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-v~ AfiHVLEON A P^tfWrlfK W&- I.*. SSI *& >y--" ih.P?> <*?% S CHAPTERIX.--Continued. SV,̂ ;: j^|lW^ie^«it in calm certainty to obeerMS ill what manner the Lord had consented to answer his petition. He saw that the wind had veered and, eyes as he looked, large drops of rain pounding musically upon his l-cover. Par in front of them a low line of flame was crawling to the west, while above it lurid clouds of smoke rolled away from them. In another moment the full force of the shower was upon them fron? a^sky that half an hour before bad been cloudless. Far off to tho right scurried the Indians, their feath- erjr figurea lying low upon the backs of their smalt ponies. His heart swelled within him, and he fell again to his kneeswlth many earnest words of thanksgiving for the intercession. They at once made camp for the night, and by Brigham's fire late^lfc the evening Joel Rae confided the truth .of his miracle to that good man, taking care not to utter the words with any delight or pride in himself, lie considered that Brlgham was un­ duly surprised by the occurrence^ almost displeased in fact; showing a tendency to attribute the day's good fortune to phenomena wholly natural. Although the miracle had seemed to him a small, simple thing, he now felt a little ashamed of his performance. He was pleased to note, Ijowever, that Brlgham became more gracious to him after a short period of reflection. He praised him indeed for the merit which he seemed to have gained in the. Lord's sight; taking occasion to remind him, however, that he, Brig- ham. had meant to produce the same effects by a prayer of his own in due time to save the train from destruc­ tion; that he had chosen to wait, how­ ever, in order to try the faith of the Saint*. By the first o( June they had wormed their way over 500 miles of plain to the trading post of Fort Lar­ amie. Here they were at last forced to cross the Platte and to take up their march along the Oregon trail. They were now in the land of alkaline deserts, of sage brusa and grease- wood,.of sad* bleak, deadly stretches; a land where the v favqr of Heaven might,have to be Called upon If they were to. survive. "Yet it was a land not without / Inspiration,---a land of immense distances, of long, dim per­ spectives, and of dreamy visions In the far, vague haze. In such a land, thought Joel Rae, the spirit of the Lord mustt. draw closer |© the children «f earth. •* f^HAPTER X , £ V.The Promised Land*->» So far on their march the Lord had Srotected them from all but ordinary ardships. True, some members of the company had suffered from a fever whiqh they attributed to the clouds^ of dust that enveloped the col­ umn of wagons when in motion, and to the great change of temperature from day to night. Again, the most of them were for many weeks with­ out bread, saving for the sick the lit­ tle flour they had and subsisting upon t*e meat provided by the hunters. Before reaching Fort Laramie, too, their stock had become weakened for wftnt of food; an extended drought, ti|e vast herds of buffalo, and the In­ dian fires having combined to destroy the pasturage. ^TWs weakness of, the animals made t!>e march for many days not more than five or sis miles a day. At the last |hey had fed to the stock not only all their grain but the most of their crackers and other breadstuffs. But these were slight matters to » perse­ cuted people gathering out of Baby­ lon. Late in June they reached the South Pass. For many hundred miles they had been climbing the backbone of the continent. Now they had reached the summit, the dividing ridge between streams tljat flowed to the Atlantic and streams that flowed to the Pacific. From the level prairies they had toiled up into the fearsome Rockies where bleak, grim crags lowered" upon them from afar, and disfant summits glistening with enow warned them of^the perils ahead .Through all this .time of mare the place where they should the tent of Israel was not fixed upon. "When Brlgham was questioned around the camp-fire at night, his -only reply was that he would know the site of their new home when he eaw it And it came to be told among the men that he had beheld in vision a tent settling down from heaven and resting over«a certain spot; and that :a voice had said to him, "Here is the place where my people Israel shall pitch their tents and spread wide the •curtains of Zlon!" It was enough. He would recognise the spot when .they reached it. From the trappers, scouts, and guides eojRMp|Mr«d.r along the road they had l*eii||ted much advice as to eligible locations; and while this was various as tojtites recommended, the opinion had been unanimous that the Salt I>ake inM^ was ^ppMMihte. * It was, ttiey were told, sa*dy> barren, rainless, destitute of tMd veg­ etation. infested with hordes of hun­ gry crickets, and roamed over by bands of most savage Indians. In short, no colony could endure there. Tbfy dared not. Indeed, go to a fertile land, fttr there the Gentiles would be tempted to follow them-- with the old Moody end. Only in a desert such as these men had de­ scribed the Salt Lake valley to be could î ey hope for pefcee. From Fort'flg$tger, then, their route bent to the 'llti&KWest along the rocky spur* mounCaiSM, cl^ng pitcfc clad tops gleamed a Mulsh white in the July sun. By the middle of July the van­ guard of the company began the de­ scent of Echo canyon,--a narrow slit cut ettaight down a thousand feet into the red sandstone,--the pass which a handful of them was to hold a few years later against a whole army of the hated Gentiles. ,S" • The hardest part of their Journey was still before them. Their road had now to be made as they went, lying wholly among the mountains. Lofty hills, deep ravines with jagged sides, forbidding canyons, all but im­ passable streams, rock-bound and brush-choked,--up and down, through or over all these obstacles they had now to force a passage, cutting here, digging there; now double-locking the wheels of their wagons to prevent their crashing down soine steep in­ cline; now putting five teams to one load te haul it up the rock-strewn side of some waterway. From Echo canyon they went down the Weber, then toward Bast canyon, a dozen of the bearded host going for­ ward with spades and axes as sap­ pers. Sometimes they made a mile in five hours; sometimes they were less lucky. But at length they were fight- ing their way up the choked East canyon, starting fierce gray wolves from their lairs in the rocks and bear- potatoes. and CHAPTER XI. Another Miracle and a Temptation In the Wilderness. The floor of the valley was an arid wa«£i, flat and treeless, a far sweep of gray and gold, of sage-brush spaftgled with sunflowers, patched here and there with glistehing beds of salt and soda, or pools of the dead- alkali. Here crawled the lizard and e rattlesnake; and there was no music,to the desolation save the petu­ lant chirp of the cricket. At the sides an occasional stream tumbled out of the mountains to be all but drunk away at once by the thirsty sands Along the banks of these was the only green to be found, sparse* fringes of willow and wild rose. On the borders of the valley, where the steeps arose, were little patches of purple and dusty brown, oak-bush, squaw-berry, a few dwarfed cedars, and other scant growths. At long intervals could be found a marsh of wire-grass, or a few acres of withered bunch-grass. But these served only to emphasize the prevailing desert tones. . The sun-baked earth was so hard that it broke their plows when they tried to turn it Not until they had spread water upon it from the river they had named Jordan could the plows be used. Such was the new Canaan, the land held in reserve by the Lord for His chosen people sinee the foundations of the world were laid. Dreary though it was, they were elated. Had not a Moses led them out of bondage up into this chamber of the mountains against the day of wrath that was to consume the Gentile world? And would he not smite the rocks for water? Would he not also be a Joshua to sit in judgment and divide to Israel his inheritance? They waited not nor demurred, hut fell to work. Within a week they had .explored the valley and its canons made a road to the timber eight miles •• ~sM-r m: m K "• "Dewn, Dewn on Ye*ir Knees and Pray." :•* ',<•£ 'v ing at every rod of their hardfought way the swift and unnerving song of the coiled rattlesnake. Eight fearful miles they toiled through this gash in the mountain; then over another summit--Big mountain; down this dangerous slide, all Wheels double-locked, on to the summit of another lofty hill,--Little mountain; and abruptly dowd again into the rock gorge afterwards to be­ come historic as Immigration canyon. Following down this gorge, never doubting they should come "at last to their haven, they found its mouth to be Impassable. Rocks, brush, and timber choked the way. Crossing to the south side, they went sheerly up the steep hill--so steep that it was all but impossible for the straining animals to drag up the heavy wagons, and so narrow that a false step might have dashed wagon and team half a thousand feet on to the rocks below. But at last they stood on the sum­ mit,--and broke into shouts of rapture as they looked. For the wilderness home of Israel had been found. Far and wide below them stretched their promised land--a broad, open valley hemmed in by high mountains that lay cold and far and still in the blue haze Some of these had slept since the world began under their canopies of snow, and these flashed a sunlit glory into the eager eyes of the pilgrims. Others reared bare, scathed peaks above slopes that were shaggy with timber. Arid out in front lay the won­ drous lake--a shield of deepest glit­ tering turquols held to the dull, gray breast of the valley, f , Again and again they cried ^ out: "Hosanna to God and the Lamb!" and many of the bearded host shed tears, for the hardships *! the way had weakened them. • Then Brigham came, lying pale and wasted in his wagon, and when they Saw him gaze long, and heard him finally say: "Enough--drive on!" knew that on this morning of 24, 1847. they had found the spot in vision he had seen the tent of tfce Lord come down to earth. away, built a saw-pit, sawed lumber fpr a skiff, plowed, planted, and irri­ gated half a hundred acres of the parched soil, and begun the erection of many dwellings, some of logs, some of adobes. Ground had also been chosen and consecrated by Brigham, whereon, in due time, they would build up their temple to the God of Jacob. Meantime, they would continue to gather out of Babylon. During the late summer and fall many wagons arrived from the Missouri, so that by the be­ ginning of winter their number was nearly 2,000. They lived rudely, a lucky few in the huts they had built; more in tents and wagon-boxes. Nor did they fall to thank Providence for the mild winter vouchsafed to them during this unprotected period, per­ mitting them not only to survive, but to continue their labors--of logging, home-building, the making of rough furniture, and the repairing of wagons and tools. When the early spring came they were again quickly at the land with their seeds. Over 5,000 acres were sown to needful produce. When this began to sprout with every promise of a full harvest, their joy was bound less; for their stock of breadstuffs and provisions had fallen low during the winter, and could not last later than harvest-time, even with rigid economy But early in June, in the full flush of this springtide of promise, it ap hundreds of For tttto their the ravenous black st̂ ijp tender sprouts were consumed to the ground. In their track they left no stalk nor growing blade. Starvation now faced the Saints. In their panic they sought to light the all-devouring pest. While some went wildly through the fields killing the crickets, others ran trenches and tried to drown them. Still others beat them back with sticks and brooms, or burned them by fires set in the fields JBut against the oncoming liorde these efforts were unavailing. Where, hun­ dreds were destroyed thousands appeared. Despair seized the Saints, the bitter despair of a cheated, famished people --deluded even by their God. In their shorn fields they wept and cursed knowing at last they could not stay the pest Then into the fields came Joel Rae rebuking the frenzied men and women. The light of a high faith was upon him as he called out to them: "Have I not preached to you all win ter the way to salvation in times like this? Does faitn mean one thing in my mouth and another thing here? Why waste yourselves with those foolish tricks of fire and water? They only make you forget Jehovah--you fools--you poor, blind fools---to palter so?" ' He raised kls voice, and the won dering group about him grew large. "Down, down on your knees antf pray--pray--pray! I tell you the Lord shall not suffer you to perish!" Then, as hut one or two obeyed him-- "So your hearts have been hard­ ened? Then my own prayer shall save you!" Down he knelt In the midst of the group, while they Instinctively drew back from him on ail sides. But as his voice rose, a voice that had never failed to move them, they, too, began to kneel, at first those near him, then others back of them, until a hundred knelt about him. ? He had not observed them, bat with eyes closed he praved on, pouring, out his heart in penitent supplication. . As his words rH»rtg out, there had been quick., low, startled murmurs from the kneeling group about him; and now 'oud shouts interrupted his prayer. He opened his eyes, From off toward the lake gie&t flocks of gulls had appeared, whivenlng the sky, and now dulling all other rounds with the beating of their wing* and their high, plaintive cries. Quickly they settled upon the Adds in swirling drifts, so that the land all about lay white as with snow. A groan went up: "They will finish what the crickets have left" He had risen to his feet, looking in­ tently. Then he gave an exultant shout. "No! No!--they are eating only the crickets! --the white birds are de­ vouring the black pests; the hosts of heaven and hell have met, and the powers of light have triumphed once more over darkness! Pray--pray now with all your hearts In thanksgiving for this mercy!" And again they knelt/ many with streaming eyes, while he led them in a prayer of gratitude for this wondrous miracle. All day long the white birds fed upon the crickets, and when they left at night the harvest had been saved. Thus had Heaven vouchsafed a second miracle to the Lute of the Holy Ghost. It is small wonder then if hts views of the esteem in which he was held by that power were now greatly enlarged. tn August, thanks to the Heaven­ sent gulls, they were able to celebrate with a feast their first "Harvest Home." In the center of the big stockade a bowery was built, and un­ der its shade tables were spread and richly laden with the first fruits their labors had won from the desert--, white bread and golden butter, green corn, watermelons, and many varieties of vegetables. Hoisted on poles for exhibition were Immense sheaves of wheat, rye, barley, and oats, coaxed from the arid level with the water thay had cunningly spread upon It. There were prayers and publfo thanksgiving, songs and speeches and dancing. It was the flush of their first triumph over the desert. Until night­ fall the festival lasted, and at its close Elder Rae stood up to address them on the subject of their past trials and present blessings. The silence was instant, and the faces were all turned eagerly upon him, Tor it was beginning to be suspected that he had more than even priestly power. When he was done many pressed forward to take his hand, the young and the old. for they had both learned to reverence him. Near the outer edge of the throng was a red-lipped Juno, superbly rounded, who had gleaned in the fields until she was all a Gypsy brown, and her movements of a Gypsy grace In their freeness. She did not greet the young Elder as did the others, seem­ ing, indeed, to be unconscious of his presence. Yet she lingered near as they scattered off into the dusk, in little groups or one by one; and still she stood there when all were gone, now venturing just a glance at him from deep gray eyes set under black brows, turning her splendid head a little to bring him into view. He saw the figure and came forward, peer- ingly. "Mara Cavan--yes, yes, so It Is!" He took her hand, somewhat timidly, an observer would have said. "Your father is not able to be out? I shall walk down with you to see Mm---it where are the girts of yester-year; i, The girls with blue qyee shmiff§? , ' ? The dirts who used to Goetm deer v '1 Wnon m? went vatenftnmg? :v To whom we and mednt/S too, "Oh su$arb bweetandaoareyou/* , whom we sent with greQt ddo ̂ Two hesrtd att mtertw/mn§? tf ih&5& should meet the orotic v J&ved t/t tto yester-year Mese tresses 0ntedM the sun. V ,MmeN!x>$®5ce6t its dear, We'd M<? today and mean it to&, "14 W sugars smet and se were BytfMetescutotjrfawintw fSfi v ^ i,: .T,v ' . , : , ' - * I <* .'lV J'iAlM OF. Wondrous Star , , «« ot an that once saved nine! 'That's easy," butM & the man who had his feet on Hie table. "B« dodged the flatiron. that, you threw at him." "Perhaps he got tired of st a r v e d a t y o u r h o u s e a n d e t , ̂ , away to some neighbor's*" suggeitatt K ̂ the man with the baggy-kneed troos- : ers^ "Your shrewdness does you credit, gentlemen," said the speaker, handing each of them a* cigar. "Permit me to reward But you don't quite guess it. T^Eji v' < * cat, in- nosing around the prexAfiM^. j found a pitcher of cream. He stfgl! f ills head down into it. It was a tlflifet |-C fit, but he managed to get his head | Inside. Then he was in at fix. His ; \-/:A nose was in the cream, ,aad he couldn't * , * get his head back through the opening. £' \ '^ j Any other cat would have suffocated to r ', death inside of--" ' ' • % "Why," interrupted the man with the green goggles, "didn't he--" i ̂ .• * j "Jam the pitcher against the ftoer s' <, 4* and break it? I knew you would aakj*.^ that question. He couldnt. It was | ^ made of pewter. I am telling this -f- i story, please remember, aad don't cut < * in again. This cat was confused tor Sr ixn I I d you're ready now." / (TO BE CONTINUED.) IOOOOOOOQOOOOOOOOOOOOUOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOUOUUOM WIRE FENCES KILL EMEUS f ~ A correspondent of the Emu, living 120 miles to the eastward of Perth, Western Australia, reports that num­ bers of emeus are destroyed in his district by striking ̂ against the wire fences set to prevent the invasion of rabbits. The birds appear to migrate at one time of year from east to west, re­ turning at the commencement of the dry season. When they strike a rab­ bit fence they hang on to it Jn the angles till they perish wlth thirst A boundary rider states that in one dead emeus might be counted, while In a length of 60 miles the total num­ ber of birds which had t, thus suc­ cumbed was estimated at no less than 300. In other districts the destruction Is reported to be even worse. On the east side of the fence a complete track Is made by the emeus In their endeavor to force a passage. It is obvious that, unless some ef­ ficient remedy for this state of affairs is speedily found, the days of th# emeu In the Perth district wlM M« NE STACEY sat with her back to the light of her existence and the chandelier. But the re­ spective luminaries re­ mained equally Indiffer­ ent, the one obscured by his evening paper and the other by a pink-tissue shade. So she lifted her pretty foot to the glow of the fire--the only glow that seemed In evidence anywhere--and engaged in her long- practised game of making the best of things. But the play went dully this night, although'the coals arranged the usual pictures for her to gaze into and the castle-building materials were all at hand. Now and then she glanced at a big howl of violets which stood on the table * near her, and in her expression was a curious blending of indignation and triumph. There was silence in the room, except for a slow-pulsed clock, which struck the quarter-hours reluctantly, and the occasional rustling of the turning pages of'the newspaper. She felt strangely lonely. The girls had gone out, wearing . their violets pinned in the fur and laces at their bonnie throats. The fragrance of the flowers at her side swept up with the memory of the lines which had come as $ valentine to little Jeanne; « * This thins: I know, my daw, My love for you, my dear, Will last for aye! "But it doesn't, Jeanne, child," she whispered sadly. "It does not last any longer than the dew lasts on the roses. But it is so sweet to be de­ ceived!" She sighed. And again her eyes fell on the violets. "Who in the world could have sent them to me?" she murmured. "AnQ the verses! Impertinent, of course. But rather dear. The writing looks a little familiar, too; but I can't place It" She drew a little note from the dainty little rose-colored bag which swung from the ribbons at her waist, and scanned it by the firelight. A half-pleased smile crept up to her eyes, as she read: These tender flowera are sent to you by one To whom you are the starlight and the eun. Their fragrance bears a message fond and true From out a heart that beats alone for you. ~ "How dreadful!" murmured Anne Stacey, but with commendable for­ bearance. "I must show it to Dick!" She rose determinedly, just as there was a sound of a sliding paper and a snore. She turned back and sat down, and the little foot on the fender tap­ ped Impatiently. "Asleep again," she said, "and it is only half-past eight! Another tire­ some evening ahead of me. Oh, dear, I don't see why I ever married hinr! A man so absorbed in business has no right to marry. He is so tired and dull when he comes home that he never talks. I believe I am getting so I dis­ like Dick, anyway. I just won't try to tell him about the flowers and note. He doesn't take the trouble to tell me anything. I wish I knew who sent It --that's what I wish!" Her cheeks were flushed now, and she looked re­ sentfully at the form in the big leather chair. "I won't tell him a word," she repeated -- then called sharply: "Dick!" Stacey started up, dazedly. "Eh? Yes. All right! What is & mam- mar "It's St Valentine's Ore!" # > "The deuce It Is! I thought tt was morhing. What's up?" 'Nothing. The same (rid nothing." There was a pause, after which an­ other gasp and snore was followed by an apologetic: "Did you speak, mamma?" "I only said It was St Valentine's sve." "Oh, yes, so yOu did." (Yawn.) "Who was the old -duffer anyway? Been reading about him for the club?" (Yawn.) Mrs. Stacey Ignored the question so coldly that Stacey dimly realized •lift something ought to be said or done. "This," he began Insinuatingly, "this isn't an anniversary of any kind, lg |f£ We WWe not married or any- on Valentine s day, were We?" that I'd keep still about it!" an­ nounced Mrs.. Stacey. Her husband retired behind his paper. This was no time to discuss racial peculiarities of language. "The girls have each received love­ ly big bunches of violets.'" "Bully for the girls! Who sent 'em?" ; "We don't know. Jeanne's came with a valentine--poetry, you know." "Well, of course," said Stacey, "that is harder to bear. Know who wrote it?" . Mrs. Stacey shook her head. "No. But It Is beautiful. She will always remember it." "Will, eh? Can't get It out of her head, I suppose. Something like that 'Blue - trip • slip-for-an-eight-cent-fare' business." Mrs. Stacey gave wifely inattention to his joke. Her mind seemed fixed on other subjects. Finally: "A wo­ man always remembers sac} things. And sometimes they make dangerous food for hungry hearts." The man behind the paper became conscious of a meaning in his wife's tone. He looked over the top of the sheet, to see that her gaze was fixed upon a bowl of violets on the stand before the fire. She went on: s "You never, sent me a valentine, Dick. But some one else has. 1 wasn't going to tell you--when you were asleep--" "Well, Fm glad you didn't then. But what about it now?" "There isn't anything more about it At least I only know that I received a valentine and a bunch of flowers, and I don't know who sent them. I wish I did, because I am tired of be­ ing left alone and neglected and-- so there!" "Why, mamma! Why-*-" "You needn't 'Wtyy' me!*, pitcher of patience indeed had 1»een broken at the fountain. Mrs. Stacey was royally angry and in tears. "What do you men think women want in this life? Do you think we are satisfied with food and fire and clothes? I tell you we want love and attention as much as we do when we were young girls! And if husbands are too busy or too indifferent to give these things, some other men will!" She stopped, with shamed sobbing. Stacey had risen and now stood be­ side her chair. "What did he say, Anne?" he questioned quietly. But she shook her head miserably. "What did he say?" He reached down and took her slender hand In his broad palm. His little ring glim­ mered upon It in the firelight. "I can't tell you. You--never would understand--or appreciates--such ten­ derness. You--jrou never have--time "What did he say, dear?" "Oh, Dick. If only you had made love to me--if you ever--ever had--" "Tell me what he said. You can't? Then let me tell you." He knelt down beside her and her wondering eyes saw tears upon his bearded cheeks. But he reached over and took the bowl of violets in his hand as he said: These tender flowers ate sent to you by one To whom you are the starlight and the aun. , "Dick! You? Your' She threw her arms around his neck. Her cheek was upon his cheek, her eyes seeking his eyes, as he continued: fond Their fragrance bears t and true From out a heart which beats alone for you. Then there was silence In the little room where a man knelt with his wife in his arms and the quick-pulsed clock called blithely the quarter-hours as they ran away with the eve of St Val­ entine. SELDOM THINKS. Ethylene--Cholly start me a lovely valentine and a note sayta* kls thoughts are all of me-- Ernest--That signtllea nothing; fc* doesn't think oftener thaa oaea # a moment, of course. Any cat have been. He clawed around a and stuck his tail up in the air, but didn't make any sound. He had enough to know that he couldn't carry V Vt'. on a conversation with the outside..,Cf • <*• world idiile his nose and mouth were ; V- buried ra thick cream. He squatted ^ ^ down and seemed to consider the mat- ̂ ter. Then he acted. He had made Up ,T ) his mind. He felt his way to tke nearest wall, and when he foend tt reared up on his hind feet his head, with that cream ptt&er oil.; It straight up in the air and stood! there. That inverted the pitcher, youl know, and the cream began to ooze out and run down on the floor. Pres- ry -1 ently his tail began to wag leisurely,^ as if to convey the assurance to the--:'v/xfl. * watchers that he was all right He, _"o could breathe again. Then he sat;|f||ig|»j| down on the floor and proceeded to ^ ^ ^ push the pitcher off his head with his.,' W ^ ^ forepaws. He wasn't in any hurry u ^ about it. He knew there would be no^5»;, ̂ l trouble. The cream had lubricated his^ ^ | head, and it slipped out just as easy?""- .J!,,!, But his hearers had filed out They§ said there was a point at which lying; ceased to be merely a sin and became: aorlaM. W ^Natives Cant iwlm. A Washington man teB* Wp-;»< visit to a benighted • '^.'."' 7*"**" western state--a regloB-#*^ and unpromising that evfli dents thereof evince for H est disgust Many would if could, but, as they th« "There ain't nothln' to d*. an' have the chills and feverl' The Washington man along the banks of the rive; waters this section, and had gone some 20 miles or SO not in all that distance single fisherman. Meeting a man lounging near the stream, he asked: "Why doesn't someone fish In tJHs| river?" "Ain't no fish," was the laseiile;«*|g sponse of the native. < "No fish In such a beautiful, as this!" exclaimed the Washingtonian. "Why not?" The native lazily shifted his and answered: ' "Stranger, ef you could git outer this country as easy as a fish you reckon you'd be heref--Harper*#;. - Weekly.' i imm jj-Av -•K 't. im**# ?«ch a que^ion as J montk. 4 ' v I f f ̂ Intelligent " t One of the ablest pkystelaaa te Newt' York was in financial straits in hi* t| young days, and looked long and kanl for a job. Finally he was engaged * > in a small shop in Cherry street In tke> 1 ; midst of sailors' boarding houses "Slid,1 ^ slch." One night a woman an >- ounce of some deadly poisons i "What are you going to do with it,f* ^ said the young pharmacist. Ska w. plied auickly: "J am going to drink " . ^ ' it; I am wdary of living! I shall com-? mit suicide." "In that case," she "I won't sell it to you; you will ka*e to obtain it elsewhere." She laughed. "Oh, do you take me for a fool? If I wanted to kill myself do you suppose, ^ | I'd tell you? Honestly, I want the/V^i* 1 medicine for my husband, a longshore- ̂ man, who is in great distress." different." said our young friend, Whe^ ~'.L thereupon sold the poison and made \ her sign for it As she passed out, r of the door Bhe jelled in maniac jT tones: "Ya, ya! I got you that time! I'll be in hell in seven minutes!" ^s Always at Hand. • N&t tf great many years ago a sa^|V C v ber of families in Charlestown, kept hens, and it was a common slgkfc jk / to see them foraging about on aay v.'" street in the residential section. fx \ . ^ One afternoon a group of small boys ,/ were playing "Grand Army** on 1 er Hill street One boy was Ck* mander, another the adjntaat other boy the comrades. As moved up and down the stretf^ hens followed along, pecking safe distance from the rear. Suddenly one. of the "comrades' commenced to and the com matter, J< "I ain't going to play If those kens keep tagging oa behind as,' sobbed Johnny?" "Never mind," said the "we'll, play the hens are the HWtef See?" Mining in the Oeep Blue Se*. ̂" T;" The seacek ter tke Spanish being procosied with Tobermory bay, Scot vors have been finds. Part of tke ea ship has alt«ii£|f: Among other up were two and a half inches In shot of about two IXludiflNr tB' and a blunderbuss wttil iB The divers have anaatitiea of is..:. •r i *• -'I