j A SMUGGLER'S DERRICK. J! By Dawson Stearns. Fred Brown's father sent him to St. Pierre, partly for a holiday, and parMy to see some people in the way of business. So off he started in the little steamer from Boston, had a very pleasant trip down, aud arrived there •without any trouble. It was when he tried to get away that he had the re markable adventure of tho derrick. St. Pierre is uot much of a place, but it is the principal village of the islands of S't. Pierre and Miquelon, off the south coast of Newfoundland— islands which are all that remain to France of her former North American possessions. The little town is strung along one principal street, and the population, which is entirely French, varies ac cording to the number of vessels in the harbor—if an open roadstead de serves the name. Fred was surprised to find every body French and everything under Fi-euch rule; he had been told it would be so, yet he had not realized it could be so within a thousand miles of Bos ton. Yet the steamer he went down on took a regular guillotine that had been sent out from Paris by the way of Boston to St. Pierre for the coming execution of a man convicted there of murder. There is a great deal of smuggling of French goods from St. Pierre to the neighboring Canadian provinces, which impose, as the United States do, a very high customs tariff on foreign wines aud liquors. Now Fred was at the hotel at St. Pierre, waiting for the steamer to take him back to Boston, when the town crier, goiug around one day with his drum and official notices, proclaimed that the steamer had broken down and would uot be able to make her regular trip for a fortuight at least. It did uot Biiit Fred to wait, and in consulting with the hotelkeeper he learned that he might get to Cape Breton by a steamer trading to aud from the southwest coast of New foundland, if he could manage to reach Codroy or Burgeo within a few days. The landlord promised to let Fred know if there was an opportunity to get over by a sailing vessel, aud next day he told the boy of a little schooner about to sail for Burgeo that night. The captain of the vessel was iu the hotel at the time, an odd little Frenchman of the fisherman type, who assured Fred that he was a good pilot and careful sailor. So the young American engaged passage on the Hortense, which was the name of the skipper's wife and also his daughter. Ou seeing the schooner Fred rnid his bargain—she was so small. But the run to Burgeo was only about a hundred miles, and everybody told him that by leaving St. Pierre at night with a fair wind he should easily arrive at Burgeo before dark the fol lowing day. Moreover, if he did not take this chance he might not be able to connect with the otlier steamer. When Fred Brown left the hotel to goon board the H <4l'tense that night, the iunkeeper said with a smile, "Of course it makes no difference to a pas senger what tho schooner's cargo is." "Not if I get ashore all right in Burgeo," said Fred, and from the way the old skipper nodded aud grinued at this he seemed satisfied with the assurance. It was quite late when tliey went dowu to tho wharf aud found a mau waiting to row them off to the Hor tense, which was anchored in the stream. Fred was pretty tired aud sleepy, so when he got aboard he lay down on one of the lockers iu the lit tle cabin, with his coat under his head for a pillow, aud was fast asleep before he knew it. When he woke up it was clear daylight, aud the schooner was runuing thiough a moderate sea, with the wind on the starboard beam. When Fred went 011 deck he was surprised to find only two other men aud a girl. "My brother Jacques and my daughter," said the skipper, and when Fred asked if they were all who were 011 board, he smilingly replied, *'Oui—oh,yaas—plenty enough. Leetle crew, leetle boat—but plenty good. Bon! Oui! Ma petite fille,Hortense, she cook. Eh? Oui! Good! Et man frere, Jacques, he good sailor man— ah, oui! All right! The day only one. We sail out of de fog, eh?" For fog was so dense that they could not see the bowsprit from the stern. Indeed, tho schoouer did seem very small. She could not have been much more than 30 tons, and she was quite deep in the water with cargo. Fred found it anything but pleasant to be standing on in that dense atmosphere, with so tiny aud heavily laden a ves sel. For hours the skipper held his course by compass, predicting clear weather before sundown, but lie looked anxious, aud he often spoke iu a melancholy, caressing tone to his daughter, a big, strong girl about 15 years old, who spoke even less Eng lish than her father. As Fred found no one with whom he could hold in telligent converse, he lay dowu again iu the little cabin and was dozing shortly before noon, when he was rudely roused by cries on deok and noise as if from another vessel. Springing up instantly, he had just got his head above the companion hatch, when the schooner was struck with a shock that knocked him back into the cabin. Tho fall somewhat stunned him, aud when he recovered be could just see the ontliue of a steamer disappearing to windward ahead. The schoouer's bowsprit had been chopped clear < ff, the port bow was badly torn, bnt worst of all, both (he captain aid Jacques were gone. Fred learned afterward that both of them had sprung for the steamer's rail at the moiueut of collision, and so escaped. They made themselves un derstood after some little delay, and begged the captain of the steamer to put abont and search for tbe schooner, but he was convinced that the victim had sunk, and he was afraid to risk leaving his course in that fog and on that iron coast. Fred found the girl, Hortousp,hang ing to the main rigging with horror on her countenance, but she came down at once and stood beside him. Looking around, they saw that the schooner had been struck on the lee bow, but forward of her foreriggitig, and the foremast seemed uninjured. Fred caught the wheel to get the schooner on her course again and steady her, which was done easily, despite the loss of her head sails. Fred then set about inspecting the schooner. The hull seemed sound, but the pump threw a stream of clear sea water, showiug that the ves sel leaked. However, the valvo Bricked after about ten minutes of vigorous pump ing, which seemed to show that, the leak would not seriously endanger them unless it should increase! Fred was on the lookout forward about 3 o'clock, when he thought he heard surf. At the same moment the girl changed her course more to the westward, so as not to head directly on shore. "Are we near the harbor?" the youth called; but she seemed puz zled, and all tbe explanation she would give was, "Nou! Nou! Buoy! Rope!" Fred began to keep a sharp lookout for a buoy, and soon saw, almost di rectly ahead, a spar protruding end wise from the water and evidently se curely moored. Hortense steered for it, and in a few moments they could see a cliff of the bold coast of New foundland looming directly ahead. They could also see that a rope fell from the boom of a derrick on the cliff, aud was made fast to the buoy below. The girl was evidently arriving at exactly the destination she had sought, but Fred was quite sure it was not Burgeo, aud he could uot un derstand the situation at all. The cliff was apparently precipitous and overhanging, without any means of access, and the top was about 40 feot above the sea level. "Saisez-le! Preuez-le! Catch him lope!" She pointed wildly at the dangling derrick talis upon which they now drifted down. She had evidently seen this done before and knew where she was, so Fred grasped the rope as they struck it, and took a round turn to it with a line made fast to the forerigging. This acted as a temporary mooriug, but what was to be done next he had uot the remotest idea. But Hortense knew. She confidently pointed up at the derrick and said: "Mans come." But the "mans" did not come, al though the boy and girl repeatedly 6aug out and tried to attract attention. So absorbed were they in contemplat ing the dim, unresponsive cliffs that they gave no attention to their schoon er, which would have been almost ashore had the tide not kept her surg ing outward. The schooner was sinking fast. The only obvious method of escape was by the rope from the derrick, and there was no time to be lost in using that. Rushing forward to tell Hortonso, Fred made auother maddening discov ery. While pumping, he had not no ticed particularly what the girl was about, but now he found that she had in some way unrove the tackle from the block upon the end of the derrick boom and hauled down one end which she had utilized to moor the \ess-el fast to tho buoy with a turn of the bight around tho foremast. The free end, knotted, was far above reach. When Fred pointed out what she had done she laughed aud assured him that some one on th" cliff would soon fix it, but when he showed her that the schooner was foundering, she was panic-stricken aud screamed a full minute, after which she was as calm as before. Fred tried to think of a way of es cape. The schooner was likely to sink at any moment, and the water was too deep right up the cliff to give any landing there. They might cling to the buoy ufter the schoouer sank, but the ;hauces of rescue would be doubt ful. The only hope lay in that single bit of hemp which hung from the del rick booin. He had been good at rope climbing in the gymnasium of his school, but togo up 40 feet on such a rope with his clothes on would be a hard strain. However, it was the only chance. Fred hauled down on tho hanging rope until the upper end, in which Hortense had tied a couple of knots, caught hard iu the block. Then he showed the girl as well as lie could what he inteiu'ed to do, and in spite of her protestations made h bowline of the rope fast around her so that she would not sink, even if the vessel did go down. Then he climbed the fore rigging of the schooner—which was the easiest way up as far a* it went— rested for a fresh breath near the masthead,and started climbing toward the derrick boom hand over hand. If the rope had been in a gymnasium he could have gone up without any fear, but out there in the wild air and drizzling mist, the fog obliterating everything at a short distance, tho sea gulls screaming around, as if mad dened at the invasion of their prem ises, and no «ne at hand to say a word of cheer, the situation xnAinail I rather awful. But he wont up quick ly, reaohed the block, awuug a le? over oue of the guys and pulled him self up on top of the boom. Then a cry froiu Hortense arose. Looking down, he saw tho masts • 112 the schooner sinking and the girl in ; the water clingiug to the buoy. She ! had bravely refrained from screaming j till she saw Fred safe, although the | water had come up on do.'k almost as soon a 1 ? he had swung oil' from the j foremasthead. Fred shotted encouragement to her, but how could he lift her and her wet clothes—a weight of 190 potrads at : least—up a sheer height of 40 feet? i He tried to get the end of the rope ■ free to run through the block, but his : weight on it had so jammed the knots i into the sheave thnt he was unable to looseu it. The appeals of poor Hor tense were incessant. He resolved tc try to lift her hand over baud. I Stretching out upon tho boom, he braced himself as well as ho could with his shonlder under the topping lift and one foot tucked up for a firmer hold, then began the hoist. Hortense gave a cheer, the bowliue held tight i about her. and slowly, hand by hand, | he raised tho girl. But tho strain was groat. When he i had lifted her up about 1;> feet he be gan to dsspalr of accomplishing the I task, but still he strove, for to drop ! her would 1 e fatal. Shutting his eves, he lifted hand over hand steadily, but with ebbiug strength. Tho perspira i tion poured off him, his breath was coming short, he felt that he could eu j dure no longer; but just then, open ing his eyes, he saw Hortense reach ing for the main part of the rope hanging from fhe block, which ho had 'paid out in a bight as he lifted her. I If she could reach it ehe might be able to hold her own weight while he ' got fresh strength and breath. With a desperate effort he raised himself on j the boom a little, and just when com pletely exhausted felt, by the ease of i the strain, that Hortense had caught : the bight. She was two-thirds up,and i the worst of the job was over, if their ! combined strength was enough for tho : rest of the lift. Now Hortense proved herself a bet ter sailor than Fred had supposed her ! to be, for instead of hoisting herself, she made a half-hitch of the bight through the bowline she sat in, which supported her weight from the eud of the boom and left him free for a rest. : So she was safe, tho rest of the lifting was comparatively easy, and he soon had her within reach. But to get her I upon the boom vas an altogether dif ferent matter, for she became dizzy and faiut, ami absolutely refused to It• y and clamber up beside him. The : only thing to do was to make her fast where she was, then to cast off one of the guys and swing the boom ashore by the other. So Fred worked his «ay in along the boom to the derrick mast, found that the guys of the boom wefe easily loosened from their eye bolts, and a complished his object pretty speedily. Hortense fell on her knees on (lie rock in her still dripping garments as soon as was free from the rope that had saved her, and at once gave thauks to Heaven; then she rose an 1 led the Boston boy back a few hun dred yards from tho edge of the cliff to a little shanty almost lull of brandy (•asks that had be 'ii landed by that same derrick. With littlo difficulty she persuaded the deaf old Frenchman who lived there that. Fred was "ull right." So he took them both to B.ugeo next day, whore Fred caught his steamer, anil left Hortense looking for a fisherman who would take her back to St. Pierre.—Youth's Com panion. QUAINT AND CURIOUS. James Ewing of I'eru, Ind., who has lain in a box of straw for 30 years or more, died a few days ago at the county intirmary. He was paralyzed when a young man and was made help less in mind and body. Angleo Magnanamo oI Middletown, Coun., the three-legged boy, has gone to Paris, where he will be exhibited at the exposition. After the exposi tion lie will tour England and Italy. The third leg grows from the base of the spinal column and does not quite leach to the ground. Maiwatchia, on the borders of Rus sia, is the only town in the world ex clusively inhabited by men. Tho Chinese women aro not allowed to live iu this territory, and aro even forbidden to pass the great wall of Kalkan and to enter Mongolia. All the Chinese of this border town aro traders. The Chinese visiting card consists of a large sheet of blight scarlet paper bearing the name of the owner in very large characters. The paper is folded ten times, and the name is written on the right-hand lower corner, prefixed thus: "Your nnworth}' friend, who bows his head and pays his re spect;" "Your very stupid brother," or something to that effect. Iu place of "yours truly," "your stupid" is written on the Chinese card. The importance of small things is exemplified by a recent discovery which makes a single tlea serve as a link in the chain of evidence tending to prove a former land connection between Australia and South America. This flea belongs to a new species from Argentina, where the only speci men yet known is believed to havo lived on a rat. The species is assigned by N. C. Bothschild to the genus Ste- I phanocircus, which has been hitherto I represented by a single species of [ Australia, and the two forms are evi i dently very closely allied, although I now seuarated bv the ocean. DR. TALMAGES SERMON. SUNDAY'S DISCOURSE BY THE NOTED DIVINE. Subject: Tlie Affairs of Others—Tlio ISnsy- Itoily linn » Mission to Perforin When His Motive Ss (*oout cheer those young merchants who are making their first mistakes in bargain nnd sale. That old farmer who has 200 acres In best tillage and his barns full of hnrvesled crops and tlio graiu merchant liuviug bought his wheat at high prices before it was reaped needs no sympathy from you, but cheer up thnt young farmer whose acres are covered with a big mortgage and tlio drought strikes them the llrst year. That builder with contracts made for the con struction of halt a dozen houses and tlie owners impatient for occupancy Is not to bo pitied, but give your sympathy to that mechanic iu early acquaintance with ham mer ami saw and bit nnd amid all tho limitations of a journeyman. And now my words nro to the invlsiblo multitudes I reach week by week, but yet will noversee iu this world, but whom I ex pect to meet at the bar of God and hope to see In the blessed heaven. The last word that Dwlght L. Moody, the great evan gelist, said to mo at Plainlleld, N J., nud lie repeated the message for me to others, was, "Never be toinpted under any circum stances to give up your weekly pub lication of sermons throughout tho world." Thnt solemn charge I will heed os long as I have streugth to give them und the newspaper types desire to take them. Oh, ye people back there In the Sheffield mines of Euglnnd, and ye in the sheep pastures of Australia, and yo amid tho pictured terraces of Now Zealand, aud ye among tho cinnamon aud color in flamed groves of Ceylon, and yo Armeninns weeping over the graves ot murdered households iu Asia Minor, and yo amid the idolatries of Benares ou the Grnuges, and ye dwellers ou tho banks of tho Androscoggin, and tho Alabama, nnd tho Mississippi, nud the Oregon, and tho Shuunou, and tho Rhine, aud tho Tiber, and tho Danube, and tho Nile, and the Euphrntes, nnd tlio Caspinu and the Yellow seas; ye of tho four corners of the earth who have greeted me again and again, accept this point blank offer of everything for nothing, of everything of pardon and comfort and lllumiuntlon and safety aud heaven, "without tnouey and without price." What si gospel for all lands, all zones, nil ages! Gospel of sym pathy! Gospel ot hope! Gospel of eman cipation! Gospel of sunlight! Gospol of enthronement! Gospel of eternal victory! Take it all yo people, until your sins nro all pardoned, and your sorrows all solaced, and your wrongs ull righted, and your dying pillow bo spread at tho foot of a ladder which, though like tho ono thnt was let down to Bethel, may be thronged with doscondlug and ascending immortals. shall neverthe less have room enough for you to climb, foot over foot, on rungs of light till you go clear up out of sight of all earthly pertnrbutiou Into the realm where "the wicked cease from troubling nnd the weary ore at rest." THE GKEAT DESTROYER. SOME STARTLING FACTS A3OUT THE VICE OF INTEMPERANCE. Only a Drankiird.Veff York Society Wrought Up Over the Kevelittintig About tli« l»rlnk Habits or the Women in tlie Swell 3et_.3oroaifi Hhorked. Ouly a drunkard! a pitiful thing, Whose rough, ragged raiment so closoly ilotli cling To the rum-stricken form, whilo the wintry winds ravo With the moans that will echo so soon 'round his grave. Yet pity him now, for the sako of the days When his feet followed free in the happiest ways, And the marks on the flue open features, were not The skeleton brand of a sin-saddened sot. Think of the time, ere the w#ld drove him wild, W When he lovingly laughed as an innocent child; A mother prayed over him, over him wept, Taught him while waking and watched while he slept. To crown him with culture, tolled early and late, Vnd dreamed of a manhood both honored and great. Somebody's darling, somebody's jov, Somebody's brother, somebody's boy, Somebody's hero, somebody's love, Worshiped as next to tlie Master above. Jollege friends flattered hiiu, happy ani Kay. wonquering obstacles day after day— Wlnuiug in wisdom the rich golden grain, liasy to him of the brilliaut brain; Bright eyes grew brighter with love when he came, • Fond of his fancies and proud of his fame. And wept with delight, and a worshipful pride. When he kissed her, and blessed her, and called her his bride. Twas then at the fonst that ho fell to hia toe. And he drank to the day in the wine's ruddy glow. Little by little before It he toll, following fate on the highway of hell; Deeper and deeper he followed It down, Onto the damnable dens of the town, Torturing, starving, and cursing his wife, 'Till death gave release from her rutu rldden life; And the city authorities laid her to rest, In a pauper's poor tomb with her babe on her breast. How it pursued him! The Demon, desire; With its horrible thirst and Its fancies of (Ire. Forcing his feet to the terrible brink Of the pit in which rages the maelstrom of drink, Homeless, and hopeless, and loveless his lot, A whisky-worn, rum-maddened, bottle bound sot. Only a drunkard! And yet let us throw Charity's cloak o'er his ways aud ills woe, Striving to lead him in love to tile light, Piercing the gloom with the rays of the right. I. Elgar .Tones, in the National Tem perance Advocate. Society Women Di inlt Cocktail*. The recent dispute in the Eclectic Club over the question of cocktails for women has stirred up no end of trouble in Gotham iud now comes more of the leaders of the iwellest of all the swell sets aud say that there is no doubt that the society womea Jo drink more of the insidious decoction than is good aud right and proper for them. As a matter of fact, the question has be come so serious that Oscar, the head waiter lit the Waldorf, has been asked to tell what ho knows about It. When atopic gets over the heads of the swell set there Is only one thing to do—appeal to Oscar. Oscar is a genius. He is also a clever man and one who Is fully alive to the enormous respon sibilities mat rest on his devoted head. Aud so when the good women began to get into a snarl over the cocktaiis somebody thought at once of Oscar. "Yes," said the sage, "the women do drink too many cocktails, and they are uot oysteror soda cocktails, either. They are the real thing. But, 'added Oscar "a lady is always a lady, cocktail or no cocktail. ' This was an afterthought, audit was the saving clause in the strong statement ot the man who tells even the Astors anil the Vanderbilts what they shall and shall not Bat or drink. Ou the other hand some of the women have rebelled against the sweeping .state ment that there are too mauy Manhattans and Martinis disposed of in the 400. But these womeu don't take issue with Oscar. They are too wise to do that. They merely my that there is a mistake out somewhere. Mrs. Theodore Sutro, however, is somewhat shocked at the prevalence of the cocktail habit, and does not hesitate to say so in Itilte strong words. She is a Sorosls wom an, and In discussing the habit uud its alarming Increase, says: "I fully realize that women are every lay seizing upon new liberties. They have laid hold of the cocktail, but they must let go. The American cocktail is strictly uu temiuine and was never meant for a wom an's palate. It is essentially a man's drink.'' Audit Is a oouceded fact that the ap petite for mixed drinks is fast developing among the female members of New York's "smarter set." At the big hotel restaurants, Turkish baths and places or social resort for wom en of good social standing this is apparent. Tue order books iu the liquor departments ot ttie big grocery houses show, too, a won derfully Increased demand among the fash ionable patrons for bottled cocktails and absinthes. Other society leaders do not care to be quoted iu cold luk on the topic and have carefully avoided saying anything on the matter except to admit If the gre.it Ameri cau cocktail is really demoralizing the Gotham ladies it 19 really too bad. Nothing bas been said yet about a reformation. Noble Itesolve or Students. The students of the Toronto University recently met to decide as to whether liquors should be excluded from the an uual dinner, and the following resolution wasfndopted: "Kesolved, That in the opinion of this society the use of Intoxicating liquors at student functions is uot in the best in terests of the students or the university, and that the society wishes to place ltselt us opposed to its use at fuuetious con trolled by the Literary Society." Admiral Sampson a Teetotaler. In a letter to a no-license meeting ir Cambridge, Mass., a few nights ago Ad miral Sampson said: "It is my opinion that the only certain safe position for an> person to take 011 the question of uslug tu toxicatjng liquors is the position of total abstinence. Xu like manuer, I believe that uo-llcense Is the only position for any com munity to advocate for the absolute secur ity of its people." Tlie Ciutsile In Uriel". The drink devil is still a potent factor i: politics. The most proline source of strife Is t K glass of wine. Habitual brandy drinkers give out soon than cold water men. License Is not intended to stop t liquor traffic. bu'_ to perpetuate it by In Let us temember that the Americ Sabbath is to-duy trodden dowu bener the feet of the saloon. The English Government lias aunoum that Belgium has Invited the Powers to conference at Brussels upon the Afrb liquor trade. The date 1* not Yet set.