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The Exeter Advocate, 1895-11-29, Page 6into the room she showed, indeed, as a superbly handsome woman. The ample r r fold of hergathered. red in e e dinner {,oK n g l e her small white hand adorned her queen liness fittingly, and she was in perfect accord with. the luxury of au apartment furnished with some richness and a thousand details of good taste and ele- gant fanny. Not so the man, who ad- vanced somewhat ardently to meet her, and took almost by force her dainty fingers in his coarse clutch. There was an aggressive activity, a persistent self- will in his general bearing and the harsh Belfast accent of his speech which stamped him as being out of place amidst opulent and peaceful surroundings. But Muriel O'Connor did not seem to think so. She greeted Dennis Donovan with cordiality, and drew him to her side in the growing darkness of the room. " He's here," she murmured in the first moment of their meeting ; and a rapid conversation ensued between them, whispered so confidentially as to imply a perfect mutual understanding. He seemed to be urging upon her certain projects, to which, after some hesita- tion, she assented. Then some question arose between them as to a fitting agent in a sehemo which, from the earnest manner of its discussion, appeared to be of vital importance. Muriel O'Connor suggested the name of one Ralph Kestrel, and, being met with some objections, replied decisively, " There is no one else; I will answer for him." Footsteps were now heard upon the gravel path, and the voices of her guests in conversation outside gave notice to Muriel that her privacy would be inter- rupted. They are coming," she exclaimed, starting up ; " I forgot to tell Laura to detain them in the garden until my re- turn. Shall we go into the library, or have we finished anthers was to say ? " "Let us go into the library," said Donovan ; and without ceremony he opened a small door at the end of the room, and passed through, leaving the lady to follow. This strategic movement was swiftly executed—not so adroitly, however, but that Cecil Chester approaching the window, noted Muriel's departure, and caught a glimpse of the bearded stranger who disappeared into the inner room. It was difficult to construe the retreat in any other way than as being occasion- ed by the coming of Chester}imself, and the man of society stood on the thres- hold for a moment, transfixed with this confirmation of his uncharitable doubts. It was only a moment, but in that short space of time he was struck with a keen distress. Had he believed in this woman and obtained proof of her worthlessness, he could hardly have felt aheavier weight at his heart as he turned back and en- countered his friend and Laura Kingdon under the verandah. HESITATION.—" WHAT'S THE 'MATTER, CE('IL? WHAT'S UP, MAN?" Both saw that he had grown pale, and passed some playftil remarks upon the fact, Laura urging him to go and rest himself after the fatigue of a long walk round the acre and a half of garden. He made an incoherent excuse and left them standing there in the red evening glow, returning alone to the shrubbery, where he was speedily lost to sight. They gazed after him in astonishment. "Chester is not himself to -night," ex- plained Lord Wilimore. "You can have no idea what a rattling, pleasant fellow he is when he is in good form." "I saw nothing the matter with him when we .were conversing just now," re- plied. Laura •; , "he manifested a most kind interest in me." "I trust you did not fund him intru- sive. He had good reason for expressing an interest in yeti." "A special reason? May I know it?" Willmore gazed into the deep blue eyes raised so ingenuously to his own, and his breath came quickly as he ans- wered with suppressed emotion : "He is my best friend." Laura Kingdon was no coquette: she she did not affect to mi n su der eta nd him A wave of colour richer than the sunset swept over her sweet face, like a Madon- na's in its modest loveliness, and when it faded there was trouble creasing the smooth brow. Insensible, indeed, must that man have been who did not lead in thee° signs a favourable augury for his dearest hopes. All measures of prudence were discarded. Lord Will - more utterly forgot his father and mother, all consideration of Mends and kindred; he waited not for Cecil Chester's report, but flinging to the winds his mentor's recent earnest counsel, poured forth his adoration then and there, He told how her silent sweetness had fas- cinated him from the first, how ever- present she had been in his thoughts and in his dreams, how far she excelled all the women of this world, how restless- ly he always longed for their next meet- ing, and how the time had come when his happiness demanded that he should see before him a prospect of meeting to part nevermore. In all that he said there was no men- tion of marriage, no direct proposal that she should be his wife, But Laura Kingdon either did not notice this, orshe was supremely indifferent to the omis- sion. She said simply: "You Blake me very happy. 1 may tell Muriel, niay 1 not?" LordWillmore had been quiet prepar- ed to scandalize . his family by a ines- alliance, but his passion did not blind him to a sense of his social importance, and he certainly had looked for the rais- ing of such obstacles as a girl in the de- pendent position of Laura Kingdon might be expected to appreciatb as stand. ing between her and marriage with a• nobleman; and further, he had antici- patedthat this virtuous girl (as he fully believed her to be) would at oncedetect the hollowness of professions of love in which the sacred name of wife was never spoken,• But Laura's sentiment was one of siu;h. unworldly, simple reciprocation that she did not attempt to trifle with love, and insult her lover by the suggestion that sordid and class interests could come between thein ; nor did she dream that, with a passion so true, to which litr soul freely responded, could be joined a reckless selfishness, a brutal design to destroy all that was worthy of being loved. Perhaps had he met herrn her parents' home, instead of in a house that he had entered upon a somewhat equivocalfoot- ing, he might have understood her purity of mind. Unhappily, the influence of his associates and the feverish exper- iences of his youth had led hint: to dis- trust all women, and, where there was any doubt betwixt good and evil, to as- sume the worst as a safeguard against the terrible danger known as "being made a fool of;" He drew her into the shadow of the stephanotis, and, as he kissed again and again the fair forehead that stooped to- wards his breast, he blessed his happy stars that had given him so rich a prize without the exaction of a serious sacri- fice. CHAPTER IV. LOVE'S VALUE. The sun had set, and the gray veil of twilight covered the closing flowers, Lord. Willmore and Laura Kingdon sat together by the window, engrossed in that tender converse which delights in the gloaming. She told him all of herself that she had to tell: of her parents' early death, and the necessity which hadprompted herto accept the position of companion; of her several experiences in that capacity, and the accident which had made her the bosom friend of Muriel O'Connor. She told him of her one relation, a younger sister, dear to her as flesh and blood could be, who was married to a sea -cap- tain, now expected home from a long voyage. To that sister she was going on the morrow, to help her prepare for the reception of her husband, and to wel- come him home. She described a humble little cottage in the unfashionable local- ity of Wapping, where Dorothy Dundas awaited the return of her errant spouse. "Wapping does not sound nice," said Laura deprecatingly; "but the house is reallyprettyand snug and so nice. > situated on the bank of the river. It s most interesting to watch the craft pass- ing up and down, and we don't notice the mud when the tide is in. If you would care to come to such an out-of-the- way place, I should be so very glad to introduce you to my sister and her good husband. He is a rough sailor, but 0! so good and true -hearted, and he loves Dorothy very fondly." She ;ave Wilimore the address, and told him how he could reach the place; and as she was to remain at Wapping for a few days, he readily agreed to visit. her there, for at the flood. of his passion a day's absence seemed unendurable. They had scaanly observed how dark. the room had grown, when the door opened to admit a stream of light from the hall, and another visitor. Laura ani Wilimore, enveloped in shadow, were not noticed by the new- comer, who, standing in the radiance of the hall -lamp, couldhimselfbe very dis tinctly seen by them. He was a 'grace- fully -built young man of middle height, clad in evening dress, with a cape -coat flung carelessly across his shoulders. His face was partially concealed by the shadow of his opera -hat, which he had not removed. That Laura should hastily withdraw her hand from Lord Will- more's caress was not unnatural, but the lover subsequently asked himself whether the action was not rather due to recognition of the visitor than to the mere intrusion upon their conference. The young man, evidently supposing the room to be unoccupied, began to rate the servant soundly: "What's this ?" No lights? All gone to bed? Or not up yet? Come, light up, light up, you lazy baggage! Is this a room to show me into? Where's your mistress? Don't know? Why the devil don't you know? Light the gas, idiot, and don't talk to me in the dark! Saucy bundles of rubbish you servants are! Don't have so much to say!" The gas was lighted, and the servant g g withdrew. The n ew•comer found him- self face to face with Laura R'iugdon and Lord Wilimore. "Hallo l" he said, nodding to the lady with insolent familiarity, "hallo 1" "Good -evening, Mr. Kestrel; have you called to see Miss O'Connor?" "Called to see you, my dear; want word with you par-ticuler-lar-Iully. Who's your friend? 'Duce me." Mr. Kestrel had evidently dined. Lord Willmore surveyed him with disgust, and frowned heavily as he noted that Laura was trembling and appeared' to be strangely embarrassed. "Who is this man?" he asked. Without waiting for Laura's introduc- tion, the other replied with emphasis: "This gen'leinan is Ralph Kestrel—the Ralph Kestrel—sir ! Who are you?" "This is Lord Willmore," said Laura, "a friend 0f Miss O' Connor's," "What, another of 'em ! A lord, eh? My Lord Tomnoddy, glad to snake your acquaintance." There was something ,ineffably offen- sive to Lord Willmore in the intrusive and drunken familiarity of this num- skull, and the sneering su encss of �gesti F the reference to Muriel O'Connor was not lost upon him. The thought flashed through his mind that Chester must be right, that his own first impressions were correct,, and this dainty little home was the web of a biunan spider, ;And that were the ease, what of Laura'Kin don, the intimate of a.. adventures How could it be possible that elle sherd touch pitch and net be defiled? Sh trembled hi the presence of this intoxi sated blackguard; she was palpably ' At ease; there was most• clearly an n derstanding between them and '1.e. d not hesitate to glass it as blameworthy But if Laura Kingdon had so far la his good opinion, how much more w he confirmed in his evil surmises wile haying in treated v g t e� ted Mr, Kestrel to tl. haughtiest of snubs, he (Willmore) in- vited her to withdraw with hint, and was net with a request, conveyed in agitated accents, that he himself would withdraw, and leave her in privacy with this swaggering debauchee He was too much shocked and amazed to offer the least opposition. With a cold bow, the significance of 'which was lost upon Laura Kingdon, he passed out into the garden in silence. But, once shrouded by the friendly gloom of the b*shes, he paced along furiously, muttering. between his teeth, and frequently exclaiming aloud in pas- sionate resentment. Rage grew upon him as he revolved the matter ; rage at his own folly in lov-. ing such a creature rage against her for her saintlike face, her innocent voice and manner, for the presumed corruption of her life, and, above all, for the affront she had put upon him in preferring the society of such a disgusting cad as this Ralph Kestrel. His first impulse was to quit the house at once, and follow out his friend's ad- vice to the letter. Their hostess had de- serted them immediately after dinner without explanation, and making but the lightest of apologies. Muriel's conduct' was equally unac- countable. Had she considerately intend- ed to leave him to asolitu'Ie a deux, why had she not taken °ham'gu"0 of Cecil Ches- ter, who would have been very much in the way had he not taken himself off? Where, by the bye, was Chester? He had disappeared into the shrubbery, Willmore groped his way thither, and called quietly for his friend. Ithe utter stillness of the fallen night his voice must have been heard all over the garden, but no reply came, and Wilimore concluded that Chester had left the house. Perhaps the best course would be to follow him. He sought the door with that in- tention, but on reflection there was something not only gauche but ridicu- lous in this running away, without leave taking, of two guests who had eaten a nearty dinner, just because the hostess was detained from them by some pro- bably unavoidable circumstance. Will - more could not run the risk of looking ill-mannered and absurd. If Chester had gone, so much the more reason that he should remain to carry out the formal- ities of good breeding. This, he told himself, held hint back from rushing from the place; but he was not quite candid with himself in the matter. Love held him there by strong er chains than etiquette. His feeling to- wards Laura flew to all points, like a weather -vane in a veering wind. Now he hated her for her frailty, now he pitied her helplessness ;• now he loathed her for that he dared not formulate, yet loved her throughout: it was inevitable. The thought did enter his heart that ap- pearances might wrong her, but only to be scouted by gusts of cynicism and worldly self conceit. Upon one thing did he congratulate himself over and over again; he had not been dishonoured by asking her to be his wife. Lord. Will - more, in common with most men of his class, had a great respect for the sacred- ness of the marriage tie, and he conceiv- ed it to be the highest honour g that a man could tender to a woman. Many a time had he dallied with love, imagining himself its victim; but he had ever been chary of offering his name to the object of his passion. He now thanked the pru- dent teaching of his father, and congra- tulated himself on his own self-control that had held him back in the moment of insanity from profaning that precious gift which he yet hoped to lay at the feet of a worthy woman. But if he dreamed for a moment of abandoning his pursuit of Laura Kingdon, he quickly cast the thought aside. With redoubled ardour he coveted the girl who could only have become his wife at cost of grave family dissension. He felt himself free to possess her, and liberty gave vitality to passion. And a fiercer flame was added to the fire that burned in his heart: he would be re- venged upon her falsity, upon the class. of birds of prey which she represepted. Little he recited of the suffering his con- duct might cost her, The cruelty -of a jealous passion is almost inhuman. If his knowledge of the world's sad pictures showed him a vision of wrecked woman- hood, lost beauty, broken heart, and mind degraded, he closed his eyes against it callously, anti crushed pity with some such judgment as: "What does it matter? It will be all the same a hundred years hence." it THE BOYS AND GIRLS st THIS ,COi,i1NMN' iS PREPARED ES PEOIALLY FOR THE YOUNG. 111 id OLD ZEB, i▪ t The :first Gime I saw hien tatteringalon as the main thoroughfare of the little mon taiu town, h impressed n,e eicss0 d me so curious s pi th" i e 1G I straightway found myself applgii to one of the natives for information. ' 'That? That's Old Zeb,' was the read response, "lle's a curious old fellow, Zola: little oil' here," tapping his head si nifloantly, "He's bin prospeotin' for go for nigh on to forty years, about 13i Roan; that mountain you see yonde IIo's gathered bushels of specimens, an I reckon, nary one has got as much gol in 'em as that •'ar brick, But that's hi hobby, and I •'spoot heli never give it u tili.he dies." `The next time, I saw thin. it was a closer range. A number of us were lour ging about the piazza of the hotel, whe the old roan ozone along. If appearano counted for any thing, he must have bee past four score. His lean, spare figur clad in worn and tattered homespun, wa bent nearly double, Only a few etre looks showed from beneath his coon -ski cap, while his face was so shriveled by ag and exposure as to have well nigh lost a sell/ bianoe of the human oountenance. A3 eyes, set deep in their cavernous socket had that wild, expectant gleam peoulia to those whose minds' are constantly hov °ring between the extremes of excited au tioipatton and bleak despair. " Well, Zeb," called out some one, "hay you struck it rich yet?" The old yuan stoppod,and slowly thrust ing his hand in his pocket, drew out handful of specimens from which he se leoted a blackish piece of rook,and treznu lonely handed it out for inspection. "Here is soinathin,' " be said, in th shrill, piping tones of age, "I found bu yesterday. That it'll prove rioli, I'm sar tin." "Why, Zeb,". put in the first speaker "that's what you anus say. It warn' very long back that I sent a hunk of or away for you, and you know that miner alogist ohap wrote back that the stu wouldn't run fifty cents to the ton." The old man made' no reply to this, bu intently followed the specimen as it wen the round of the crowd. .As each in succession prone/wed i worthless. I could see that his lips quiver ed with disappointment, "What do you think of it?" be asked with an eager tremor in his voice, and th specimen was handed to me. I was of an opinion with the rest, but, wishing to cheer the old fellow up, I re plied: "•I'm a lumberman, uncle, and s my opinion wouldn't count for much; bu I have heard that the gold is seldom vis ible with the naked eye, even in the rich est ores. It usually requires an assay to determine it" His face brightened up wonderfully at this, though he said nothing He lingered about until all the rest had gone, then ap preaching and regarding me critically for a moment, like one who wants to make sure of another, he began: "Stranger, I. don't know who ye be, aor nuthin' about you; but ye 'pear to be a square sort of roan. P'raps some 'uns about here has told you that I'm orazy and maybe they're right, maybe they're right," he repeated slowly. "I've bin prospectin' abort that 'ar old mountain, I reckon, since long 'fore ye were born. But somehow though I'm mortally sartin there's rich stuff thar somewhere, I've never jist struck the right place. Unless this be it," he said, turning the speci- men over in his hand, "and there's some thin 'in me as says that it is. It's my last hope; If it don't pan out right I'll— I'11 have to gin it up." As he said this he choked back a sob and bis feeble old frame shook with emotion. Seeing that he hesitated to go on, I said kindly, "Now, uncle, what is it you want of me?" "It isn't much," he replied eagerly; "all I ask is that ye send a piece of this ore to some of those fellers as knows how to test it. You see," he said, lowering his voice confidentially, "if the thing turns out well you and I'll be the first on the ground, and we will stake out a clajm to- gether. There's thousands of tons of the stuff in sight, enough, I reckon, to make us both rich." I was not at all dazzled at this prospect of sudden wealth. In fact, by this time I was quite convinced of the truth of the natives' assertion that the old man was daft on this subject But for all that I could not bring myself to say no to the old man's request. It seemed to be the only thing he had to live for. He was very grateful when I told him that I would have the ore tested, and hobbled away with something like sprightliness in his gait. I mailed the specimen to the analytical chemist, sending a long -and ample fee so that the work would be done without any unnecessary delay. After that Old Zeb limped in regularly, though at the start I assured him that it might be a month before we heard anything. But he still persisted in coming; it seemed to cheer him up mentally, though I could not but notice that his bodily infirmities were growing greater with each recurring trip. It happened,about this tune. I was sent out to inspect seine timber lying close to the Tennessee line. The business detained me much longer than I' had expected, so that fully a month had passed before 1 found myself in shape to return. When I got back among the aeoumulated mail I found a letter from the chemist. It ran thus: "Dear Sir—We are in receipt of your specimen of gold -hearing quartz, and the same has been duly tested. We are happy' to Inform you that the analysis, given below, shows a run of over $200 to the ton. This, as no doubt you are aware, is a remarkable yield; and if the rein holds out that way you undoubtedly have ono of the richest /nines in the country, 7!lre ore belongs to the class of—," etc. Then followed the result of the assay, together wish a formula for the proper re- duction of the ore. To acknowledge that I was surprised would bo putting it mild. Throwing all other business aside, I star. ted out to find. Old Zeb. Upon inquiry I learned. that be had ceased his visits soon after I had left, and since then nothinghad boon seen of hire. His cabin was located somewhere near the summit of Big Roan tneuntain, 7 im- inecliately started for there with a small party of oitizons,hastily gathered together. It was a matter of seven miles to the feet et the mountain, .and probably the sane distance to the summit. The ascent was by a narrow, rugged trail, In places so steep that I wondered. how the old man had ever managed to pass that way. After consderable diffi, ettlty we looated the cabin le a sinal: cove, within a stone's throw of the summit. It had every appearance of being desert- ed; no smoke issued from the ochialiney, CHAPTER V. COMPROMISED. As soon as Wilimore was out of hear- ing, Ralph Kestrel approached Laura, and asked abruptly: "Is this true?" "Is what true?" "This coming home of your sister's husband?" "Captain Dundas is on his way home." "No humbug? True for a fact, eh?" "I believe his vessel will be reported any hour. Why do you doubt my sister? It is she, I suppose, who informed. se o med you. Why do you ask me? How does it con- cern you?" "Your very good at asking questions, Laura; be discreet in answeringany that may be put to you—for your siter's sake." "What do you mean?" Laura Kingdon asked this question impetuously, with a tremor in her voice and a wild look of apprehension, in her large blue eyes, turned up to him in the glare of the gasalier. The other stared at her with drunken impenetrability, and shook his head slowly several times; then, trying to pat her on the cheek, an attention which she evaded, he hiccoughed: "You'll know all about it, my dear, in good tinge in good time." She caught him by the arm as he turned away. "Ralph Kestrel, if you contemplate any wickedness against my sister; if you have forced yourself upon her again, and she has been weak enough toreceive you, in spite of my warning., in spite of in l solemn promise herto ,ing I implore p e you to desist from this persecution, I warn you that the time has come when she Will be no longer without a protector, and your attempts to corrupt her, while they may ruin all the happiness of her life, may bring about your own clestruo- tion." 'ro :131: Mare TCIICi), and there was not a sign of a living being in the neighborhood.. Without going through the ceremony ef knocking I lifted the 10011 and entered. The interior consisted of single large roon►,iiglited only through the open door- way, The furnishing was rude in the ex- trowel a sant table, .a chair and a few cooking utensils completed the list, 'Pilo dirty floor .looked as though it had been znacle the dump, of a quarry, there were so many reeks seattored about. Onaap leu of skins the f ► . i l0 t rtilost and. darkest corner of the room lay the old man, At first we thought he .vas dead. Ho lay rigid, his frame emaciated and. dried up. until it WAS of X10 ashy line, and all withered; and his bony hands were clinched tight, 501110 one touched hien lightly, and the eyelids slowly lifted, revealing the hollow sunk eyes, s deeper than ever in their oav ernous sockets. He stared .about pian dazed and vacantly for a moment until suddenly his gaze onoountercl mine. In- stantly the little eyes were all. aglow. Raising himself slightly, he inquired in an eager, hoarse whisper, "have—.Lave ye heard," " Yes, Zeb," I replied; "cheer up. I've got good news to tell you; the assay shows that you have struok rich ore; it runs 8200 to the ton," I?or an instant an expression of exulta- tion filled his withered countenance, and thea of a sudden there was a convulsive twitching of the mouth, and his ,Oyes as- snmed a dull, glassy stare. "Tho—the coin is d•down"—he tried to gasp, but with a groan he fell back, and with that groan his spiritpassed into eter- nity. The sudden transport of joy had been too much for his weakened frame, and ho had died with the secret on his lips. With due reverence we buried him in the shadow of his cabin, and raised a rude head -board to his memory, ' The mountain immediately swarmed with prospeotors, for the newsof Old Zeb's find spread like wildfire through the vil- lage. Every nook and • cranny. of Big Roan was thoroughly explored, and from thence the search spread over the • entire range; but without result. The vein has never been found even to this day. That it really existed none doubted for a mo- ment. In the cabin were found large quantities of ore, similar in every respect to the speci- men assayed, proving conclusively that the old man must have had aoonsiderable supply to draw from. THE CANDLE MOTOR. It is Easily Srade and. Creates Lots of Gen- uine Amusement. A novel kind of motor is illustrated in the accompanying out. It is worked neither by steam, electricity nor compress- ed air; it requires neither boiler, nor cyl- inder, nor piston, and consists solely of a simple candle. A inotor like this is easily made. Stick two pins heated over a lamp through a candle at opposite middle points, veriteally to the wick, These Dins will be the axis of our motor, aria you must set their extremities on. the edges of two glasses. Now light both ends of the candle,which will burn furiously. Presently a drop of the wax or sperm falls into one of the plates sot beneath to receive it. The equilibrium of the balance shaft being thus destroyed, the other end of the candle falls downward, causing the end which bas lost the first drop of wax to go up. But in its downward movement the falling. end loses several drops, and therefore in turn becomes lighter than the other and rises again. In this way an oscillatory movement is begun, weak at first, but gradually growing wider and wider until the candle finally assumes almost a verti- cal position. To utilize this movement of the candle fasten to its axis by means of pins long enough to keep it from contact with, the flames a strip of pasteboard in imitation of a plank, at each extremity of which stink two little figures out out of stiff paper. When the candle ends are lighted the figures will seem to be enjoying a game of see-saw,and will greatly heighten the interest of the experiment,—Once a Week. Tall. Tower. London is to have a tower 1,200 feet high, or 150 feet higher than the Eiffel Tower. It will stand in a pleasure -ground of 120 acres, which will include large cricket -grounds, a lake for boating in summer and skating in winter, pavilions, and winter gardens. This huge struottre,. however, will be far less imposing than the Devil's Tower, of volcanic rook, which rises to a height of 1,727 feet from the banks of the Belle Fourche River in north- eastern Wyoming. This tower is a huge obelisk of lava, 826 feet wide at the foot, and the basaltic crystals appear in un- broken shafts running from base to sum- mit. This is only one of the natural won- ders of the marvellous Northwest, but it overtone by hundreds of feet the tallest structure pian bas built. Some of% the world's greatest buildings are the Church of Notre Dame, in Paris, 217 feet high; St. Peter's Rome, 483 feet; the Washing- ton Monument, 554 feet; the Great Pyra- mid of Egpyta 479 fees; Rouen Cathedral, 492 feet; Strasburg Cathedral, 467 feet; Invalides in Paris, 345 Peot Cologne Cathedral, 521 feet; the Pantheon, in Paris, 279 feet; the tower of Madison Square Garden, New York, 840 feet. Can You Explain Th IS? Put down any sum of pounds, shillings and pence under £11, taking care that the number of pence is less than the number of, pounds. Reverse this sum., putting pounds in the place of pencol and subtract fromoriginal amount. Again reverse this rentainder and add. Tho result in all cases will be £1218s 11d, neither more nor less, whatever the amount with which we start. £ e. d. Example:. ... ... 8 11 4 Reverse and subtract... .. , . 4 11 8 Remainder 8 19 8 Reverse remainder and add , , , , 8 10 8 12 1811 Jamaica (winger Boer..—Ono bottle of Jamaica ginger extract, one ounce of cream tinter, six quarts of water,one pored of sugar, Stir until the sugar is melted, then pat In the grated peel of a lemon and heat until blood warm. . Add a tablespoonful of brewer's yeast, Stir well and bottle, wiring down the cork. It will be Sit for use in four days. THE (DRUNKARD'S DOG. Ile Saved Xli,, Silaeter from Being. Seat to the Prison. The New York Times reports that Pot- iceman Logan, of that city, saw a pian lying intoxicated on the pavement, and went toward him, meaning to wake 11101.. As 1;e drew near, however, 11e saw a brindle bulldog standing beside the sloop; er, and as the policeman leaned forward. to shake the man the dog growled and h his 1 is tooth, Logan stepped, back for fear of being bitten. The drunkard's mime was Collins. "Hey, there!" saidLogan, Collins wore up, "Tell your dog to let nue arrest you," Collins struggled to his feet, and said to the dog: "Come on, Bully, .we're, 'rested." The dog "heeled" obediently, and the policeman took them to the Thirtieth atrcot. station -house. There was no reason why the pup should be looked up, but it was plain that he intended to stick to his cl'unken master as long as ho could, and h 1 was allowed to oioupy the cell in which Catlins spent the night, ' The clog accompanied Collins when Logan took h:hu down to Jefferson Market police oonrt, and was close to him when Justice Hogan asked: "Well, • sir, what have you to say for yourself"" ' "Talk to him, Bully," whispered Collins to the pup; and the pup jumped npon.the .bridge, whore tho justice could 850 hint, sat up, held up his forepaws and whined, Everybody in court was watching him. "Are we sorry?" Collins asked him. The pup whined loudly and more for- lornly than:, before. He looked as if he would ory in another minute. "Well, young ratan," said the justice, "I'll let you'go this time on account of sour dog. I don't think you deserve such faithfulness as he has shown. If Iwere a dog and had a drunken master, I- would leave him. But I guess doas are more faithful than mon." "Thank the judge, Bully," said Collins. The dog stood up on his hind legs, gave one short, joyous yelp and bounded out of the courtroom beside his master. How to Tulse a Small 1louble-ILunner. ,livery real boy likes coasting. It is a very healthful and exciting amusement, and if proper Dare is taken it is not danger- ous. A double -runner should be at least five feet long, and strong enough to carry two or three boys comfortably. Any boy who has a few simple tools and a fair amount of common-sense clan make one if he fol- lows these directions. Well -seasoned pine l TIG. 1. will do very well, bit some harder wood, as oak or black walnut, would make a somewhat stronger frame. The argument against hard -wood is that it is much more difficult to "wort:" than pine. All the lumber should be about one inch thiole. The first thing to be done is to make the sleds. Fig. 1 shows the size and dim- ensions of the side of a sled. A 13 are the end views of the braces, which, as oan be seen in the figure, are to be fitted into the side. In Fig. 2 is shown the top view of a sled before the top board is put on. Make the two sleds as shown above: the dimensions are given in Fig. 1, except the width of the sleds, which is ten inches. Be sure that the braces are strong and fit tightly. u rItL2. Screw the top boards,—which are to cover the braces and the spades, between them to the sleds, and across the front end of the front sled fasten a strong wooden bar long enough to project four or five inches on either side. This is the steering bar, and the person sitting on the front part of the double -runner can thus steer comfortably with his feet, but he also should have in his hands a rope attached to the front sleds of the runners. Paint the sleds as soon as they are made, to prevent warp- ing. Now we aro ready for the turning gear. The general plan oan be seen in Fig. 3. C is a sectional view of the long top 1 /////©© 'r= 110. 3. board of the double -runner, and D is a sectional view of the top board of the front sled. A stout bolt acts as A'lyOt Around which the two pieces M and N, which are screwed to C and D, turn, The dimensions are given in the figure. The back sled now remains to be fasten- ed in place. Fig 4 shows a very ingeni- ous device. It is a side view. At H there is a hinge which allows the front part of the sled to tip up when the double -runner is going over a hilltop. The bar marked 1K Is firmly screwed to the long seat board P. Tho breadth of K is, of oourse,equal to V Is. 4. that of the sled, viz., ten inches. The top board P is five feet long, Having fastened the back sled to the top board as desoribod above, the double -run- ner is finished, except that it needs seine steel runners aficl a boat of paint. 'There. fere go to a blacksmith who likes boys, and get him to make 101108rs to f1t• the sleds, Basten them on, ,and paint the wholedouble lamina-, top and bottom. You will then have a sled fit for a king. ;s: