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A [SEAD RECKONI'N G- C'h’él‘z’l‘ER 11. Noon. spoke for a moment or two after Margery had blurted out her news. iii-en for the second time Karâ€" ovsky said: "There is still one way at nape Opofi to you." I ' "And that is?"-- said Gerald again. "For me to personate you." "O monsieur l" cried Clara. a flash of hops leaping suddenly into her eyes. “ Karovskg. are you mad 9" "Pardon. 1' think not; but one can never be quite sure. Listen! These men who are coming to arrest you are strangers to you. or rather you are a stranger to them; they have never set eyes on you before. I will answer to your name; I will go with them, and before they have time to discover their mistake. you will be far away." " And the consequences to yourself?" ":A few hours' detentionâ€"nothing more. Your English police know me not." Then he added with a shrug: "At St. Petersburg or Berlin, mai foi, it might be somewhat different." " Kamvsky. your offer is a noble one. and the risk to yourself might be great- elr than you seem to think. In any case. I cannot accept it." . "Gerald. for my sake !" implored his wife. I " As I said before. I am tired of this life of perpetual hide-and-seek. Let it end: I am ready to face the worst." "No. nol Would you court a felon’s doom. you whose innocence will one day be. proved to the world 2" " Vous avez raison. madame.” said the Russian. Then placing his hands on Gerald's shoulders, he said. " Go, Brooke my friend; hide yourself elsewhere for a little time, and leave me to face these bloodhounds." Picot. who had been listening and watching in the background, now came boldly forward. It was enough for the kind-hearted mountebank to know that. his friends were in trouble. "I have one petite chambire en haut." he said to Gerald. “ Come with me, monsieur. and I will hide you.” ‘ " Yes, yes; go, dearest. with Mon: sieur Picot," urged his wife, her beau- tiful eyes charged with anguished en- treaty. . "Folr your sake. let it be as you wish," answered Gerald sadly. 'At this juncture there came aloud knacking' at some door below stairs. “Venei, monSieu'râ€"vite. vitel" said Picot. Gerald hastily kissed his wife. grip- ped the Russian's hand for a moment. and then followed the mountebank‘. "It will not be wise to keep our friends waiting.” said Karovsky. Then turning to Miss Primby: "D‘fadame. will you oblige me by taking charge of these trifles for a little while ?" \Vith that he handed her a card-case, apock- et-book staffed with papers, and a bunch of keys. “ They will be mighty clever if they get them out of here." muttered Miss‘ Primby, as the articles disappeared in the capacious depths of some hidden pookets. The knocking was repeated in loud- or and more imperative terms than be- fore. ' “ Let the door he opened," said Kar- I ovsky to Mar ery; then. he addressed a few words iurriedly in a. low tone to Mus. Brooke. _ . The door at the foot of the stairs. which Margery in her alarm had taken the precaution to fasten. hzid apparent- ly been originally put there with the view of more effectually separating the upper part. of the house from the low- er, irobably at a time when the do- micile “’4”! divided between two funiâ€" illes. This door Margeryuiow unbolt~ ed without a weird ; and Without a word after flashing a bull'sâ€"eye in her face, a sergeant. of police and two nicn push- ed past her and trumped heavily up- stairs. " Mr. Gerald Brooke, commonly known by the name of ‘Stewart 3" said' the sergeant interrogatively as be ad- vanced into the room, while his two men took up positions close to the door. The Russian turnedâ€"he had been in ibc act of li 'iltllillg a cigarette at the fireplace. " "ho are_you. sir. and by what right do you intrude. mto_ this apartment 3" he demanded haughtily. 'l‘hc scr» cant went a step or two nearer :llli laying a hand on his shoul- dcr. said: “Gerald Brooke. you .are charged on a warrant with the \vilful murdun of tho lLirun Otto von Rosen- bcrg on the 25m of June last at llcau- licu. near King's Harold. and you will have to consider yourself as my pris- oner." "he llus.ian dropped his cigarette. here is some strange mistake." he said. "i never either any or s‘oke to the Enron yon Rosenberg on t c 28th of last June.“ _ "All righi. sir: you can explain about that sonmwhcrc else: but 1 should :id- vise you to Sky as little as possible just now." One of the men had advanced into the room. and now drew the officer's ntten~ lion. "1 my. scrgciun." he whispered, “the gent don’t u‘mn to answer much to the printed des-Tiption. does he i" "Idiot !“ whispered back the other; "as if a man couldn't dye his hair and mat: his beard and moustache grow anv snaps he liked! [Ii-sides, we know beforehand that he was disguised, and this is lhe room where We were told we should find him." When the sergeant turned again. Clara was standing before Kurovaky. with a hand resting on each of his shou den. " 0‘ sec." «trimaran the sergeant to his Gib-ordinate. " “’0 were told his wife was living here. with him. :is well as an elderly ladyo-the aunt. He's the gent we ml. and no mistake.” "i shall only be my for a little while. can min.” said Karovak‘y. as he drew Clara. to him. For .a moment her head rested his shoulder. 0:33 his lips lightly touched her'fore- h . b‘he fumed from him, and sinking on a couch, buried her face in her hands. Karovsky drew himself up in his full height. “Now. sir, I am at your ser- vice," he said to the sergeant. A moment latetr and the three wo- men were left alone. . "They be clevqr uns. they be!" said Margery with a chuckle as the sound of the retreating footsteps died away. " How noble, now anmious .of Monsieur Karovsky l” exclaimed Miss Primby. “I shall never think ill of the Russians again." . " Now. is the opportunity for Gerald to get away,” said Clara. “ The police may diseover their mistake at any mo- ment." Her hand was on the door. when suddenly there was a sound caused all three to start and stare at each other with eyes full of terror. It was the sound of unfamiliar footsteps ascending the stalks. Mrs. Brooke shrank track as the door opened and George Crofton entered the room. “ You!" she asped. " Even so." e answered as he glanc- ed round the room. “ it is long Since we met last." “Not since the day you crushed my husband's portrait under your heel.” "As 1 have now crushed your hus- band himself.” " What do you mean f" " Clara Brooke, the hour of my reâ€" venge has struck. You slighted me once, but now my turn has come. It was through my efforts that your husband was tracked to this place. It was I who gave information to the police. Never couild there be a sweeter re- venge than mine." " Can such Wickedness exist unsmit- ten by Heaven 1" After that first glance round, he had never taken his eyes from Clara’s blanched face. He spoke with a vene- mous intensity which lent to every word an added stin' . V ” Don’t I just wis I was a man. in- stead _of a great hulking good-for-nothâ€" ing gull" muttered Margery, half to Miss Primby and half to herself. as she defiantly rolled up the sleeves of her cotton gown. , For a little space, the two stood gaz- ing at each other in silence. Clara’s heart beat painfully, but her eyes blazed into his full of scorn and defiance. Then she said: "George Crof- ton, believe me or not, but my husband is as innocent of the crime laid to hi charge as 1 am. It is not he who is a murderer, but you who are one after this night's workâ€"in heart. if not in deed.” . A cheering laugh ibroke from his lips. “I was quite prepared lto hear that rimarole," he:s:iid. to be expected that you should swear to his innocence. It is possible you may believe in itâ€"wives will believe anything." But Clara’s ears, of late. ever on the alert, had heard a certain sound. With a. low cry she sprang to the door; but before she could reach it, it was open- ed from without, and Gerald. accomâ€" pitpicd by Picot, appeared on the threshâ€" o ( .- Croi‘bon fell back as if he had seen a. face from the tomb. “15y what fi- end's trick have I been fooled!" he cried. “There stands the villain who be- trayed you.” exclaimed the young wife, pointing to Crofton with outstretched finger. "He! My cousin! Impossible." “_It may not. be too late yet,” ex- claimed C'rofton as he sprang to one of the. windows and tore aside the curtain. But. next instant, with a bound like that of a. tiger, l’icot had flung himself on him and had gripped his neck as in a vice with both his sinewy hands. The other was no match in point of strength for the iuountebank ,“ and be- fore he knew what had happened he. found himself on his back on the floor, half choked with Picot kneeling on his chest and regarding him with a surâ€" donic. grin. . Clara, with natural impulse, had clung to her husband's arm. Miss. l'rimby and Margery were too startled to utter a word. Picot's hand went to some inner pockâ€" et and drew from it; a small revolver: then rising to his feet. he said to Crof- ton: " Ouligo me by standing up. mon- sieu-r. and by taking a. seat in that chair. or in one leeLic, minute you are a deadman." Crofton. with a smile like that of some liiilf-cowed wild animal, did as he was hidden. Gerald 'siciiped quickly forward an: laid a. hand on Picot’s arm. "\‘ilm. would you do?" he asked. . "Shoot him like the dog he is, if l‘.-.- move but. one finger. .lf lie move not â€"-tie him upâ€"gag himâ€"21nd leave. him here till you, monsieur. have time t. get away." Then addressing himself to Margery. but without taking his eyes for an in- stant off Crofton, he said: “ My gnotl Margot. in my room up-siairs you will find one piece of rope. Bring him here. Depechez-vousâ€"quick." Margery licedcd no second bidding. Then the hicuniebank said to Ger- ald: "You pullii not stop here any loii cr, monsicur; the police may come bac’ at any moment." “ Yes-«omen come," urged Clara. “AnOLher minute and it may be too late." “George. ldid not deserve this at you! hands," said Gerald with grave sadness to his cousin. The only ans- wer was a Sa'owl and an execration Illul- tered between his teeth. Gerald. his wife and Miss Primby rc- tired iiiio the farther room and closed the folding-dams. Margery was back by this tune. carrying a small coil of rope. "Good childâ€"Now hold this so." said Pivot, as he plat-ad the revolver in Mar- gery's hand, and stationed her about a couple of yards from Crofion. "If you see that man stir from his chair. press your finger against this lectle thing, andâ€"poufâ€"he will never stir again. Hold him steady-50. You have no fearâ€"helm f" " Why. 0' course not," laughed Mar- gcry. “ It would do me good to shoot the likes 0' him.” With a dexterity that seemed as if it might have been derived from lo Recline. Pivot now proceeded to bin ofton securely in his chair. " You scoundrell you shall suffer for :hisi: muttered the latter between his set . " It was only which ’ "A in bonus heave. monsieur."ireâ€" life. " One availing. ohdri. when you sponded the mountebank airil . Then come home you will not find me; I perceiving a corner of a hen _ protrudi from his pooket. he draw it forth. “if tearing a narrow strip off it. he proceeded to firme bind the oth~ er's wrists; then making a bandage of the remainder. he covered his mouth with. it and tied it in a double knot at lthe back of his neck. "Ah. ha! that a do the tric " he laughed. ” How found : you yourself t Very comfortableâ€"hem?" ' Margery. who had watched the oper- ;ation with great glee. now gave-back lthe revolver and retired to the inner iroom. Picot sat down a little way from .his prisoner. but. for the present took no further notice of him. He had heard a footstep on the stairs a minute or .two previously, and rightly Judged it iwas Gerald already gone. _ i From the first day of taking up 3 their abode at No. 5 Pymm’s Buildings. .Clara and her husband had prepared lthemselves for an emergency like the ipresent one. They were always ready for immediate flight. and had arrang- ;ed the. means for communication in ‘case of an. enforced separation. ' iAt the end of a few minutes Margery returned carrying a folded paper.which :she gave to Pivot; at the same_ time :whispei‘ing a. few hurried words in his ear. The mountebank nodded and smil- ‘ed and kissed the tips of his fingers.| .‘Then the girl went back and the two ;men were left alone. But presently iboth of them heard the footsteps of {more persons than one descending the :stairs. Picot listened intently till the erchief shall be gone. life suits me no lo r. I will change it all. I will ' to the life 1 used to love so we l. 1 lave had a letter. Signor Ventelli is at Brussels; he prays to me to return tohim. lshallgo. You and 1. my friend can no 10 live t er. in will be better for both that we should part." Again her fingers struck a note or two carelessly. Crofton was mused at lost. He start- ed to his feet with an imprecation and faced his wife. " What confounded stuff and nonsense you are talking. Staph." fife exlclaimed. " As if I believed sword it I, " Do I ever say that I will do a thing when I do not intend domg it t" she quietly asked. In his own mind he was obliged to confess that she did not. “We hays made a mistake, you and 1. and have found it out in time." she resum- . ed. \Ve cag‘be friendsilalways friends 'â€"w not? t you wi go your we. and l mine; that is all.” y The cold indifference of her tone and manner siun'g him to the quick. Evi- dently she was minded to cast him off as carelessly as she would an old glove. The sullen fire in his heart blazed up I in a moment. He loved this woman af- .ter a fashion of his own. and was in nowise inclined to let her go. "What 'igu say is utter nonsense. I would ve you remember that you are my wife. and that I can claim you as such anywhere and everywhere." i " And do you imagine that if Iwere l l a sound had died away, and then proceed- twenty times a wife l should allow you i j ed to light a cigarette. Of Crofton. sit- j’ing there bound and gagged, he took inot the slightest apparent notice. l A quarter of an hour passed thus. land with the exception of a footfall inow and then in the court below no ’sound broke the silence. At the and g of that time. Picot's cigarette being fin- Iished, he. rose, pushed back his chair, lclapped his hat on his head. and after a last examination of his prisoner's bonds, he marched out of the room without a word, and so down stairs and out of the house, first shutting behind him the door which divided the upper rooms from the ground floor. Left alone. George Crofton began at once to struggle desperately' to free himself, but all to no purpose. After a. little time. however, he discovered that the chair in which he was bound moved on casters, and this discovery put an idea into his head such as would not have entered fit under other circum- stances. .'l“he room was lighted by 3.5 lamp he managed by degrees ‘ chair. along the floor. to slide his 'l‘hen setting his i teeth hard, amid stretching his arms to, Illic fullest extent his bonds would al-3 low of his doing. he held his wrists ,ovor the flame of the lamp, and kept [them there unflinchineg till the outâ€"- | ermost coil of the ligul ire which bound them was burnt through. \Vhen oncef his hands were at liberty, very few min- , utes sufficed to make him a fri-e man. "My revenge is yet. to come, Ger- ald Brooke,” he said aloud as he paused ‘ at the door and took a last. glance round. “lt is but. delayed for a little but to make it sweeter at the last." CHAPTER. Xll. iVe are back once more at Linden Villa. It is a March evening, and the clock has just struck nine. George Crof- ton is smokin gzi cig LI‘, and gamut: fix- edly into the fire, sceinig pictures in the glowing embers which are anything but pleasant. ones, if one may judge by the lowering expression of his face. He looks haggard and careworn, and is no longer so fastidious with regard to his personal appearance as he used to be. Dissipation has set its unmistakable seal upon him: he has the air of a man ; on a low table. and to this table. or any other man to claim me as such I against my will 1" demanded Stephnvith la contemptuous laugh. T‘zal tzal my lfriend. you talk like a. child." ’ They were standing face to face. and ; for a few moments they stared at each iother without speaking; but the clear l resolute light that shone out of:- Steph”s i eyes cowed, tor a time at least. the fit- ,ful. dangerous gleam flickering redly jin her husband's bloodshot orbs, as lthough it were a reflection from some 'lbphet below. George Croftonw turned away, and crossing to that sideboard. poured him* {self out; a. quantity of brandy. "You lwould be a fool, Steplhl. to leave me I as you talk of doing. were it only for one :thnng,” he said drylzy. Hie seemed to lhave quite. recovered his equanimity, 5 and was choosing a cigar as he spoke. l 1sz it pleases me to be a fool, why no I! ’ “Hus it ever occulrred to you that an I I that my liO‘llSln. Geiruld. Brooke, has l l M.â€"...._.. -. PlSTURS Hill FUR THEM. INTERESTING SIGHTS AT OUR GREAT FISHING PORT. ,.._ Scenes From the Seaport of Lam-abanâ€" Llrc in the Nova Scolll Townâ€"Funnel. and Their Business. Lunenburg. the greatest fishing port. in Nova. Scotia. is stagnant out of sea- son, writes a correspondent. From April to October, save for ii little buo- tle about the docks. caused by the West India trade, there is little to relieve her somnolency; but. just now she is intense, with fierce energy. and the din and bustle of commerce fills her streets. There are over a hundred rakiah. clip- per built fishing schoouers lying in her harbour. that by the first of April will be off to the Grand Banks. Bay Chaleur and Labrador. and this means that there are over a hundred captain- hurrying about drumming up crews of seventeen men each seeking a captain and a berth; over a hundred vessels to be fitted out with beef, flour, pork, sugar, salt, bait and other Jim-essaries. Just now the captains are in full pur- suit of their men. To the ovens. the Blue rocks. the Black rocks. the Back harbour. Newtown and out among the fine fainms in the back country they go, seeking recruits. Of course the cap- tains most famed for big catches get the best men. which explains why some vessels make better voyages thanoth- ers. All rendezvous in the harbour as the day of departure approaches, about April 1. forming a pretty spectacle. .A J OlNTâ€"ST OCK BUSINESS. The Sunday before sailing special ser- vices are held in the churches and their pastors pray for a good catch and for health and safety. Then. on the first of April usually, they spread their white wings and put to sea. leaving their wives widows and their children orphans for the time being. Each veer mm.ng the newspapers may tell us sel carriessevcnleen souls, master, tliir teen trawl-men. two boys and a cook been captured? Every day, that is the‘ The qrew get half the proceeds of the first news 1 loolk for." "Ah, bah! you; mock yourself. Your cousin will never be arrested now; he has got. safe away to some foreign coun- try long ugol" “lou have no ground for saying that. Any houn- may' ‘bring the tidings of his i tion= would be' to you and me. lley Towers and Six thousand a yearâ€" nothing less." s “You. deceive yourself." resumed i Staph. “You are waiting for what will i freightilng it to market. The while. and every day’s delay will serve 1 never happen. Nine months passed Sim-c. the murder, and the crime is half iorgottcin. You let Gerald G | i | i I catch and the vessel half. But the mas- ter, in addition. has a 4 per cent. com- mission. The boys and cook are paid wages. The men do not receive half the proceeds. however. as they must capture, and L11.m__._ But You know pay out of their share half the cost. already whitit thel result of his convicd of ice and hail. about $600 a voyage. BOP/811‘- the cook's wages. mud half the boy’s. with half the captain's commission and half the cost. of curing the catch and vessel have:owners furnish ship and provisions, half the ico and bull, pay half the cap- Brooke slip through! your fingers once;j tain’s commission. and half the cost of bu‘t you will never have the chance of domg so againâ€"Let us come back to urealities, to the things we can touch.| , Dreams never had any charms for me." _vH'o went back to blue fireplace \villi' ;li«is cigar. and took up a position on ' the hearth-rug. *"ALâ€"i yo’u sayâ€"let us gstic'k to realities; it. may perhaps be. i the wisest," he went on. “What, then. i ill 1 were tol tell you).- as it fact that in. ; less than six weeks from Loâ€"diiy 1 shall 1 be in possession of ten ' pounds t" l l l curing and freighling. 'l‘he Vessels are owned mostly by shareholders among the villagers and farmers. so that every- body is inlorcstcd in the industry and benefited by it. Fle1 HY ’lll'flsl SHIP LOIAD. By September 15, if all goes well, the would you t'huilnk; what would you say, i V9559]?! begin returning» and by October ! l are mostly in port with the catch. If they have made a good voyage they Lhousundl lioist their flag, fire sounds and come In in grand style. the people greeting "1 should think and say that it was . them 115 the Roman Dol'ulm‘e did I“:- who is going slowly but surely doun- ; not 1., met, mm; a dream, 11â€"“ hut da’ turning victors; but if there has bccn liill. His wife is amusing herself somewhat lisilcssly at the piano. There is a. slightly worn look about her eyes, and the line of her lips looks thinner and more hard set than it is wont to do. Married life had not brought Stephanie the happiness. or even the content, she: had looked forward 1.0. The awakening had come soon. and had not been a. pleasant: one. 'Not long had it taken her to discover that she had muted herself with an inveterate gambler, if not with something worse. :‘u longr as plump young pigeons were to be. had for the pluaxlcng. mailers lizid guilt! on swiiu-= iningiy'ai. Linden \ il|:i. ‘l here had been ' no lack of money. and Stephanie had never cared to inquire loo iurioufly how it. had been come by. But after a lime (‘i‘oflon's' wonderful luck :It cards lien-gun ll.» be commented upon; people began to be shy of playing' ill the atom table. \-.'.ih him; pigeons were warned to avoid him; and when. one unfortunate. -,=vcniii_i;. hc was iii-icclml cheating at the club, and unu'izislcmi by .‘l nicnibvr clcvcrcr in 1.11111 particular line ihzin himself, his career in that "lilo-1‘0 of life came In an end forever. but his ambition hil-‘l not. been satis- fied with the compsi‘;:tivci;.’ small gains if the curtl-ldblc; be hm! hf'f. lzcavily on the Si. incur and other l'.i“(f.<,. :ind‘ had liwzn unlorlunuic in :ill. do far he had been iliilt’ to :12ch bis-1 r-icinglia- llilillts. bul tln- doing So had exhausted the whole. of his til/:miluble i‘i-suurces, and mailers at Linden Villa had now come to :I gaps lilill. might almost be termed (lPslll'l'ilie. Sieplmnic brought her roulades to Ill] and with a grand crush; llicn turning half round slits s-iid in lll‘l' clcnr inclullic tones: " lanc you :inyiliing to talk about, mon :mge.’ lluvc you nmhing to my tome .7" llcr husband‘s back was in- u.'.'irds hcr. us hc so: iii-nailing: sullenly in from. of ill» fire. " it is noi often that you stay 'll. home of :in evening, and when you doâ€"vhutl l \a‘cll be alone." He shrug ,cd his shoulders. "What would you nivo me talk donut." Our dumbâ€"our difficultiesâ€"our "â€"â€" " Why not ?" she lrrokc in quickly. "If you lnlkcd show them a little often- nr. it. might be all the better. You qecm neither to know nor care anything about them. You are out from morn- ing till night. It is I who have to pro- miss. to ca iole, to lie. first to one per- son and then to another who come here demanding money when I have none to give ihemx Oh. it is’ a charm- ing lifeâ€"mine! N'im itself in a little whi e." " What do you mean t What new trick are vou hatching now i" he demanded. "It is nothing newâ€"it has been in my head for a long time. Shall I tell you what it is: Why not 2" The fin- gers of one hand were still resting on the piano. She struck a note or two carelessly. and then went on speaking as quietly as though she Were mention- ing some trifling detail of eVery day might ll” e. lt will end you call irl; fâ€"a \\'ill~o‘-tlie-wisp." i "And. yet ill; is not a. dream, but a. 'sobcr soilii fact. (is a. very short. time. ‘gwill prove." l raised llel‘ brows; evidently, she was increduloux. “You made sure that; you would win two thousand younds iit Do'm'ustei', whereas you contrived to lose five hundred. You were just. as certain Lllul. you! would win' "What l mu rcfci'riln‘g 1.0 now has nothing to do with hoi'serui-ing." he broke in inipaticnl.ly.â€""l.i~ten .'" lic. added; and with that ho himself llSLl‘ille a. chair and confronted: . her, resting his arms on the back of it. and puffing; ()L’t"l.‘~.l0llillly lll'. his cigar in he talked. “hum aloud. to tell you ll€l)lll(£l.llil‘flg which it was my int/enlioit not to lluvw spoken about till later on; but, ii. matters little “bother you are i told now or £1 lllOIllll hence." llo iizovq : ed hi1. chair nearer to her, and \illtfll he maxi; spokc ii “115 in it lower voice:- "'l'ho younig Earl: of lmniul'ntoii. who is t'llul‘lllolliil)’ rich. is to N1. married on- tin. :17t.li of next month. oi April on» of lie-s llain wellâ€"human firm of London jew- iellci‘s, iii-msupin'iwi lwill shirt for tin: lidi‘l's snot in the noi'lli (‘Jtl‘l'yl‘llg wil i1 him jewelry of the I. i i l I I l | partners. in a cor- l1.» .~t‘lt}-’.'l. vermin."pH-scrim for his bl‘in’c. la til i . . p n U -porlcd, principally lo “10 \Vl‘sl. Indies ; ‘ death or wsuitlly on board, as too often happens, they sct the flag: at half mast and there are sorrow and fore- .boding in the village. Once in the rod and haddock are taken from the pickle in the ship's bold and spread on flakes to dry in the sun. ’l'lmso flakes are scaffolds on short. posts covcl'od with rails or spi'u ‘0. boughs. The great num- ber of llicin on boll) shows and on islands in the harbor inform the vis- itor at, once tllflt Lune-nburg is ll con- tire of the fisherics. (in the Milli by an iissislnntp 'Afler the fish are curcd tlicyarcox- and Brazil. 'l'wcnlyâ€"Si-vcn vcsscls :irc. cngzigcd in this trade. ’l'licy tzilm out fish, lumber and polnlocs, and bring backsull, sugar and molasses. I have talked with the. merchants who engage in this business. They said it was on a very satisfactory basis at prcscnt. 'l'lic Cuban war had wholly stopped traffic. with that island and bowl sugar was taking the place of cane sugar, so llitil. there was loss demand for the lnlli-r. l’oi'lo Rico is ihcir best n'uirkcl., the Fruit-h islands (lzvudziloupu and Marl in~ iquc being moiiopulizcd by French fish- ‘ rerun-n who “"15ch .’l subsidy from the Yilllll‘ of (H'o-l‘. twenty Lillillénnd Imuurls, ; for the. piii‘p oi cnaininii: his lordship: 'l‘htii. mi; 4»! ‘jeuo-li'y will never reach. iL< (ins: in ill :11." Sit-iiiuniu was siziring at him with- I “You would notâ€"-â€"' Fund ibcn :‘llt‘ paused. “Yeml “mild, :lll'l null," ll"1lllH\\'i‘I‘P'l “illl ll F‘llln’icl‘ smile. "i :lll'l (ertnin l'i‘iwn'ls- o: .ninc ham: plunncvl to make. tlizii Lox nu: (I\\ll. This \ill'ilc sclioliii: is. cut. zin-‘l. dried; :ill 1hn arrangement»; in U'llllm'ti-m \i'illi tli-c jolllho-y am known in- uz‘ ; and so carefully have our [ii-’lll“ he :1 \nn‘kcdwmt, that it is nch to llllpliiriz'df. lhzt “c. should fail." ".inl you. ticoi'gn (,‘roflun, ll3:lll'l. lmve sunk to lliisâ€"lliit you \vilic {mi-u eye-u she, exwlzii'iwi Govl-rrinn-ni of ‘lcn francs :i qiiint'il, wliilc llll‘ ownqrs gs-i tl-n confirm-s for PVl‘J‘ji'vllllll,‘ ilwir Vt‘K‘dllh' mil. ’l'brro- forte Ine- lii'cnfli fislicrnu-n ("lll unlit-r- N-il llic English. 'i'lllfl' (,‘AltltY (.‘(lllllS HOME. 'l‘lii-j' 'irc. fine. clipper built vessels. illim‘s- f’sb currinrs. 1w lhcb' are called. ;:ind u'-:Ii'illy [nuke lln- voyage to the _ wm-ks. “to”. -n li‘s. dist-barge l':~l,.’U, rcâ€"ioml will) :ugu‘, “iii .‘ln’l molasses, and um b:in in ilu- home port in six or scz'vn l was much inlci'vslml in one of llir-iii, llio- Muy. which lay at the [lo-in nruriy all last. summer. rcâ€"fiitimr. h'ivirxrli-rl I’m ~ll(k.~’ l'li’l'nuul. of lu‘l‘ by a while squall in “'vsl lndics sczis , the winlo-i‘ lofurc. my hus- 1 \\'Uill:l lo 'UlllL‘. u coilinion robber. :l thief. ‘ a voitcur!” His face darkened ominously. and tho ga<li in his lip looked as large again as it. usumlly did. “What would you have I" he naked with a snarl. cursed ill-luck has driven me to it. cannot starve, neither will I." For a little while neither spoke. "i didn't think you. would take my l " My ‘ the- block m'ii-m-s in n creamy 1 l l nmvs like this. Staph." he said pres-I ently. "Think of the irizc! How is it possible for a man ixed as I am to resist trying to make it his mvni’ One half comes to me because the ' mine. but of course I can't “or out (onfederataq. My share will be worth ten thousand at the very least; and then, hey presto for the New \K'orld and a from: start in life with a clean post office Natalâ€"What say you. Ste-pl) i" "At present, I say than I have said already." she answered coldly. "I must have time to think." “lb no Continuod.) i I l 'l'lu- lel‘I‘Jilw gn'nl of the peninsula. which f4.:‘r:v.~ 11w iwrilu-rn Hllnri- of l,unanbur5:‘~: harbour. r-nds in amuse of binu, rLro-Il Tagged, upturned rocks, again” \i'lll“h in: seninslxn‘ms dashes wxlh lhundurs that “like mirth trrnble and a Hoothr-r of foam that r-lolluca _ while. Itght here. upon the cram. is set the fishing hamlet. of llluc lot-ks of itif'lll. 400 souls when the men are at bliue. but where in the season only wmmen, children and old men an: to bc found. It has been a favourite haunt of mine. whether watching the turmoil of the waters on the r-rxks or the old :iwn )lan IS mending their nets on .i 5’31 worn cliff with-l or the refitting and painting the whal- ers in the huge chasm in the rocks they term the inner harbour. or lista'nin lo Mer of the sea in the little shop :in combined, or arrnugin . the ch‘ldren all down the main “tree nothing more, that 1 my my“. their pi(.,urm_uwm are action and novelty and a [maniac- magoria of shifting scene that must b- experienced to be appreciated it