In Harbor.
I think it is over, over—
I think it is over at last:
Voioes of foeman and lover,
The ewoet and the bitter, have passod :
Life, like a tempest of ocean,
Hath outblown its ultimata blast
There's but a faint sobbing seaward,
While the calm of the tide deepens leoward,
And behold I like tho welcoming quiver
9f haart-pulses throbbed through the river,
Those lights in the Harbor at last—
Tho heavenly Harbor at last 1
I feel it Is over, ovor—
Tho winds and the watora surcease:
How few woro tho days of tho Rover
That smilod in the beauty of poaoo 1
And distant aud dim was the omen
That hinted redress or roloase.
From 'he ravage of Lifo, and its riot,
What marvel 1 yearn for tho quiot
Which bidos in this Harbor at last ?
For tho lights, with their welcoming quivor,
That throb through tho sanctiiiod rivor
Which girdics the Harbor at last—
The heavenly Harbor at last ?
I know it is ovor, ovor—
I know it is ovor at last:
Down sail; tho sheathed anchor uncover ;
For tho stress of the voyage has passed
Life, like a tempest of ocoau,
Hath outblown its ultimate blast.
There's but a faint sobbing seaward,
While the calm of the tide deepens looward.
And behold ! like the welcoming quiver
'Of heart-pulses throbbed through tho river,
Those lights in tho Harbor at last
The heavenly Harbor at last!
—Paul If. Ilayne, in Harper's Magazine.
John Redmond's Inheritance,
They were all assembled in the study
at the old Grange to hear tho reading
of Gilbert Bjdmond's will. His widow
eat in the large, high-backed chair op
ssito the great square window. The
mligbt fell on a kind, sad face, fall of
otherliness, though she had never
lown the joys of maternity. Near her,
nd leaning on the mantelpiece, stood
er husband's nephew, John Bedmond,
a tall, strong-built man of thirty years,
With kindly, bright blue eyos, and sun
ny brown hair clustering over a fore
head as fair and smooth as a maiden's.
His battle with life had left some lines
saround the firm mouth, which in his
boyhood mnst have been singularly
sweot, though never effeminate.
Seen now with that grave, set expres
■ on, he gave one of
strong, true manhood. But the power
of his faco lay in his smile. It was irre
sistibly winning.
Seated at Mrs. Redmond's knee was
her niece, Winnie Barton, the adopted
daughter of the house. A slight,
graceful girl of eighteen summers, she
was a perfeot picture of blondo beauty,
reminding one forcibly, in her grief, of
the sorrowful faco of Beatrice Oeuci.
Her great brown eyos were full of tears
and but for this she might have been
carved in marble, so motionless was
-she.
With the addition of a dozen old ser
vants, standing iu sad and respectful
-silence at the further end of the apart
ment, my group is complete. They
were awaiting the old family lawyer,
Mr. Weston, and dreary as the stillness
was no one was in the mood to
break it
Ten years ago, when Winnie was a
-child, and John Bedmond a youth of
tweDty, his uncle had endeavored to in
-dujo him to give np his scheme of en
tering a medical college, promising him
a liber. 1 allowance, and to acknowledge
him as his heir. Bat John refased to
sacrifice his independence, and the
uncle and nephew parted—with sad de
termination on one side and a command
never agiin to enter tho Grange on the
other.
" If you are sick or in trouble yon
will send for me, uncle?" askeltheboy,
wistfully, as he turned from the stern
old man.
But though he returned no answor
the words rang in his memory years
after the bright yonng face had passed
from the old mansion.
John Rulmond won fame if not for
tune from the world which he had en
tered. A year before be died the old man
sent for him, and when ho came could
hardly trace in the bronzed, beardoi
man the boy he no well remembered.
But he was proud of him, and won a
reluctant consent that he woald make
the old Grange his home.
"It will not be for long, John. Tho
grave will soon claim me," he said.
And it was so. One short year and
the restless heart was set at rest for
ever. Now for the last time wonld he
•ntter the wishes that had always been
as laws.
Steps wore heard approaching, and in
another moment the lawyer was bowing
gravely to the family. Then, without
farther introduction, he read the will.
Like most other aotions of Gilbert Red
mond's life it was eoeentric. Toward
. the end he had oonoeivod the notion of
marriage between John and Winnie.
Although never hinting his reason to
the yonng people he had contrived that
they should be mnoh together. His
pr perty was now to be equally divided
between them in the event of their anion.
If either of the parties refased to com
ply with the conditions his or her por-
tion VM to go to the other la out of
both refusing the whole went toe distent
■oouiia. With sundry smell bequests to
friends and servants this was the sub
stanoe of the will.
The lawyer, taking off his spectacles,
approached Mrs. Redmond and com
menced a conversation with her in a low
koy, kindly abstaining from no
ticing Winnie,who, with burning cheeks,
left tho room as soon as possible. John's
face, too, was ffußhud, and his manner
tinged with embarrassment as he re
plied to the few questions put tc him by
his aunt, who told him they would look
for his answer in three days; then he
escaped to the library with his friend,
Percy Norton. There we will leave him
aud follow Winnie to her room.
On entering she had flung herself
into a wide, deep arm-chair near the
wiudow. The rays of the setting sun
touched the bowed, golden head and
lingered t'aore, lighting it into still
brighter glory. Shame, resentment and
wounded pride were Btrnggiing with
softer feelings in her heart. Kind as
her uncle had always been, how could
ho r.ow bo so inconsiderate ? How dared
he fling her at any man's head, and
least of all John Redmond's! John
who had been her lioro ever since they
had brought her home, a poor little
motherless babe, aud his were the only
arms in which she would rest! They
had been firm friends ever since, and
the greatest sorrow and joy of her short
life had been his exile and return.
Perhaps, whispered hope, ho may love
you, and all will yet be right.
But tho timid little voice was silenced
a3 memory brought back a host of ac
tions, all kind, but none lovelike. Long
did slio sit there, and many a wild
sehome passed through her head of
stealing away into tho world and leav
ing John in possession of tho fortune.
What is to be done mast bo done
quickly," she said, " or he will bo before
me in tho refusal of tho property; and
I mud go away and let them think me
dead."
Then she rose, bathed her eyes, and
stole down to the garden. Her favorite
seat was just outside the library win
dows, and it was here she went just in
time to hear John's voice saying:
" Yes, we have always been fond of
each other in a cousinly fashion, but I
tell you, Percy, under the circumstanoes
I never can and never will ask her to
marry me; and, poor little girl! to save
for her that money, must refuse her."
Gathering her skirts around her
Winnie fled noiselessly back to her
room, but not this time to think or
weep. She was cut to the heart, for, all
unknown to herself, she loved John
Redmond with the full strength of her
woman's naturo, and, womanlike, pro
pared to sacrifice herself for the man
she loved. For an hour she busied
herself in settling the contents of the
various drawers and boxes in the room,
makiug up some of tho plainer articles
of clothing into a bundle. She
then sat down, and, taking pen and
paper, wrote the following note:
" DKAK AUNT LOUISE . Erehave
read this I shall be lying
dark waters of the river.
Weston I absolutely refuse to comply
with the terms of my uncle's will. I
could not; a barrier greater than you
know exists to his desire. Try and
think kindly of mo, and tell John not
to think harshly of his little sister.
" WINNIE."
"It is .better they should think me
dead," she said. "If they knew my
real intentions they would never cease
to seek for me." Then, stooping down,
with a foolishly tender thought, she
kissed John's name where she had writ
ten it, and, sealing tho note, left it
where they would find it.
Putting on her hat and cloak she took
down from tho shelf her pretty garden
hat, and carrying that and tho bundle
stole from the room. At the door she
paused and looked back. She had been
so happy here—so happy ! But stifling
her sobs she fled down the old familiar
avenue and took the path leading to the
river.
And now let us go back to the library.
Had poor little Winnie but come a
moment before she need not now be
speeding away from her home with so
sore a heart. John Bedmond loved her
with a love equal to her own, and the
words that she heard were spoken
under the belief that she loved him
with only a sisterly affection, which he
was too noble to play upon by inducing
her to become his wife.
Percy had to return to his home,
and his friend determined to walk with
him as far as the station, as the night
had become cloudy and threatened a
storm, and the former was unfamiliar
with the road. He was now returning,
and just as Winnie's figure had emerged
from the gate he caught eight of it, and
at once recognized her.
"Where can the ohild be going at
this late hour?" he soliloquized. "It
seems dishonorable to follow her, and
impertinent to question, and—good
heaven! she must be walking in her
sleep. In any case, I must follow to
protect her."
A very little watching sufflood to show
him that she was at least wide awake,
so on they walked, the young man
keeping in the deep shadow of the
trees, so that she did not discover
him.
At last they reached the river, and
here she pansed. A thrill of fear
canned him to hasten his steps. Bnt
no, Winnie's was too noble a soul to
dream of self-destruction. It was
now raining heavily, and the flashes of
lightning showed him the slight fignre
bend over the stream and drop into it
tho garden hat that she carried, and
then turn away toward a bridge a few
yards farther down. He followed
noiselessly, almost breathless from as
tonishment; the lightning revealed her
standing on the bridge, which was
struck by the next flash and she sank
from sight beneath the waters, v. t .
It was the work of a second to spring
in after her, cursing himself for not
having stopped her before, and seize
the nnconscious form as it rose to the
burface. He was a good swimmer and
soon gained the bank, where ho laid
hi i unconscious burden. She was not,
as ho at first supposed, dead, but dazed
by the shock. His professional skill
enabled him to use tho best means to
promote her recovery, and ho was re
warded; for in a few momenta she
opened her ejes, and recognizing him,
exclaimed, as in the old, childish days:
"Dear old John I"
Theu, as he raised her in his arms,
murmuring tender, loving words, she
remombered all and endeavored to
break from his hold ; but the exertion
was too much and she sank back faint
ing. They wore only a quarter of a
milo from the house, and ho carried
her home, never feeling the burden in
the joy of having her safe, his own
darling, after those few terrible mo
ments of despair. Carrying her into
the library he quickly summoned her
aunt, and the girl was soon put to bed.
When, after awhile they found the
note, John oould not understand it all,
although, with rare trust in a man, he
felt sure that whatever might bo the
solution of this strange enigma Win
nie was still the noblo Winnie of old.
Mrs. Redmond being a woman saw
deeper, and in the few carefully chosen
words read the whole pitiful little
Btory and the true woman's heart of the
young girl who was now lying in a high
fover, and raving of wills and dark
rivers, and repeating over and over
again the words she had heard in the
library, which, in one of his visits to
the sick-room, John chanced to hear
and recognized as his own, making clear
to him what had been dark, and causing
a sigh for what might have been. For
bright little Winnie, the household
darling and queen, lay apparently dy
ing.
Many nights they witched, dospiir
ing; at last she was pronounoed out of
danger, and one day soon afterward saw
her in tho old sunny window of the li
brary. She wis only a pale little shadow
of herself, with all her life and spirit
crushed out, and it became apparent to
all that the burden on her mind mnst
be removed or the would never recover
So John carried her downstairs, and as
the golden head lay on his breast, he
oould not help thinking of that night
when the curls were wet and storm
tossed, and he bent to kiss her as he
had done then. The caress brouvht a
wave of color to tho pale cheeks, making
her look more like tho Winnie of old
days. When ho laid her on the lounge
and arranged the shawl and pillows, she
looked wistfully at Aunt Lonise, who,
smiling kindly at her, went to attend
some household concerns.
" John will entertain yon dear," Bhe
said, as she closed the door.
For a moment neither spoke, for both
were thinking of the explanation whioh
thoy felt must come. Then John, see
ing the pain and shame on the d.-ar
face, went over to her with the old win
ning, tender smile, and kneeling down
on one knee took both the oold, tremb
ling little hands in his warm, strong
ones, and said, in the low, tender tones
in which ho always spoke to her:
"We will let the past go, Winnie
dear, and I never will ask the reason of
that night's story; bnt, little one, I want
yon to trnst me, too. I have loved yon
a long while dear, and Uncle Gilbert's
fortune could be no temptation to me.
Yes, I know just what yon mean," as
she interrnpted him; "I know what yon
heard that night, bnt, dear, yon did not
hear it all. I wonld not ask yon to
marry me beoatne I believed yon did
not love me; but now, Winnie, will yon
be my wife ?"
She had meant to be brave and digni
fied, bnt her illness had made her
weak as a child, and his tender trnst
broke down the last remnant of
her pride and self-possession.
Bhe just clasped her arms aronnd
his neck, and, laying her head on his
shoulder, oiied softly. Neither spoke a
word, bnt with his strong arms aronnd
her she felt that the old bitter sorrow
had gone forever, and a future full of
happiness was before her.
When she was calmer she insisted on
telling him all, and then he knew that
if she had erred her fanlt was at least a
generous one.
"Yon have not answered my question
yet, Winnie," he said, looking down
into the blnshing, haopy faoe raised so
trustfully to his; "do yon love me, my
darling ?"
"I have loved yon all my life, John,"
she said, conquering her shyness in the
endeavor to make somo return for his
noble trust.
•'Thank God, dear!" he said, rever
ently, bending to kiss her lips.
A Terrible Tragedy of the Sea.
The murder of Captain James S.
Dwight, of tho American ship Freeman
Clark, from Singapore for Now York,
by the steward and the cook of the ves
sel, both Malay Chinamen, was a terri
ble affair. The two Chinamen had
been ordered to stop smoking opium,
as it made them unfit to attend to their
duties. They disobeyed the order, and
Captain Dwight ordered that the opium
in their possession be thrown overboard.
This was done, and is believed to have
been the incentive for the crime. The
published account of Captain Dwight's
murder is as follows: On a Friday
night, before going to bed, Captain
Dwight complained that he did not
feel right. He was not at all sick
and had no definite cause of complaint.
Nevertheless he seemed to bo unac
countably depressod in spirits. When
ho left the deck for his cabin he called
the second officer, James M. Lowry, and
shook hands with him. The incident
was vividly reoalled by Mr. Lowry after
the mutiny had occurred. Second Offi
cer Lowry went off duty at midnight
and at 4 o'clock on Saturday morn
ing his watch was resumed. The second
officer took a cup of coffee from the
steward, and then went forward about
5:15.
It was abont this time, it is supposed,
that the steward and the cook, eaeb
with a hatchet and an ordinary batcher
knife, went into the captain's room and
hacked and stabbed the unfortunate
commander to death. The murder com
pleted, the two villains went through
the cabin to First Officer Williams' room,
forward. Mr, Williams was sleeping,
but he was aroused by a out over the
head from one of the assailants. Just
as the cook raised his hatchet to indict
another blow, a seaman named Frances
co, who had been attracted to the room
by the mate's cry of "Murder!" grap
pjfd with the assassin. The four men
struggling together, got out on the for!
ward deck. In the meantime Second
Officer Liwry had hoard Mr. Williams'
calls and saw the struggling men. He
ran for help to the captain's room, and
found his commander crouched on his
knees by his bunk, bleeding profusely
and moaning.
"The captain's murdered I" cried
Mr. Lowry to the man at the wheel,
and he then dashed back to the forward
deck. His appearance attracted the
attention of the cook, who ran toward
Lowry crying : " I will kill yon, you
tain's room and Becured the captain's
sword. Banning around to the forward
deck he found the steward and the first
officer clinched. Lowry cut the steward
twice over the shoulder with his sword,
and the mutineer released his hold of
Mr. Williams. A seaman named Andrew
Johnson, who had reached the spot,
followed the cuts with a blow on the
steward's head with a capstan bar.
Charles Johnson, the ship's carpenter,
who had been on dock only a few
minut e s, seized an iron pump handle
and felled the steward. The latter
died in about fifteen minutos.
Meanwhile Franoesco, who had first
come to Mr. Williams' assistance, on
seeing the cook run after Lowry, ran to
the carpenter's shop and secured an ax.
The cook, finding that his intended
' ictim had eluded him, rushed toward
Francesoo. The latter was ohased to
the aft dock, where he turnel upon his
pursuer, and both men struck at each
other with their weapons at the same
time. Francesco received a cut on the
head, and he gashed the cook's face
severely. The mutineer then fled for
ward and was hit with a claw-hammer
by anothor sailor. The murderer fell
and almost instantly died.
Mr. Lowry, tho carpenter, and several
seamen attompted in vain to revive Cap
tain D vight. He lingered for two or
three honrs and then expired. The
gashos on the back of his head and on
his faoe are described as something
frightful. Fourteen wonuds were in
flicted on his body by the murderers.
His right thumb was cnt off. It is sup
posed that, awaking under the assault,
he seized his revolver, which hang over
his head, bat before he conld nse it the
weapon was strnok with a hatchet. After
the mnrder the steward took the revol
ver and pointed it at some of the men
daring the straggle. Evidently, how
ever, he did not know how to nse it, and
oonld not discharge it First Offioer
Williams' wound received in the affray
was not very severe. The bodies of the
two Chinamen were thrown overboard
without oeremony, and Captain D (right's
body was reverently consigned to the
ocean's depths by his orew.
The oensus bureau shows that the
number of men engaged in agricultural
pursuits in the United States is 7,699,-
212, as against 3,519,467 in manufactur
ing, mechanical and mining oooupa
tions.
Hard workers are usually honest. In
dustry lifts them above temptation.
SCIENTIFIC SCRAPS.
The gleam of falling water attracts
oertain insects as powerfully as does
artificial light. In loeland, moth after
moth have been seen flying deliberately
into a waterfall, where they disappear.
Tho influence of atmospheric electric
ity on vines has been tried, and grapes
produced under it have been found to
bo richer in sugar and poorer in acid
than those produced under natural con
ditions.
By breathing for some momonts on a
glass goblet previously moistened with
water, and next rinsing the glass in
pure distilled water, this liquid will bo
found, by the nsual tests, to contain
ammonia and nitric acid.
The tsetse fly of Africa, whose bite
proves fatal to domestic animals, lays
its eggs within tho flesh at every bite,
and tho animal whioh dies from the
effect proves to contain myriads of
white worms in its stomach.
Professor Whitney does not lay any
weight on the removal of forests as a
cause of the dryness and desolation of
former fertile and populous regions of
the earth. He admits that the greater
proportion of land to water in late geo
logical eras may have a little to do with
the decreased rain fall; but he attrib
utes the diminished precipitation mainly
to a lowering of the intensity of solar
radia 4 ion during geological time.
Tho present increase of the popula
tion of England from the excess of
births over deaths is about one and a
half per cent, a year, and Proctor com
putes that if tho world had started with
one million inhabitants five thousand
years ago (an estimate probably far too
low) and had made a uniform increase
at that rate, tho earth's present popula'
tion would bo 213,800,000,000,000, 000,-
000,000,000,000,003,000,000. Even if
the world's population had been only
ton four thousand years ago, and the
same rate of increase had been kept up
that is now in progress in England, the
number would now be so great that
122,000,000,000 such globes as this
earth would only give standing room
for the vast population, supposing the
entire surface of each globe to be occu
pied.
Eccentric Congressmen.
A Washington correspondent writing
abont eome oecentric members of Con
gress says: An eccentric fellow was tho
delegate from Idaho, three or four con
gresses back. It was his pleasurable
habit on warm days daring the sessions
of the House to take a nap. Back of
tho seats in the House, as everybody
knows, are sofas, wide and luxurious,
placed at short intervals all around the
hall. The honorable gentleman from
Idaho would begin his entertainment by
nodding in his seat. Then, more asleep
than awake, he would shuffle to one of
those sofas. First ho would pull off one
boot, then think over it a moment, and
finally pnll off the other one. Next he
would unbutton bis vest and unlooso
bis cravat. Then to sleep and to snore
I once had the misfortune to board at
a hotel—a first-class hotel. My little
family shared a very desirable table in
a corner with an honorable Senator. It
was in the days of Andy Johnson, and
the Senator was in high favor. He was
very very honest, very
frank and very green. He was temper,
ate, dressed in broadcloth, and never
would bore you with too mnch talk. In
deed, I may ray, he would have been
very agreeable but for one bad habit.
Ho would blow his nose on the
napkin. The first thing he did
when he sat down to the table
was to spread out the snowy linen and
" whoop it up" like a honse afire. If
there is anything in the world that is
revolting and cowardly it is an anony
mous letter, but to tbat Senator I wrote
one, containing simply these words:
" Why don't you blow your nose
on your handkerchief instead of
your napkin ?" It had the desired effect
yon may be sure. That Senator is still
living,, though ho is not now in tho
Senato. If this paragraph ever falls
under his eye, he wifl know who it was
tbat did bint one of the greatest favors j
he ever received.
A Loving Wife's Terrible Death.
The most distressing death of the
Mouticello (Miss) cyclone was that of
Mrs. Oarroll, because of the manner in
whieh it was brought abont. Hearing
the storm approaching, Mrs. Carroll,
with her baby in her arms, rnshed to
her husband, Dr. Oarroll, who threw
his arms abont her neck. At the Bame
moment the wind blew tho timbers of
the honse down upon them and crushed
them to the floor, the mother with the
infant in her arms, the hnsband with
his arm aronnd his wife's neck, and
there he choked her to death. The fall
ing timbers did not seem to hurt her,
but looked the doctor's arm so olosely
about her neck that he oonld not move
it. He was oonscions that he was kill
ing her, but all his effoits to throw oil
the timbers were fntile. Assistance
came in two hours—too late I The
spirit of his beautiful and loving wife
had taken its flight—she was in death's
oold embraoe, and the husband felt that
he was in a measure the oause of her
death. For days he was almost a raving
maniae. The babe was also killed.
CLIPPINGS IOH THE CURIOUS.
In Germany oven the Bmallost watch
tfheols are now made from paper pnlp.
The recent census showed that there
are 9,945,916 families in the United
States.
Rick' crystal, being found abundant
ly in Brazil, is commercially known as
Brazilian pebble.
Emory is so called from Cape Emeri,
in the island of Naxos, where the best
variety is obtained.
A thermometer buried four inches
deep in the sand in South Africa will
rise to 159 degrees.
The Athenians used to beat on brass
kettles at the moment of death, to
frighten away the Furies.
An oralis, growing in Angola, Africa,
is so sensitive that its leaves close on
the approach of footsteps.
The snake can stand erect, climb as
well as an ape, swim like a fish, dart
forward and do all but fly in seizing its
prey.
The forests of caoutchouc trees on
tho banks of the Madeira and its tribu
taries yield over 1,600,000 pounds
annually.
It is estimated that at the present
rate of emigration the population of the
United States fifty years hence will be
nearly 200,000,000.
Belgian miners can perform a large
amount of work almost without food,
their strength being maintained by their
habitual use of coffee.
Chica, a liquid which in Peru is hand
ed round like coffee after meals, is pre
pared from maize moistened and fer
mented by mastication.
In Cambria county, Pa., there are
two springs only a few feet apart, one oi
which finds its way into the Atlantic
ocean and the other into the Gulf of
Mexico.
In the time of Julias Ciesar quarries
of white marble were opened on the
coast of Eiruria, and thenceforth Rome
drew her supply from this place to the
exclusion of Greek marbles.
Tho amount of horseflesh consumed
in Paris lastyear was 1 670 tons and ol
donkey meat about 418 tons. The offal
of neither is reckoned in these figures,
though it was utilized all the same for
making prime countiv sausages.
Authorities agree that the earliest
date to be given pictorial representa
tions on window glas3 is later than the
year 1000. All colored windows before
that time were ornamented by small
pieoes arranged in geometrical pat
terns.
PEARLS OF THOUHIIT.
Trust and yon will not be trusted.
A wrong cannot be justified by its
object.
Credit often ruins both debtor and
creditor.
Promise to pay is the father of bank
ruptcy.
Strive for the best and provide against
the worst.
What has been unjustly gained can
not be justly kept.
Those are the most honorable who
are the most useful.
Impatience dries the blood Boonei
than age or sorrow.
No one can read another's mind ; few
can read their own.
Education should bring to light the
ideal of the individual.
Hold on to virtue—it is above prioe
to you at all times and places.
How many men and women are there
without a weak spot somewhere ?
A nooie part ot every true me is to
learn to undo what has been wrongly
done.
We know that we must meet to part,
bat we know that we part to meat
again.
Whore the tree of ben licence takes
root it sends forth branches beyond
the sky.
A man's good breeding is the best
security against other people's ill
manners.
The silence that acoapts merit as the
most natural thing in the world, is the
highest applause.
The best that we can do for one an
other is to exchange our thoughts freely;
and that, after all, is but little.
" I Told You So."
An old lady who was in the habit of
boasting after the ooourrenoe of any
event that she had predioted it, was
one day oleverly "sold" by her worthy
spouse, who had got tired of hearing
her eternal "I told you so." Rushing
into the house, breathless with exoite
ment, he dropped into a chair, elevated
his hands and exolaimed: "Oh, my
dear, what do you think f The old oow
has gone and eaten up our grindstone I"
The old lady was ready, and, hardly
waiting to hear the last word, she
screamed out at the top of her lungs :
" I told you so. I told you so. Ton
always would let it stand out of doors."
The Buckingham gold mine in. Vir
ginia is valued at $2,000,000.