as my thoughts are, I would rather have them than her company, so I move away to ard the terrace, but she calls to me: "Helen Adair? Helen Adair?" She has that most excellent thing in woman, a low, sweet vole°. "I wonder what she wants with me?" I say to myself, as I go slowly toward the seat she has taken. "Did you call me?" . . "Yes; sit down here for a few minutes; Ib is miserable out hole alone. How long Ilea° you had a fancy for moonlight walks?" she asks, leaning her shapely head against the wooden seat; "for my part I always hate elle moon, h great empty, barasplendor that chills one. ' Sho shivers and draws her shawl closely about hor—and, indeed, those September nights are growing treacherous. Looking down at bor foot, I see that she has adopt- ed the eonsible preeaution of thick boots, as I have dente "How those num aro laughing," she sitys—" at some racy story, no doubt. Paul Vasher's lungs man to be in a very satis- factory state. Have you and he boon guar- teling?"the seas, turning hor head till her eyes rest oie ray face. ' "I did not knave it,'' "Sir George and 1 have both remarked it. Until a week ago you were insepotable, now you aro conspicuous by your absence from eaoh other." Soule slight intangible insolence in her tone gives flavor to her Words, and Warne me that she means mischief ; and, indeed, I might have known her better than to suppose that she Nyland take the trouble to wino bere to talk oommonplacee; but siren she has thrown the gaantlet claWn, X will not fear te take it up. "You do mo too Much honor," 1 pay, ( quietly, "and aim. We should never have "a :en tlia tronble to wants the Wain et you and Sir Gleoege Veetrie So closely," As I meet her eyes full upon the Moons light, I sinee seoentuay, eeolleale. How heavy my heart is she than. not know, and of her pity I shall have none; therefor , rally to my side, coolness, dis- dain, indifference: As I look into her face with a faller knowledge of the truth than she possesses X e ,n see clearly enough that she believes me to be or rivet, that she is icatiolle; I see that the iove Paul believed to be long dead lives as fiercely and hotly In her as ever, and at' this moment we readoemb other's heart, see moll other as we really an—beneofirth no shams or subterfuges will rise up between allvia Fleming and me. She looks away. "May I then be allowed to congratulate you on your felicity?" With tho intonation she gives those words they sound more like a menace than a politeness. "When you will condeseenti to explain yourself, I may possibly be able to answer you, Miss Flemieg." (How I must have disliked this girl tai my liM to flare up so beartily at a moment's notice). " You are rather slow of comprehension to -night. I allude of course to your en- gagement to Paul Vasher, " A smile parts my lips as I listen to Ilea How sweet those words sound, spoken even by an enemy's tongue! For a mo- ment Iforget the woman by my side, and that she waits my answer: I am looking at a happy, far -away picture, that makes my eyes ache with longing: only in dream- land does it exist, in reality • it never will. "And it is so," says a low, breathless voice by my side. "You sit there smiling; you s".re to mock me with your glad- nHer words come hurrying out, as though past her control. For the second time in her life, Silvia drops the mask be- fore MO for the second time in my life I see her as she is. "Let inc tell you this, Helen Adair, that you will never be Paul Vasher's wife —never!" "I have not aspired to that honor," I answer, quietly; "do you? I should not, were I you." "You have such faith in your ravers of keeping him?" she asks, scoffingly. "I have inuch faith in the power of the woman he loves. Pray do not put your- self out," I say, looking away from ber pale face to the pearly sea beyond; "we need not quarrel over Paul Vasher, since he is neither yours nor mine." "Not yours?" she repeats, staring at me, while a swift surprise dashes all the triumphant scorn. out of her face, "whese is he, then?" • "Some stranger's." "And her name?' "I do not know it." "And so he was =flan himself with you all that time?' she says. "You eon call it that, if it so pleases you." "And he told yon this himself?" she says. ut I do not answer, and. she goes on • like one who is thinking bard and deep. "I do not believe it. It is you whom he loves—I have watched him." I turn my head away, that she may not see the pallor that has orept over my face. Others wore deceived by his mannees to me, then; I have not been the only mis- taken one. "It is all the same," she says, indiffer- ently. "I told you that yon should never be Paul's wife, and you never shall; but neither shall any other -woman." "Are you mad?" I asked, contemptu- ously, for the shameless, godless selfish- ness of the creature angers me deeply. Does she give one thought to him? She would trample his life between her feet rather than see another woman take the place she oace filled; that which she calls love is one corrupt, foul adoration of self. "I am glad you love him," she says, with a malicious cruelty oflook and word that sits ill upon her fair, innocent -look- ing beauty. (No wonder Paul thought he had found his spothas white flower at last when he beheld her; no angel could boast a more perfectly fair face!) "Glad there is some one who will suffer as I have suf- fered, endure what I have endured, weary for him as I have wearied." "Hush:!" I say, rising and lifting My hand; "do not dare to link my name with yours, or call your wicked passion for Paul Vasher love! You, who would sac- . Alice his whole life to grasp your own paltry, pitiful wish—you dare to call that loving him? No wonder you never kept him I Thank God, I can love him better than that! I wish I had been lovely for his sake—I should. have liked to be good fo; his sake—he might have loved me than, but even as it is; and though he never loved me, while he loved you once (you should never forget that), my love for him has only taught me sweet, and ten- der, and sorrowful things; it has not set a flood of wild, impious passion ravening through my heart, as it has done through years. If I could have my empty heart back again I would not, for if he has brought me pain he has also given me an exquisite happiness. And since you never truly loved him, or as he ought to be lov- ed, I tell you now that, however low you stoop, you will never win him back, though Satan were your bondsman and deliverd Paul Vasher's body over to you; you could not touch his soul, his mind, or his heart; they are dead to you now and always. And now go your way, fight your light, do your worse—win him if you can, Silvia, but if the memory of the girl he loves do not protect him from your un- womanly pursuit, bonen me when I say that in his integrity you have an enemy that will never yield to you. By fair means you will never win him; from foul ones may God protect him!" And I move away ad leave her with that faint, wintery, strange smile on her face that I have so often tried to read and cannot. Does she love him, though? There was more of hate than tenderness in hor voice just now. How oan she reach or do him harm? A woman is so bound by the trammels of society,• she cannot watch and balk lain in life as a news might do; perhaps after all 15 15 mere empty talk and babble; and, granted that she has the the wish to cross him, she is not likely to have the power. She seemed. in earnest, but she was jealous; I saw it in her oyes, and that threw her off her guard and made her talk wildly. We must have looked very nixie just now —two women quarroliag over one Inan I There is an intense vulgarity in the situa- tion, whether the actors be clad in silk aud 'riled, or home -spun and duffle -gray; perhaps, though, the fact of his being not In the least in loVe with either of us sante- what lessens the disgrace, And all through my night dreams, ringing now neer, now far away, sometimes he nay ears, some- times seeming to oral faintly across the loner years, comes a bitten silvern voice, saying, "You Will never be Paol Vashor' s Wife—never!" CHAPTER XIII, , "What Is thatf" says Milly, pausing On her way upstate% "Can it ee the ghost ?" I ask, standing bWI 00 listen lileowise, Lutrell Oourb, Mee all other reSeeetahle tmuly mansions, possesses its; ghost; and an exceedingly ill-oomittioueti one this. perticular spirit is; given to heaving up beds (and their exempants) in the dead of night, dashing down cart -loads of ()rooks. ory outside chamber -doors, besting el -tom- bola of the family with invisible whips, and boxing the oars of trembling footmen In dark corners, or so those gentlemen aver. •"1 don't -think a ghost could give such a substantial groan as that," 1 say, and indeed, as we asoondat succession of walla sighs, and squeaks, float out to meet as, that could not reasonably be supposed to proceed front the throat of that uneanna, fleshless, 'bony counterfeit of a human being, that we call a ghost. The mysteri- ous sounds issue front the yellow room, oanndutileillbyrepstuisobities dr • 00, ortedtxliy, liiignbd.tstscrirdits is answerable for the hullabaloo; but on a stool, before an team harmonium, sits a real, tangible Inman being, who is rolling !rem side to side, in an (massy of delight at the, hideous discord he is evoking. He wears, a smart gray and scarlet livery, his silk calves are en evidence; he is, in short, one of the footmen, who has apparently a taste for music, and who believes Mille, to be miles away at the present moment. Some terrible) instinct makes him turn his head, and standing behind hint he sees —his mistress. " May I ask," inquires Mrs. Luttrell, "if I tared you to act as my servant, or to play on my harmonium?" The man gazes wildly at the ceiling and the floor alternately, as though he prays Heaven to either draw him up laathe hair of his bead, or pull him down out of sight by hie heels. "I thought you were out, madam," le stutters, casting his eyes wildly to and fro. most impenetrable to an ordinary rifle "Another time," says Milly, "will you.. ball, and unless struck in a very vulner- make sure? Go." ' able part, nothing short of a cannon shot He vanishes like a stone shot from a is sufficient to kill one of these enormous catapnit. I look at aLilly in amazement at her pigs of the sea' "While still a considerable distance moderation, but suddenly recollect that away,the oars were taken in and the noise - the detected performer is devotedly attach - less paddles substituted. The riflemen ed to the small heir of the house, and car - lay in the bow as the boat was carefully ries him about by th hour; a royal road, steered toward the walrus. The surf of that, to his mistress's favor. the ocean washed nearly up to the huge "That man is a character," she says, as beasts and tossed the boat in dangerous we go away. proximity to the rocks. Quick work was "He certainly has a soul above Ms sta- necessary in every respect, and the situa- tion," I answer, laughing, as I turn into tion was full of danger. The only line of my room to lay aside my hat. Shall I lay escape for the evalruc was toward and al- it aside, though? It is only five o'clock. , most upon the boat. One blow of a flip - As I stand before the table considering, per or stroke of a tusk would crush the my eye catches the reflection of my face frail craft and drown the crew. Even the in the looking glass, and startles me, it is swash ce the waves when the big animals so pale, so sad, so dull. I used to have should flounder heavily into the sea would such a merry, saucy, face, folks said but eyes, and a close, folded look about my ; nearly swamp -the boat. Orders and in - now, there are dark shadows under my formation were given in 'whispers and signs as the boat stole cautiously on.wind- mouth,as though it rarely knew smiles or ing in and out among the rocks and laughter now. Verily my story is writ . bakers upon my face, people will begin to pity Pilot Douglass, an old and experienced me next, 0 heavens! and I must bear it, Arctic hunter, gave the orders: duce there is no means of forcing the body " 'Now, keep as still as you can. The minute they see as they'll rush down the rooks for the water, and your only chance of getting one is in firing as soon as they come in sight. Aim to hit them in the back of the neck. If one is wounded and FOR THE BOYS AND GIRLS, INTERESTING READING For the Young, Consisting Of Stories of Animals end 4.Aventure, and Short Sketches. Aleaeraa WALRUS MYST. Ignge Creatures Tina Won't right, but Nay •Crush the Hunter. New York Sun: "On the same day that We killed two polar bears on St.lVlatthew's Island, in Behrlog Sea, we bagged a wal- rus," said Captain 0. A. Abbey, of the revenue marine. "The Corwin lay at anchor above Cape Upright, The two blg bear carcasses bad been hoisted on board and officers and crew were examining their points and comparing their size when several walrus were seen hauled up on the rocks a mile or two away and it was de- termined to try for some ivory. "A surfboat was dispatehed toward the walrus, in charge of Pilot Douglass, with Surgeon Bretton, Chief Engineer Kelley, and six men, armed with Remington rifles of heavy caliber. Upon nearing them it was found that there were seven In the group, averaging probably 2,000 pounds In weight. They wore basking or resting upon a large flat ledge, round which the sea surged and boiled, snaking landing dangerous. "The walrus being very shy is apt at • the slightest alarm to flop and roll Ms huge and unwieldy bulk overboard, when • he disappears for a long time. The utmost caution and quiet are necessary, therefore, • In approaching him. Accurate judgment and rapidity in firing aro required to se- cure a shot that shall strike the creature near the head. The enormously thick hide and heavy blubber of the walrus are al - into subjection, even if one Oda the spirit. (TO BD CONTINUED.) Beni..n at, l• O. The horn fly is eausiog so much annoy- ance the present soasou that many of our stops on the rocke, try to spring on shore readers will probably be interested in the and finish him, but nand you keep out of following sunimary of some experiments I range of his tusks and tail. He evon't have been making in keeping the flies off fight, but he'll be likely to blunder on top the experiment station herd. A _fuller of you or flounder over you, and if he account of . he insect will be given in a does there'll be nothing left where., ,you bulliton now in press.stood but a hole in the ground.' The most satisfactoryway of preventing I " Slowly the bow of the boat came round the attacks or the horse fly is to apply to the last intervening rock close upon the the cattle some substance that serves as a walrus. The rifles were instantly raised, repellent. We have experimented with a as good aim taken as possible, and a number of materials and find that the volley poured in at such heads as were vis - best results are obtained by the use of a ible. cheap oil—such as fish oil or crude cotton- " 'Gnat Scott! What a rumpus!' cried seed oil—to which a small aenount of car- Kelley, as the huge masses thus sharply bolic acid or pine tar has been added. awakened, heaving, flopping, and grunt - Applied rather lightly to the cattle by ing in their fright, rolled, slid and tumb- means of a paint brush, a sponge or even lea overboard, nearly swamping the boat a woolen cloth, such a combination ire- as they plunged into the water. • One mediatoly drives off the files and. remains huge beast fell between the rockaand the on in a condition to keep them off for boat, causing such a lurch as nearly to about a week. This is a very simple pitch the crew into the sea. Another came temedy; it should bo applied whenever up just outside the outter with the appar- the flies become troublesome. . ent intention of trying his enormous tusks Either of the following formulas are upon it. Quick as thought Bretton put recommended for this purpose: a ball into him, when he sank and was 1. Crude cottonseed or fish oil 2 parts; seen no more. pihe tar 1 part. 1 "Six escaped, but one was left on the 2. Crude cottonseed oil or fish oil, 100 . rocks. Ho was hard hit andhadnoundered pens; crude carbolic acid, 3 parts. . into a cleft or he, too, would have got In either case these substances are to be away. Leaping upon the rocks.the hunt- mixecl and. appliecl as described above. ers gave hien two or three more shots and • We also experimented with a combine- ' he soon lay dead before them. He was so large that six of the boat's crew stood at coction. The emulsion was prepared by one time upon his body. His tusks were tion of kerosene emulsion and tobacco de- ' addine twekallons of kerosene to one gal- thirty inches long and three inches in lon ofca solution made by dissoleing one- diameter. With an axe the head was sev- half pound of hard soap in one gallon of ered from the body, after which, there be - by . forcing it back into the same vessel other walrus, ing no hope of the reappearance of the the boat returned to the boiling water and churning the mixture through a force -pump with a rather small ship. nozzle until the whole forms a creamy 1 "Old voyagers in Behring Sea toll of a substance on cooling.• , and the polar bear. The walrus furnishes strange association between the walrus mass which will thieken into a jelly-like the kerosene is added but of course must The soap solution should be hot when the principal food of this great carnivore, which is his deadliest foe in fact, yet to see not be near the tire. The emulsion thus them together, as they frequently are en- nead° was diluted before using nine pats countered, one would think they were of water to one part of emulsion. There boon companions. Lying upon the field made by boiling one pound of^ strong to. containing from thirty to fifty, and witla ice will often be eeen 'patches' of walrus was then added one gallon of a decoction sprayed upon the cattle by means of a bear. They all appear Testing together in each of the groups will be found the polar bacco in a gallon of water. This was force -pump and removed nozzle When- the happiest sort of unity. Occasionally ever the liquid came in contact with the a walrus flops in the water and sinks leis - flies it killed them instantly and 4 n- urely into depthiewhile others will be seen mained on in a condition to act as a repel- emerging therefrom and climbing upon lent for about two days. , the ice. In this respect it was not so satisfactory I "The bear becomes hungry and decides as the oily combinations and 14 use was he will dine with the walrus that day. He abandosiod in favor of the latter. rises on his haunches and sways himself Iheavily upon all fours. • After a yawn and Import:tot I o Travelers. ' 1 a stretch he saunters to the nearest walrus An idea obtains among a good many and swings his powerful paw in a crushing that a railway company must accept a blow upon its head, instantly killing the continuous ticket, say for Detroit, even animal. He then proceeds leisurely to make though the bolder may have stopped over a comfortable dinner off the unfortunate at London. "They must give ns what we object of his selection. This performance, pay for, is in effect what they argue. apparently, does not startle the others. The fallaciousness of this idea was They continue to bask undistnrbed, seem - proven In the Exchequer Court the other ingly indifferent to the f te of their com- day. , rade and awaiting their turn like stoics. A traveler had bought an excursion The female walrue with young, however, ticket on the Intereolonial railway, good does not tolerate the presence of the bear. for one trip and name to a eorta,in point. She regards him with merited suspicion On this ticket wore instructions to the and promptly takes to the water with her effect that the ticket Was good only on the offspring On his appearance." day of issue and that the journey must be I continuous. In spite of those instructions, Cattle in M aid toba. —..-.....—. boveever, the traveler stopped ovet for the The season of 1804 was an exceptional night at a midway station. When he re. one in respect to the fiumber of cattle ship- -awned Ms journey the following morning pod from Manitolea and the Territories, too conductor would nat accept this ticket yet indications are that the coming sum - and on his refusing to pay the fare de. mer and fall Will witness still larger ex - mended, was put off the train at the next portations. The eerly spring permitted station. cattle being let loose on the prairie some Action was then brought to recovez weeks ahead of previous years, and as a damages, but the judge ruled againse result they will be in condition for shia- him holdihes that the complainant should relent a considerable period in advance of have read and eomplied with them. A 'word to tho WISP is sal:Relent. past seasone. Already two shiainents of grass fed oettle have boat sent oast, and the outlook is very favorable. Bellamy Xdlonoss is repose run riot. officials say cattle deelers ISre making pre. Great ,nands rest thelosolves on small pasations for an extensive trade storing ones. the wining months, mid from the rniddle There Is a great deal Of true religion In of July the .6hip "I be frequent, silent endurance. 1111.1116144.41e..asieee I Art IS saan'o , of nattne. Getting Bid of Bent Fine. The problem of separating bent lane frees), those thr$t are tatra30 efare Ple°Wg them in papers for Sala has botherellinana a nsenuftieturer. The machine that makes the pins, euttingthent from m roll a Win, molding the had aud sharpening the points, is so nearly tremou in its action that one might suppose it could he dee peroled upon to threw away those that have beconie bent or distorted in the male- ing. 4 the pins are anislied they are dropped bete a reeepatele, good rettd bad alike—although comparatively few are bad—and axe afterward taken in bulk to the madam that sticks them in neat parallel rows in the papers. Tlas machine doesn't discriminate, so it is necessary in some way to go over the mass of pins and piole out such as are notperfectly straight and uniform. All sorts of laborsaving devices for the purpose have been tried, but most of them proved to be more or less ansatisfaotory, and bad to be abandoned. Finally a Connecticut manufacturer hit upon a successful plata Be was so much pleased with his invention that he refused to patent it, knowing that he would. be in- volved in a score of infringement suits in no time if he did,and preferred to keep Ms process a profound secret. To do this he bad to attend to it himself, or oourse, as he was afraid to trust any of his workmen. The machine was carefully wrapped from observation and placed In a siaall room at the top of the factory, The door was kept seourely locked, and no one but the pro- prietor had a key. The barrels of pins fresh from the forming xnachine were put on an elevator and sent up to the mysteri- ous chamber, and the door was looked. By and by they would come down again --the sheep separated l'rom the goats— and in a very short time indeed. Nobody but the proprietor knew how it was done, but everybody was satisfied. Tbe process has now to come to light, and, like many another ingenious piece of mechanisnathe machine is so siniple that it is a matter of wonder why it was not thought of before. It consists of a hopper, and inclined trough and a slowly moving endless belt—and that is all. The pins are poured into the homier from thebarrels. They drop from this into the flat-bottomed trough, whenoe they are discharged onto the belt. Now, as any one knows who has tried the ex- periment, a straight pin will roll on a plane surface very easily,but will not roll straight ahead,because one end is so much longer than the other. A, crooked pin will not roll at all. This was the principle of the machine. As soon as the pins fell upon the moving belt the straight ones immediately rolled to the edge and fell off. The bent ones, being unable to roll were carried along by the belt and dropped into a separate compartment at the further end. The good are thus separated from the bad automatically. • A Christian Act. There was a pretty touch of courtesy in a Brooklyn church on a recent Sunday. After the service began some late comers, evidently strangers, were shown, other seats being occupied, to the very front pew. There were four of them and they scrupulously followed the routine of wor- ship, rising and remaining seated, as they. noticed those around them doing At the hymn before the sermon, having stood during the singing of all the others, they. rose as well. It is the custom of the con- gregation, however. to sit for this hymn,. and the four stood alone when the firsb. note was struck. Only for a few seconds, for a young woman, a church member, who saw the mistake, rose to her feet to share the situation with them. An old gentleman just behind her followed sult, , another at his side joined the standers, and in less than a minute the entire con- gregation was on its feet, put there by the quick tact of one young woman. And the strangers never knew they had blunder- ed. ' A Paying Talent., Mrs. Literati—My little son has the most remarkable powers of imagination I ever know in one so young. He will sure- ly be a writer and a successful one. Western Guest—Successful? He kin jist roll in wealth. Quick 'es he's old enough you take him out west and stare him in real estate. Getting Rid of 'Roaches. "I tried every remedy I could hear of," writes a housewife, "and I was always inquiring. They seemed to fatten on my poison—at least a'their numbers did not suffer diminution. One day I took up an old almanac and idly turned its tattered yellow pages. and on the last fragment of a leaf came this: 'Equal por- tions of cornmeal and red lead mixed with molasses and spread on plates will destroy roaches.' 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