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THE STAR, WABIGOON, ONTARIO 0000000000000 000000000000000008000000005000 ® D4 © 9 $ ® » (Continued.) Glendenning looks neither to +he right nor left, but with his keen eyes on the flying horse before him, urges Judge Morrow onward, and the gal- lant little colt responds to that thrilling voice. Ile has reached Pes- sara's flank, and inch by inch he is surely gaining on him. The mad shouts about him are deafening, but he sees only the white face 'of Olive Kneeland like a loadstar before him. Pessara begins to show signs of impatience and distress; the foam covers his chest, and his eyes flash. It is all his rider can do to urge him onward with knee, spur, and lash. There is only one more rod to cover. Pessara and Judge Morrow are side by side, neck to neck, both increas- ing their speed with every whirling stride. Suddenly Pessara falters ever so slightly. Men and women hold their breath. Then, quick as a flash, as if shot from a bow, gallant little Judge Morrow passes him by a lap. It is done so swiltly, so suddenly, and so masterfully that a great cry of delight breaks from the vast mul- spectators. One 'instant more, and the cry has deepened into a mighty, deafening vell. Little Judge Morrow, with a passionate strain of titnde of bal's, like a bird passes under the wire and past the grand stand, and a moment later the victor stands pant- "ing and trembling at the spot where they have led Olive Kneeland. "The girl forgets the great throng; the man who has gallantly ridden him on to victory and to fortune for- gets everything but the panting, beautiful horse whom the eager thou- sands are crowding and pushing one another wildly to catch a glimpse of. And in the excitement Roger Glend- enning slips away quite unnoticed in the crowd. The next morning's paper full account of thes ' great gether with the encouraging report that little Judge Morrow had sold for a great sum, and f gave a "ix the article that it was eo be Yared he would put in an appearance at once and receive the congratulations, and, better still, the money [that awaited him, stated that Miss Kneeland would take the Albany boat that evening to join the judge. Glendenning could never account for the impulse which prompted him to take the same boat, though it cost him the last dollar he had in the world. As soon as he stepped on deck he saw "her, standing at the further end of the boat, with her lit- tle hands resting lightly on the rail, gazing dreamily into the water. How sweet and fair she looked, and how thoughtful! He looked about for his brother Oscar. He was not there. A feeling of fierce, angry impatience stirred Roger's heart that he should: neglect her so. Why was he not with her? If there was anything in the world he detested, it was to see a man neglect the lady to whom he was betrothed for anything the wide world held. The man who did it was, in his opinion, unworthy the name of man--a, despicable' creature too mean to waste a thought on. He wonder- ed why Olive, who was naturally so high-spirited, did not resent it. She appeared to be quite alone. For long hours he sat and watched her. Ah! how sweet it was to be so near her, breathe the same air with her--so near that he could almost reach her dress with his outstretch- ed hands. getful of all time, deeply engrossed in her own reverie. The sun went down, and slowly and softly the dusk gathered, settling down into the 'black shadows of night. The moon rose, and one hy one the golden stars came out and fixed themselves. .in the deep blue sky overhead, mirroring their bpriliiant twinkling in the dancing, whi.e- capped waves below arrowy gleams. Still Olive Kneeland stood' there, little dreaming that he of whom she was thinking, was so near her. : CHAPTER XV. At eleven o'clock the boat 'was due at Albany. It wanted twenty miny- tes to that time now, still Olive Kneeland stood in the 'same place, watching the swinging lights dimp- ling in the curling waves. . At length Glendenning "grew very anxious over her, and 'sent one the boat hands to remind her she had had no refreshment, and that she must he tired standing. "You are very kind to think: of me,' she returned, simply, "but 1 'am neither hungry nor tired, thank ; Olives Courtship BY LAURA JEAN LIBBEY Author of "A Cruel Revenge," " A Forbidden Mar- riage," "A Beautiful Coquette," " The Heiress of Cameron Hall." DO0000990000900009900009000000000000000600000 mighty muscle, and the tense glare of straining eye- [ race, to-. 'The same paper also' She stood quite still, for-, in a thousand of | 900460200 09000000000¢ © you. [I preler to stand." And the man touched his cap and left her. : ulendenning still lingered near her. The wind had freshened, and the stars were hidden by omingus dark clouds that presaged a storra, but she did not seeni to mind, though it was now so chill that all the passengers had sought the shelter of the com- fortable cabin save a stray man here and there pacing rapidly up and down to keep warm. Glendenning feared for her, stand- ing motionless there in the cold. She had leaned far over the rail now, gazing intently down into the white- capped waves that dashed their foamy crest almost up to the deck in their sportive play. Suddenly, as he watched her, the boat gave an un- expected lurch forward; then those on deck heard a shrill, sharp cry of terror, and almost before they could realize what was happening, they saw the girl lose her balance and fall headlong down into the water, and ere they could reach the spot the mad waves had closed over her. But simultaneously with that pit- eous cry there rose another, full of sharp horror, and they saw the man who had been standing near her throw 'off his coat and hat and plunge in after the girl. In an instant the wildest commo- tion reigned; the bells were rung, passengers crowded to the decks, and the most intense excitement prevail- ed. The steamer had dashed on fully a furlong ere it could 'he stopped. Boats were quickly lowered, but every face was blanched. No one had seen either the girl or the young man who had sprung so nobly to her re- scue 'appear after the waves had swallowed them. Three, four minutes passed, the length of eternity to the men who sat in the skiff, which was shooting about with the rapidity of lightning wherever a dark object could be dis- d on the waves. they beheld a white hand b tne hete gone. down third . time." they all saw he white hand thrust from the waves again, and knew that the brave rescuer, with his heavy burden, was making superhuman ef- forts to keep above water, and that his strength would fot last him many scconds longer. They shouted to him lustily, and he heard them, and.caught the rope they flung out to him, and in less time than it takes to tell it he was drawn into the skiff, still grasping his dripping, almost lifeless burden, and was soon drawn on board the steamer. Gentle hands relieved his stiffened arms of their burden, and while re- storatives were applied to the young fady and the work of resuscitation was pushed rapidly forward, others turned their attention to the young hero, who, as soon as he realized that they were safe on deck and. the danger over, fell back in a deep swoon. As 'they bent over him, forcing brandy between his white lips, the attendants in charge made a start- ling 'discovery--the. man had been in disguise! The action of the water had almost removed the black dye from his face, his hair, and his blonde moustache, and they found that he was very fair, instead of the dark young man he had appeared. They went quietly to the captain, telling: what a strange discovery they had made, and he decided that the proper course to pursue would be to keep the young man under strict sur- veillance until he could ascertain who and what he was. By this time the boat had reached Albany, . and everybody hastened ashore, all save Miss Kneeland. - Judge Kneeland, though very weak from his recent illness, had come down in a carriage to the boat to meet his daughter. Great was his consternation when she did not make her appearance with the rest, for he had caught a glimpse of her walking hurriedly along the deck, Immediately upon gaining con- sciousness, Olive learned how narrow- ly she had escaped drowning, and that her rescuer lay in the next cabin in a rather precarious condition, but 'of her narrow escape by that timr he had no doubt come out of his deep, trance-like swoon. | "Let me go to him, please, and | thank him for saving my life," she | pleaded. "I must 'do this." The captain gave the young lady | his arm, and they Proceeded at once to the opposite cabin. At the door he was hurriedly call- ed away, and Olive entered alone. The cabin was dimly lighited, but she saw him seated in one of the ; iarge arm-cnalirs Wt the turther end of the room, his head bent on his hand. She crossed over to his side quick- ly. : The dry clothes she had borrowed from the stewardess did not trail: thus there was no frou-frou of skirts on the moquette carpet, and he was not aware of her presence until she spoke. "You must allow me you for saving my life, sir,"' she said, holding out her slim = white hand. "Words but poorly express my deep and everlasting gratitude. I--" 7 The rest of the sentence was never uttered, for at the sound of her eag- to thank er voice his hands dropped from his ; face. He had risen to his feet and stood tremblingly before her, and the light of the swinging lamp falling full upon him, revealed to her Rog- er Glendenning in the flesh. I'or® an instant she stood before him paralyzed. Was it some 'mad dream? Were here eyes and sense seeing playing her false? Was it of he | whom they said lay charred and un- | recognizable beneath the ruins of the great fire? And then she remembered $ that there were others who were equally as sure that he had escaped. He was standing before her--no myth surely--looking at her 'with that slow. -sad, wistful smile she remem- bered so well, and his whole heart shining in his earnest blue eyes. "Is this Mr. Roger Glendenning?" she gasped, brokenly, retr eating a step and still gazing at him With those dilated eyes of hers. 'Can it be?' her hand dropping heavily to her side. He bowed humbly, and his drooped low on his breast. "I am jndeed that most untortu- nate of persons," he answered, husk- ily; and the wonder crossed his mind head vaguely, how could she have pene- trated his disguise so quickly? He had quite forgotten that the water must have removed most of the dye. She looked at him in pitiful em- barrassiient, He was her dear fath- er's enemy. Ile had forged her fath- er"s name, They were natural foes, Still, he had risked his life to save hers. She owed him a debt of grati- tude that could never be repaid. He saw her hesitate, and he well knew the reason why. He could read the emotion in her breast from the troubled expression of her eyes. He held out his hand entreatingly. "I--I--would have given a dozen lives if IT had had them to have sav- ed yours," he murmured. 'But now that you know it is I, do you re- fuse to clasp my Land for one little moment, Olive--Miss Xneeland?" She stood before him with droop- ing head and face deathly white, her whole frame trembling "It is not an h sobbed. 'It has b [1 Q \ again, and cover- ing his face with his. hands. hands entered, approached Glenden- ning, and remarked as he extended a bit of printed paper he held in his hand, and which apparently had been torn from some book or paper. "You wanted this taken from the breast-pocket of your wet coat, dried, and handed you, sir. Here it ig." "Thank you!" murmured Glenden- ning, turning a shade paler as he saw Olive's eye rest on.it, {fearing she might recognize it, as he had torn it from a paper she had once ! : truly Christian gentieman. At that moment one of the dn good deal nowadays about nursing a8 cemrc enwelrea me carriage with un- steady steps, receiving his greeting constrainedly. "Olive." he asked, suddenly. as she took her seat, "who was that young man I saw you talking to at the cabin window, and who came and looked after you? Who is he?" } Heaven pity her! How should she answer him? She could not tell a talschood, (To be continued.) Faithfal to Toole and Irving His Friend, ; were friends from the days when they were both strug- pling Leginners. On one occasion In- ving was to be presented to Queen Victoria and was delizhted at the hon- or. An officious court functionary took it upon himself to tell the player 'not to mentica this matter outside" lest | other actors; such as Mr. l'oole, might | think that they should be presented too. "Let me tell you, sir," said Irving, "that Mr. Toole is not only a deserv- edly renowned comedian; he is also a Toole often aved me from adversity, perhaps star- vation, when I was unknown. If John L. Toole is not worthy to be presented to her most gracious majesty, neither is Jlenry Irving. I wish you good day, sir!"--London Standard. The Hyacinth, The hyacinth has its name from Greek mythology. . According to the | story as told by Ovid, Hyacinthuy, a beautiful boy, was the son of a Spar- tan king and the favorite of Apollo. Zephyrus, being envious of the attach- ment of Apollo and Hyacinthus, so turned the direction of a quoit which Apollo had pitched while at play that it struck the head of Hyacinthus and slew him. The fable concludes by making Apollo transform the body of his favorite inte the flower that bears Ira nawa Miss Nightingale's Message. Though Miss Florence Nightingals {8 pow an old lady of eighty-three, and is spending the evening of her | lays in retirement, her personal 1in- terest in nurses and nursing is as keen as ever. It was nearly hali a century since she devoted the na- tional Crimea testimonial of £50.- 000 to the foundation of the Night- ingale Home for training nurses. The other day the Mayor of Derby gave a garden party st Lea Hurst (Miss Nightingales former home) to the aurses of Derby and district, and Miss Nightingale sent them a 'chepry message. "We hear," she wrote, "a e Post that is in he to act up Ee her profession, and to rise continual: ly to a higher level of thought and practice, character amd dutifulness. 2" --Christia= We rld » | i b A Popular Type of Hog. Duroc-Jerseys are probably found in all the states and some parts of Cana- da. They are kept in large numbers throughout the corn belt, and their i strong constitutions enable them to ' stand heavy corn feeding well. In the loaned him and which she was after- ' 80 large as in former years, but there ward looking for but never ° found, he being too bashful to admit that he had it, and carried it about with him in his breast-pocket, often read- ing it over and over again when alone by himself, {for every word seemed to express his own unuttered longing. ° Yes, Olive did recognize it,at once. It was one of Frank L. Stanton's beautiful bits of tender sentiment, entitled: '""Wearyin' For You." A dull, chill pain seemed to seize Olive. She had brought herself to believe that he was utterly cruel and heartless--dead to all tender and gentle emotion. This was proof that he still had a vein of romance about him. And the dull pain at her heart grew more bitter as she wondered vaguely who Roger Glendenning lov- ed. She could not bear the thought of it.) Women are strange creatures of im- pulse, wholly unreasoning at times. That one thought, he loved some one, had the power to turn her com- pletely against him. i Turning slowly from his = out- stretched hand, with a haughty mien that he had never noticed before, she swept out of the cabin and down to the dock, and hurried toward the carriage in which she saw her father awaiting her. It was an era in Olive Kneeland's life which she never afterward for- got. A thousand conflicting emo- tions filled her mind and teemed in her brain. Should she tell her father from death, and who saved her? or should she simply mention that she had come face to face with Roger Glendenning? The thought came to her how bit- ter he was against him, and she realized that in less time than it takes to tell it he would have him again under arrest for that forgery, and that would mean a prison cell : for ithe man she was now beginning to realize that she loved better than all the world beside, save her old father, who was Roger Glendenning's 'relentless enemy. Should she let him go free cheat her father by her silence, should she give him up? ' __ and or south they adapt themselves easily to 'climatic conditions and are probably one of the best breeds for that section. They are red or sandy, with slightly dished face and lop ears. They are not is not great difference befween them DUROC-JERSEY SOW. and Berkshires or Poland-Chinas, There is considerable variation in the types found in different localities, but in general the Duroc-Jersey is a very. good hog, matures early, makes econo- mical use of food eaten, is active and "hardy and adapted to conditions, from pasturing to heavy corn feeding. Duroc. Jerseys cross, well with a number of breeds, notably the Poland-China, and do well to grade up native stock. Some claim the meat is rather poor, but slaughter tests hardly bear this out. In breeding qualities Duroc-Jerseys stand high, This is one of their strongest points. The sows are good mothers, rear large litters, and the young pigs are quite active and hardy, says John. R. Gentry of Indiana in Ohio Farmer, Naming His Quiverful. A farmer in an English town has eight daughters, who are named to rep- resent his feelings at the time of their birth. The eldest is called "Joy," and the second bears the name of "Sum- mer," as she was born in July. The third arrived at a time of financial dif- ficulties and would have been called "Sorrow," but her mother refused to have the name. So Sarah was substi- tuted. Things were brighter when | number four came, and "Hope" was her portion, while five and six--twins--were respectively "Spring" and "April," this enth was styled "Harvest" and the last being their birth month. The sev- "a youngest "Comfort." -M. CONVICT LABCR. Novel Plan For Its Utilization--Labry dor as a Penal Colony--Fill Up the Straits. The question of what to do with cor "viet labor is now engaging public af tention, says a writer in The Montre: Standard. Labor organizations are pi< testing against the labor of the var ous penitentiaries being employed trades which come into contact wit free and honest labor. The product of prison work are being sold in th public marts in competition with thos of free labor, and to its great detri ment. From a psychological and physics standpoint convicts must be given som form of work while serving their sen tences, and it is perhaps Immateriz what this work may be, its product will find the way Into the markets o the world. Not only are protest coming from labor organizations, bu . the manufacturers are equally pro nounced in their opinion that priso labor should be taken out of the rang of competition with free labor. Convicts must be kept at work otherwise penitentiaries will becom mere asylums for the idler and th tramp, and a Laven of rest to the crim inal. On the other hand, industrial in terests demand a modification of th present system of prison employmen: They go further and say that th manufactured articles coming from th , penitentiaries should be so designated What, then, is to be our dispositio of prison labor? The municipal authorities through . out the country have of recent year ' provided prisoners with work on th public highways. and the moral effec has been surprisingly good. It woul be impossible, perhaps, to make suc] provisions for the convicts of ou penitentiaries, although there {is nl reason why a convict should not b kept In or transferred to, the local jai and made to serve his time there 2 an employe of the municipality Breaking stones or making roads seem to be the best thing that can be pro vided those evil-doers. A Great Task Awaiting Labor. For several years past the practi cability of elosing the Strait of Bell Isle has been much discussed by trans atlantic shipping interests. The mos skilful engineers {n the country are o opinion that the project is a feasibl one. The Belle Isle route is danger ous to navigation, and in the spring o the year, makes a passage-way for im. mense flelds of ice that drift dow: with the tide from the northern seas as a result of which the Gulf is blockec for weeks and hu ebergs find thei: way into the of Sable Water wWhich/1 {de at the narrowe ; By contract labor, the work would as already stated, cost an enormous ! amount of money; by convict labor { it would be comparatively small. The suggestion, then, is to make Labrador a penal colony for Canada, and utilize prison labor in filling the Strait of Belle Isle. The colony might de di- vided into two camps, one on the Que- bec and the other on the Newfound- land side. The filling could thus be going on from both sides. Moral Effect \Would Be Good. With an endless haulage system, if necessary, running into the quarries and with the large force of convicts sent there from time to time .to do penance for their crimes, this gigantic piece of work would be accomplished In the course of not very many years, and at perhaps less cost than it would take to maintain the same force in the various penitentiaries. Honest labor would be given an untrammelled con- trol of our markets. : There can be little doubt that the institutions of this Canadian Siberia would 'have a salutary effec. upon the morals of the criminally minded throughout Canada. Four years, or whatever tha period might be, of hard . labor in Labrador would carry great- er conviction than a similar sentence to Dorchester, St. Vincent de Paul or Kingston, 'The undertaking of this pledge of i work with convict work would mean the centralization of that form of labor for the entire country, and would free Canada of the enormous expense of maintaining a large force of guards and officials at the different penitentiaries. Crime would unquestionably be less- ened, the perils of the Cabot Straits diminished and the navigation. of the 'Gulf of St. Lawrence greatly extended {n point of time. © The Fish and the Ring. Fishing is perennial in {ts interesf and in producing curious yarns, th following being from The Mitchell R¢ corder: "While fishing in the riv opposite Red Bluff, Willis Broy caught a pike weighing over ff pounds. The young fisherman bes anxious to make a meal of his Lo proceeded to dress it. While remot the entralls he noticed something | e in the fish's stomach, and on op/l& it found a fine gold wedding rin It is a plain band and on the insig/ur- face are plainly engraved, "A.} 'o B." The supposition Is ty the ring was lost by some persorthile bathing in the river, A ring ] to the one in the fish. was lo the river down the stream a Joie) ver @ Wily. year ago." "Oh, " ghe said, "your % is enough to make an angel w¢ 2 "I don't see you shedding ear," he retorted, and his ready wiaved the das. / / Ceoga ¢ -- -