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ELâ€".. THE} GI RL IN THE DAIRY- now Love Trluninheil. “Clamnce, I hope you will not think I am interfering, but, I think, you ought to know.” ’ Hugh Clarence looked up. It was seldom that John Keith made such a. lengthy pre- face toa speech. He was not a man who was given to thinking before he spoke. “What is it?” he said, curtly. “Well, that beautiful fiancee of yours has been seen all round the country with that fellow staying at the Hall.” ’ A deep red blush rose in Hugh Clarence s face, and he set his strong heel on a piece of iron and crushed it into the hard ground. “Have you seen her?” “I es, two or three times.” He looked fierce in his rage, with his dark powerful face, with the red color in it and the glowing eyes. But he was not a man to discuss his sweetheart with any one, even although that other be his greatest friend. ” “ Miss Ayre will most probably tell me, he said, gathering himself together. He spoke with hauteur and decision, but John Keith was not offended. He knew his friend too well not to know that beneath the care- less manner the truth was stinging. As he spoke Hugh swung himself over the iron gate into the field, and strode away With- out another: word. John Keith stood and watched him, and felt sorry for him. Hugh Clarence was thirty, and he was gouig mad over a. child of twenty-oneâ€"a petted, spoilt child, who knew nothing of the dark, pas- sionate man she had promised to marry. It was generally felt that Hugh Clarence was marrying beneath him. The Ayres were farmers also, but not on the scale on which the Clarenees farmed ; and. when Hugh s father died it was expected that. his sm would marry smile woman of peeition, to whom his great house and wealth would be fitted. But instead, he simply . his fields and asked Jess Ayre. Miss Ayre could by no means be called beautiful,_but her sweet face was dangerously charming, and her manners, when she chose, ex- quisite. She was very wilful and spOilt, but she was an only child, and respect to her wishes formed a letter of her father and mother’s religion. The farm was not large, and Jess helped about the house, and Hugh knew that he would find her in the dairy at that time. It was cool and sweet as he looked in ; yellow roses outside the Wired lg lg But she had no intention of obeying him; she would only exercise a little more care and cunning : the company of the young of- ficer at the Hall was too sweet, his words too honeyed to be given up. So she had her stolen meetings with him in the soft twi- light of the summer nights, and as she worked in the dairy her thoughts were all of himâ€"dict of the sterling, honest master of the Croft. She had brilliant dreams in those days of a position far above that of the wife of Hugh Clarence, where her sweet face and her wit would win her ad- miration. She was beginning to believe that those soft words poured into her ears in those stolen meetings were real, that they came from the heart of the speaker. She never dreamt that they had been said as earnestly and as softly to dozens of wom- en before lier, would be said as earnestly and as sweetly to dozens after her. But to do the young man justice, he had no idea that his words were taken otherwise than he meant ; he never imagined that the daring, saucy girl, with her sharp wit could be so simple. He had looked upon the whole affair as idle pastime for both him and her. He had no scruples on the propriety of the matter; if he had a heartit was merely that perfunctory. organ which controlled the Circulation of the blood, but which did not heat or thrill it with any emotion. He was a limpid mJth of a crea- ture compared with Hugh Clarence with his fierce passions, his hot tumultuous love, and great heart overflowing and bursting with feeling. Yet Jess preferred this lau- uid, soulless being with his effeminate race and flowery compliments. Persistent rumors of those meetings reached Hugh Clarence, and he. trembled for himself. He was inclined to be angry, but felt he had more reason »to pity. He understood Jess. He saw that beneath the trivial dross the gold lay deep. It needed refining and purifying, but it was there to refine and purify. He knew that it was Went 110F083; simply a glamour that the stranger had flung over his sweetheart; that his shallow nature could never meet and satisfy hers. She had a great thirsting soul, but the weeds had overgrown and covered it for a time. When they were rooted up the soil beneath would be more luxuriant than ever. Yet her conduct cut him to the quick. His love for the wayward child was a sort of madness â€"a consuming fire within him, which, if it burst beyond the bonds which held it, would be dangerous and terrible. So he turned as deaf an car as he could to windows were Scenting the Place, andithe tales he heard, and neither attempted \Vith the sweet, clean perfume of to coerce hep nor Spy upon her. Yet, new milk. Jess herself was bending over accidents flung proof in his way. As he a VVldO diflh, and as the Shadow in front came through the VVoods one night of her she looked up and blushed faintly. It boded no good to see him there at that time in the morning, and besides his brow was like a thunder cloud. “ Dear me, Hugh, you are early here ! Is there anything wrong ‘2” . “ Yes, if what I heard be true there is much wrong.” - 1 Her fingers tightened on the edgeof the tin dish, but she met his eyes steadily and laughed. “ What have you heard?” “ That you have been frequently seen with that fellow staying at the Hall. Is it true ‘3“ She flung back her head defiantly. “ It is so kind of you to go round collect- ing tales about me. It’s rather a pity you have not more work and manliness.” He hit his lip sharply, but his eyes grew sterner. _ “ That is not to the point, Jess. true, or is it not ‘3” . He stepped nearer her, and she quailed and shrank before his glance. He gripped her arm with a crushing force, and his dark face almost met hers. v “ Is it true ‘2” But she was brave, and made one more defiant effort. “ Find that out too.” “ Jess,” and the grip grew horribly pain- ful, “ I’ll force the answer out of you. Do not madden me. I will not be responsible if you do.” “ Yes. I have spoken to him once or twice.” He let her arm fall, and she reeled back against the shelf. “Then your womaiiliness is on a level with my manliness. But understand that if I know of you domg so again, I’ll thrash the life out of the puppy. I am not.to be trifled with. I love you; I would die for you, Jess. It is torture to think that an- other man gets your smiles.” Then the man’s love swept away his rage and over- flowcd his heart as the sea overflows the land when the dykes give way. “ Oh, my darling, I don’t want to be hard on you. only want you to love me a little. I have frightened you, darling, but I was almost mad with the thought that I might lose you. Oh, Jess, life would not be worth living then.” But Jess stared stormily through the wired window, but would not turn her head. She was thinking that she had made a mistake in promising to marry this man. His wealth and position had fascinated her, and she had felt a certain pride that he should have chosen her. She had never loved him, but she had loved those broad lands that lay all round their little farm. She stole a glance at him. He was tall and splendidly made, but her ideas of manly beauty did not permit her to call the bare, powerful fare, handsome. It was true that his smile lit it up, and that he looked ten- der sometimes, but then he as often scowl- ed, and his eyes when he was angry were like blazing coals. No, Jess preferred the curled, perfumed dandy at the Hall. Hugh’s manners were perfect; she had no fault to find with him, but when neat speeches and pretty compliments escort good manners, Jess was inclined to think them improved. But she had no wish to quarrel with himjust yet ; the Croft House and lands were not to be lost over a flir- tation. “I did not think you objected to me speaking to another man,” she said at length. “I do not object to you speaking to an- other man. My love is not tyranny, but I object that you should be frequently seen with that creature. When I come at nights you seldom have a moment to spare, not even to come to the gate with me. Oh, Jess), if you would only be a little kinder to me. Something like pity stirred her, and act- ing on the impulse she put her arm through his, and laying her head against his shoulder looked up at him. He smiled the transfiguring smile that made her think she could nimost love him, and stooped and kissed her. Jess knew that her empire was s is for a time at least. Is it I l l with his dog, thinking of Jess and wonder- ing where she was, a long, low laugh rang outâ€"Jess’s laugh when she was happy and amused. He set his teeth, and his eyes grew hot, as with steady hand he pushed the tw1gs aside. “ Jess l” . She sprang to her feet with a suppressed cryand faced him,white and trembling. Her defiant bravery was gone; she stood as a coward before him. Her companion rose too, slightly surprised and indignant. “ What does this mean?” Clarence de- manded, in a tight voice. “ Speak, Jess.” But Jess was powerless. She could only stand and look up at him with dumb, frightened eyes. Then he looked to the other. “ Sir, do you know that this lady is my promised wife ’1” “I was not awareâ€"I did not know.” Clarence wheeled round again ; but some- thing in the shrinking girl checked the words on his lips. “Jess,” he said, sternly, “ go home i” She looked from the dark passionate face to the other. There was a slightly amused smile on the lips of the younger man, and that smile made Jess tingle with shame. She flung back her head defiantly, and turned away. She walked slowly until she was out of the wood ;tiicn she flew over the Croft fields to their own land, and darted into the house. She was marl with passion and shame. She beat her hands together and sobbed; but nothing brought her relief. Nothing but time can heal the wound that is made when pride receives a blow. Hugh Clarence let a. week go past before he went to see her. He thought that by that time her anger would have cooled, and she would see things in a calmer light. But he was startled by the change in herâ€"a change which he felt rather than saw. He had studied her so long and knew her so well that he could -almost tell her every thought. An outsider would have said that she was paler ; but he who knew her saw that the sweet lips had a new determina- tion about them, and the deep eyes had grown hard. Jess had changed more in- wardly than outwardly. “ Have you been ill, Jess?” he asked, gen- tly, while his great~ heart gave a bound. “ No, Mr. Clarence, I have not been ill. Do you wish to see father?” He stared at her fora moment, and the smile died away from his lips. Her cold, haughty tone chilled him. “No, I on me to see you,Jess, and to. ask you to forgive me,” he answered humbly. She drew herself up and folded her hands in front of her. . “ I think you had better understand the position, Mr. Clarence. I will never for- give you ;you have insulted me past en- durance, so, therefore, I have freed my- self. YON ring is upstairs. I have not worn it since the last time I saw you.” He was stunned ; for a moment he could not speak, then he took one stride towards her and caught up her hands fiercely. “ You cannot mean this, Jess. Do you know what you are doing ? You are taking every bit of sunshine out of my life. I was mad that night, mad with jealousy. I hated to see you with that worthless our, and I could not control myself. You must un- derstand, Jess. You must km W what it was to me.” . She tried to free her hands. “ There is no necessity for these heroics. It is rather a pity you cannot keep yourself better under control, but it is too late now. Please, let me go.” . l‘le let her hands fall and stepped back. It needed no words to tell him she was in earnest. He had never read her wrong. “ Is this the end, Jess ‘2" ‘.‘ Yes.” “ Am I to go away â€"awa.y forever 2" “ Yes.” He looked at her for a moment, then vaulted out at the open parlor window and crossed the grass. And Jess stood still and watched him, with an odd, empty feeling in her heart that she could not understand. He never attempted to cross her path after that; indeed she felt sure he avoided her. l r She saw him on Sundays in the wide Croft pew, but he never moved his head to glance at her, and after the service he went out by another door. He sometimes came to the farm on his horse to see her father, and she would watch him from the top win- dow and listen for the sound of his deep, musical vorce. Then the rumor went round that he had bought a farm, larger and richer than the Croft, and that lie was going to live in the new place and put a factor in the Croft. It was true , one Sun- day hc was not in the pew as usual and she heard the people talking of him as she came out. .After that Sunday her mouth drooped at the corners, and u. look that none about her could understand came into her eyes. He who would have known what it meant it as gene. The November night was dark almost to blackness. There was a full moon, but it only showed itself at times, through the clouds that the moaning wind drove across its face. The willows platted their leaves together as they swayed to and fro by the river side; the river itself rushed with a dead heavy sound, and the wind moaned above it all. The woman standing by the little bridge raised her head, and looked up through the bare branches. She liked the moaning Wind ; it suited her, and answered to the cry of her heart ; it was its audible refrain. Many be ttlcs had been fought in her heart ; cruel, voiceless battles of longing, battles against her nature, battles against the apathy that threatened at times to petrify her existence. She went- ed to live, to feel on fire, to feel the blood flow in her veins, and that indiff'erenee about herself, that indifference about others, had to be fought down. Five years had not changed nor aged Jess Ayre much, She was very pale, but it was a healthy pallor, the mouth was as sweet as ever, only the eyes showed signs of the storm. She was troubled to-night,and she had come out to the bridge to go over it all. Yesterday they had buried her father, and to-day they had been dismantling the farmhouse ;her mother would be unable to keep it on. But there was agreater trouble,one that hurtJess in another way. They were in debtâ€"deep in debt to Hugh Clarence, and the money had been due for years. Her father had borrowed it when the master of the Croft had won his daughter, and only to-niglit her mother had told her that Clarence had refused to hear of it being paid, if it were to cripple them. Through all those five years she had only seen him once; he had been going in at the gate of the little station as she came out, and he had drawn back courteously and raised his hatâ€"a thing he would have done to a stranger. Five years was a long time to wait and watch and hope. She leaned her head on the rail of the bridge and drew along breath. Jess had left all her tears behian her in her girl~ hood. The clouds cleared a little, and the light from the moon shot out; the sound of the house door shutting sharply came to her. All thought of the debt was gone;,,p.ll memory of his fancied injustice to her {than swept away; only her heart cried out for him, and asked him to return,to forget her pctted pride and rage. A firm step was coming toward her, and she raised herself and looked round, and saw the pale light fall across his face. He was almost at her side, and he held his arms out for her. “Jess, my darling." ROBBED IN NEW YORK- fler Way to Manllobn. ilow illlifolnfi (micinis Treated a Lady on A despatch from Toronto says :â€"Miss Annie l3. Monckton, of London, Eng., pass- ed through here the other day on her way to Manitoba. Miss Monckton is a wealthy lady who has property at \Vinnipeg, and after a stay at the Prairie City Wlll go from there to the Rockies, and return to Eng- land by way of the Pacific. Miss Monckton tells a shocking story of how she was blackmailed to the extent of $100 by New York customs officers. Her luggage consisted of a couple of trunks and satchels containing clothing suitable to the climate of the Northwest. Wearing apparel is not dutiable according to United States law, and Miss Monckton was informed ,of this fact. \Vhen she disembatked from the Lucania she was approached on the dock by Inspector Thomas Donohue, who examined her trunk and asked her destination. Although Miss Monckton held that her clothes were not dutiable, Inspector Donohue insisted that she must pay duty, and brought I ’another man who he pretended was an appraiser. The two men then de- cided that she must pay duty and asked if she had the money to do so. Miss Monckton stated that she had ex- changed ;f3'21 into American money at Lon- don, and had that amount with her. The two blackmailers told her she must pay over this money at once, and advised her not to stay in New York over night, but to start at once on her journey, as she was getting ofl’lightly, and it would cost her more if she stayed in the city. Miss Monckton did stay in New York one night, however, at the Grand Union hotel, and spoke to an English traveller about it. He told her that she had been robbed, and reported the matter to the authorities. On investigation it was found that Inspector Donahue had reported opposite Miss Monckton’s name, as it duly appeared on the Lucania cabin list. “Nothing dutiable.” It is I not known what action will be taken by the New York authorities, and Miss Monckton must make a sworn deposition on the matter when she reaches lVinnipeg. The affair has caused great excitement at the» American metrop- olis. A missionary stationed at one of the South sea islands determined to give his residence a coat of whitewash. To obtain this in the absence of lime coral was re- duced to powder by burning. Tho natives watched the process of burning with inter- est, beileving that the coral was cooked for them to eat. Next morning they beheld the missionary’s cottage glittering in the rising sun white as snow. They danced, they sung, they screamed with joy. The whole island was confusion. Whitewash became the rage. Happy was the coquette who could enhance her charms by a dnub of the white brush. Contentions arose. One party urged there superior rank ; another obtained possession of the brush and val- iantly held it against all comers ; a third tried to upset the tub to obtain some of the cosmetic. To quiet the hubbub more white- A Boom in Whitewash wash was made, and in a week not a but, a domestic utensil, a. war club, nor a garment? but was as white as snow ; not an inhabit- ant but had his skin painted with grotesque figures ; not a pig that was not whitened; and mothers might be seen it every direc- tion capering joyously and yelling with delight in the contemplation of the superior beauty of their whitewashed babiesâ€"Mis- sionery Chronicle. -â€"-â€"-â€"â€"_â€"°____. LIFE ON THE PLANET VENUS. .â€"_._ Speculations in the Light OISclcncc as to “’lmt Sort ofa ’l‘imc they llavc. It will be remembered that about two years ago the famous Italian astronomer, Schiaparelli. announced that he had discov- ered that Venus, which is a world very slightly smaller than ours, makes only one turn on its axis in going once around the sun. It would fol'ow from this that on Venus there is no succession of (lays and nights as upon the earth,but that perpetual day reigns on one side of the planet and perpetual night on the other. In other words, if Schiaparelli is right,Venus always presents the same face to the sun, just as the moon forever turns the same hemisphere toward the earth. The inhabitants of- the suuward side of Venus, thenâ€"if there be anyâ€"never see the sun set, while the inhabitants of the other side never see the sun at all, unless they visit the opposite hemisphere of their globe. . Of course, no one knows whether there are inhabitants upon Venus or not, but we do , know that Venus has an atmosphere, and that in its atmosphere watery vapor exists and that clouds float, and that upon the surface of the planet the force of gravi- tation is not very different from that which it manifests on the surface of the earth. Accordingly, there are some reasons to be urged in behalf of the opinion that V onus may be an inhabited world. _ But if one half of Venus be buried in endless night while the other half lies glaring beneath a never-setting sun, it is evident that the inhabitants _of that planet must have experiences that would be most strange and trying to us. So the question whether Venus really does rotate on its axis once in 225 days, the period of its revolu- tion around the sun, derives an added in- terest from the consideration that the planet possibly has inhabitants. The older observations indicated that Venus rotated in between twenty-three and twenty-four hours, giving it days and nights about equal to those of the earth. In order to settle the question it has re- cently been proposed to apply the spec- troscope. It is known that in the spectrum of a celestial body which is rapidly ap- proaching the earth the spectroscopic lines are shifted toward the blue, while in the spectrum of a fast retreating body the lines are shifted toward the red. The principle has been used in measuring the rate of the sun’s rotation. The lines are shifted toward the blue on the eastern and toward the red on the western edge of the sun, and by measuring the amount of shifting the rate of rotation is found. 1t is easy to see that the same method may be applied to find out how fast Venus rc- volves on its axis. Every one who watches the glorious evening star growing brighter and brighter in the sunset sky during the coming months will certainly be eager to hear the latest news from the astronomers who are trying to find out whether Venus has successive days and nights like the earth or has only a (lay side and a night side. Superstitions Railroaders. A writer in the London Tit-Bits says : 0f the superstitions of sailors, fislierfolk and others we have all heard, but that such a distinguishing characteristic should have attached itself to railway men does not ap- pear to be generally known. It savers somewhat of the anomalous that such a pre-eminently practical class of men should be the victims of credulity regarding the supernatural ; such, however, is the case. I recently had occasion to interview a prominent railway official, and in the course of the conversation that ensued that gentleman incidentally alluded to two collisions which had lately occurred in the neighborhood, following up his remarks with the announcement that the local men would be in a state of subdued excitement and flurry till a third mishap look place. Such is the superstition of the railway man. Upon expressing considerable astonishment I was assured that this kind of thing was notorious among railway men in general, and in this particular instanco it was known that the circumstances of the two previous accidents were the chief topics among thezworkmen in all departments,who were also counting on the possibilities of a third disaster. ‘ ' , Curiously enough, a touch of realism was lent to the information just imparted by the explanation that the second ‘of the two col- lisions referred to was due to the driver of one of the engines, a reliable servant, noted for his alertness and precision, with an honorable record of some forty years’ ser- vice, who being, it was believed, so dis- turbed over the “ omens” of the first occur- rence and so engrossedwith what he felt would be two other catastropliies, that he committed the slight error of judgment which caused his locomotive to crash into another coming in an opposite direction. The statement is given as the conviction of one who lias'spent upwards of a quarter of a century among railway men of all classes, and who has known the driver alluded to for along period of years. So came about a second collision. Surely superstition could go no further than this. But here is a tragic sequelâ€"a se quel which, unfortunately, will in all probabil- ity do much to strengthen the reprehensi- ble beliefs of these men. Two days after the interview above mentioned, within fifteen minutes’ drive from the scene of the second collision, an express mail failed to take the points, a portion of the train with the tender of the engine was violently - thrown across the rails and one poor stoker killed. This is what the railway men will term their. “third mishap.” “ ‘There’s the third,” they say ; and now perhaps they will breathe freely for a season. The reporter of the Chief Commissioner of London I'olicc proudly chronicles the high avarage of honesty among the metro- politan cabmeu. In the course of last year the public left nearly 1700 purses in cabs. All these, with innumerable watches, clocks“ and dressing bags, were punctually taken f by the cabmen to Scotland Yard. A REMARKABLB ADVBNT as. An Insane Russian Spends Twenty Years Naked In on Outhouse, and Then Itc- covers. The Russkaia Starina, a. Russian review, publishes the memoirs of M. Valerin Pancicv, who comes of a family well known in the world of arts and letters. In these me- moirs is related the case of a very near relative. The victim was a refined and admitted gentleman, who after the death of his brother, Volodia. seemed" to have become insane. The peculiar thing about this Volodia was that his glance was so sharp that no one could endure it turned upon him. The victim of the adventure used to drive Volodia out of his presence. Im- mediately afterthe death of the latter a profuse growth of hair appeared upon the remaining brother's body, and he became insane. His insanity became more and more pronounced. Finally his parents de- termined to have him seized. He ran into ii outliouse and, fortifying himself, defied all efforts to dislodge him. ‘ In this he remained, entirely naked, for twenty years. The hair covered his body completely. He seemed not to suffer from the cold. Once every week a number of dishes of food were placed before him and these he lapped up. No other fecd passed his lips. He lost his power of speech. He communicated by a sort of growl, which no one could make out but the old nurse who had brought him up. He knocked the panes out of all the windows in his shed. In midwin- ter the temperature was often far below freezing. Some twelve years after he went insane the old nurse died. On that day he opened his eyes and exclaimed: . g a ‘ “Vulodia, when will you release me ‘2” From that moment he conversed with his relatives. They tried to take him to an asylum in Kazan, but he threatened to commit suicide. Once they actually got him out of the building, but he escaped and ' went back. M. l’anaiev saw him there twice and conversed with him on all man- nor of topics, including literature and politics and his old university comrades. His mother and the rest of the family used to take turns in reading books and news- papers to him. left his post, dressed himself and saw to the funeral arrangements. After the burial he went back to his barn. But the charm, or malediction, ewes broken. By and by he resumed his former life and lived until very recently. He became a great patron of the drama and literature, married and was visited several times by his relative, the writer of the memoirs, M. Panaiev. No one has as yet explained the nature of his visitation, but it is, of course, attributed to his brother’s piercing eye. M OANADA’S EL-DORADO. One Hundred ounces of Silver to the Ten of Ore is a Low Average in Kootenay. Mr. Robert Machray, of Montreal, who went recently to investigate the silver dis- trict of West Kootenay, 8.0., has returned to that city. In an interview Mr. Machray said: “ The Kootenay district is divided ' into two sections,East and West Kootenay. With the eastern section I am not person- ‘ ally acquainted; but I have spent several weeks in the western section, especially investigating the Kaslo-Slocan mining camp. Kale is at present the chief town of this district, and notwithstanding the slump in silver it is a lively little burg. Most of the mines lie within twenty or thirty miles of Kaslo. Of these the most important are “ Slocan Star,” “ Mountain Chief,” “ The Washington,” “The Idaho,” “ The Dardanelles,” “ The Payne Group,” “ The Chambers Group,” “ The Noble Five,” “ The Blue Bird.” “ The Rea- cau,” “ The Reid,” “ The Robertson," “ The Eureka” and others. This mining camp is one of the richest in the world and so far is not half prospectcd. Bodies of ore laid bare by the swift descending glaciers are plainly exposed onthe mountain' sides. A low average of silver in this district is 100 ounces to the ton. In most cases in developed properties the results are, very much larger. One shipment from the Dar- danelles mine of twenty tons yielded over 500 ounces to the ton. The general char- acter of the ore body is galena with from 65 to 80 per cent. of silver-carrying lead. The general geological character of the dis- trict is a dark limestone orschist with dykes of propliyry. These mines, so far as devel- oped, have yielded ore so rich that the dc- pressions in silver may become even more" marked, and yet they can be worked with a very reasonable profit. Of course there may be many disappoint- ments. Every prospect is not mine. But enough work has been done to show that the Slocan country is almost the richest in the world.” ___â€"â€"__..._ The Conversation Fiend. “ Goin’ far, mister ?” They were in a third-class compartment of one of the expresses running from London to Liverpool. The question was asked by along-nosed, thin-lippcd man with pointed When his mother died he- chin, scanty whiskers, a slouch hat, and a' , . hungry expression of countenance. He was resting his feet on the opposite side of the carriage, which seat was partly occupied by a passenger in a grey check suit. The ' ass- enger addressed turned partly aroun and took a look at his questioner. “ Yes, I am going to Crewe,” he replied. “ My business there is to sell four shares of bank stock, dispose of my interest in a farm of eighty acres ten miles from town, and invest the proceeds in a clothing establish- ment. I am from St. Albans, in Hertford'- shire. 1 got in the train there at 9:35 this morning. It was forty-five minutes behind time. My ticket from Euston cost me 135. 2d. Had my breakfast about an hour ago. Paid 18. 6d. for it. This cigar cost me 3d., or five a shilline. I have been a smoker for about thirteen years. My name is Thomas \Villiams. I am thirty-nine years old, have a wife arid four children, and am a member of the Congregational Church. I was form- erly a chemist, but sold out to a man named Treadway, and I am not in any business now. I am worth, perhaps, £2,000. My father was a cooper, and my grandfather, a sea-captain. My wife’s name was Carr be- fore I married her. Her father was a sur- veyor. The children have all had the mumps, chicken-pox and measles. WhenvI reach Crewe I expect to stop at an hotel.” He stopped. The long-nosed man regard- ed him for a moment with interest, and then asked, in a dissatisfied way :-« “ What did your great-grandfather do Lfor a livin’ ‘2” - . V, M-~.v.-..« upmusk-unanmmmmnmhmc-n- .