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r- . .1w..........._. a 7 V >_W__<‘ AUTUMN LEAVES. It was the professor who suggestedlI it. No one but the professor could have " concoctsi such a crazy idea; so Aunt, Marian said. But she went neverthe-f 1e55, and so did Miss Raye. who is afraid of sea-sickness on the calmesté day in summer, but who was more. afraid of Nan's influence over Mr. How- ell; and so did Uncle “fill. and the girls, and. in fact, we all went. And so did Pete. The day had started off most glor- iously, but there was just a little flurry of rain when the professor landed the last boat load on board the Victory. - Uncle \Vill had declared that if the professor would persist in going for a. sail on such a windy place as Couchich- ing, at a time when skating should be thought of, he could do the hard work. So we tacked merrily up and down near the wharf while the poor professor toiled manfully at the cars. He brought us over quite cheerfully, but Aunt Marian was in the last boat: and what with her 2001bs. avoirdupois. and the rain, and the lunch basketsâ€"which would upsetâ€"the professor got into a very bad humor indeed. "I’m just sowkedl" he exclaimed, in- dignantly, as he tumbled over the gun- ‘wale. landing on the New York lady's pointed shoes, and leaving the rowboat to bob recklessly beside us. Pete se- cures it, however, and we are all ready. “Which way shalll we head her, com- modore l" asks Jack, who is at the helm. The sails are flapping in a very un- certain manner -and we are bobbing Wildly up and down on the waves. 'jAsk the professor." returns Uncle Will. “it's his pic-nic." But the professor has disappeared inâ€" to the cabin to repair his damaged toiâ€" lette, and there is no reply. Miss Itaye‘s bangs have come out of curl. and Miss Raye has come out of temper in consequence. and she volun- teers no information. Mr. Howell and Nun are away up on the foredeck, where it is necessury to hang on to each other to keep from being blown overboardâ€"of course lâ€"and are there- fore too busy to reply. "Come, say something, somebody l" cries Uncle Will. "Girls, where are we gomg’l‘ f‘l’o the bottom, without a doubt l" cries Aunt Marian. who is clinging with both hands to her seat, and looking half scared to death. "No danger of her," whispered Pete i0 Mamie," she'd float like an old saw- log." "Let's go up Lake Couchiching. Mr. Leighton. and stop for our lunch at Geneva Park," says Bess. ,No sooner said than done. \Vhen Jack has the helm, Bess can go where she pleases. The sails fly out and away we scainpor before the breeze. “0h, isn’t it glorious I" cry Mamie and Bess together. We fly along over the white- capped waves. past the rows of boat- houses, past the park, lying chilly and deserted in the cold autumn light. Then the sun comes out and everything grows bright, as We dance farther and far- ther away out over the lake. Orillia grows dimmer in the smoky air. The blue autumn haze softens the bright colors of the trees and the red brick of the houses. “Ilow pretty the village looks 1" ex- claims the New York lady. She has arranged herself with her cushions and fur rugs around her, and the medical student at her feet, and is prepared to admire the scenery. Mamie sniffs indignantly. "The vil- lage!" she whispers to Eva. “The idea of rolling Orillia a village. "It's a town. Miss Delamere," says Pete in the most friendly tune. "a town. {Ion know. Six thousand inhabitants." or. one of us has the moral courage to contradict him; and Pete begins to celebrate his triumph by launching in- to such an extravagant account of our modest little town. that Aunt Marian grows ashamed of him and sends him off to put away the baskets. He goes obediently and begins to stow them in the cabin. and the contents in another Begion. Mamie's sharp eyes detect im. "0h. Mrs. Leighton, Pete's eating all the lunch!” "Peter, go bolnwl” roars Uncle \Vill, in stem command. . "Certainly, toinniodorc. certainly, just wait till I get my bathing suit." As there is no "below" to the. Victory this is taken as a direct insult to our beloved yacht. Uncle Will and the Doctor preceed to punish him forth- with, but Pete is hard to catch. and fern moment all is dire confusion. The girls scream. Aunt Marian de- clares we shall all be drowned; the Doc- tor's little wife tells him not to be a goose: and Jack laughs so hard he for- gets his duty as steersmah. The next instant we are almost onthe top ofa lit- tlc steam acht that comes puffing bravely up. ‘his brings us all to our senses and Pete escapes. Anllldl this time we have been fly- ing Still farther up the “Lake of Many: Winds." bumping and splashing over the great white waves most gloriously Certainly Couchiching deserves its name. - . The wind seems to grow stronger every moment; now it blows this way.l now that. Now we go up on a great. grand white wave. and now down with a jerk that sends us flying off our seats, down into a great blue valley of water. while the spray comes show- ering down upon us. Nan and Mr. Howell have been drivâ€" en down among us‘om'e more. and we all sit round and sing songs. The Doctor sings "Rolling Home to Bonny Scotland." and "Ye Banks and Brace." while Mamie plays the guitar. Then the professor gives us. “0h. Pro. miss Mel" in a shrill treble. The pro-E fessor after all hasn't such a bad voice. ‘ for he is very young. and very nervous.; He is not really a professor. He is only a boy from Boston. with ll very1 English accent. .very fashionableg clothes and a decided liking for Bess ; Uncle Will is the next on the pro-3, gmmmc. Ho roars out._ "A Skipper- Am I." at the top of his prodigious: lungs. And letueen every piece. andf duri 1': “wry piece Pete sits on lhc gun- , wail-1 .tnd host. l Th9)? are Sitting Pete brings out a rubber cape aobut 0“ the gunwfiie- mid fauly teeter “9 large enough for a respectable collar. and down with denght. home Pete nearly lost his reason, and has n01 quite regained it yet. _ And still the wind blows and still we fly onward. We are near Chief Island. now standing in its autumn dress of red and gold. One great ma.- ple stands on the high bluff above us, a spleniid scarlet patch against the blue sky. \Ve are all admiring it, when suddenly a gust ofnvintttears through its branches, and .its brilliant covering goes in one glorious cloud straight up to the heavens! I Down come the leaves again. scat- tered wildly. far and wide over the mad waves. where we are pitching reckless- ly 'up and down. \Ve try to catch some as they flut- ter down; and we feel almost sorry for the poor tree, so glorious a moment ago, now standing bare and lonely on the edge of the bleak cliff. _ But we have had enough of this hur- ricane. so we make for the sheltered channel on the other side of the lake. Down we bob. as the sails pass over our heads, and away we skim. The Wind lessens as we approach the shore, and we have a chance to look about us. Here is Ramah, the Indian Village. with its church spire coining out from among the trees and glittering in.the sun-light. On the wharf some Indians are awaiting the arrival of the “Long- ford." “Don't they look like maple leaves)" says Bess. nodding towards _two bril- liantly dressed squaws. coming down the bank. “They are even more bril- liant, for their scarlet and pink attire would put any tree to shame." Then we leave the picturesque groups and sail across the channel to llorse- hoe Island. The sails flap lazin as we come into the shelter of the little bay and we pass so close under the. trees that the leaves come down in crimson and golden showers upon the deck. \Ve catch them and decorate ourselves till we are as gay as our dusky Sisters across the bay. A scraping sound tells us our centre- board is dangerously near a rock. Pete andthe doctor, send the professor to the bow to look our for breakers. . \Ve are getting out into the wind again, and the professor stands shiver- mg and clinging to the mast, while Pete in the comfortable shelter of the cabin encourages him. "Hang on there, professorl You were nearly own that time; don't take your eye off the water; we might strike any moment I" . _ The professor eyes the; growmg bil- lows nervously. Suddenly an extra big one hits the Victory a sounding slap; the water surges over the deck and the professor is nearly washed overboard. Pete jumps up indignantly. "What made you let. her strike 'l" he roars. "What! She didn't strike did she? Iâ€"Iâ€"couldn‘t see. \Vas it a log orâ€"?" “It was a. wave, man; a wave 1" The professor is righteousy indignant. He prides himself upon his knowledge of aquatic sports. “I tell you I’m sowkedl" he says again. "It's as cowled as Greenland up here I” "If you’ll come down we’ll all be drowned l" says the doctor's wife com- fortably. "If you take a cold I shall prescribe for you free of charge," says the medi- cal student. and offers it to the professor as a pro- tection against the elements. But here Uncle \Vill comes to the rescue. He brings the shivering pro- fessor into the cabin and sends Pete off in his place. This is what Pete deserves, and we all laugh at him, but he takes his re- venge b singing. “Oh, nkey. Jakey, Gaudaurl" un- til we all wish he would be drowned. \thn we finally get him stopped. Mamie brings out her guitar again and we all sing. "The Maple Leaf Forever." as we slow up in Longford Bay. Geneva Park is a dream of loveliness. a gol- den and red forest, with great purple depths to tempt one to exploration. After we have reâ€"arranged our bat- tered and tumbled attires, we set to work to prepare luncheon. We spread our tables in the pavilion under the quiet shelter of the yellowâ€"leaved trees. Pete puts the table-cloth on cross-wise. and spills the Vinegar over Bess' cream tarts. He ties an old newspaper round his waist for an apron and prances round with a wonderful air of author- ityuuntil Uncle Will rushes at him with a pitcher of hot water, when he climbs a free and sin s. "Oh. Jukey, akey Gaudaur." until we call him down to luncheon. And then we all go for a walk; that is. all but Aunt Marian. She settles herself on a bench. spread with cush- ions. for her afternoon nap. \Ve stroll off through the golden carpeted woods in silence. It is all so beautiful that oven Pete is silent and forbears for a short time to sing the praises of the world's champion onrsman. The leaves flutter softly down upon us like a benediction. The squirrels chatter and frisk in the trees overhead. The wind moans gently through the almost leafless branches. “'Tis Autumn. Autumn everywhere, 'thll soon be Winter now." “'0 walk round the little bay, keep- ing close to the limestone cliffs and the his water till we come to Longford village. We go through the mills and wonder at the rest fire-place with its noisy engine. \ ’9. call at the little store and Uncle \Vill buys us some conversa- tion lozenges. and the most tempting sweet-meat the shop affords. Pete purchases some gum. for the New York lady he tells Mamie; where- upon she offers him a cent if he wilil present it to that august personage. But Pete is a vainglorious booster. and retreats at the first sign of danger. But the shadows are becoming longer, and the commodore orders us back to the yacht. We are ahl tired, so Pete and the doctor row us across the bay to where the Victory lies at anchor. The Professor is sent to the park for Aunt Marian and the baskets. He is in a very bad humor. for Bess and Jack have been wandering off alone all day. We are soon all aboard once more. a little tired and a good deal quieter than when we started. We glide gently out into the open lake and skim away towards home. It seems impossible that this quiet water with ‘ust a little ruffle on its purple sur ace is the same that tassed us about so ruthlessly. in its play. this morning. ('hZc-f Island stands out of the water. in'ijcstic and silent. in the? grey twi- light. “'9 glide noi~lcssly past. scare»- ly breathing for fear we i'~f‘i"Li{ the ghostly mini that has Swill-HI over the graves of the great warriwrs. "0h. Jakey. Jakey. Gaudaurl' When the world’s champion came 1 l ‘ 'A‘ Gil-I'ASTLY PUN. "\Vatoh me gobble," remarked the fat turkey small boy. “'I'that's all right," replied the small boy; Day and feel me gobble." _ The'professcr becomes nervous; Pete is telling him a hair~raising ghost story. Mamie puts a stop to his nonsense by bringing out her guitar. We are in no humor for the jolly songs of the morn- tag. so Eva Sings “Good Bye. Summer," is we steal gently onward towards ome. “Falling leaf andfading tree, :Lines of white in a sullen sea. shadows rismg on you and me." fler beautiful, low voice thrills us all With a tender sadness. It is indeed gone, our beautiful summer. We seem to have left it away behind in Geneva woods where the sunlight streamed all sttfternoon through the gayly colored recs. “The S‘Va'mowsiare making them ready i those who accompanied him on the to fly, Wheeling out in a windy sky, Good-bye, Summer! Good-bye!" The sadness of it. all has come to us. now that the darkness has blotted out the bright coloring of the dying sum- mer. The Victory glides on like agrcat whzte spirit, and. still the sweet low votce softly utters the sad, sweet words, “Good-bye, Summer! Good-bye." The lights are coming out in Orillia; we see them appear one after the other like stars in the sky. One great white light near the wharf sends a long shaft of brightness straight across the lake as if to welcome us home. Jack puts the Victory's bow into it, and we glide Silently up its glimmering track. Marian listening to the song, they are thinking of their summer which is al.- most gone. from usâ€"the beautiful, bright day, leavmg only darkness and cold. Suddenly the pathway of light grows broader rand brighter. Its cheerful ray brings promises of to us that summer is dead?‘ Here or are almost home sailing up the glittering track to the haven where steady and clear shines our guid- ing star. A FIGHT IN THE TRANSVAAL. _â€" Euch Thought the other llnd llccn Ruled. nut Soon Found l‘hclr Mistake. The stories of fighting between Boers and English in South Africa have a strong resemblance to those of Indian fighting in the old days in New Eng- land. Bullets are exchanged between excellent marksman concealed behind stones and bushm, and each bullet has, EONDON’S RAILWAYS. MFR"! 'ninucls for Electric Linesâ€" ' Ernst-ts to Relieve the Streets ornith- Congestion. A dcsputch from London says:-â€"A meeting of the Metropolitan District Railway Siookholders’ Amociation was held on Friday in furtherance of the project for constructing two deep-level tunnels for an up and down service of expmss electric trains between Earl's Court and the Llansion house. The stockholdem have endorsed the action of their directors in approving the scheme. and the necessary powers will be asked for at the coming session of Parlia- Ah, how it ail-l slips away; i 1 l l i l _ warm fires, kind 3 for-eight days, and where the majority friends and home. \Vhat does it matter stm remain, fearing. . to fly from evils straighi i they can gauge to greater evils that i ,were fuzl on bread alone. under such circumstances, an immense» value. . The Cape Mercury says that Mn Sampson, one of the Johannesburg “re- formers,” still in prison at Pretoria, is the hero of a famous combat with old Baths, 8. Boer fighter of renown. In the Boer war of 1881 Sampson and Botha found themsmlvcs behind stones on a level plain, shooting at each oth- er. Sampson prcsendy made sure that he had hit Boilia and raised his head a. little, when a bullet plowed his neck. "My man is dead," exclaimed Botha, and exposed himself. At the same inâ€" exact a _bullet from Sampson‘s rifle struck him. _ - "This time I’ve got him!" shouted Sampson. and raised himst-lf up, but a bullet. grazed his side and he dropped. Bovha now had no doubt "that he had ended his antagonist, and jumped up on his feet. only to be again laid low. Though the mom were now past fight- ing. with two bad wounds apiece, both recovered, and when Sampson settled in the Transvaal ih-y became great friends, and often chuffed each other about this muountcr. PAPER MATCHES. The timeâ€"honored scheme of rolling up a. piece of paper and using it for a Lighter has been utilized by an inven- tor in the manufacture of matches. The invention promises to revolutionize Eu- ropean match manufacturing. and is perfectly timely, becamse the wood for this purpose is constanny growing scarcer and more cost‘lty. The new matches are CL-IlsiderleC-y cheaper than wooden matches and weigh much less -â€"a fact which couan for much in the exportation. The sticks of these matches consist of paper rolled togeth- er on the bias. 'l'hc paper is rather strong and porous. and when im- mersed _in a solution of .wax. _stearin, and Similar substances, will easily stick together and burn with a bright. smokeless and odorless flame. Strips one inch in width are first drawn through the combustich mass spoken of above, and then turned .by machin- cry into long. thin tubes, pieces of the ordinary length of wood or wax matchâ€" es being cut off automaticaly by the machine. ‘ _ . size they are dipped into the phdsphor- us mass. also by I‘M.HlflChlue’.'8l.lli the dried head easily ignites by friction on any surface. SAth OLD STORY. She was married to her third hus- band. ani they had had a quarr-l. . I guess-fl how it would be. \Villiam, I l train. Uncle \i/ill stands silent beside Aunt to run right up beside a bare, bmak CANADIANS IN BRAZIL. A Returned Emigrant Tells or flu Experi- ence In That Country. Among the deluded Canadians who started off to seek prosperity in Brazil last September, in spite of W warnings of their friends, was Mr. Arthur Owen, who to do 50, gave up a good position in the electric shops of the Montreal Street Railway Company, anticipating larger wages farther from home; Owen is now back in Montreal, and at his former employment. In these two respects he is more fortunate than the majortiy of twenty dziys' voyage ti lh‘, Inn l_of fezer. There were three deaths on the voyage Mr. Owen says, and the bodies, those of a man, and two babies, were pitched overboard. The adult died of heart dis- ease. A priest who was on board Was asked to conduct a service, but would not. ‘On arriving at Santos, the em- igrants were put on board a train which took them to Sao Paulo, a. moun- tain town about ninety miles up the country. A limited supply of bread and cheese was given them to eat on the A side track enabled the train place known as the emigration building and the men, women and children were here unloaded like cattle and stalled in one large room, where all LIVED AND SLEPT TOGETHER they know of. Bad bread and worse coffee, made up, with little variation,the Canadians' daily fare. On presenting a ticket, a repreâ€" sentative of each family received a. dish of food and a dish of coffee, and the familyâ€"some of them were families in name only, as miners had assumed the .names of friends in order that they come within the terms of the contract, which called for familiesâ€"ate and drank all out of the same vess.:l. At first they The Italian and Sycnish emigrants were satisfied with bread, why not the Canadians? But] they didn't get enough to eat, even ofl bread, so one day they relieved a car-I rier .who was passing of all his loaves, - and after that they were fed better. The only beds provided in the common room were sugar cane mats, which were lit: 1c softer or higher than the floor. Pillows they had none, nor blankets,un- til the French and English Consuls in- tervened. and as it was very cold on the mountain at night, many would walk | up and down for hours to keep them- selves warm, and snatch the needed sleep next day. The people tried to get work. but could not. The only employ- ers that appeared were the owners of the coffee and sung plantations. They wanted the Canadians to sign to work I? ll. TEN YEARS, cutting down bush and cultivating the plants that would then be put in. and at the end of that period the workcrei. if the ' survived, would receive forthcir hire all of the value of the planta- tion, which it was hinted by disinter- ested parties. was not likely to be very much. The houses they would be al- lowed to live in during this time were scarce worthy of the name, consisting merely of walls and a roof. with no! windows. The English Consul promis-’ ed to do his best for the llllrUl'l.ullftl0H,| but told them they should never have come. as the country was only fit for; Spaniards and Italians. Emigrants; were supposed to be allowed to remain: only eight days in this. largc barracks; wlwre the v' were stored on arriving. but the. census promised to see that llwy were not turned out until tlmy had some place to o. The single men drifting o f to llucnue Ayres, and quite a few were working or lmalingihrir way home, but those. with families were in a pretty poor plight. The manager of iii-.3 railway at Sin Paul), on ling- lishmztn. was wry kind and gone a.l number work at oigh‘y routs a day,I advising them at the some time to re- turn home as soon as they could. To? twelve he gave passes down to Santos‘ that they might witch u veg-ml. thn; Mr. Owen loft. man of the were crying. and 32 were sorry they had left lhull‘ homes. PIGEONS AS AIX‘ISSENGERS. “ A doctor in the Highlands of Scot- - land. whose patients are scattered over \\'hen the sticks are cut to 3 l a. wide district, takes carrier pigeons with him on his rounds and sends his prescriptions by tin-in to the apathe- cary. He leaves pigeons. too. with dis- tant families, to be let loose when his services are needed. A VIOLENT DEATH. Before we were married. you often sail you were willing in die for me. subbed Mrs. Shingles. and yet you won't 1-.1' this angel rain? I have made. \Vell. I am still willing to «'ie for you. ‘my dear, protested Mr. Shiogfvs; Mie surely you «bn'a wish me to ill-e Sir!) she said. You'rn‘ as bad as the Others. a violent death ment. foregone conclusion. The project will be the seventh to ask for powers to as- sist in solving the annually increasing difficulties of London's traffic. k h t H d b th tempt is being made in every direction 000 a 35 '9 5.1'11; 8 3! ‘5 Certainly not for many years has Lory but “mt ml cmmtmas don witnessed so gmt an activity in railway planning. go back to 1853. when the first purely metropolitan railway was That they will be granted is a The at» It is necessary to sanctioned- by Parliament, to find anything like the enthusiasm and energy that now bid fair to make a railway under every important artery of the metropolis. Parâ€" liament has already sanctioned six me- tropolitan underground projects. _Two will be sanctioned at the forth-coming. mica. There are still others in the air. ALL ELECTRICAL. Most of these lines are planned to reo- tify the extraordinary want of fore- sight which practically forbade the ter- mini of the great railways to advance beyond what were. in, the days of their building, the suburbs of Londom ,Thb result of such a. policy has ever since been that the traveller consumes as much time in getting from one great terminus to another on the other Side of the. metropolis as would suffice to carry him 50 miles of his journey- In consequence of this short-sighted pol- icy, London toâ€"day. although Served by railways. omnibuses, and trauiwiiys in- numerable, remains the most. difficult and perplexing of the world's Cities in which to travel; a fact which means an. appalling waste of material, time, and energy, if not life, to the hundredsof thousands daily journeying from one ill- servcd district to another. This large class has given an enthusiastic boom to the new projects, which add 45 to the railway stations of London. 0f the eight schemes. the two most important are those. nearest comple- tion. the line from \Vaterloo to. the Bank. and the Central London railway, which follows that; main artery Cheap- sidc. Holborn, and Oxford street. from the Bank of the Marble arch, Hyde Park. and thence to Shepherd's Bush. The next most important are the two lines for which Piu‘liamcn'tary powers will be asked at the ’ NEXT SESSION the deep-levels of the district above re- ferred to. and the line which. starting from the Bank. will follow that. other main artery to the west. the Strand and Picadilly. An incidental advantage ' to Londoners is connected with the con- cessxon given to the Central London, which is obliged to build conmceting subways at Queen Victoria strcet,Chnap- side, 'lhteidneedl'l street, Cornh-ill, Lorn- bard, and King \Villiam streets, opposite the Bank. thus rendering innocuous a spot. according to Paul du Chaillu more dangerous to pedestrians than an Afri- can jungle full of lions. _ All tho. new lines are of necessuy buried far below the street level. In some cases the arrival and depart}er platforms are 95 feet below the aide- walk. while lines dew-pd still lower in many places, (living under great sewers and other underground funnels. abut- ments of the. Thames bridges and em- liar‘ikmenls, and under the Thames it~ sol . __ _â€" BRIDLAL SUPERS’ITI‘IONS, If the wedding ring is lost the couple will separate. If an apple be thrown upon the roof of the bridegroom's house it is a sign the bride will be happy. The bride must not look in the glass after performing her toilet unless one hand is ungloved. If a bride tears :her wedding dress it is_not good. _ It. is un.ucky for a bride to put her bare feet on any bare floor on ,her wedding night. To chan e the name and not theist- lor is to c ungn for worse and not for better; If Ihc bride open an umbrella in the house bad luck will surely follow. It is unlucky for two brides to meet in a church. The bride shoulld not permit the best man to wear everything black at the Were ceranony as it is a wry mid omen. â€"â€"._.__._.â€"_â€".._â€"__.â€"... 'l‘lll'} I’lthATE'S SALARY. The official income of the archbish- op of Canterbury is 875,000 a year. That looks a large HUIII on paper, but then the outgoings are simply enorm- ous. Arrh‘bisluqi Tait may have saved money while headmaster of'ltugby womendfchool, but as archbishop he found it impwsible to do so. So (lid thi- flute primate. 'l‘lw Hubscriptiom In vnrmm good objects alone, anmunlml In a flour sum, and there are other untold calls on the arcbic-piscopal purse. Lulu“ ‘fl. man bus some private “will”. or bv is well insured. It”. mith “1-” shrink from aumpting 1b». Anglican primary. AT THE CRICKET MATCH. Gertieâ€"\tht a splendid lai Bertie 00f ish is! Mayâ€"Yea, drnr: but ha- is a much better catch Aamrding to the New York World the nose is put in the middle of the fame Manuel: it is the sit-enter piece. \Vhen lions and tiger» bring! forth young in captivity the grmlvs’t care has to l»: exercised to kmp tlwm for nev- o-ral days in the dark and umlisturltzd :Ls’ otherwise the mnthcrs \\ ill almost in- variably destroy tlwir cubs. ’w‘mAe . . ." .‘NA/ 4/ ‘ ~ ‘1 ‘1‘A‘,-:- -,...«.,_.. , .3 "s 3 I i l I ( 1 a