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_ Will that suit you . M W H+++++++++++++++++++++. IE Tllli “ OLD E SOl‘lERSEl” DEAL i; +++++++++++++++++++++ At the back of Pitt Street, in Sydney, New South Wales, there once stood a large block of busi- ness offices, which for these purpos- es we will call Grenville House, though that is not the correct name. A few years back they were demolished in the course of some public improvements. One doorway in Grenville House was completely surrounded by brass plates containing such leg- ends as “The Blue Point Diamond (0., Ltd.”; “The Never Never Concessions, Ltd.” ; “The Tinta- roo Exploration Co., Ltd.” Alto- gether there must have been nearly twenty of these brass plates, and in a corner of‘ each were the words, “Sydney Agentâ€"Mr. B. Wenter.” To put it plainly, Mr. B. chter was the spider and these brass plates were portions of his web. This gentleman managed to make an excellent income by fraud and trickery, and yet always to evade the clutches of the law. ,His favor~ ite‘ occupation was to get hold of miners just down for a spree from "up country,” with their pockets full of gold, and show them how to enjoy themselves. Much of their wealth was transferred to the peak cts of their astute “guide, and amongst those“ miners who’ knew him he possessed a gaudy name. + i I i; .. In those days the gold fever was at its height, and raw hands flock- ed into the Colony thinking that all they had to do was to buy a shovel and scoop up gold into heaps. These gentlemen were the joy of Mr. Wenter’s heart; they were so trusting and so eager to make mon- ey that on Mr. Wenter’s advice they spent it like waterâ€"water flowed like a waterfall into Mr. Wenter’s banking account. Now it chanced one morning that an elderly man, who looked very ill at ease in a frockâ€"coat suit, and who had plainly stamped on him that he was from up country -â€"â€" it chanced that this gentleman pausâ€" ed outside Grenville House, and began to study the names of the various business men who rented Offices therein. ' ' He meandered slowly along until he came to Mr. Wenter’s door. He read through all the names on the brass plates with a certain amount of trouble, and appeared to be profoundly impressed. From a cor- ner of his office, like the spider in a corner of his web, Mr. chter lurked, and surveyed his prospec~ tive victim with approval. For some moments the new-com- er hesitated, and then pushed open the office door. By now Mr. Wenâ€" for was at his table, scribbling away for dear life. “Good morning, client. . Mr. Wenter continued to Writeâ€" evidently he was so engrossed that he did not hear the salutation. “Good morning, sir,” repeated the stranger, this time in a louder key. “I hope I am not troubling you.’ He made as though to withâ€" draw, which brought Mr. ’chter very quickly to his feet. “Good morning, good morning!” he cried. “Have you been waiting? I am exceedingly sorry, but I have got a big; Government contract in hand, and it has kept me very busy.” “I’ve got a little property for sale,” said Mr. chter’s client. “It’s a mine up beyond Limbula Creek. I’ve stuck at it for many years and saved a few thousand, and now I want to go to the old country to spend them. There’s plenty of gold up at Old Somerset ~â€"that’s the name of the mine, but it wants new machinery and capi- tal. and I don’t feel equal to the strain either on myself or my pock- et. My name is Gregory -â€"â€" John Gregory. Here’s the title-deeds and a map of the country.” He pushed over a roll of papers to .VVenter. “H’m!” remarked Mr. Wentcr. “I dare say I can find you a cus~ tomer if the mine is worth anything ~I must see it first, of course. My terms would be 23.2: . per cent. com- mission on the sale. and expenses. Have you any figure in mind?” “I reckon the mine is worth twenty thousand," replied Mr. Gre- gory. “When it is worked proper- ly it will be worth five times that sum.” “Well, I’ll see what I can do, Mr. Gregory. But, as I said, I must go and see the mine”. “I am at your servme any time this week,” replied th urine-mvucr. ) sir, ’ said the ’ “Shall we say the day after to-l morrow, then ‘2” “That will suit. me,” said Mr. Gregory. “There’s a train to Lim- bula at nine o’clock. We shall get tr the mine then at, about twelve ‘1 that replied Wenter, thought-fully, though he knew he had no other enâ€" gagement: “Then I’ll meet you under the station clock at ten minutes to nine,” remarked Mr. Gregory, and took his leave. “I wonder if there’s anything to be made out of the deal ’3” mutter- ed Wenter. “Anyway, I sha’n’t lose anything by a trip to Limbula, even if I do nothing.” So at the appointed hour he met Mr. .Gregory, and the two men travelled to Limbula. Here Mr. Gregory hired a rough cart and drove across to the Old Somerset Mme. ' “Come along,” he said, leading Wenter to the shaft. ' ‘Lower away, Lily,” he remarked toa black boy in charge of the Windlass. “Yes, boss,” answered the boy, and presently the two men were down in the bowels of the mine. Mr. Gregory led Wenter through various galleries, and the latter speedily saw that, 'as his client had said, the mine was full of valuable ore. He broke off lumps here and there, going well in, in order to see whether the ground had been salt- 60. But it was very evident that the gold was in true vein and that there was nothing whatever suspi- cmus about it. “What does it pan out to the ton Mr. Gregory?” he asked. “Roughly speaking, an ounce and a half to two ounces to the ton, so it is a good paying yield. ’Even now I’ve gone so far” -â€" Mr. Gregory paused and looked round thoughtfullyâ€"â€"â€"“even now I am half inclined to buy the machinery and work the mine for another year. “I wish I had your chance,” said Wenter. “You’d work it, would you ‘2” “Not me. If I had the money this will sell for I’d go straight across to the old country and en- joy myself for the rest of my days ” “Perhaps you’re right,” replied Gregory. I’ve roughed it pretty considerably all my life so far; it’s about time I had a little comfort. Shall we go up now, or would you like to go round again ’4” “No, thanks,” Wenter replied; “I am quite satisfied. I’ll do my best to make a deal for you.” “Right; I hope you will,” Mr. Gregory remarked. Then he shoutâ€" ed up the shaft, “Hoist up, Lily: “You seem to have a good many hands on your mine,”- Mr. “lenter remarked, as they drove away. “Oh. bless you, they’re not all mine. There isn’t enough work for me to keep many,” Mr. Gregory answered. ‘ ‘ When Wentei arrived at his of- fice again he pondered considerably over the matter in question. Here was a mine teeming with gold, which only required capital to work it. Surely he could find someone to buy it at a good figure. There was every prospect of his making a heavy profit over the transaction. “Let me see,” he muttered, “Gregory wants twenty thousand for it. Supposing I get someone to offer twenty-five or thirty thou- sand for it, and then tell Gregory I can’t find a customer, but that I’m willing to buy it myself and hold it until I can sell it again. I dareâ€" say he would take fifteen thousand if I offered to waive my commission and expenses. By gum!” he rubbed his hands and his fiinty little eyes shone with glee. “By gum! that would be ten thou~ sand pounds or more in my pocket for less than ten hours of my time.” He picked up the morning paper and saw that the next mail was due to arrive three days hence. “Good l" he muttered. “I’ll draw up a catchy advertisement.” He proceeded to write a para- graph pointing out the desirability of all people anxious to purchase mining properties coming to him. Then he strolled down to the news- paper ofiice and made arrangeâ€" ments for it to appear for the rest of the' week. . On Thursday the liner came in, and on Friday a gentleman called on Mr. Wenter. He was a tall, aristocratic-looking man, faultless- ly dressed in the latest London fashion. “Awâ€"~I saw your â€"- aw ~ ad- vertisement,” he said, speaking in that peculiar drawl which one as- sociates with blue blood. “My name is Craven. I came over on the Ilen- bigh Castle. -â€"â€"aw-one of these mines.” handed Mr. Wentcr a card. “Yes, sir,” said the agent. “I dare say I can fit you up. I’ve got a number of desirable mining properties‘on hand.” As a matter of fact he had only got the Old Somerset Mine. “You soc-~awâ€"â€"I don’t want to make a beastly splash. Funds are wau’vâ€"smnewhat limited, doncher- know. Now just trot out some of these chaps. First of all, though, I don’tmawâ€"ewant to be far away from Sydney. a hundred miles.” I ”.'\-ll, that limits me,” said Mr. Iâ€"-awâ€"-want to buy H 0 “Yes, I think I can manage it,”I Notâ€"uwâ€"more than _ Wenter, diplomatically. “Nearly all my properties are farther away than that. But I’ve got a first- class one up beyond Limbula; that’s about seventy-five miles away.” “That’s the ticket,” remarked Mr. Craven. “Trot it out.” Then Mr. Wenter went into de- tails. He enlarged enthusiastical- IV on the Old Somerset Mine. His language was so eloquent that he completely carried away his listen- er. “Awâ€"by Jove! that-sounds deu- cedly ripping,” cried Mr. Craven. “But you’ll wantâ€"awâ€"more than I can go to for it, I expect.” “If. you gave me some idea of what you could afford, I dare say I could meet yon.” said Mr. Wen- ter. “By the way, have you lunch- ed'l If not, will you lunch with me? These little matters are bet- ter arranged over. a bottle of wine.” ' To be Cintinued.) ____,.___ ,X‘ _, _..__. A CURE FOR . RHEUMATlSM .__... 1119 Trouble Yields to the Rich. Red. Blood Dr. Williams’ Pink I’lllll Actually Make. Ask any doctor and he will tell you that rheumatism is rooted in the blood; that nothing can cure it that does not reach the blood. It is sheer waste of money and time to try to cure rheumatism with lini- ments and lotions that only go skin deep. You can speedin cure rheu- matism with Dr. William's’ Pink Pills, which enrich the blood, drive cut the poisonous acid and loosen the stiffened, aching joints. Among the thousands of rheumatic suffer- ers cured by Dr. Williams, Pink Pills is Mr. W. A. Taylor, Newâ€" castle, N. 13., who says :â€"â€"For a number of years I was a great sufâ€" ferer from rheumatism which was seated in my shoulders and knee joints. I tried liniments and blis- tering, but with no effect. In fact the trouble was getting worse, an‘d my knee joints grew so stiff thI‘. they would snap if I stooped, and I could scarcely straighten up. Al- together I was a terrible sufferer, and nothing I did or took gave me any relief until I began the use of Dr. Williams’ Pink Pills. I took the Pills steadily for a couple of months and every vestige of the trouble disappeared. That was two years ago, and as I have had no return of the troubleI feel safe in assuming that the cure is perâ€" manent.” Nine-tenths of the common ailâ€" ments that afflict humanity are due to had blood, and as Dr. Williams’ Pink Pills actually make new blood, that is the reason they cure so many different troubles, such as anaemia, indigestion, rheumatism, eczema, neuralgia, St. Vitus dance, paralysis and the ailments of girl- hood and womanhood with all their distressing headaches, backaches and irregularities. Sold by all me- dicine dealers or by mail at 500 a box or six boxes for $2.50 from The Dr. Williams’ Medicine Co., Brock- ville, Ont. ...._..- ",1. GAME F01}. SPANISH KIN G. Alfonso Will Follow lnglisli Me- thods of Game Preserving. It would seem that the King of Spain was much impressed by what he saw in England 'last shooting season in regard to English methods (f game preserving, and is desirous of turning his experience to good account in his own country. “His private estate, known as the Casa do Campo,” says the Field, “con- sists of two large parks, one of be- tween 5,000 and 6,000 acres, and an- P other said to be seventy miles in circumference, fenced in with a high wall. Pheasants do well there, and red-legged partridges are numer- ous. With a view to increasing the number of pheasants and improv- ing the shooting generally, his Ma- jesty has commissioned an English sportsman, W. W. Watts, to organ- ize matters for the coming game season and give the necessary in- structions to the head keepers. Mr. Watts has already taken with him to Spain 2,000 pheasants’ eggs and a good supply of hens" eggs and live fowls, so that, if all goes well, the shooting next season will be a revelation to Spanish sportsmen, especially if the keepers are in- structed, as no doubt they will be, to get rid of some of the furred and feathered vermin, which are said to be numerous.” s J}. There are now 19,000 miles of railways in Mexico. The Maoris of New anland new number 42,000 odd. Honcycombs 18 feet high are built by the giant bees of India. l SOME ROYAL HOMlClDES GRIM srcnins OFIEUROPEAN covers. ‘ Murders Committed by Princes of the Blood Royal and. Noth- ing Said. In the old days Royalty thieved and swmdlcd and murdered pretty much as they liked. They are not supposed to do such things nowâ€"- perhaps because they. are much morestrietly looked after. But even in these modern times Princes of the Blood Royal have taken the lives of their fellow-men. It is al- ways an accident, of course; at least, so the officral journals say, if they say anything at all, says Pearson’s Weekly. _Only the other day an aged Ser- v1an peasant received an official no- tice that his son, a private in the Servian Army, was dead, and that the body was being sent home for burial. Nothing was said as to the cause of death, and when the coffin arrived the old man insisted on hav- ing it opened. On the lid being re~ moved, the soldier‘s family were amazed to find a bullet wound in the body. Suspicious of foul play were aroused. Inquiries were made and at last the truth was dragged from the reluctant officials. ! An officer, they said, had been practising with his revolver, and, seeing the soldier with a cigarette in his month, he had betted that he could knock the tobacco ash from the tip of the cigarette. He raised his revolver, firedâ€"and missed. “Who was the officerâ€"tho man who murdered my son ’1” the old man asked. They tried to put him off with all sorts of explanations, but at last he forced them to answer his ques- tion. 7 “It was His Highness the Crown Prince!” Last July a hunting party, which included the Emperor of Austria, went to shoot at Mitten \Veissenâ€" bach, near Ischl. In a surprisingâ€" 1y 'short time they returned to Ischl, one of the party having been in- jured. REGAL COMPENSATION ! An “inspired” communication was later sent to the Press to the effect that Baron Krieghammer, Minister of War for the Austro- Hungarian Empire, had fallen while shooting and injured himself. The Baron, who was an old man of seventyâ€"five, lingered for some time in great agony, but ten days after the accident he died. The public accepted the official account of the affair and promptly forgot about it. Some weeks after- wards the facts began to filter through from Court circles, and without it actually becoming public property, the real story of that fa- tal expedition was whispered cau- tiously about in Vienna. The true facts were simply that,l about a quarter of an hour after the party had started, the Emperor’s grandson, Prince George of Ba- varia, fired the first shot, hitting Baron Krieghammer in the thigh. The Minister fell to the ground with a groan. Francis JoScph, who rushed to his assistance, found him lying in a pool of blood. The unfortunate Minister was carried back to lschl, where at- tempts were made to remove the bullet. The official version of the accident was. only issued when it was seen that the Baron’s'case was hopeless, and. that recovery was im- possible, . » If a motorist who runs down and kills anyone may be classed as a murderer, then at the present mo- ment a murderer sits on a Euro- ean throne. While travelling in his motorâ€"car at Pernersdorf, the King of Saxony ran over a farmer named Starcke. The man was killed almost instant- ly. King Frederick, who was one of the principals in the most unâ€" pleasant Royal scandal of recent years, was urged to grant some sort of compensation to the dead man’s family. With truly regal magnifi- cence, his Majesty generously offer- co‘ them three hundred dollars! WAS KING LUDWIG MAD? The final tragedy of Ludwig II. of. Bavaria has never been satisfacâ€" torily explained, and as both the chief actors are dead, it must ever remain a historical mystery. Briefly, the affair happened in this way: Ludwig had been pro- nounced mad. He was deposed and taken by Dr. Von Gudden, a speciâ€" alist in insanity, to the Castle of Berg on the Lake of Starnberg. One evening the King and the doctor went out walking together -â€"and they never came back. Some hours later their bodies were found floating in the lake. No one knows how they came there. communicatious" said that Ludwig had thrown himself into the lakc,l WHAT BlG LINERS EAT‘ BURN UP ONE HUNDRED TONS OF COAL PER DAY. ._._._ Stupendous Figures Concerning Coal, Steam, Water and Air Consumed. Wonderment at the dimensions of the two great liners, Lusitania and Maurctania, has subsided. It is taken for granted that nothing is too great in size to float the Atlan- tic, and that the limitations of speed of the liner of the future easily may be that of the limited railroad train. But in the period of interest in these two great sister ships some of the most startling of facts con- cerning them were not accessible to the public. The stupendous figures concerning coal, steam, and water consumed by one of these leviathans only recently are leaking out for the wonderment of the world. That such giant vessels could be propelâ€" led through the water at 25 miles an hour and more day after day hinted at an enormous consump- tion of coal. Here are some of the concrete figures. STORE 7,000 TONS FOR TRIP. In the bunkers of one of these vessels 7,000 tons of coal are stored for the Atlantic trip. This means that 145 coal cars of 100,000 pounds capacity each would be required to load these bunkers to their capa- city. This. would require five mon- ster locomotives and the crew of five trains to deliver this one loading of coal at the docks. How much of this coal is burned on the average trip is known to only a few privileged persons. But it is known that in round figures each vessel consumes 1,000 tons, or 2,- 000,000 pounds, of coal each twenty- fc-ur hours. In each ship are twen- ty-five boilers, each with its yawn- ing firebox underneath seething under forced draft. This means that into each of these furnaces 80,000 pounds of coal must be fed every twenty-four hoursâ€"the ca pacity, virtually, of the greatest coal car in railway service. Each pound of coal should de- velop nine pounds of steam. This gives 1,800,000 pounds of steam which passes every twenty-four hours through the ship’s turbines. This steam as generated and held for power stands at a pressure of 200 pounds tot-he square inch. At this pressure a pound of steam oc- cupies about two cubic feet of boiâ€" ler space, which indicates 1,080,000 cubic feet of steam through the en- gines every hour. Six hundred and twenty-four thousand pounds of water a minute are necessary to slake the thirst of» the great boilers. This is 450,000 tons of water in twenty-four hours, or 100,800,000 gallons a day. The average consumption of water in the cities is thirty-five gallons a day fer each inhabitant, so that the needs of one of these passenger ships is equal to the needs of a city of almost 3,000,000 population. In the furnaces twenty pounds of.» air are required to consume a pound of coal. Thus twenty tons of air must be driven through the grates of the furnaces every day. 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They are as good as a doctor in the home.” Sold by medicine dealers or by mail at 25c a box from The Dr. Williams’ Medicine 00., Brockville, Ont. and that Dr. Von Gudden had lost his life in trying to 1‘05C116_,)l‘lll]1. But how, then, can one explain the scratches on Von Guddcn’s face and the bruise. as though from the blow of a list? The King must have hated him, for it was he who, with diabolical tactlessness, told him bluntly that; he was mad. Terrible things were whispered. The story most widely believed was "Inspired that Ludwig had drowned his com- panion, and then, in a frenzy of madness, plunged into the lake, ‘\ d uks- w. ‘7'}- . 1?“)