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BRUSSELS
HIS HEIRESS;
OR, LOVE IS AT WAYS THE SAKE,
CHAPTER XLVII.
Lady Bratoksmero, utterly unnerved
makes a movement towards the door, lJn•
happily her flight conveys the Iden that she
is afraid, the gid eprhngs after hep
(+lutthes at her gown, and olings to it. A
most horrible glare has oome into her eyes,
Muriel shrinks from her, and, no sho does
so, a largo bnnoh of crimson ribbune, lying
hidden amongst the totde of sho ton -green
gown she is wearing, is brought oonspio-
uously into view, and strikes upon the
sight of the stranger, and then—it is all
over 1
In a second—with one spring she is upon
Muriel, her fluggere round her throat, her
oyes ablaze, the demon Alertness wide awake!
The fair, soft, nluldish face of a moment
surae is now transfigured—distorted beyond
recognition, and the lips, purple and wide.
ly parted, aro quivering with a rage that
knows no reason I
Shriek upon ehriek reads the air
Again and again that awful yell rises,
growing fiercer as time goes on 1 Not all
the padding on the doors an stifle it t
Closer and closer the mad woman's arms
clasp linriol in that deadly embrace, until
at last, with a faint groan, her victim ceases
to struggle, and with e. sigh her head falls
backward.
The touch of cold water upon her brow.
a struggle with memory, and Muriel 01100
more opening her oyes Looks languidly
around. Everything has come back to her,
She remembers that last horrible scene and
wonders vaguely how it is site is now alive
and in her own room, with Bridgman
•bantling over her. Has Brankamere heard
of it? And if so, why—
Her eyes meet those of her tumid, who is
gazing solicitously at her, and sinking back
again amongst her pillows, alae looks at her
inquiringly. Was it Bridgman who had
come to the rescue ? Is the secret at last
betrayed to the household? What does
this woman know?
"I fainted, Bridgman?"
"Yos, my lady, but you are better now.
You must not try to think yet awhile, but
just lie quiet and let me bathe your head."
" Did—you find me?"
" You are feeling ill, my lady," said
Bridgeman anxiously, who Is very fond of
her. " My lord said you were to take this
brandy, if possible, and said, too, he'd be
back as soon as he could. Do now try to
take it, my lady."
want nothing—nothing," returns
Muriel, impatiently : " Doty to be alone.
Go, Bridgman, go. I can not rest with
anyone near me."
` But, my lady—"
I promise I shall ring for you if I feel
weaker," says Muriel, gently. " Now go,
my good Bridgmou. Ala—"
She starts and makes an effort to rise to
her feet, as Braoksmere enters the room,
even as the maid leaves it,
Pale as Muriel was before, she is now
ghastly as sho confronts her husband. He
comes up to her, his brows contracted, and
seizing her by the arm turns her to the
nearest lamp.
You are safe, unhurt," he mutters,
"but she might have killed you," he says
in a low tone. He looks white and haggard
and is trembling in every limb. "`Yhab
possessed you to enter that roost?"
" When I found you there,' he goes on,
"in her g�rasp—Myra. Brooks was quite un-
able to drag her off you—I thought, I
feared—" He shuddered violently.
"I beg you will no longer distress your-
self about me," said Muriel, curtly ; "I am
well, uninjured. All I now require," re.
garding him steadily, "is an explanation."
He pauses, ho is about to reply, when—
"You shall have it," exclaims a voice
from the doorway, where Mme. von Thirsk
stands, pale and wild, her arms folded upon
her breast. "Follow me I" she says; and
as if impelled to obey her command Muriel
moves mechanically forward, and with
Branksnnere pursues her way once more to
the ill-fated room that had been so full of
clanger for her.
Standing just inside in, Brankamere
pomace.
' She is better?" he asks anxiously, ad-
dressing madame, who had preceded them
with a lighted taper in her oold hand,
"Better?" She regards him mournfully,
and yet as one who barely understands,
" Ay ! site is better."
"And—and sane?" questions Branka-
more in a subdued voice. "There
Is no fear of a farther shock for—
He hesitates, he is evidently full of
fears for—Muriel. Mme. von Thirsk, with
a ory of anguish, flings her arms suddenly
above her head.
Muriel falls upon her knees and covers
her face with her hands.
"Dead 1" breathes Brankamere. "Great
Heaven, since when?"
" Almost as you left her last the change
came. She was exhausted aid quiet then,
but os the door closed on you she Dried
aloud to me to bring a light. The room
was flooded with light, so I knew what that
niennb. In a little while site dropped bath
dead ! D l"
Yon want an explanation," she Gaye fa
to hard voice, addressing Laxly Braoksmere,
"about her? Well, you shall have it."
".She was--'" ventures Muriel, with
trembling lips.
My sister—the one thing left me that I
might love!" She checks -herself. "Sloe,"
pointing to the dead girl, "was the mis'
tress of your hueband'e brother 1"
A mnothered ejaculation breaks from
Lord Brankamere. Ho stakes a gesture as
though he would speak, but madame sup-
presses him.
' Tho truth, the truth, Brankamere—let
us have the truth at last," sho cries wildly.
Tho anguish of her face is miserable. " Lig-
ton to one," she gods on hurriedly, speaking
to Muriel, " site loved sho Into Lord Bfanits-
mere, and ho loved her, but marriage
between them was impossible because of hie
Pay pins Marriage with Lady Atone."
Muriel unclasps het bands from before
her fore, and looks up Startled.
You know that he was killed in a duel,"
goes on madame, in a dull tato, " Yon
do not know who killer! hint. It was my
brother, her brother. For our honor's sake
he slow her lover—too late 1 Tho news of
his death came to hor abruptly. . She--"
'for the first time madame fetters—" was
hot very strong at the time, and the ghouls
destvoyod hor brain I"
"Spare yontoelf 1" implores Bronksmere
in a whieper. " Let me explain the
vest," •
"I have promised Lady tennhemotm the
recital of this merry tale,l'returns Madera,
rigidly, "and 1 eltall keep my promise,
Hear the cud, addressing Muriel, Alas I
nor" sharply, " the end you ;see, but what
there remains for mo to tell, To please his
dying brother, and to conceal my mho
,ter frau the vengeance of our family,
your huebniid consented to bring her hero
soe'etly; oto ono knew of hor roam , save
Beaks, Lord 13rattkemcro, and Madame.
the Dowager, be whom the murdered Mall
woe inexpressibly door. (fere oho hos lived
—unknown ; here died, It is all 1"
" I leave this plane tomorrow morning,
with—her.
Se soon ?" questions Brouksntere, with
an expressive glance at the ourtatr. behind
width that quiet body rests surrounded by
light.
" Ay, at onto," returns she, with an im.
patient gesture. " Oh, to begone 1" she
oonquers 'malt presently. " here moat
be no scandal, Braoksmere," site murmurs
feverishly. AU must be done in secret.
CHAPTER XLVIIL
Nevertheless, ns he re-enters the Castle
to-night—Saturday—hie first thought is
for her. He income the staircase quickly,
and knocking at her door responds eagerly
to her permission to enter, She is lying
back in her chair, and there is enough
weakness in her attitude to appeal to itis
sense of pity very keenly.
" 1 ou are ill?" ho says abruptly, when
she has given him hor hand with evident
effort.
"A little, Yes, Bat it is merely
because sleep has fasted me for a eight or
two."
Has Margery been staying with you ?"
"No I would have nobody, though she
wished to remain with ma when here this
s
morning."
You should not have been alone after
all you went through," says Braoksmere
impatiently.
I me accustomed to be alone," returns
she, dryly.
Braoksmere looks as though he would
hove answered this, but checks himself.
There is a long silence, amd then, as though
following out a train of thought, he says,
slowly.
"I waited to see her buried. 11 was
the last thing I could do for her, whose
fortunes were so unfortunately mixed up
with our family. Madame Von Thirsk
gave you an outline of her story ; I am here
to 611 up the blanks. 1 own that I have
wronged you in keeping secret from yo
her existence here, but my promise to th
dead hound me to silence."
" To the dead?
"To my brother,' gravely. "It is a
long story and a sad one. It is more," ex-
claims Brankamere, with a sudden vehe-
mence, "It is a shameful one 1 Not so far
as sloe lb concerned . I would have you
understand that.
"lie made me swear I 'would befriend
her for lin sake, and that I would never
betray her secret. I gave my oath as he
desired. I swore it to the dying.
" Go on," she says, with lowered brow
and lips compressed.
"Hedied in my arms 1 At the end he bade
me hasten to her and prepare her for the
awful news that awaited her. But his voice
had grows thick and indistinct, and I sup-
pose I misunderstood what he said, because
T went first to the wrong house, and when
at last I gained tits right address, I found
the body had been brought home before me,
and that by some unlucky chance the poor
girl had met the bearers face to face and,
that, in fact, the dead man—her lover, her
husband, as she believed—had been laid
almost at her feet; "
"I shall never forget that moment I
Adela in her white gown ; the dead man
oovered with blood. The girl said nothing,
but she event slowl • up to him, and bending
down, laid her cold fingers on his cold brow.
' Why, how is this, sweetheart?' ale said.
I can hear her always. It thrilled through
the room. She'seemed to comprehend so
poorly, and yet her comprehension was so
complete—so fearful in its consequences 1
As she loaned over him some drops of his
life -blood, warm and red, fell upon her white
gown. She burst out laughing then, and
called to us to see how pretty they were.
It was an awful scene."
" There is more ?" she questions feverish-
ly.
"That night iter child was born 1"
Muriel, with a sharp exclamation, lets
her fan slip from her to the ground.
" That night, too, it died—happily 1 The
mother's mind died with it, but her body
lived.
" Was there no return ? No vague re-
membrance?"
" None ! After awuue strange fancies
grow within her. I bore n strong resem-
blance to my brother, and soon she grew to
connect ane with hum in some dell way, and
later on believed me to be indeed the
Braoksmere she had known and loved. I
alone could console her in her bursts of un-
meaning grief. I alone could control her
by a word—a look—when she fell a prey
to the violence that at times everoamo hor.
" It was the fact of my being a stranger
" No. It was the red ribbons on your
gown. Ever since that fatal morning when
the blood of• ler lover dyed her dress, it has
been impossible to let her see anything
even approaching that Dolor,
• IN as Airs. Brooks sho only one there ?
I have a confused idea that—" Lady
Braoksmere hesitates and frowns allghbly,
as one might to whom remenbrauoe is
difficult.
' A. correct one. Yee, Madame von
• Thirsk was there,"
He brushes his hand across his forehead,
and draws his breath heavily, but Muriel is,
too lost in a clew thought to heed him. So 1
madame had been there, and had been too
frightened to all for a0eiStaltOe 1 Too hor-
rified to try to save her from a cruel 'loath 1
Death 1
et w!]d ory breaks front her, She starts
to hor foot, and throws out iter arms as if
to ward ofi'eome fearful thing.
"What' is it?" oxalaims Brankenero
anxiously.
"Noosing 1 Nothing 1" She has sttbsid•
ed into her chair again, and ices covered
her face wilt her lands. Only shine hor.
rible thought I"
" You, have lfetenodtoo long to such an
uubappy story," declares Braoksmere.
Some other time I can finish-"
"No; letit be ended now, Forever. There
is ono thing I want to know. Sloe spoke of
flowers—a festival—"
" It was the anniversary of Arthur's
birthday, She always remembered that,
whatever else might bo forgotten, Poor
thing 1 It was her delight to keep their rooms
bright with them in the old days in Hen -
gars', She wee very goutle in her 001110
days, bat when exoitedd it was very dff-
iloult to manage iter. Sho woo indeed a
great responsibil
"You had not to utidortsico it alone,
however, You had .madame to help you,"
"Yos."
Ifo waits oxpeetantly for a word from
her, but none eomiss, Her back is turned
to him, or he alight paella -pa have noticed
the growing•palor 0nloee fete.
rt 1 would have epolcol"—!to goon on in.
a low voice—" I should hive betrayed all
then=l.'ut you gave ma no opportunity—
you would not hear me,'
" It was too late 1" Her vela is so faint
as to be almost indistinct j with difficulty
she conquers the emotion that threatens
to sink her into Insensibility, " Was it
for your oath's 'take you kept silence all
Mutt tittle?"
" For that—and for one other powerful
reason, Then twee Anne 1 Ifis wife 1 She
knew nothing ; she never so malt as
dreamed of her husband'e treachery.
" I have wronged you," elle cries fever.
iehly—" beyond forgiveness 1 That I knew
now 1 While yon—you—i Think, remain•
her well, what it is I should be now but
for yott 1 A thing lost, degraded." Slto is
rowing terribly excited, and her oyes aro
like largo coals of fire in her white face,
" I would have you remember well," Pi e
repeats again. "And that it is of yor
wife south words may be uaod, Your wife,
Braoksmere. Think of it I That should
make you harder.,,
She has broken into dry sobs, and Inas
turned aside to bide her fade neon the arra
Met is leaning against the mautol•ehel'.
But even as he speaks she throws out
her arms convulsively, sways heavily to
and fro, and falls senseless to the ground,
CHAPTER, \LII.
The world is three weeks older to -day,
and the events of that past night seem to
have happened quite a long while ago.
They had lifted her from where she fell at
Brankontere's feet, and carried her to her
bed, and Margery and Mrs. Billy had
watched over her all thropgh that long
night of insensibilitytin it the dawn oame
and with it a glimmr of consciousness that
died almost as 1t was born.
In twenty-four hours she was in a rag.
ing fever. Her brain was affected, and it
seemed to those closely investigating the
case—the great men from the town and the
little men from the country round—that
small, indeed, was sho hope that could be
entertained.
All her lovely hair was shorn away. Her
dry, parched lops made feverish the be-
holder. Her large eyes aflame with the
fire bloat was inwardly consuming her,
turned to 'each one a vacant glance, and
from night to morn, and morn to night,
she roiled her tired head unceasingly from
side to side calling always, always upon—
Mrs. Billy 1
He would steal in and out of her room all
day long, and very often during the night,
and stand looking down upon her, in silence,
and apparently without emotion.
The loss of hope is cruel 1 For two
whole days it slipped from them, and even
now, to -day, when a little change for the
better has been noticed and made much of,
till they start and pale, and feel their
hearts stop beating whenever a door is
opened suddenly, believing it to be a mes-
sage from one of the doctors desiring them
to prepare for the last sad change of all.
Muriel, wide-eyed but silent, is lying in
a weak prostration upon her bed, one ]rand,
damp and nerveless, toying feebly with the
sheet. Upon the hearth -rag Margery and
Mrs. Billy are oonversing in low tones. The
fire is burning brightly, sending forth little
cheerful noises with a vivacity hardly to be
equaled.
"Yes, she is better, quite better," says
?iIrs. Billy, suddenly addressing atall > gure
standing in the door -way. "I guess -she's
mending at long last."
Bronksmere with a aloty step crosses the
room, and, bending down, looks at the pale
occupant of the bed. They are so accustom-
ed to his ceaseless comings and goings that
the two on the hearth -rug continue their
ooliversation as though he had never enter-
ed.
Looking, he can see for himself there is
more of a steady light in the grey eyes
than had been there for many a clay. She
half looks at him, then lets her lids fall
heavily over the orbs beneath. Branks-
mere is fast losing himself in some gloomy
reverie, when the sound of her weak voice
coaling to hint across histlreamings, rouses
him at once into sudden nervous lite. He
stoops over her.
" What is it I hear? Birds?" she asks
feebly.
" Who feeds then, now ? she asks in that
strange slow way that a sickness nigh unto
death has taught loot Her eyes grown
frightfully large, are fixed upon Branks-
mere expectantly. Then all at ogee hor
glance grows troubled, and her breath comes
aol goes with a ornel haste and labor.
" Oh ! how it all comes back !" she cries
faintly. Tears rise and fall over iter oheeks.
With a feeble effort she covers her face.
The warm stinging drops wrung from her
soul trickle down through her emaciated fin-
gers, and lose themselves among the lanes of
her night-dress.
"There is one thing !cannot remember,"
breathes she feebly. "Do you know?
Where is she? the woman that wanted to
murder me?"
Brahksmere,troubled, takes her hand,
and holds it fast.
"Try to forget her,"
"I can not 1" The words fall from her
in a olow whisper one by one. "She name
into the room while that poor gin was try-
ing to injure me, and sloe urged her with a
laugh to kill ate, I. can see iter now. I
see her always."
blre Who?" Ile is somewhat struck
by the extremo lucidity of her manner.
Madame von 'Thirsk. I saw holy"
whispers Muriel, looking beyond him, as
though addressing herself rather than him.
"Sd1e stood just there, as it were. I
know the very spot ; and she laughed and'
told that poor mad creature to haste and
finish her work, calling out that I Was an
enemy of Arthur's 1 Were they both mad/
I land forgotten it all, but now it comes'
book to ate,"
She shall never enter these doom—
never, never," says Branlcenero hurriedly,
who is looking ghastly,
" What are you doing here ?" she asks,
irritably.
I came to see hew you were getting Da."
' You are always coming. I have felt it
through ell, But why do you conte now•?
There is nothing more to aped, I an
getting well. Other people ran dee; Ican't,"
The cruel innuendo he'passes over in
silence.
She feats bank exhausted ; and presently
begins to 1n01m her head restlessly from side
to side.
" I an so hot—so loot," she murmurs.
Leaning oi'er her he lifts the pillow en which
she is lying tvitlt the hope of rendering not
more comfortable, To do this.he has tepees
his nem beneath ha neck, and before he
can renovo it she has fallen back in the
exhausted sudden slumiter of one re•
covering front a wasting illness. Seeing she
sloes not stir, he, too, remtains motionless,
and presently he sees she is indeed aslnop.
Afraid to move lest he shall wake hor, he
kneels beside tiro bed, and tries to believe
there is nogladness fol' hila In the knowledge
that her heal is resting so near his heart,
Margery and Mrs. Billy at an early stage
of the proceedings had deliberately turned
their backs upon the bed, so then for /quite
an lime Ilronitsmore kneels there Watching
his wife's sfumbors endioturbod. Ms head
is resting on the pillow. Upon Pale dark
lashes lie the traces of tears,
CHAPTER L.
" I hope you fuel bettor—more yourself,"
Bran kegler' says kindly,
" That is the last thing you should hope,"
returns she, w ith an ungr,tetousnees born of
miserable thought..
" Still," gently, " as I do hope it, give
MO, if you cap, the answer I would have,"
" What is it Branlcsmere?" asks she sod.
beniy, with a strange, tremulous tooth of
passion, She Bite herself on her elbow and
looks full at lira with her great troubled
oyes, Aro you trying to arrange your Lae'
count with Heaven, that you thus seek to
overburden too with a kindness you eau not
fool?"
"It is a pity you look at things with such
diatorted sight," returns he, I feel for
you only kindness. Believe that,"
She sinks back exhausted, and covers her
face with her hands,
"The crime was mine ; I wronged you,"
soya ltranksmere, gently but hurriedly
dropping some perfume Into tho hollow of
his hand, and then pressing the hand against
her brows She does not turn from liim,
't1 feared to spook," ho goes on hurried-
ly.
y. I dreaded the thought that you
might demand from me the dismissal of that
poor creature, and have driven hor from the
only home she then knew."
" Was all that Madame von Thirak's
teaching?" asks Muriel, cold and pale.
"Am I so poor a thing that have not even
common pity in me 1 That I have lowered
myself in your esteem I know; but at least
grant Inc some human feeling 1"
" Though actually guiltless, in your se-
oret soul do you not condemn ate?'
"No." The assurance Domes steadily
from his lips.
(To B0 CONTINUED.)
ONOE IN TORONTO.
Dr. John Bae, the Noted Arctic Explorer,
Morrie, a CBlnndltut.
Dr. John Rae, the celebrated Arctic ex•
plorer, whose death in London, England.
was announced recently, was at ono time
well known in Canada. For some years he
made his home in. Toronto and Hamilton,
Mrs. Rao, who survives her husband, is a
daughter of the late Capt. 'Thompson, of
Toronto. As will be seen front the resume
of hie life's work, given. below, Dr. Rae
spent several years in the service of the
Hudson Bay Company, and in the explora-
tion and survey of parts of the Canadian
North-west.
John Rae, L. R. C. S., M. D., LL. D., F.
Be S., F.R. G. S., honorary oorrespondentof
the GeographioalSooietyof America, honor-
ary member of the Natural History So-
ciety -of Montreal, founders' gold medal.
list R. G. S„ was born at the " Hall of
Clestrain," in the Orkney islands, in 1813.
He studied medicine at Edinburgh, and
after going to Moose .Factory as surgeon of
a Hudson Bay ship, in 1845, he accepted
command of an expedition to the Arctic to
complete the survey of some 700 miles of
coast attempted in 1832.3 by Parry. In
June, 1840, he started with 10 men from
York Factory, in two small boats, for a
900 miles' voyage. The party, which took
only four months' provisions, wintered at
Repulse bay. In April the work of survey
was commenced, and before it was finished
1,000 miles had been travelled and the sur-
vey made. On his return to London, Dr.
Rae accepted a place as second in command
to Sir John Richardson in the Franklin
search expedition, which left England in
1543. Rae was next offered command of an-
other Arctic expedition, and with two men
he made a sledge expedition to Wollaston
Land, covering 1,100 miles of coast. The
Arctic shore, for 300 miles east of the Cop-
permine river was searched ; then the
south shore of Wollaston Land, as well as
Victoria Land and Victoria strait in which
it was later found
FRANICLI.N'S SHIPS HAD BEEN ABANDONED.
In the winter the party marched southward
1,359 milea to Fort •Garry. A journey of
450 miles more brought him to the borders
of civilisation in 10 days. In eight months
he auil his companions had covered in their
tramping 5,380 miles, of which some 700
miles waa new discovery. In 1853, as agent
of the Hudson's Bay Company, he started
from York. Factory with ewe boats, for the
purpose of tracing the west coast of Boothia
Land as far as Bello, strait and uniting the
surveys of Sir James Ross cud Deese and
Simpson. Not meeting the expected Eski-
mos,
skimos, and thus being disappointed in socur-
ing dogs, five men started, each hauling a
sledge, Rae among the number. Eleven
hundred miles were traversed, 400 in new
territory. In all, iu his different :expeditionr--
Dr. Rae covered 23,000 miles of lake and
river travel, most of it on foot. Some 1,750
miles of this represented new diooveries,
width he laid down by astronomical obaer.
.vatiou or compose bearings.
Dr. Rae and lois party on their return to
England were paid over a reward of X10,-
000 for having trio first information of the
fate of the Franklin expedition. In 1880
Dr, Rae assisted in the survey for the cable
from Englaud to America via tine Fa; se
islauds and Iceland. He also visited Green,
land. In 1864 he conclnoted a telogral
survey from Fort Garry (Winnipeg) acro: t
the Rockiest() the coast, through the Yel-
low Head pass, the latitude of which he
acourately fixed as well as its altitude.
Some hundreds of miles of the Fraser river
was descended in dugouts without a guide.
This was his last important exploratory
work, Ho wrotecomparatively little,
brief accounts of hie juerneyings addressed
to the Royal Geographical Society being
the thiel of his works.
FAME OR DEATB.•
Crossing the Oreoain a Fifteen Foot Fury
--art Grim Distress- .The 'i'ere.ien a M ire-
fn los' Two Donl'o,
It was linanoial depression which drove
Captain (landuer to sea,
"Yen see," be explained to the mater of
the Good ship Vero'osu, by whom Ile was
entertained a few dayeago,''the banks aro
failing, money is Bard to get, and there
hain'too thence for a man to make at hon.
eat livitt' nohow. So Iain g0it1' to get fame,
and then matte money:on it'.
Captain Gardner is from Shelburne,
Nova Scotia, and when sighted by the ship
Vorejean he was trying to make Itis way
across to Holland io the I5 -foot dory Fly-
tug
lytug Dutchman. At 0 a. m. on July 111,
about 500 miles from the Americas coast,
the lookout on the British ship Vorejean,
from London, hound for New York, saw a
little )coat bobbing up and down. She ate
flying an ensign union down, and was mak-
ing for the ship. Captain Crowley thought
that a shipwrecked crew was on board the
frail little craft, and he ordered She ship
to be hove to, and waited until the dory
came alongside.
Tho man in the boat was Captain Gard.
nor. Heclibed abmoard the ship by means
of the rope ladder. Ho was so lame and
cramped that ho could hardly walk. He
told Captain Crowley that he would like to
have some ballast, water, oil, tobacco, and
a bar of soap. He explained that he was
crossing b
the Atlantic in a dory,
and that
Iincidentally he had loot the rudder of his
boat, his oil -skin ooat, his spare clothes, and
his deg.
"Now," said Capt. Crowley, yesterday,
"I always like to help a man in distress, but
I don't think t•hatit is the proper thing for
a big ship to heave to and lose valuable time
to take care of cranks. W ell, sir, be was
a queer 'un. Groat yarns ho spun to the
forecastle. Ho said that he had been cap
sized in a storm, and that ho was pitched
out of the dory. He had a life-line'aboat
his waist, and he hadn't gone far before he
brought up with a jerk. Then he said he
swam bank toward the boat, caught hold of
the rudder, and tried to crawl on board.
The rudder came off in his hands and floated
away. He got back in the dory somehow
and steered with an oar. When lto carne
on board the ship his arms were lame and
sore from trying to keep that dory in the
wind with a Bingle oar. The ship's carpen-
ter made a new rudder for him, sternpost,
tiller and all. He said that his coal oil
stove had upset, and that the burning oil
had run all over his baa of clothing. Ho
was obliged to throw a lot of burning etulf
overboard to save his boat. I gave him a
new suit of clothes and an oilskin. He had
not had a real wash for a long time,althotgh
he had been soaked by the waves for a
month. After he had a bath and put on
some dry olothes,he felt pretty comfortable.
He sat in my cabin and wrote a letter to a
Mr. Bowers in Shelburne, and another to
his wife in Amsterdam. 1 guess he lost his
etamp•box,and he didn't say anything about
paying the postage.
' See hare,' said I, ' you'd better let
that boat of yours dritt and go to New
York with me.'
"' Not much,' said he. ' I'm trolling
for fame just now. Stay me with
flagons and feed me with ohmic, if you
will, lout tempt the nate leave the path
which leads to fortune.' Just a bit
drafty wasn't he 7 Looked like a semi.
ble man, too. Big protruding forehead,
and most of the time he talked as though
he had good sense, I thought that I
might just as well hasten the pleasure
of bidding him farewell after that, and
I left him to the crew. He came to my
cabin shortly afterward, shook hands with
me, and theta got book into his dory.
"'Fame or nmanslaughter,' were the last.
words we heard him say. He was on board
for two hours. Ship hove to for two hours.
for his benefit."'
The mat who wants either "fame or
manslaughter" started across the ocean a
month ago. He was sighted a short time
ago by the Norwegian barque Noah VI.,
which assisted itim.
Shocking Tragedy in London.
Early on Sunday morning already nos
enacted in Harrison Street, Gray's Inn
Road, London. It appears that a young
married woman named Ashwell, the wife of
a tobacconist, has been in indifferent health
and was subject to illusions. On Thursday
site left home with hor child, aged 13
months, ostensibly to visit her mother, but
instead went to her married Blotter's in the
neighbourhood. She there threatened to
destroy herself and child, believing some-
one was following her with a view to kid-
napping the latter, and on Sunday she out
both its and her own throat with a carving
knife. Her screams attracted the attention
of the police, and she was discovered in the
kitchen with the knife still in her throat,
and the baby dead beside her. She con-
fessed the ortme, and said she pint the knife
deep down into its neck so as to lith it out-
right,
She—" Ant I the first girl yon ever pro-
posed to, darling?" He (sinoorely)—" No ;
but you aro the only girl who' over accepted
me."
THE WONDERFUL WEST.'
Mormons Like "the Army" and Ohinanlen:':
are Indispensable•
Bright and Darin Sides of alio f h the Gregg :,}',
Western bikes.
There lo always something new and won,.
derful in the great West, The latest is that
the Mormons in Utah have beaome addict»
ed to the Salvation Army I
A Montreal gentleman, who hoe just re-
turned from a trip to the Paoille coat made-
this
adethis discovery.
"'17ts• Latter Day Saints of Salt Lake
City," he observed, " have always been ab:
drawn swords with their Gentile neighbors,
so it was thereat surprise to me to hear flap
they had given to Staff -Capt. 'Blanche Cox,.
so well known in Montreal, the free use of
their vast tabernacle,ca able of seating
8,50(1 people comfortably, foraseries of Sal-.
vation meetings. Those meetings were most
auoeessful. The Mormons even wont forth
-
or for they paid quite a large slim for the
lighting of the building.
" A stranger staying in the hotel section
of any great western city realizes that there
is a
Pang SIDE OF LIl'E
of which the ordinary church -goer, raiding
uptown, knows very little, The forces of
evil, drink, gambling, immorality, vile
dance hallo, and other forms of vice .are
painfully prominent and as one looks at the
crowds that throng the streets, he feels that
in merely preaching to the church -going
classes that are already interested in Clorie-
tianitythe churches have hitherto beenonly
playing; at religion. They are waking up -
to their rest . • abilities, however,for mis-
sion halls, after the style of that founded
by Jerry McCauley in New York, and other
such movements are spreading rapidly with
the aim of reaohin1 those who will not go
to the church services.
"Chinatown, in San Franoisco,occupiea,
a very central locality. It is only
A PEW BLOCKS EACH WAY,
but a great number of people are crowded, ,
together in that small space. In spite of
the outcry against the Celestials, it is dills.
alt to see how they could do without them
'.t British Columbia, They take the place
of the house servants, which can hardly be
had there ab any price. Groat care most
1 taken to train them rightly when they
begin, for as they first learn they continua
ever after, itis said. The story is told ofa
lady who it
a Chinamen how to make '
a cake. When breaking the eggs, the third
one was found to be bad so she threw it
away. Tile Chinamen learnt the lesson so
well that ever afterwards he insisted on
throwing away the third egg, in spite of all
remonstronoes 1 They do nearly all the
ditching of British Columbia, audalso.
WORT[ A5 FAR\, LABORERS.
Near -Vancouver itis quite common for them.
to take a small piece of land, say five acres,
and transform it from its natural state into
a first-class market garden. The present
immigration tax of $50 per head meetswith.
pretty general approval, for it does not pree.
hibit their entrance, while it prevents the
country from being overflowed by them, and
at the same time yields ,the Government a
handsome revenue.
THF SALMON CANNERIES
on the Fraser River are preparing for a great
catch this year. The great ' Sockeye' run
is notexpeated till August, emits the mean-
time gangs of Chinamen aro .working hard
preparing the tins. One of the canneries
alone is able to handle over 30,000 fish each
day. There are bitter feuds on the .river
between the' whites', the Italians, the Jape,
the Chinese, and the Indians, and there is
some fear that there may be bloodshed
before the season is over, Nearly ail the
actual canning is done by Chinese, while the
others man the boats. The Indians west of .
the Rockies aro fortunately an industrious,
self-supporting race, allied to the Tolteos
an 1 Aztecs of Mexico, and entirely differ -
ens from those in the North- West Territor-
ies.
The Little Brown Wren.
Therebee;
'soua Rittree:
lo brown wren that lay built in
r t
And aliho'mps, scarcely as big as a big bumble
Sha has hollowed a house in the -heart of a
And made the walla tidy and made the floor
trim
With the down of the crow's foot, with tow„
and with straw,
The coziest, dwelling that over you saw. This little brown wron has the brightest of
eyes
And a foot of a very diminutive size; . .
Her tail ie as trig as the sail ofa ship;
She's denture, though oho walks with a hap
and askip r
And lion voice—but a Mite were more tit than
a pen
To tell of the voice a the little brown wren.,
Ono morning Sir Sparrow came sauntering
And by, td
on tate wren's house an envious
eye
With a strut of bravado and toss of his head,
Thi put in my claim hero," the bold fellow
aci
So straightway lie mounted on impudOnC.
roving,
And onfcred tho door Without pausing te
rfug.
An instant -and swiftly that feathery knight,
All toweled and tumbled, to terror tools flight;
While thereby the door on hor favorite Mob,
As Wont atalt,
a n lady. just etartin5 for elm roll.
With this song on her lips, ' He will not call.
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CA\'4ll),A'S GItEAT EXPOSITION ANl) IN DIi;sTIIUL FAIR TOIIONTO, sEPTe LTII TO 16TI[f;1s9 j:
Industrial 'Voir rounds, showing the now grand stand, now race trach: and the now stables
The above ss a view of the Toronto Inds g
and cattle sheds which have been erected this year, The Toronto Industrial Fair, whiolt will bo held from alto 4th to the 18th Sept.
next (onlya few weeks from now), though toot a World's Fair, will be very much like ono, and is jnat as important 00 the poo Ila of
ndoubtedl be far ahead of any other, The exhibits will be grounder and the spooled attractions will he
Canada. It etll this year tt Y
rentor anal better frau over. The new stables and cattle ahe.ls, on which over:; lOn,OUD have beim expended, will he the beat an the
continent noel visitors will he 'obit to view the animals at all hours of the Any, Greater interest that over is beteg alma in thin
year's show std the attendance of visitors promises to bo the greatest yet, The people of Ontario make this Fair the 000aefoti of
their annual holiday outing and year atter year finds them flocking to Toronto at flu time. All tin railway std sto.ainhnat mmutpap'
loo will run °heap excursions during the Fair,