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The Exeter Times, 1888-9-20, Page 6[Now Finn Eitemmaitre] LIKE AND [ALL EIGHTS RES411VED.] UNLIKE, By K E. BBADDON, Alethor of 44 LADY AnDLUY's SECMXT, 66 WYLLARD s ArY4IRD," Exc., ETC.' oavTER xxxv.ru--“ WHAT, ir THAT Is 1 101:1 Fneat?" (Eery wail in high health Mid apirits, his thoroughbred beck retort with modish se - veriest', and his tufts Arranged after the very louse fashion Bia Indian bangles jiogled as he walked at his mistreeen side, and his talk ribbon was of the new colonn There is always a new colour known only to the elite. No etooner dem it become known to the external world, than it is deposed from the workrooms of the best millinera, and frona the toilet of fashionable bealety. Tory's mistreat was not looking her best. She had, lost her brilliant carnation, and the splendour of her Irish eyes was dim. She looked five years older then when leer father had seen her at the begin- ning of the last Loudon season. "A�' dear Leo, you look ill and worried," said the Colonel, as they drove away from the antler; Torysitting on the seat opposite them, shivering in his little cloth otrerooat, trimmed with Astrachan, and looking about him with his topaz eyes as if he did not ad- mire the country. "How can I help it? Of course I have been worried," answered Leo, discontented ly. "Do you suppose I have not felt the - disgrace of Helen's conduit." rt, "Is it generally known, do you think ?" "People know there is something wrong. Valentine ordered everything to be sold oil about a month ago—all these pretty Japan- ese things, which I took an infinitude of trouble to get for them. They went for a mere song. I made Beeching buy a good many things for me—screens and vases, and portieres—anything I (meld find room for. , Of armee people have tallted—and I have " been pumped perpetually about her. But a it is an odd thing that I have never met with anybody who positively knows that ° she is with Se Austell. It is strange .that no one should have met them abroad." "1 suppose they have been very careful." " Yes ; they certainly must have avoided the beaten tracks. I have watohed for paragraphs in Galignani or the Society Papers, and I have cut out half -a -dozen „ little allusions to St. Austell, bat not one hint about her." "She must be with him," said the Colon- , el. "1 showed you his letter—the letter I found in her dressing bag—when we were on board the Clotho. That seems decisive." "Yes, she must be with him," replied Leo, but not with conviction. She remembered Se Austeller preternat- ural sang froid when she accused him of 'e running away with her sister. She remora- g bered how he had left Charing Cross. g "I will showyou the paragraphs when I can -d e now. mll me all about yourself. Why did you plant yourself in this dull neighbor. hood, with its wretched e.ssociations." "BecauseI had a good deal to say to my son-in-law. Now that St. Austell is a free a man, there ought to be no time time lost in ° getting a divorce, don't you know." "In order that he might marry Helen," cried Leo, as if she had been stung. "01 course. It is the only thing that can b Frank vectuld be no longer a dear Felten' in India, useful to be referred to on all octita. sionetbut by no means! troubleanne or re- guiative. He would come home, and his EiWrival would be the eignal for olamouroes tredespeople to push their demands. His vreloome to the net in South Keneinglon would be a shower of bills, lewyere' letters, and county court $1111111011800. "Ian atraid poor Frank will have to go througb the Bankruptcy Court," mined Mrs. Baddeley, with a eomoaseionate sigh. "1 hope he won't muoh mad. A good nieny people do it now-aelaye—quite nice people; and sooiety seems to think very little the worse of them. Short of being inordinately rich, money doesn't count in society." Reasoning thus, the fair Leonora told her- self she had no cause for being down -heart- ed ; yet in the picturetque seclusion of lidera° Oottege her spirits sank, and the prospect of future diffieulties grew daily darker. She had hitherto lived the kind of life in which there is no leisure for thought; and now all at once she found herself wish nothing to do but read novels and think of her own affairs. The novels were tor the most part less interesting than her own embarrassments, and they hided to distract her. The quiet beauty of her sar- °endings, the broad river, the wooded hills n the foreground, and the dark ridge of the moor beyond, had no charm for her. "It is a out -throat place," she exclaimed, with, a shiver, neThe Colonel and[his daughter dined at the Abbey on Christmas Day. It was a green Christmas, mild, misty, depressing. Leo wore one of herloveliest gowns—an arrange- ment of dark red velvet with glittering ratty 'ends, which made a glowing atrnosphere round her, and suggested cheerfulness; but nobody was honestly and uneffectedly heerful at that small Christmas dinner. Mr. Rookstone made the bravest effort at rairthfulnese, and filled up every gap in the conversation, but there was a gloom upon Valentine's faoe which would have spread a dulness in the most convivial circle, and Colonel Deverill was obviously depressed. His dreams had been troubled on the prey. ons night. Strange, shapeless visions had •iaturbed his slumbers, and filled his mind with gloom. He was weighed down by °rimless apprehensions. He could not define o hinuielf what it was that he dreseled. He nly knew that his mind was fall of fear. "1 bhink I must give up going to the Abbey," he told his daughter as they drove ome. "Lady Belfield is charming—and ir Adrian is as good as gold—but I cannot et on with Valentine. I'm afraid I'm be - inning to hate him." "That is rather hard upon him," answer - d Leo, "for he certainly is more sinned pleat than sinning." " He was a neglectful husband." "True; but he was very goodnatured. Helen could go where she liked, and enjoy erself as muoh as she chose. If she had had nly common prudence she could have got n very well indeed." In his retirement at Myrtle Cottage, clonel Deverill waited for the post which rought him his letters and his newspapers ibh keener impatietce than he had ever elt before for those luxuries of modern get at my despatoh box,' she sal . And set her right." "And do you think he would marry her if she were free to.morrow ?" Leo asked. contemptuously. "Do you know Lord St. Austell. so little as to suppose that he would burden himself with a wife, when he has secured a mistress—a mistress whose attrac- tions must have grown stale by this time— a mistress who, no doubt has made the one grand mistake that all women make under such circumstances, and has bored him with tears and contrition. A divorce will only advertise her disgrace. It will not brit her one iota nearer marriage with St. An tell." "Let me once see her free to marry, and St. Austell shall make her his wife, or so - count to me for her dishonor," said the Celonel fiercely. "He won't refuse to meet you. He is a crack shot like yourself—p.erhaps in much better practice. He wilt give you satisfac- tion, 1 daresay—bub he won't marry my sister." "You are diabolically Litter against that poor girl, Leonora, and I must say I think lt very unwomanly on your part." " Ah ! but you see women look at these things from a different standpoint. With you men, a W0211533 has only to go wrong in order to become interesting. Yon open your arms to her, are ready to shelter her and fight for her. For a woman to be very pretty, end to go astray in the first bloom of her prettiness, is to comnaand your uffec- tion and your chivalrous service. eVornen had need be cruel to each other or vice would be at too high a premium." The Colonel was distressed at hia daugh- ter's tor e, but he wa,s very glad to have her society, all the same. Her presence bright- ened til0 cottage, and put fierht for the wine being to those morbid fancies which were be- ginning to weigh very heavily on the Colo- nel., the fancy that his daughter was ill and dying in a far-off land, that St. Austell might ill-treat or desert her. Even Tory was an acquisition, and the sight, ofehat intellectual animal, sitting bolt upright on the hearth - rug, with his mouth open, and 'his yellow eye balls glaring at the tire, helped to raise Colonel Deverin's drooping spirite. The Gladstonian performance with a lump of sugar, might pall, if repeated more than twenty times a day—nor was it all rapture to hear Tory play "God save the Queen" upon a damp cottage piano—but there was usefulness in a dog that rushed at every open door, and ant it with a cheerful bang. Even Tory's dinner made a little diversion in the long winter evening, and afforded subject for conversation. Mrs. Baddeley did her best to cheer her father, but she was evidently out of spirits, and the effort to appear lively was almost beyolad her strength. Her own affairs were nob free from entanglement ; for in spite of the devoted Beeching's aid—given on many occasions, as in the dressmaker difficulty— she was considerably in debt. She had not forgotten that she had a, husband in India, and while he remained there he had been eminently useful to her, as a shield against She ahafte of elander, arid iovisible court of appeal, When asked by her admirers to join in any risky adventure—a little dinner that verged on the disreputable—a water - penile in doubtful society—she had always been able to decline gracefully on the plea that she had a hatband it India. I think you know I an not a ptude," she would say, "and I admire that lovely MM. Rocheiegnetin Green beyond measure, but I don't think Frank would quite like me to meet her en petit comite. One Cannot &Void being friendly afterwards, you me, I ehouId he pestered with carde for her parties, and Frank might be anglor." But now, Prankti regiment Was to return to Etigland in the follOWing March, and life Oa board &friend's a ht t y o , or any sleepy little Swiss or German water -cure settlement, he had been content to let his days slip by and to know no more of the o outer world than was revealed to him by 0 an occasional " Morning News "or " ignati ;" content to forget the days of the h week, and to be surprised by the church t bells on a Sunday morning; content al- a MOSt to forget which party was in and h h' ' 6( What agt tO dO ?" groaued the eh 'onel, walking up an down in an agony e he- Wild_erMent. 44 X cou Might tielVertiett—pot an adver .9e. ment in the " Times " so worded that g alone Would, understand. Let it be repot ' twenty times, at certain laterVala, so thi if elle is ire any place where the " Times et.,mitet eventually see your adver• "How oan I eelvertise BO that she Will be the only one tQ understand ?" Olt, we must invent a cede. We must recall something in the past—known to us only—some pet ammo, Don't yoa remember yoe once wed to mill her Pansy. She would know that Poesy was meant for her," Leo took out ter pencil, and wrote upon Major Bed delayer envelope, `` ]ansy's tem- rowful father entreats her to write to hitn. A father's heart can forgive everything, She has a home still with him. Kilrushe' She read this rough draft to her father. " She could not fail to enderstand that," she said. "Those two names, Pansy and Kilrusla, in juxtaposition would. be unmia. takable." "Yes, I think she would understand," re. plied the Colonel. "There are not tinny people who could write from Kilrush. You are right, Leo. I'll send the advertisement to the Timee •by the next post—with a cheque. I suppose that is a kind of thing one must pay for in advance," . The advertisement appeared at the head of the meoudemiumn, three days later, and the Colonel contemplated itwith tams in his eyes. He could fancy his daughter reading it in her seclusion or desolation. Since he had discovered that she was not with St. Austell, he knew not how to pioture her to himself; whether deserted and penitent, or as a woman who had drawn beak upon the In ink of the precipice and had fled from her tempter. All his hopes for her had been dashed by, that letter from Major Baddeley. As a father, he had wept over her folly and her sin, but as a man of the world it had seemed to him a geed thing that she should become Lady St. Austell. He felt that from a society point of view her reputation was gone for ever, and that her only chance was to dare society in a new character. As a Peeress, and a beauty, she might yet become the centre of a brilliant circle —on the con- tinent. * The advertisement appeared time after time, week after week, until the twentieth insertion had run out, and the Colonel's cheque was exhausted. There had been rut reply. The year was two months old and the spring flowers were blooming in the shrub- bery borders at 1V1yrtle Cottage, and the little lawn was gay with the golden °ramie cups, and there had been no sign or token from Helen. Mrs. Baddeley stayed on with her father, though the London season was beginning. It was not that she loved Devonshire more, but that she feared South Kensington mot. The tradespeople were pushing for their accounts, and lawyers' letters were growing frequent. It was easier to face these things at a distance than on the spot,. where every vibration of the electric bell Jarred her nerves, and set her heart beating vehemently, in apprehen. sion of immediate evil. Here at least, though she received the letters, she did not hear the bell; and she was out of reach of any importunate creditor, who might be so audacious as to demand an interview. So she put her arms round the Colonel's neck one morning at breakfast, and told him she would nob desert him. She would stay till Frank's ratline. "God bless you, my love," faltered her father, "1 thought you would stand by me n my loneliness. Indeed, Leo, I am half broken hearted about your sister. Her pre- ent existence is a mystery to me, and I an scercelv bear my life under the burden that mystery. 11 she was anywhere within the reach of this paper." striking is fist upon the Times, that lay open on he table nhe must have ,understood eny ppeal. 'Where in Heaven's name is she iding ? Some one must know.' Yes, some one must know," answered Leonora,. I will tell you of one thing hat you can do, father. You 'cannot go to w ic was ont whether his r e c entry was s - drifting to rumunderaRadicalCebinet or be- ing guidedto glory by Conservatives. Letters, t he had told lumself, were always more likely to bring him worry than pleasure, and un- less he was expecting a cheque from his 'deli agent, he was apt to be indifferent to She going and coming of the post. But now he was intently expectant o; every mail, and had a blank and dispirited feeling when the hour was over. He was expecting some kind of communication from his runaway daughter—a letter of penitence —of intercession—a letter of filial love, telling him that he was not utterly forgot- ten that even in her sinful life she was still his'daughter. He had been expecting such O letter for rao3aths, and his hetet sickened as the new year began without bringing him ono line of greeting from the lost one. " suppose she is afraid to address me," he thought, "And yet she ought not to be afraid. I was never severe to my children." He had a permanent address in London, under cover to a solicitor's firm in the City, where all letters were taken charge of and Ceylon. The journey is too long, and you are too old. But you can telegraph a ques- tion to Sb. Austell. Ask him if he knows where Helen iies to be found. Ask him to answer you on his honour. He cannot refuse to answer such an appeal." "I'll telegraph to hint. You are right, Leo.I must find out where my poor girl is. I must leave no stone unturned." He did not like to send his ocean -message from Chadford Post -office, where it would inevitably excite curiosity and give occa- sion for gossip ; so he went to Exeter next day, intending to send the message from there; but after he had alighted at the Exeter Station, it suddenly occurred to him that he was just in time for the London express and on the spur of the moment, he deoided on going to London. He telegraph- ed to Mrs. Baddeley, promising to return next day, and he took his ticket for Wittor- loo. It was six o'clock when he arrived, and ark, so he put himself in a hansom, and rove straight to the Badminton, and went to the coffee room to order his dinner. When he had given the order for half -past seven, he went to the reading room, and seat- ed himself at the table near the fire, to corn - pose his message. There were, telegraph forms on the table, but he began a rougn drafkon a sheet of pap- er. "To Lord St. Austell, Ceylon., "I entreat you inform me of midaughtet's present whereabouts. Answer frankly, on ur honour, to a heart -broken father. De - rill." He read the words three times over; ondering if they were strong enough. He used after the third reading, wiped his rehea,d with a weary air, and looking up sently, with his pen itt his hand, saw St. ustell standing in front of the fireplace look - g down at him, My God I" he criea starting to his feet. readdressed to him, and this address was d known to Helen. She would have had no in difficulty in writing to him had she been disposed to write. The new year began sadly under ahem ciranmetances, and even Tory's blandish- ments could not maintain cheerfulness. Mrs. Baddeley yawned over her novel, beside the wood fire which was the only cheerful thing in the house. Early in the year there came a budget from Frank Baddeley, which his wife read with good-humoured indifference till she came to a passage at which her cheek37 suddenly paled, and her whole aspect v changed. , "What is hat asked the Colonel ex- w„ eitedly, "anything &beat ?' 13: " No ; but it is something about him.'' b "Rad it—read it, please," gasped her .1 father, stretching his hand across the break- in fast taltle, as if to clutch the flimsy foreign 445 Yes. Don'S agitate yourself, father. There is not much in it. Frank says, "St. Austell is in Ceylon. He has been there more than a month, living very quietly, and alone. I have that fact from the best au- thority, itio you resist be wreng in your idea that Elelen went to Ceylon with him. They may have been together in Italy, as you seer, but ha arlived at Ceylon alone. Toni Mantsoneld, of the Panjaub Regiment, wad there when he came. Perhaps your sister went off with some one else after all, and yen are on a hese scent." " Great God 1" dried Celonel Deverill, starting up from the breakfast -table, and walking aboub the room with a distracted air. What does it all mean? If she it not in Ceylon, Where in she? We know that ahe ran away with St. Austell. There is hie letter to prove it." She may have Changed her mind at the lain," said Leo, looking straight before her with a troubled brow, for even to her care- leastemperarnent the matter began to assume a mysterious aspect. "Her conscience miler have been awakened, and she may have fled p This is a most extraordinary thing. I thought you were in Ceylon.' " wan until a few weeks ago. I 'tame home the week before last—too, soon my doctor tells me, but I was heartily sick of the place. You don'b look over wen, Deverill. The Colonel. was ehaetly. He had dropped back into his seat, and WAS arranging the papers before him with tremulous fingers. lie handed St. Austell the rough draft of She meseage without a word. " What does it mean /9 St, Austell asked, after he had read the blurred words in the Coloneln big penmanship. "The queetion is plain enough, I think, MAIL very lately 1 thought my daughter' was with you in Ceylon. I hear she was not there • but all the same you aro likely to know 'her present addreas. For pity's take tell me where she le—at once. I ant longing to fihd her—to protect told cherish her. I am ready to forgette all— to forgive her and you," The room was empty, tint the Colonel isposnees that ke in eapphe Was atildio pleoe. 0 away froth him, and not With hint Sh e may have gone into a conventeoer joiheu a " My dear Colonel, I Wish I could help etome Anglican sititerhood, ""Whe cat tell. t" reined tonee, with the cowed. u you—but S can t. As for fOrgrveness, you have nothing to pardon in ine etoopt the fact that 1wom mot), 1* love Iv" yout daughter—and tried tO win her—and Jail- ed. If my sie in so trying wee greet, my puniehtnent was greater. I never loved any woman as I loved Helen Belaeld, aud she throw me over at the last moment." "But 1 have your letter of instructions about her journey—everything must have been planned between you." "It was, so far as I could plan; bat I tell ,y she threw me over. She was to have nth me at Exeter, but she didn't. I waited for; hree trains, and then went on to London ip e rage—mad, despairing. 1 had been /nett tompletely fooled." " Feb she meant to run away with you ?" "So t thought on the previous afterneon." " Sheonede her plans cieliberetely ; her trunks were all packed," "Indeed. Teat leeks business -like. And yet she threw me over, you see, and carried her trunl s somewhere else." "No. /ler luggage was all left in her own rooms at the Abbey. Wherever she went, she must have gone in such a state of mind that she took no trouble to secure her own property. Not even her comforts for j her ourney. Her travelling bag --ray own wedding gift—was left. It was ia an Inner peoket of that bag that 1 found your letter," "And she has not claimed her belongings since then," asked St. Austell, with ei troubled brow. ' And you have heard nothing of her einem that time—absolutely nothing." "Nob one word. I thought she was with you. You were heard of In Parise -with a lady." "A ,passing aoquaintanee—and a Paniet• ienne.' "You were heard of in Venice --again with a lady." "An old friend—a Florentine Countess, who was good enough to go about with me a little in my solitude—we dined together and lunched together a/ fresco, half iso dozen times. That was all. And you have heard nothiug about your daughter—from August to Maroh —you had no letter from her—no information directly or indirectly." " hot one word." "Then, Colonel Deverell, I can only say the business looks very alarming," said St. Austell, turning his facie to the mantelpiece, and resting his head upon his arm. The Colonel saw that he was deeply mov- ed. There was a silence of some moments, and then the older man asked in a fal- tering voice— " What is Mutt you fear ?" "I don't know. I—I—can't tell you. My fears are vague and shapeless; but it is a shook to me, to find you are so completely in the dark about her. I loved her devoted- ly, Colonel Deverill. If she had trusted herself to me as she pioraised, I would have made her my wife, now that I am a free man. I would have done all that a man oan da to recompense her for her sacrifice." "1 believe she must be in hiding where; in some Anglican sisterhood, some semi -monastic retreat, where she is not al- lowed to see the newspapers, or to write letters to anyone in the outer world," said She Colonel, after a pause. "Zen it may be se, 'answered St. Austell, moving away from the mantelpiece; and seating himself opposite Colonel Deverill at the writing table. "rt may be so. It would be like her to go and bury herself alive in a fit of religious enthusiasm. Sbe was a creature of rapid changes of mood. When I thought I was Wiest secure of her, knowing very well that she loved me, she spread her wings as suddenly as a butterfly, and was gone. I was hardly surprieed when she cheated me but I was very angry. My pride was wounded. I had grovelled before her, and I told myself I would grovel no more. So I went off to the Continent in a sullen state of mind, and I went to Ceylon in the same temper, and my life was loathsome to me all the time I stayed there." "Upon my gout 18,m sorry for you," said the Colonel, "though I suppose I ought to be the last man in the world to say so. It is a most unhappy business, unhappy from first to last. She might have married an ex- cellent young man, who could have given her a line position. She chose to jilt him for the sake of his worthless brother, who neglected her. Her whole life has been a mistake." "Which she is trying to atone for, perhaps, in the dull round of conventual work, ministering to the rick, feeding the hungry, praying, fasting, wearing out her young life and her beauty within four walls. ft is maddening to contemplate,", seed St. Austell. He had feared that Helen might have made away with herself. That she had felt herself too weak to withstand temptation, and had preferred death to dishonour. There might be a woman left, perhaps even in this nineteenth century capable of such choice. . " Will you let me help you to search for her," he asked, "not directly, bat in- directly ?" "How can you help me?" St. Austell took out his card case, and wrote a name and address on the back of a card. That man can help you to solve any mystery," he said. "He is a gentleman in education and manners. You may trust him, and thoroughly. When it comes to the metter of reoompeane refer him to nee." (TO BE C0NTIN17ED.) An Intelligent Horse. r0114KIN 1401T The Aeetraliane are going to start a ne paper in Loudon for therneetten It is OP celled "Qehle Newa," and to print obs telegraphic deepatohee from the south hemispheo,r Bernard and Joseph Kelley, at C01180 Eaglend, suoked the ends of fresh hemi twigs e few days ago, and,died ino ahort ti The &eters decided that hemlock was virulent piton at this season. Richard .Fieleing, a bfackemith of Ra gate, England, is in jell Charged with murd op his own ctonfession that twenty-four ye ago he hada quarrel in a boat with a wom named Hannan White, and pushed her ov beard. The reeentiy made wearing record seven hour a and fifty minutes from Lend to Brighton and back he been beaten th teen minutes and forty seconds by a byeic Four men rode, the bicycle relieving ea other at stated points. The richest mine in Australia, if not She world, . s the MountiMorgan of Qeeenela One of the Rotheolulds once offered ninete million pounds for it, and the offer was fused. Its value is variously estimated from 860,000,000 to $500000000. It's well known that there are absolute no genuine chamois Skins in the market • b notwithstanding, an English firm is manu- facturing a new cloth In imitation of the imitation skins. They will be just as good as the real skins, it is eleimed, and wet be sold as imitetions. The French sugar makers have commeno- ed a oampaign against saccharine extracted from 0041 tar. Experiments have :hewn that it is nob noxious but the Seeiety of Agricul- turists have pedtioned the Government to forbid its manufacture, as prejudicial to the beet root sugar trade. heep blessing in New Zealand., Sheep are frozen n overall different &wee Wft• in New 24:ealand. A few miles north. of et be Owlet church 15,000 are often slaughtered fly and frozon for one eteamer to England. ern The flbelis of sheep are consigned to the, eompany owning the ireezing establishment, Whieh is erected in an open plain near the, 00IE railway, and connected with it by a siding, me. They are first panned, but there are large' a paddocks available her such sheep vat can not at orate be slaughtered. \Vixen their me- turn arrives the sheep are driven in twos or er, threes (According to the number of butchers ars onaployedeaoroas a short narrow bridge in. an to the slaughter -house, where they are sein- er- ed, hung.upy and elauehtered as fast as they enter it ef Each cameo hangs on a hook, whittle hook Lon is attached to a pulleyor grooved roller run. ir- ning along an iron bar under the roof of the le. idled. Similar iron bars are laid in every oh direction, so that merely pushing the par- ties° lightly it oan rapidly be traneferred in any part ot the slaughter -house ; fact, nd they answer the purpose of a miniateire rail en Way, to which the geode are,e 'responded in- re- stead of being earned on it. The floor of at the elaughtentouee and of the large adjoin- ing space where the sheep are nayed and the 1, offal removed, is laid in cement, over whittle O't are wooden gratings like those on board ships, water;flows continuously over the floor and drains off into a large sewer. As fast as a sheep is dressed --that is, skinned and. cleaned—the skins are removed in one direction, and the offal on little tram- barrovve in another; the latter are takento the boilingolown house, on the opposite side of the road., where 'bellow is made, and this, Is the only part of the whole establishment where the smell is decidedly unpleasant A soap and a chemical factory, within a few hundred yards, take away the portions, of the sheep not required for freezing. I In When dressed and hanging to its hook, y each carcase is examined by an expert, he and if one be found showing any sign of as theme, injury, or even a bruise, His at ut once needed, and this examination is far, more severe than any inspection in England for meat which is not quite ofprime quality, though thoroughly healthy, is not frozen, but sold to the local buteher, while the un- healthy meat goes to the boiling -down shed. When the medical inspection is over, a. sack is drawn over each carcase and care- fully closed,and it then passes into the first or 000ling.ohamber, where the temperature varies from 32 degrees to 40 degrees, accor- ding to the season, being, of course higher in summer than in winter. This, like all the freezing claamloers, is oonstenoted of concrete, and completely excluded from the outer air and light; a heavy double door gives access to it, and when the men are at work the eleetric light is turned on. The sheep are left in this twenty-four to forty-eight hours, according to circumstances, and are then transferred to the first freezing -chamber, where the temperature is about 10 deierees below freezing paint, and from this again to the last one, where the air is still colder—,down to a.botu zero Fahrenheit. Huge selmt4rably- orinstracted steam-engines drive the condens- ing and expanding maobines whichr cause the extreme oold, and which are being im- proved on as every successive one is made. It ie curious to observe in the wa.rm e„ engine -room how one cylinder is so hot that one eannot touch it, while eighteen inches further the large pipes are surrounded with a coating of frost, and long icicles hang feorn tne joints. Nile cold air is turned kith or shut off front the cooling. and freezing :sham - hers, as required, by an Ingenious system of tubing and valves • and when the process of freezing is completed, such sheep as are not immediately removed are transferred to the store, where there is hanging space for 10,- 000 eheep, and the temperature is about thew- h' same as in the first freezing -oho -mbar. By this time the sacks are frozen to the sheep in one solid mass and the carcases are as hard throughout as a hard stone. : Air -tight railway waggons are then run up alongside a platform opposite to the sliding- ' ' doors of the store, and the °arcane are quickly' transferred to them. When a train , of such waggons is ready, it steams off to Lyttelton, where the great steamer is lying alongside the pier, and the sheep are at once placed in the cold chambers, where they will remain until they reach London. Some slight exposure to the outer air is unavoidable while the carcases are being tranaferred from store to railway truck, and from truck to ship ; but they are so thoroughly frezen that they receive nu inj ury. Thetruoks are constructed with double sides, ice being tightly packed between the two, so that each truck is itself a cold chamber. As many as 35,000 sheep are sometimes brought home in one steam vessel. Mlle Esmeralda, a chew performer England, was recently badly bitten b snakes vehich she was handling, and t next day, while in the lion's den Blot w attacked and hurt by one of the beasts b. was sexed by the prompt intervention of keepers. She sticks to her lion act yet, but has dropped the snakes, South London is to have a new underground railroad. It is being built sixty feet under ground. Passengers are to reach it by hy- draulic) elevators to carry fifty persons at once. The tanner is being driven by the use of a steel shield alightly larger than the iron rings' of which the tunnel is ti be construct- ed. The steel shield has a knife edge and is driven forward at the rate of fifteen feet a day by hydraulic rams worked by hand. A Russian physician claims to have dis- covered that drunaenness may be cured by subcutaneous injections of strychnine in the proportion of one grain to 200 drops of water. Five drops having been injeobed every twenty-four hours for eight or ten consecutive days, the patient finds, accord- ingito the doctor, that the "first attempt to resume drinking will produce such painful and nauseating sensations that he will turn away from the liquor in diguet." In Paris the big shops that keep every- thing are driving the small dealers out of business. Recently a large stook of fine white goods put out in front of one of these large places was found on several suecsiesive days to have been ruined by being spattered all over with some black fluid. A watch was set, and after some time it was found that the damage was clone by a small dealer of the neighborhood who revenged himself for his loes of trade by walking by the big store and squirting ink from a concealed syringe as he passed. A curious -looking craft, built in a Chi- nese yard near Tunkadoo, a sort of stern -wheel boat in which the motive power was supplied by a number of coolies working with their feet, was seen passing down the Nile by an enthusiastic, amateur photo- grapher, a foreigner. He began to get his apparatus in order to photograph it, when he was accented by an offieer, who said No can makee enctur this steamer; bye'm by you go to England side make all same.' And to make sure he warned the foreigner with his camera off the river bank. A German company of adore that recently appeared at Brussels produced a sensation with a bear, which pursued a terrified man across the stage and up and down the mountain passes, the man appearing to the spectators to be in imminent danger of falling into the deadly embrace of the animal. A bear lacking the necessary dramatic intelligence, and being a costly expense, the management has substituted a dog, clad, tail, legs and body, in bear skin, with a well -executed bear mask. The dog has taken to the part with a good will, and terrifies the spectators. A young cashier of a Paris bank had been for some time the lover of the wife of kis most intimate friend, a woman of remark- able beauty, and finally induced her to elope with him. In the morning he took $70,000 from the bank, left the building at luncheon hour, and driving to his friend's house found the couple just ending their meal. While chatting with the husband he ina'naged to let the wife know that a cab was waiting around the oorner to teke them to the rail. road station. Ten minutes later they were off, and the husband and, the bankers did not learn the facts until the couple were well toward England. The process of sheep shearing by machin- ery is now performed in Australia by an in - geneses kind of device, the results, as re- preitented, being very satiefactory. The ap- rates in question is a very simple one, be- g made on the same principal as the cut - r of a mower or reaper,and the knives are orked by means of rode within the handles, ese in their turn being moved by a core thin a long flexible tube, which is kept in rotary shaft, and wheels driven by a stet - nary engine. The comb ie in the form of a gment of a cirole, about three inches in arrester. with eleven onnicensbaped teeth. soh machine is worked by a shearer, and, the comb is forced along the Ain Of the imal, the fleece is out. The maohine can run eitbir with a steam or gas engiue, or ordinary horsepower, and does not easily out of order. A native of To Kao, North Cape, New gland, on May 4 found a bottle stranded She beach. 18 contained a paper, and the lowing ie translation of the German words written thereon : "TMs bottle was put overboard at 12 o'clock noon on Feb. 154 1886, in let, 41° 17' S., long. 1110 561 50e E., from Greenwich. Ascher, on board the sbip Bismisock, *71 0, voyage to Sydney. Teas bottle was weighted with sand. Whoever finds this paper is requested to send it to the Imperial admiralty at Berlin." It is also requested that the finder should add some partioulare as to time and place at which the bottle was found. The existeece of an ocean current Betting in from the Indian Ocean to- ward the southeril end of New Zealand id a at well known for many years. It strikes the erocithern end about the Bleff, and chiefly penes to the eastward, but apparent- ly Ile* Zeeland to some extent dividesi it, and, though the bulk puma to the eastWatd a small etream comes to the vecetwarcl Of Neve Zealand, and naturally impinges against the western side of the northern part tit the Auckland provincial district Pa itt Bonaparte is the name of a very intelligent te horse that is owned by Col. H. James, of the w town of Urbana, in the State of Ohio. One 11 of Bonny'a peculiarities is that he will not wi bear to be hitched. Whenever anyone gee his bridle -strap to a post he quietly and de- i° liberately breaks the strap, but at the same time does not think of running off. He will le stand by the poet until wanted. Bonny has O different gait for each person who drives 05 him! If he twee the youngson of Col. James be get into tho buggy, he starts out at the top let of his speed. Jf the little girls get in he "e will jog along as gently as he Cal; fearing no g° doubt, that some harm might befall his passengers. He knows when Sunday comes, and if hitched to a carriage will trot soberly 0,7,11 and religiously to the meeting -house, with. - out being directed by the bit.' One day re- cently his feet became ore because his shom were worn. Pat, the stable boy, who has long believed that Bonny knows more than meny men, took two ahem, tied them to- gether with a string, ehook them before 13onny's face and hung thorn aoross Bonny's neck, Bonny understood. Without a word front Pat he trotted (Jut of the gate and wane directly to the blackernith shop, a long way off, where he had been shod few twenty years. A minister once told Wendell Phillip that if his business in life Was to save negroes he Ought to go South, where they were, and do it "hat's worth thinkintt of,,' replied "and what ie your business With& "To save Men from hello" replied the min. later. Then go there and attend tie your business,' said Mr. Phillips. Where do Flies go in Winter? Some one has asked, "Where do flies .go in winter ?" T his is a guestion of some In. tenet, for a house fly is born fully grown and of mature size, and there are no little flies of the sante species, the small ones occasionally observed being different in kind from the larger ones. The house fly does not bite or pierce the skin but gathers its food by a comb or rake or brush -like tongue, with which it is able to scrape the varnish from covers of books, and thus it tickles the skin of a person upon whom it alights to feed upon the perspiration. A fly is a scavenger, and is a vehicle by which con- tagious diseases are spread. It poisons wounds and may carry deadly virus from decaying organic matter into food. It retires from the sight at the beginning of the winter, but where it goes few persons know. If a earch of the house be made they will be found in great numbers secreted in warm places in the roof or between the partitions or floors. Last winter we had oocaeion examine a roof, and found around the ohimney myriads of flies hibernating com- fortably and sefficiently lively to fly when disturbed " in overpowering clouds." No doubt this is a fevorite winter resort for thesecreatu res. — [Boston Globe. The White Pasha, NEw Yom, Sept 9.—The "Suntit" Lon- don correspondent cables: The White Paella on the Behr Al Ghezel continues te he( writ - tett and telegraphed about in Europe, The myeterioue personage who is reported to have repealed three expeditions mint against him by the Mahdi's successor is generally believed to be Stenley, but his identity him tot beet established. One report makes him out the Medir of an Egyptian province, and all declare him to be supported by an im- mense following of blacks, The despatohee to -day announce that the people of Khar- toum are forbidden to talk of him, witich is most important, es it proves that he has in- spired those he means to conquer with fear and respect. "Every female woman " is an expression in a bill natioduced Into Congress by an Ire Mane Senator, Norman (four) begs his mother to take hien to a ball. She says he meet dance. " Yes, 1 tan dance and my way is more diffittilt than youreway. tele:ice alone, but you have to 50 holded up."