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During the_past ten years this company has issued 57, Dee Policies. covering ,roperty to ih attaZu 02.00 Assets, $Jt76,lO0.00, consisting of Cash inBank Government Depositand the unassea' , cod Premium Notes on hand and in force 77 W-WmLnex, M.D.. President; 0 -YI. TAYLoa €+Qoretary - J. B. ficoses, Inspector . C1IAS SNELL: Agent for Exeter and vicinity ne. WOMAN'S STORY, CHAPTER X, (colix'INux)). Cyril ie capital. Ilehas an ardent love of art, indeed,hsDematolik oevery. thing that I like. We have long confidential talks about ourselves and other. people, s,bout the past and the p , one so future. -how strange that rarely talks of the present --as we sit le our gondola, lazily gliding over thesunlit water, scarcely conscious of the movement of the boat. Sometimes we talk Remelt, sometimes Italian, in which I am anxious to attain facility, It is one thing to be able to reed Dante., I find, and another thing to express one's own thoughts easily. The lang- uagewe talk makes very little difference to Broomfield, who sitsorin_ over her "Daily 1? g Telegraph," or knitting one of those ever- lasting woolen comforters which she provides forbernumerous nephews and nieces. Cyril and I are as much by ourselves as if Broom- field were one of those sculptured seraph - hits which the Israelites used to have in their houses to symbolize the deity they worshipped. Cyril's Oxford days are over. he has taken his degree, and has, I believe, done very well—though ha has not swept the board, he tells me, like Mr. Gladstone, or Mr. Goldwin Smith, ache had intended to do when he was at Winchester. And now. he has to think of what he shall do with his life, " I think I shall go to the bar," he said, " because a man, ought to have a profession of some kind, and I rather tike the idea of the bar—followed in due course by the bench. And the bar has advantages for a man who does not want to be g slays in the golden years of youth. The bar is a pro- fession in which a man can take it easy." - I am afraid Cyril has a slight inclination to idleness—or rather, perhaps, that he has a distaste for any systematic and monoton- ous work. He is far too active and ener- getic to waste his days in laziness, but he likes to occupy himself according to the caprice of the hour; and then no doubt he e influenced by the knowledge that his ether is a rich man and he an only child. We ;were talking the other day about Uncle Ambrose's fortune, and his almost eccentric indifference to wealth, which would have been such a delightful surprise to most men in his position. " I found out a most extraordinary fact connected with my father's inheritance," said Cyril. " a fact which reveals an in- difference that is really abnormal. An American I met at Oxford got into con- versation with me about my connection with America,though my father's kinsmen. He told me . that old Matthew Arden, of Chicago, died early in April, '72, end that es his property was all of most simple and obvious character, my father must have passed into possession of it within a month or two after his death. Nov, I distinctly remember that the first I heard of the change in our circumstances was on All Saints' Day, when I went home from Winchester for twenty-four hours' holiday. My father told me then that a The Molsons Bank (CHARTERED BY PARLIAMENT, 1855) Paid up Capital — — $2,000,000 Best Fund — — — 1,000,000 Head Office, Montreal. F. WOLFERHTAN THO tEAS,Eaq., GENERAL M41VAGER Money advanced to good farmers on their own note with one or more endorser at 7 per cent• pet annum. Exeter Branch. Open every lawful day, from 10 a.m. to 3p. m SATURDAYS, 10 a.m, tel 1 p. m, Curreht ratoe of interest allowed on deposit E. E. WARD, Sub -Manager. POWDERS Care u1Cie IIEApACHE and Neoralgia in zo MINUTES, also Coated Tongue Dizzi- ness, 011iousness, Pain in the Side), Constipation, Torpid Liver Bad Breath. to stay cured also regulate the Liver, VATAY NI013 TO S AKEt. PRICE tie CufTO AD DRua !gramme. i more like June than February, We had our own gondola, and our two men, looking deliciously piotures quo in their black livery and yellow silk scarfs. They are both dear oreetures,• and..havp beopme a part of our family,. Paolo is a bachelor, end he is to accompany the gondola to Lamford, and live and diein our service ; but Giovanni has a wife and two bah. lee, so we do not import him. It will be agonizing moment when I have to bid him good -by. I save my dessert every night after dinner, and give it to hint next morning for his bambini, and his face be- comes one broad grin of delight when 1 hand him my little offering. One could not venture upon such childishness with a Thames waterman, whose only idea of kind- ness fromn'his superiors begins and ends with beer. We had a most delightful picnic basket, enough for the whole party, and we were to go to `I'orcello, and to be free till sunset. Oh, how like a fairytale it was to go glid- ing over that blue lagoon, passing Slurano and its chimneys, and Butane and its lace factory, and gliding' on and on by willow - shaded banks till we came to all that is left of the mother city of Venice! We landed in a narrow creek, among sedges and alders, andlong rank grass, and 1 could nave almost thought I was in a backwater at home; but within a few paces of our lauding -place stood the octagonal church of Santa Fosea, and the museum which calls itself a municipal palace, and just behind them the cathedral, very plain of aspect outside, but grand and beautiful within. - After a very conscientious visitation of the two churches, and a rather superficial examination of the marble relies in the museum,we went in guest of a picturesque spot for our picnic ; and having found a bower of alders on the edge of the meadows, where the cattle were feeding quietly in sweet, flowery grass, on ground that was once the city of Torcello, we lunched, 'as it were, tete-a-tete with the Adriatic ; for in front of us we could see nothing but the bright blue waters and the painted sails af'eome fishing -boats shining crimson, and purple, and orange in the noon -day light. `Ve lingered long over the delicious meal, in air that was far more exhilarating than the champagne which Cyril persuaded me to taste, and which he himself drank with much gusto. I told him that I thought it a horrid thing to see a young man drinking champagne, and pretending to be a severe judge of the particular vintage. I considered such a taste odiously suggestive of some overfed alderman feasting in the city. "You will be taking turtle next," I said. great-uncle, with whom he had kept up an occasional correspondence, had lately died n America, an old bachelor, and a man of considerable wealth, accumulated in trade, and that he had appointed my father re- siduary legatee. I was a great deal more excited by the change front poverty to wealth than he was. I never saw a man so unmoved by the idea of large means, or so indifferent to the things that money can buy. That indifference has never been lessened; but I believe now that he has a wife and daughter to think about he will take more pleasure out of his wealth and spend money royally. I hear of a house in Grosvenor Square,which has been bought and which is being renovated in the Adam - claque style we are all so fond of." "A house in town would be rather nice," I said, "but I hope Uncle Ambrose does not moan to take us too much away from Lainford. That is the home I love." " In spite of its sorrowful associations ?" " Yes. I dont want to forget my father. I think to try and forget the loss of one we love is only a selfish way of pleasing ourselves at the cost of our dead. We owe a duty to our beloved dead—the duty of long remembrance." I had heard a good deal about the house in Grosvenor Square, and had seen sketches of the rooms and their decoration. There ettlra., - iiviierr tiif rom:th e Adame ua. .-the;hell andstaicaroom c , t .e half fight. Thelia !Vere to be lViaorfs'h, : with a good deal of perforated scandal -wood and Oriental drapery. "I heard my mother dis- cussing the color and decoration with Uncle Ambrose, and I was often called into coun- cil; but I was just now too completely steeped in the loveliness of Venice to take a very warm interest in any London house. What I sighed for was one of those fifteen century palaces which I saw given over to - business purposes, manufactories for carv- ed furniture or Venetian glass,store•houses, show -rooms, workshops—palaces in which painters like Titian had lived and worked, palaces where the walls still show the arm - oral bearings of historic families. Oh I to think that the roof which once sheltered a Doge should ever be vulgarized by trade. Cyril laughs at my horror of trade,and re- minds me that Venice, in the days of her greatest splendor, was a city of traders,and that now she is dependent on reviving com- merce for her resurrection from poverty and decay, Yesterday Cyril and I hada grand excur- sion all to ourselves, or with only my duenna Broomfield to make a third ; dear old Broomfield, who always looks the other way when we are talking confidentially. I dare say she wonders what we can find to talk about—first in one language and then in another. Cyril's Italian is of the poorest quality,by the way, and very limited in quantity, but he pretends that he likes to hear me talk and he pretends to understand me, Our chief confidences, however,are in French, a language in which he is quite at home, Indeed, here it is I who am at fault, for to tease me he often persists in talking Parisian, which is quite a different tongue to the French in which Ranine and Boileau wrote. ''e started early. on a morning that was teat be kissed. me in the carriage atter mother's wedding, but gently, and even timidly, so that 1 could not find it in my heart to be angry. "Are these my Miranda's lips l" lie asked and I think I said that it might be Oa if he pleased. And then we went slowly, slowly back to the creek where we had left the gondola; and I believe we were engaged. I3roomfield looked at us in a most extra• ordinary way when we took our seats opposite her, as if she really guessed what had happened, which was hardly possible, Our dear good men had eaten an enormous luncheon, and they sung their delightful songs all the way book to Venice. The sun soon began to steep everyt'ting in gold—islands, water, d stant mountains, and the wonderful city toward which we were going, and the painted sails of the fiehingboats, and the clouds floating in the azure sky,—azure that changed in to opal— gold that changed to crimson, as the bell- tower of St, George the Greaterros e out of the level tide, and the lamps on the Piazza began to gleam like a string of diamonds. Cyril is a very impetuous parson, and before we sat down to dinner he had told Uncle Ambrose and mother that he and I were engaged', and that he would not forfeit that privilege to be the Doge—if the ducal power cf Venice were to be revived to- morrow. Late in the evening mother Baine into my room and sat with me for nearly an hour by the wood. fire. She told me that nothing would please her' better than that Cyril and I should love each other well enough to take upon ourselves the most solemn tie this earth knows. ` Her serious- ness made me very serious, and almost frightened me. "I am pleased that you should be' engaged even earlier than I was, Daisy,' she said, " and that you -should not be hardened and spoiled by the experience of the world, where girls learn to be selfish, and vain, and self-seeking. I ant pleased that you should be engaged to your first lover, in the very freshness and dawn of your life. It is too early to think about marrying, but a year or two hence—" " Oh, not for ever so many years," I cried. " Pray don't talk about getting rid of me. I want to stay with you, mother. You are all in all to me. You are not tired of me, are you?" "Why, you silly puss, we often have turtle at our lunches in Tom Quod," said he. "Do you suppose we wait for gray hairs and red noses before we learn to appreciate the good things of thislife@ An undergrad is as good a;udge of turtle and champagne as luxuries alderman who ever - passed to.tlre'"luxuries of Mansion House throngg" a long apprenticeship to boiled beef and beer." We sent Broomfield off to find our gon. doliers, while we two wandered along the edge of that verdant shore, with oar feet almost in the sea. "Now we have lost sight of the churches, we might almost fanny ourselves on a desert island," said I. "I only wish the fancy were true,' said he "I should revel in a spell of summer idle- ness on a desert island, if we had only enough to eat." "That last condition takes the poetry out of the whole thing," answered L "Oh, but you would not have us left to starve until we began to look ateach other and wonder which bit was the nicest." "Or the least nasty. No, that idea is too awful; it is one of the dreadful mys- teries of human degradation that we can never understand till we are brought face to face with Death: Oh, it is so dreadful to think that the mere blind clinging to life can change men into wild beasts. And yet the thine happens. You have filled me with horror -by the mere suggestion." "Daisy, you have too vivid an imagina- tion. You look at me as if you saw the potentiality of cannibalism depicted in my countenance. You and I will visit no island more savage than Prospero's, and there it seems there was always enough to eat." "Prospero was an enchanter, sir." "And Miranda was an enchantress—for Ferdinand, at least. Over him she flung earth's most potent spell. Will you be my Miranda, Daisy ?" We were standing on that quiet shore, the waves curling, azure and emerald and silvery bright, up to our very feet. We were as much alone as Ferdinand and Miranda can ever have been on their en- chanted isle, and—he had the supreme impertinence pu: fits arm round my waist. . I believe that kind tithing nae nappeued to Beatrice Reardon aim eet as often as the toothache; and.,n , s•; M'.iora nes told me that it; a iMON done".at dances, in a cottservatocys where there' '80 palms and' tree -ferns, after supper x blit each a thing has never occurred to me, and'; it took my breath away. "Be my Miranda, Daisy," he went on, in such a charming voice that I forgot to be angry with him, or at any rate forgot to express my, indignation. "Letme be your Fedinand, and all the world will be niy 'enchanted island. It is the fairy who makes the spell. " I don't quite follow your meaning," I said, stupefied by amazement at his 'audacity. " Oh-, Daisy, what a horrid thing to say I" he exclaimed, evidently hurt. " I thought you were romantic and full of poet •y, and you answer me as if you were made of wood." Ho took away his arm from my waist in a huff. I believe if he had left it there any longer he would' have given me an angry pinch. His whole countenance changed. " I can't quite understand you, Cyril," I said, very meekly. " I thought you and I were to be brother and sister." " You know you thought nothing of the kind, miss. You refused to accept my father as a father, or to call him by that name. You told me very distinctly on the wedding -day that I was not to have the privileges of a brother, and I replied that I had no desire to stand upon that footing. And now that the happiest months of my life have been spent with you; now that I am over head and ears in love, you pretend not to understand, you make believe to he stupid and apathetic. It is very cruel— more cruel than words can say—if you have been fooling me all this time." I don't know- exactly what I said after this. I think I must have apologized for my stupidity, for he certainly forgave me and put his arm round my waist again, and kissed me, not in the boisterous sort of way "Tired! No, my darling,. It will be a tad day for me when my bright blircd leaves the home -nest; but I married very young, Daisy, and my wedded life was all gladness. An engagement should not last two long, even when the lovers are ' as young as you and Cyril. Two years will be quite long enough. 'In two years you will be nearly twenty." "That sounds dreadfully ancient," said I; for indeed it seems that one has done with youth when, one is out of one's teens, Mother gave me her small pearl necklace on my thirteenth birthday, and I was so proud of myself, and thought myself quite a personage because I was in my teens; and now here she was talking coolly about my soon being twenty, and old enough to be turned out-of-doors. "Two years will be no time," I told her. "I would rather be engaged for ten, so that I may stay at River Lawn with you." "Who knows, dearest, if you- need ever leave River Lawn," she answered, sweetly. "I have always thought the French much wiser than we in their domestic arrange- ments, because they are not afraid to keep their children under the family roof when they are married; and thus the 'bond of parentage grows stronger instead of weak- er, and the little children of the third generation grow up at the feet of the old people. I have heard Englishmen say that this plan can never succeed with us; and, if so,one can nothelp thinking that there must be some want of affection in the English heart. Now, in your case, Daisy, there is every reason that your married life should be spent in your mother's home, since you are to marry my step -son." "Dearest, dearest mother," I exclaimed, giving her a hug which would have done credit to a young -she bear, "how sweet and how wise you are! I am very glad I accepted Cyril. I see now that he is just the very best husband I could have chosen." "My darling, how lightly you talk," said mother, almost reproachfully. "Your step- father and I are naturally pleased that you and Cyril should have chosen each other; but that is not enough, not nearly enough. Nothing is enough unless you love him truly and devotedly, with your whole heart and mind, as I loved your father." "I suppose I like him as well as I could like anybody," I answered, rather. fright- ened at ser grave looks and earnest words. ":.icing is not enough." '"Well, perhaps _ :cve him. snow _ have been very nappy with him ever since we came nere—so nappy as to forget every idea of sorrow or trouble in the world," I said, checking myself confusedly; for the thing that I had forgotten more than I ever thought I could forget was the dark story of my father's death. "I have been quite abandoned to happiness, but I don't know how much Venice may have had to do with that, and whether I shall care quite as much for Cyril when we get back to Laznford. ' •- - "My love, be serious;" -'urged mother, lookin peinfu'iy grave. ""Seriously, then, I believe I love him as well as I shall ever love anybody." Daisy, you talk like a coquette, . and not like an earnest woman," "Dearest don't be shocked with me. It all seemed like a dream or a fairy tale to- day, when Cyril and I stood on the beach in the sunshine, with the waves . making music at our feet. If you had heard how lightly he asked me to be his wife—indeed he never once mentioned the word—you would not wonder the I am inclined to speak half in jest about this solemn business. Let us take the situation lightly mother, and if after a year or two we should happen to grow tired of each other, why we can apologize, and drop back into the position of brother and sister." "No, Daisy, that will not do—there must be no engagement—there must be no sem- blance of a bond between you—unless you and he are both sure of your hearts. No hay buries con el amor. Good -night dear. Pray to God for guidance. Remember, marriage means forever. As a bond or as a stigma it marks a women's life to the end." I felt miserable after she had left me; but I did what she told me to do. I knelt down and prayed to be guided and led in the right way—led to choose the fate that should be beat for my own happiness, and for my mother's. The thought that I need never leave home if Cyril were my husband, made him ,seem to me the most perfect husband I could have, . Scarcely had I risen from my knees when I heard the distant dip of oars, and the music of a guitar and a ootlple of mandolins accompanying the song Cyril and I are so fond of. The sounds came nearer, slowly growing out of the still night—the melo- dious plish-plash of the oars, the silvery tinkling of the mandoli sr the deeper tones mandolins, and a fine baritone voice of the guitar, which I fancied X knew. "Will they pass, will they stay ?" I asked, myself, throwing open my window, and hitlipg myself behind the velvet curtain, where. I could see without fear of being seep, The moon was near the full, and all, the palaces uponthe opposite bank were bathed in silvery light, and along the broad open canal a gondola caste gliding, lighted with colored lanterns,whioli danced and trembled. in the soft breeze. It cane nearer and nearer, till it stopped under my window, and then the mandolins and guitar played a familiar symphony, and the voice I knew very well began Schubert's "Guts Naobt." Ile—it was Cyril, of course—sung the serenade beautifully. Music is one of his greatest talents, inherited from his mother; for I doubt if Uncle Ambrose could dis- tinguish "God Save the Queen" from "Robin Adair." He sung that lovely melody to protection. or it seemed perfection on the moonlit canal, with those fantastic Chinese lanterns trembling in the soft, sweet wind. I feel assured it was on just such a night as this that Desdemona eloped with her Moor. When he had sung the last notes and the mandolins had tinkled into silence, he stood looking up at my window, as if he were waiting for some token of approval. What Desdemona would have done under the same circumstances floated upon me in an instant. I crept to the mantel -piece and chose a lily from the vase of flowers, and, still hidden by the curtain,flung it out of the window. He naught it very cleverly; and then, after a pause, the oars clipped, and the mandolins began to play the serenade from " Don Pasquale," and the gondola moved slowly, slowly down the canal, he singing as it went. I wonder if the other inhabitants of Venice considered him a nuisance ? There was a man at the table d'hote at Denieli's who called Venice " a smelly place"—that was all he had to say about the most enchanting city in the world. Such a man as that would be sure to object to a serenade. Cyril and I were solemnly engaged this morning. We were plighted and pledged to each other for life, and when we marry we are to have our own suite of rooms in Grosvenor Square, the whole of the third floor, which is to be decorated and furnish- ed according to my taste. This means that Cyril and I are to choose everything; for, of course, I should not be such a selfish wretch as to choose without deferring to him. At River Lawn we are to have the east wing, and mother will build more rooms if ever we fancy we want them. And the gondola is to be ours—the gondola in which Cyril sung last night. I feel as if the gondola were a personal friend. (TO BE CONTINUED.) The Chrysanthemum Show. Chrysanthemum shows seem to be the rage this fall. All the large cities of the for Infants and Children. +'Caatoria is so telladaptedto children that I recommend it as superiorto any presoription known to me," R. A. Anon, 51. D., 111 So. Oxford St., Brooklyn, N. Y. "The use of ' Cestorla' is so universal and its merits so well known that it seems a work 'of supererogation to endorse it. Few are the intelligent families who do.not keep Castoria within easy reach." 0AnLosNeSL&zrw York City. Late Pastor Bloomingdale Reformed Church. Castoria aures Colic, constipation, Sour Stomach, Diarrhoea, Eructation, gills Worms, gives sleep, and promotes di mo �1ons Wit,Sout injurious medication. "For several years I have recommended your Caatoria,' and shall always contmr'ee to do so as it has invariably produced benii ns2 results." EDWIN F. PARDUS, it, D., "The Winthrop," 185th Street and 7th Ave., New York City. Tea CENTAUR COMPANY, 77 MURRAY STmiT, `Nmw Tong. PUMAS IN DEADLY CONFLICT. Great Cats that Make 9. 'Rattling Fight When. Evenly Matched. "On our return trip to the coast I saw a thrilling incident of life in the South Amer- ican forest, a fight to the death be ween two big pumas. Those great beasts are fierce, hard fighters at all times against a common enemy, but it is only during the mating season that the males fight among. `e/ themselves, and when they do the contest means death to one or both of them. For 1 strength and courage they are the equals of the African lion or the tigers of the Indian jungles. " We were making our way down a narrow wooded ravine in the foothills of the Andes, and had stopped for our midday meal on the bank of a small mountain stream of clear water. After we had finish- ed the meal I lay down for a short rest,but in less than five minutes I was aroused by the most terrific, roaring, snapping and snarling of wild beasts I had ever heard. "Pumas, and there's going to be a fight,' said our guide in a whisper. It was not difficult to locate the animals. They were not more than 100 yards away, and by creeping through the brush as quietly as possible we were able to get near enough to see the fight without disturbing them. When we caught sight of the two animals, they were crouching close to the ground, fee/in.nal other, in a small space under TIIE CHRYSANTHEMUM --A COUNT Or GERMAN Y United States and Canada have indulged in them, and they have been successful every- where. Two weeks ago Montreal had a show and last week Toronto inlulged in one THE CHRYSANTH1;iIOE SHOW—A :STRANGER FROM NEW JEitsEY. which opened Tuesday, tinder the ratro?• age of the elite of the Queen City's society. We give a couple of the choice flowers dis- played. STRANGE STORY FROM BRITISH COLUMBIA. v r f Pet o orn Alleged 1liicoo y o r lD David Reid, a trapper and prospector, who has spent years in the wilds of the British Columbia, returned to Westminster, B. C., last week from Northern Cariboo and the Peace River District, where he spent the ' summer.' In penetrating the wilds of Peace River country he discovered near a tributary of the Peace a flowing wel of petroleum, which at a very moderate estimate is wasting a thousand barrels a day. Near at hand he found coal, but was unable to remain even a day on the spot, owing to the ugly disposition of a party of Indians who kept on his trail all the time he was in that section. Mr. Reid is satis- fied that they meant mischief and being en- tirely alone could not remain to fight it out with them. He brought back a few furs, having had the misfortune to be robbed of his traps by some persons unknown, short- ly after leaving Westminster last aping. He will return ,to the scene of his petrol- eum discovery next year. some large trees. They were the finest specimens of the puma I ever saw. " They were probably thirty feet apart, and as they crouched there glaring at each other they looked like giant cats about to spring on their prey. Pugilists never sparr- ed with greater caution than did those big brutes. Their tails were switching back and forth, and their eyes were like balls of fire. Slowly they moved around in a circle, all the time cautiously getting closer and closer together. It was evident that each was waiting for the other to make the first lead. For inure than ten minutes they watched and waited. The roaring and snarl- ing we had heard wh• n they first met had ceased. They made no sound now as they watched for a chance to spring. " Our own nerves were trembling under 1 the strain when at last the two great beasts rose in the air at the same instant, and, like catapults, cametogether with a thud that could have been heard 200 yards away. They dropped to the ground,and for almost ten minutes all we could make out was two great brown bodies rolling over and over in the death struggle. They made no out- , cry of any kind, but every few seconds we could hear their powerful jaws dome to- gether with a snap like the closing of a well-oiled steel trap. I - "Finally they began to weaken, and as 1 their struggles grew less violent we could see that both of them were covered with blood, while their flesh was torn to shreds. In five minutes more the fight was over and the two giants of the forest were stretched ' out at full length on the ground, clasped in each other's limbs, just as two playful 1 kittens sometimes lie down together. They I struggled feebly a title longer and then both of them lay perfectly still, Both were 1 dead when we got to them, and I never saw animals so torn to pieces. The entrails ! of both were torn Out and scattered over the ground where they had fought, and in their necks were great ragged holes, from which the blood had flowed in streams while they were still fighting. They each had a score of wounds that would have killed any animal with less tenacity of 1 life." Dinner for Two. Mr. Newedd—" How is that, my love ? Nothing in the house to eat ? I gave you money thismormmg." Mrs. Newedd-"ites, I know; but I ran across the most exquisitely charming Lon- don dinner gong—awfully fashionable, you know—and I couldn't resist the temptation to buy it." "But what shall we do for dinner ?" " We can listen to the gong." Although kept in a glass ease,the famous Bayeux tapestry,the most authentic reppro sentations of the Norman conquest of Hog- an n - an 1, is rapidly deteriorating g Children Cry for Pitcher's Castorial LIFE AND COST OF A LOCOMOTIVE.. Tile Exultant Start, the Gradual Decline, and the inevitable Break{Up. The cash value of a locomotive averages - $10,000, and there are now in use on the - 'railroads of the United States and Canada about 45,000 locomotives, representing a. total investment of $450,000,000. The life - of an ordinary locomotive, shinin,,brass, glittering steel, iron, and . hard wood, is. shorter than the life of an individual, and is in three divisions. First, when, bright and new from the machine shop, it is run. along the tracks to the roundhouse, flags. flying from the cab and a broom or a horse shoe on the cowcatcher for good luck. The second stage is when, after having been in active use, the outer glossis dimmed. by dripping oil and its beauty grimed by smoke. However carefully tended, however often repaired, and however thoroughly overhauled, a locomotive engine after some period of service becomes, as it were, a. second-rate article. It cannot make the long rune which were possible formerly ; it. cannot make the high standard rate of speed ; it cannot be used continually. A fine locomotive becomes so shaken at last• that the intricate machinery seems to get- out etout of gear. Afreight locomotive, construct- ed for heavier burdens but less speed, is more durable, but ceases finally to be powerful enough for the trains which get• longer and heavier as the equipment of American;' railroads is improved with heavier rails, iron bridges and trestles, and improved brakes and car couplers. When. a locomotive, passenger or freight, ceases, through use, to belong in the first grade, it. comes to be used as an auxiliary. The passenger locomotive formerly on express trains goes to the way -train service ; the freight locomotive comes to be used to re - enforce anothee locomotive in the freight service on grades where two are required. In some railroads freight locomotives• come at last to be used for station or round- house service—the lowest grade of all. Such "makeup"rains shift cars to mak t locomotives, sidings, draw away empty cars, and are employed on repair or construction trains. When that point is reached the useful days of a railroad locomotive are nearly over. What follows is the breaking up of the engine (dismantling it, it is called) for the old steel and iron it contains. Most, rail- roads, however, have for terminal of station purposes smaller and cheaper locomotives specially constructed for that use, anil„i.iose may easily be distinguished by a traveller on account of the little care given them by the engineer. They are useful and not ornamental. _ Poultry Notes. Except in the severest weather let the fowls out for exercise. Wheat, cracked cord, peas, rice and oat- meal make good feed for pigeons. A goose can not be at its best unless in clean quarters. What fowl or animal can? Better late than never. Get up some earth for dust-bath purposes before it freezes up. Give the ducks an airy coop even if it is. low, and give them an occasional fresh bed of clean straw. A little chopped fresh meat or a little oil meal mixed in the morning feed will help through the moulting season. If you have an idea that the poultry business will run itself you are mistaken, and .11 you go into it with that mistaken idea youwill find to your sorrow that, you should have paid attention to it. If you are crowding poultry at fattening time clean out the troughs each time after they have eaten. Feed three times a day if you wish, but do not keep food before them all the while.