6 r-HEY MEET. Tbcjr mr«t to-night, the one who closed his eyes Unto the pain forever and the woe, And one who found the mansions In tM skies In all their splendor long, long years ago. Wtat will they say when first their eyes shall meet? Or will a silence take the place of words. As only saints can know how strangely sweet A rapture such as only Heaven affords? Win she who went before ask first for those l*ft far behind, those whom she loved so well? Or will the other, new to Heaven's repose, Question of all Its meaning—who can tell? And will they wander where the flowers are deep Beneath their feet there In the pastures green. Where fadeless blossoms o'er the hillsides creep. And where no piercing thorns are ever FKM'TL ' Qne went #0 long ago, and one to-night Took the long journey far across the tide; This only d>. I know, they meet to-night, And meeting, both, I know, are satisfied. —British Weekly. FBEE-LANCEI By CHAUNCY C. HOTCHKISS .{Copyright, 1897, by D. Appleton SL CO. All rights reserved.] CIIAPTER XXIII. TN THE HEART OF THE STORM. In five minutes we were in the trough of It. Without a zephyr to steady her, the schooner wallowed like a crazy thing. The roll, th.* sidelong heave and lurch, the jerk ing pitch and recovery were terrible tests to the stanchnesa of the vessel. Alternately the bow and stern rose to a dizzy altitude, then sank with a rapidity that even to iny •trained nature was sickening. Each joint and block found a voice which complained ia notes rsnging from a bang to a squeak, •of its unnatural treatment. Alow and aloft the poor Phantom protested, and, as I looked calmly on,l knew that if the condi tions continued she would end in rolling her masts out, leaving us to finally founder, a sheer hulk. The main topmast swayed like a whip, cutting through the arc of its mo tion with amazing swiftness. The dimin ished 6aU beneath it, with its spars slashing hither and thither, Bhook out a report like a eanmon, and threatened to burst as its slack "bunt drove from side to side. Everything loose or insecure fetched away and wan dered at random about the deck*. The lumiMS of lead I had brought up the night before rolled betwixt the hatch combing nnd bulwark, banging the latter with blows that threatened to drive out the planking, and would have done so had I not gripped my way to them and thrown them overboard. The scuttle butt sprang from its skids and ■came aft with a bound, halting and spinning iike a top when in the waist, then dashed to Larboard only to be stopped by a sidelong lift of the stern which shot it into the bows where it hung fast, bung up, jammed betwixt the flukes of the spare anchor and the bulwark stanchion. I noted these things with an eye more in terested in the antics of the barrel than in aught else. Its speed and agility were won drous, and I thought more of its fearful force and erratic movements than of the general straits in which the schooner was now held. Through it all I felt iny impotent numbness, and it was with the mere animal instinct of getting food for a craving stom ach that I wearily moved togo below. Stiff, sore and dispirited enough I was as I staggered toward the companion way and entered the cabin. The first sight of its in terior was enough to break one's heart, and that fact probably did much to pull me to gether. The mirgeon, the cowardly, be sotted wretch, lay drunk on the floor, and also on the floor was Gertrude King, dead, I thought for an instant, but soon found she tva» not only alive but conscious. Having been thrown from her bunk, she had crawled over to her brother to prevent a like disaster to him, and now lay or leaned against bis transom, powerless alike to help him or herself. She was almost dead from sea sickness and pain, yet when she saw m®, rthe fright that came into her eyes reminded of Lounsbury's last look. It was plain that McCary had but given her a dram to re vive her and when this had been accom plished, without going further or vouchsaf ing an explanation of the day's later events, started into finish the drunk I had so sud denly interrupted. The fever for rum was upon him, his manhood and morals having been consumed along with the liquor. Notwithstanding the suffering his actions bad entailed, I could almost have thanked him for being the cause of putting into me & sense of real existence, for there was a slight awakening from the heavy 'ethargy that held rue as 1 stooped to the poor girl ami lifted her in my arms as though she was a child to be comforted. The instinctive shrinking she had shown when I reached for her gave way to a moa» and the limpness of total abandonment as she ielt the strength a? ray arm about her. As I laid her on the transom by the side of her brother, whose eyes were shut and whose heightened color now betokened fever, she placed her un wounded hand against my cheek as if to make sure of my being mortal, and faltered out: "I thought you dead! O Donald! Donald! 1 thought you dead!" IN the mere sound of a human voice there was something that stirred me to a livelier s«nse of myself and surroundings. Rut her wjrda did more than this. Of themselves, a» I set them here in cold black and white, they hold no significance, but as I heard them there was something which caused the wajiitMt spark within me to burst into flame and shoot through the dullness of my ex hausted body and overtaxed brain. The touch of the smooth hand, the look, and the simple tones of this ill-used, wounded and bedraggled girl were beyond misinterpreta tion to me, when to others it might have been but a trifle more than commonplace, jLike a the attending danger of our ■ituaticM upon me, and again I real ized my responsibility; a feeling that had been dead for hours, and which was now resurrected by the light that burst upon me at the girl's words. She was a pitiful object as she lay prom at her brother's side. Her left arm was powerless, and the blood from her wounded head still stained her fac?, neck and hand The How had ceased, but through her brigffl fb.air 1 could see the location of the gash. 1 vru AO surgeon to dress eithe* the cut oi racture, and, as for the sake of all, my own necessities were paramount, 1 would lose no ,iine in experiment without more warrant. My own necessities, forsooth, and for the sake o£ all! 1 lost no honesty through dreaming of heroism. If my finer sensibili ties had awakened, so had my coarser, and I knew 1 was now working for a purpose, the roots of which lay in selfishness, but of a« stripe easily forgiven. As 1 put the maiden down she cloyed her eyes, and either faintsd or slept from ex haustion, and I, like a famished wolf, groped ibout the floor for the food which had beeu tipped from the table, holding her onto the transom the while with one hand, and with the other drawing together the fragments of the but half-eaten meal. 'Twould have been a moving sight to an onlooker could one have peeped into the cabin at this time. The wounded brother and sister, abject in their misery, even the ocean allowing itself no rest in its efforts to throw them from where they lay; the lengthy bulk of the drunkard sprawling half under the table, his body swaying with the leap of the vessel, and about the floor a mix ture of broken food, the bag of gold and empty bottles which ran hither anil thither with the acute and ever-changing angle of the deck, all seemingly chased by the over turned bucket which had stood by the side of Ames. The light of the low-burning lantern swinging madly from its hook in the beam gave a melancholy effect in contrast to the pale dawn now gleaming white and cold through the windows, and in this muss, to the accompaniment of the groaning wood work, was I half on my knees cramming my mouth with bits of tard bread and such matter as c.mc rolling within reach. I ate like a man in despair, and yet with a hunger which gave a sweet taste to each morsel, unsavory as I commonly would have thought it. As I snatched and swallowed, now possessed by the fear that the gale might rise again while I was below, I marked ♦ lie unholy aspect of the surgeon. lie did< not present the disgusting appearance of Scammell, but beggarly enough he looked— a rum-sodden brute, outshining his sur roundings in the glory of his scarlet uniform. I held a firm hatred for him as he lay there, feeling that half my present trouble was due to his informal weakness or deliberate care lessness. Had matters gone well below, I might have made a shift to keep to the deck and yet have food and drink supplied me, but now the whole business was on me, and my wounded were without proper care. I wondered how it could have come about that such an accomplished swiller of liquor had found it possible to have gotten dead drunk on the short allowance of whisky left in the bottle I had given him, but 1 soon gave over thinking of it. The question to be settled was how I could leave Ames and his sister, but it was soon solved. Letting them take their chances for a moment, I seized the snoring redcoat by the collar and hauled him up the companion way, he making the third drunkard I had pitched from the cabin in this fashion. As I dropped him with small ceremony there came a sound as though he had struck the deck with a muffled club. This made me suspicious of still concealed arms, but, on turning him over, I found the cause and supply for his latest debauch. In the skirts of his coat were two bottles like that I had taken from him, one full, the other two-thirds empty. It was a Godsend, and then and there I took such a dram that ere long the contents of my veins were less akin to the icy water they had seemed to be holding. Going back to the cabin, I hauled the lar board bunk mattress to the floor and laid the girl upon it. Close to her I laid Ames, lifting bed and all, and thus both were be yond danger of a bad fall, however the ves- Bel might ramp. The lad opened his eyes as I placed him by his yet unconscious sister, but I bade him not speak, and tried to hearten him by telling him I was yet mas ter, that Gertrude was by his side, hurt, but not badly, and that we would, by the Kelp of God, be safe ashore ere sunset. He smiled faintly, and made as if to nod, by which I guessed that whisky was no medi cine for his complaint, but I managed to get a dram down the throat of the girl, whereat she soon opened her eyes and came to life with another moan. Though I wished to linger by her, I dared not; there was much to do—too much for one mortal. It was the work of a moment to clear the floor of the bounding missiles and heave them above (all but the gold, which I threw into an empty bunk), and I followed after for a brief look about. Since I had taken the whisky mv energy had come back full fledged and in fighting inood, as though the numbness of the past few hours had been a waking slumber from which I had just recovered. The broaden ing day put hope in me, though clearly and with a quick sensitiveness I marked the anger of the sea, the sinister scowl on the faoe of Nature, and the wild disorder reign ing aboard the Phantom from her bow sprit's end to her remaining truck. Be stowing a glance on the drunkard, who lay on the wet planking not a whit less com fortably than on the carpet of the cabin floor, I gave my attention to the shrouds, finding as yet nothing had let go or sprung. I then carried aft the main throat and peak halyards, that they might act the part of a back stay and give some relief to the stand ing rigging. I was engaged in making fast the lines when there passed beneath us a wave of extraordinary height and sharpness. It was a cross sea, and it well-nigh tripped the schooner, which term betokens a cap size from lack of supporting surface beneath a vessel's bilge. With a twisting lift it bore the stern so high in the air that the deck slanted like the sides of a steeple, forcing me to drop the halyards and cling to the rail to prevent falling into the bow. For an instant 1 thought of a surety we would plunge sidelong below the following sea, pierce it, and be swamped inside the tenth stroke of my pulse; but the send of the water flung us partly out of the trough, and us it passed lifted the bow to a terrible in cline, and, giving us an extra vicious lurch, left us almost stern out to the run of the billows. Had it broken as it reached us, the tons upon tons of water which would have fallen on our deck must have driven the schooner beneath the surface as though she was no more buoyant than the lead in her hold. It was a wonderful view I had of the ocean from the height of the mighty comber. The sharpness of its ridge foretold the com ing cascade, and, though it drove us down on our beam's ends and made the schooner groan like a suffering mortaJ as she recov ered, it was not evil in its effects on me or mine. Two things on deck there were which seemed to catch the infection of motion, one being the surgeon, who was shot into the scuppers with a violence which did some thing to sober him, for, like a man wakinp from a deep sleep', he threw out an arm and began rubbing his eyes, muttering words that might have been a protest at his rough usage. The other was the runaway scuttle butt which had been captured by the flukes of the spare anchor. As the stern of the Phantom sank to the hollow and the bow pointed higher than it had ever been my 10l to see it, the barrel, like a wild thing wait ing its chance, dropped from the position in which it had been held and with a rush tori aft like a spent cannon ball. At the breal CAMERON COUNTY PRESS, THURSDAY, FEBRUARY 22, 1900. of the poop it was met by the lifting stern, and, retracing its course, drove against the door of the farecastlo hatch with a force that split the panel from top to bottom. As a ball it sprang from the impact, spinning on its chines for an instant, the water (lying in a circular shower from its now open bung, then hurrying to larboard amidships, it reached well alt in time to be caught by the mounting stern. With a wonderful agility and seemingly with the instinct of one mad to escape environment, even if it ended in self-destruction, it jerked itself on tnd as though to look about, loitering and falling again on its side with the life of the bow. For a brief spice it hung see sawing and gurgling thickly as though choking, then it shot forward with the fury of a bolt. Noth ing intervened to check its course, and, as though it had wings, it ran up the mass of rope and wreck which had now becom* jammed near the heed of the bowsprit, leapod into the air, cleared the low bulwark, and plunged, shrouded in its own spray, into the frothing sea below. I would sooner have fought the three pris oners than been forward in the path <rf that insensate thing, and, though 1 was aware that our available stock of fresh water went with it, I was glad to see it spring off the deck. CHAPTER XXIV. A SMAI.L, TRAGEDY. The scuttle butt had barely disappeared, and 1 was about to get back to the cabin to see how had fared its inmates, when my ears were assailed by a violent hammering forward, and I at once perceived that my prisoners had assaulted the weakened panel of the forecastle door. With my blood well up, I got myself hand over hand along the bulwark, and by a leap from the cathead came to the hatch and boldly threw back the slide. The three were jammed on the lad der at work together, but the suddenness of my move caused them such a surprise that they tumbled from the perch as though struck. The lamp was out, and from the black hole came a hot and reeking smell that was suffocating. "What's amiss there?" I roared, hanging onto the hatch with one hand and with the other showing the barrel of my pistol. They scrambled to their feet and looked up, little but their white flesh showing in the wan light entering the half-open hatch. The sailor with the pigtail whom I had pitched below was a trifle in advance of the others, and, stepping a pace forward, he shouted back: "Wot's amiss? Everything's amiss! Wot kind o' treatment is this to give a man? Split me! but I'd rather go overboard and stifle in a jiffy than smother by inches. Wot's amiss above, man? Who be you? Where's the cap'n?" "Never mind me!" I answered. " 'Tis enough that I am master here, Lounsbury In the Heart of the Storm. being some two leagues back. Pass up your arms! You are prisoners to the colonies, and the first finger that lifts in fight be longs to a dead man! Pass up what you have below there!" "Prisoners, is it?" said he of the pigtail, turning to his fellows. "Heard ye a sign o' the gang that boarded us? Cuss me, mates, but they must ha' come on wings then, for the sea was as smooth as a pan o' warm grease two minutes afore I was hurled onto ye, an' not a speck in sight, barrin' the Sprite! Prisoners, is it? Cuss me, list to that!" "Ay, prisoners it is, and to the colonies; so no more palaver. What have you be low?" "I care not a damn for colonics or king!" was the reply. "There ba no arms here. D'ye think three men were sent hither to beat off a boarding party, an' the schooner in consort? D'ye take us for sea-loafing ma rines? We be sailors, we be —that's all. litre's wot I have, an' I'll trade it for air!" Saying this, he pulled his knife from its sheath, and, taking the steel by its point, held it toward me. "Will you swear to no other arms, each of you?" 1 cried. "Ay, that's God's truth!" spoke up oneof the others. "Ye say ye are of the colonies —well, so be I. I'm a New Bedford lad, sir, an' I'll thank ye to hold a grip on me that I may not be taken from ye." "An' that's God's truth, too, yer honor!" broke in the first speaker. "There was naught vicious in the rumpus we was raisin'. A man has a right to air, an' 'twas all we was cravin'. So be I'm a prisoner, I'm con tent if it means grub an' water an' a chance to breathe!" Now I know little of the nature of the black sailor save that his anger is apt to show in treachery, but with the regular white salt I am better acquainted, and have found that the English seaman, be he Yan kee or Briton, argues his point with a square fist and a flashing eye. Though there may be wars and wars with the mother country, it will be open and without back-stabbing by those of the Saxon race, and, believing this, I thought I saw a way of scoring a point, and that with little danger to myself. The truth of the statement that they were unarmed appealed to my reason. For de fense three men armed or not would have cut no figure, and, as the Sprite had in tended to act as consort, the necessity of force on the Phantom had not been con sidered. Being satisfied that my prisoners possessed no weapons other than the sailor's universal knife, and holding that a bold face will carry a man further than a too open show of caution, I flung back the door and, grasping the slide, hung over the hatch opening and dropped into the forecastle. "Now," said I, as 1 gathered myself and clung to the woodwork, "if you mean fair by me we'll soon come to terms; if foul, take the last chance you'll have to settle! Who comes first, or come you all?" "Look a' here, mister," said the spokes man, who scarce shifted his position as I dropped near him, "I jrpoke ye fair, an' b*d I boarded ye alongside I would be fa»t enough in the fight, mind ye, an' 'twould Ui along o' the leftenant's eye on me. JSut as it be, I care not for blood. If I fight, 'tis from bein' forced to it. I was shanghied into this business, an' that's the truth; an' if I can get out without stakin' my neck as a de- Barter, I'm willin' enough. Ye say we be prisoners? Say no more. Do ye drive us to work for rations? Why so be". Ws knew naught about bein' tooken captive, an' only wanted to speak ye fair an' get a breath. That's why we carved the hatch. Ain't that bo, matos?" "Ay, that's gospel!" came from the one who had spoken of himself as a Yankee, while the third peace, leaning with folded arms and a skillful balancing of his person against oneof the bunk uprights. "Vou say you are a New Bedford lad?" said I, speaking to the man who had made lh» statement. "Yes, sir; New Bedford, sir," came his rendy answer. "I was pressed in Ports mouth three years agone, sir, while on shore leave from the Sallie Mull, trader, sir. I've been sailin' in these here home waters for nigh on two year, sir, with never a chance to run. I say it boldly, sir. Put me in three miles o' the coast an' give me leave, sir, an' I'll go over the Low, damn me, an' swim ashore. But I won't join the Yankee navy, sir. No, sir. I don't want to hang; but, for God's sake, sir, don't get taken, else back to the Sprite I'll have togo, an' I'd as soon goto hell for a spell o' sufferin'!" [TO BE CONTINUED.] THE ROBIN'S RED BREAST. It Tried to Comfort Clirlmt on the Crow*, and Was IllmNed, While the Jeering Mairple Wan Curned. The part that dumb nature took in the crucifixion is interesting' from the legendary side. It is said that the crown of thorns was woven from branches of the haw thorn. When Jesus had been nailed to the cross the thorns were pressed into His brow, and the blood flowed freely. At this the branches of the hawthorn wept at the cruelty forced upon them by the executioners, and Jesus, noting' their tears, changed the drops of His blood into flowers. The hawthorn had never blossomed before that day. Birds, too, played a part at the cru cifixion, according to legend. After Jesus had been nailed to the cross, two birds came and alighted on the extend ed arms of the instrument of death. One was a magpie with a beautiful aigrette on its head and a long, waving tail, then the handsomest of birds, but the wickedest, chirping insults at the suffering Jesus. The other bird was a modest little bird with gray plumage, which ap proached the cross timidly, uttering cries of grief. With its beak it tried to pluck away one of the thorns. A single drop of the blood fell on the breast of the pitying little gray bird, and gave the world the robin red breast. And to it Jesus said: "Blessed be thou, little bird, which sliarest my sorrows. May joy accom pany thee everywhere. Thine eggs shall be blue as the sky above; thou shall be the 'bird of God, bearer of good tidings.' "As to thee," He said to the magpie, "thou slialt be an accursed bird. Thou shalt lose that brilliant aigrette and the beautiful colors on which tliuu pridest thyself so highly. Funereal bird, thy message shall be only evil, and the rain from heaven shall ulways fall into thy nest." The peasants of France, in accord ance with this tradition, pierce the head of a magpie with a thorn whenever they catch one. In Spain the swallow is considered the good bird, and they say there that when the Roman soldiers pressed the crown of thorns on Jesus' brow the swallows came and tried to remove the thorns with their beaks. The Russians say that the swallows took away the nails which the execu tioners had brought, but the sparrows carried them back again. The Danish say that at the moment of the crucifixion the stork, moved with pity, cried: "Strykhaiu! Strykhain!" ("God, give Him strength!") and since that time the stork has been considered sacred. —Boston Globe. A <l«n*ry for lllni. He had discoursed learnedly, if some what wearily, to his friend on the in fluence of food upon character. "Tell me," said he, in summing up, "tell me what a man eats and I will tell you what he is." nis friend, though fatigued, was evi dently interested. "There is only one qu(?*>tion I wish to ask you," he said. "Ask it," replied the discourser, mag nanimously, with an air that said, very clearly: "Give me a hard one while you are at it and I'll show you how smart 1 am." "It is this," replied the fatigued friend: "Ilow much sage tea would you have to drink to make a wise man of yourself?" No answer being promptly forth coming the conference broke up.—N. V. World. A Hard Mnn to Get At. The manager is a hard man to see. Shut in his private office and with a well-trained boy in the ante-room he is inaccessible to anyone whom that boy does not know. You cannot even get your card sent in tohim; theboyalways says he is not in. You will get the same answer at the box office.. I remember hearing an old manager once say to his office boy: "My son, if you don't learn to speak other people's lines you will not succeed in this business. I have written a part for you. Whenever any one you don't know says: 'ls Mr. Brown in?' that's your cue to answer: 'No, sir.' I wish you to be a dead-letter perfect in that line from this time on." —Scrib:ier's. Hut She I)l<ln't Want To. "Yrs, when Jack proposed to me I thought of the grammar ciass when 1 went to school." "What an idea! Why?" "Well, you see, I—l couldn't deoliiie.' Philadelphia North Amerio»u». IN FULL RETREAT Boers Abandon the Siege of Kimberley. FRENCH TO THE RESCUE. A Great Success Scored by the English in South Africa. THE FIGHT AT RENSBURG. Iloern .tludo it Di'n|iorali' ( barge on tlin Lliit'k, but Were I'ori't'tl to Hetlre—A (onipuii) ol Neiv SoutU Wulrt Soldiers Annihilated. London, Feb. 17.—The war office an nounces thar Gen. French reached Kimberley Thursday evening. Follow ing is Lord Koberts' message to the war office from Jacobsdal: "French with a force of artillery, cavalry and mounted infantry reached Kimberley Thursday evening. 1 have good reason to believe the Magersfon tein trenches have been abandoned and that the ISoers are endeavoring 'o escape. Gen. French is scouring the country north of Kimberley. One of Gen. Kenny's brigades of infantry JS in pursuit of a large Boer convoy mov ing towards Bloemfontein." (Jen. Cronje with a start of a day or two, is seemingly in full retreat from Lord Koberts, moving north ward. (Jen. French, with the cavalry, simply stayed over night in Kimberley and then pushed onto get in toucn with the retiring enemy. In their hasty departure the Boers lost quanti ties of supplies and ammunition. Mil itary opinion here is that Lord ICoo erts will not push far after the Boers immediately, because of transport problems and the need of rest for the troops, lie has to feed 70,000 persons in his army and the whole Kimberley population. The house of commons yesterday passed the supplementary army esti mates, £13,000,000, by 213 votes against 32. The Daily Telegraph has the follow ing dispatch from Nauwpoort., dated February 13 and delayed in transmis sion: "Very severe fighting on both our flanks near Bensburg. Ihe enemy greatly outnumbered our troops, being about 4,000 in number. They attacked the Worcestershire reg iment on their hill and with desperate determination cha«rged home, only to experience such a heavy Maxim and rifle fire from our men that the death roll of the assailants must have been considerable. "A patrol of the Inniskilling dra goons was surrounded by 500 Boer 3 and gallantly cut its way through without losing a man, but a company of New South Wales mounted infantry was annihilated, most of the men s bayonets, however, bearing the im press of sanguinary conflict with their foes." . The Times has the following dis patch from Arundel, dated Wednes day: "Two companies of the Wiltshire that were on outpost duty failed to join the force before the retirement from Bensburg, and they were event uullv cut oft." A - dispatch to the Daily Mail from Kauwnoort. dated Thursday, says nothing of the return of the Wilt shires. The Pietermaritzbnrg correspond ent of the Daily Mail, under date of February 15, says: "There are indications of a decisive mow at Colenso. I hear that the Boers rely on their entrenchments and barbed wire entanglements along the principal roads to check Lord Koberts' progress in the Free State. The roads to Ladysmith are studded with these formidable barriers. "A British scouting column blew up the magazine at Xkandola, Zulu land, to prevent its falling into the hainds of the Boers. The magazine contain ed a large supply of dynamite and ammunition. An Armor I'lute Trunt. New York, Feb. 17. —The Tribune says:"Charles M. Schwab, president of tin' Carnegie Steel Co., who was in this city yesterday, declined to discuss the legal struggle between 11. C. Frick and Andrew Carnegie. Mr. Schwab has recently returned from Washing ton, where he went, it is said, upon business relating to the formation of the proposed armor plate trust. 1" if teen firms in the world practically monopolizing armor plate contracts, have decided upon such a combination in order to dictate prices to the vari ous governments." Miners' Strike linded. Indianapolis, Feb. 17.—A telegram was received yesterday at United Mine Workers' headquarters from Secretary Wilen, of the central Pennsylvania field, announcing that a satisfactory settlement of the trouble of the Tioga county miners had been arrived at and saying the details would be sent by mail. These miners, 1,000 in number, went out on a strike in August for standard wages, having, up to that time, received approximately ten cents per ton less than the scale agreed up on at the joint conference. Sent *15,000 to llunnu. Philadelphia, Feb. 17.—Mayor Ash bridge yesterday sent to National Chairman Ilanna a check for $25,000, representing the first quarter of the amount this city promised to raise for the republican national conven tion in June. Tiro Victim* ol' itu KiploMlon. Greenup, Ky., Feb. 17.—The boiler of Boggs & Co.'s saw and grist mill at Warnoek exploded yesterday. The en tire structure was wrecked. .lo'tn liraden and 11. N. KatclilTe. workmen, were blown several feet in the air and will die. | "Nature Abhors a Vacuum. '' j | Soothing in the 'world stands still. If § j you are well and strong day by day the <i i blood supplies its tide of vigor. If you 112 ! are ill. the blood is wrong and carries i | increasing quantities of diseased germs. I | You cannot change Nature, but you can g i aid her by keeping the blood pure. 112 I Hood's Sarsaparilla does this as noth- I | ing else can. Bes ure to get Hood's. | CUTTING TO THE LINE. A Teutonic Solomon Who I>l»peniie# Justice According to Ilia Own Convictions. The prisoner was held on a charge o' possessing all to himself a plurality of sev en wives, but the German judge was in clined to let him go. "As-s eet is, yea," he said, looking down over his glasses, "der efflitence is like dot he has der pleurisy of vives, aind't it, but I'll led heem go." The amazement of the prosecution wa» immense. He was thrown into consterna tion. Getting upon his feet lie blurted out, in ill-concealed surprise: "Why, your honor, on what grounds do you dismiss the case?" "Veil, said the judge, "on vat groundtsl Vhy, on der grounds outside der goort house, der groundts efferyvhere." "but why dismiss it, your honor, when all the evi'dence tmids to show— "Vliell, der reason ees dot I hoff von vife off mine ownded, und he mit a muldiblica tion off dem —he has troubles off hees own enuff, yet. alretty. You are dismissed, aind't it?' No, it was not the same man who wag held by the judge to be guilty of trigonom etry just because he sported the luxury of three wives at one and tbe same time. — Detroit Free Press. To be afraid of your friend, is to low him. —Kam's Horn. A have been relieved of female troubles by Mrs* Pinkham's advice and medicine* The letters of a few are printed regularly in this paper. if any one doubts the efficiency and sacredly confidential character of Mrsm Pinkham's methods, write for a book she has recently published which contains letters from tho mayor of Lynn, the post master, and others of her city who have made care ful investigation, and who verify all of Mrs* Pink ham's statements and claims. The Pinkham claims are sweeping. Investigate themm THIRTY YEARS OF CURES TO BE GIVEN AWAY A TEN-ACRE FIG ORCHARD 111 Southern California THE LAND OF SUNSHINE Is the Magazine of California and the West. Its Editor, Chas. F. Lummis, is widely known as scholar, author and explorer, its regular staff of contributors includes /nostof the ablest writers, students and artists of the Pacific Coast. 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