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', but I rk of fend- ltily events mains: fly p: who bill 1) to to er “ No, darling, but they can take advantage of my absenceâ€"9r deathâ€"to persecute and worry you ”â€" He broke off suddenly, and bitterly: “ I wish to God, Margarita, your father would look at this matter in a. rea. - sonable light and let us be married at once. 1 could then take you to my friends in the interior, where you would be safe, and I could plunge heart and s‘ml into the revo- lutlionj” “ But mvself, Philipe ! Can my father or the pad 3 either force me to marry a. man whom} hate-oespecially when I love anoth- .He sighed and answered. “ Never mind little one,” then went on more practically as they walked side by side, one of his arms around her waist, and the other linked through the pony’s bridle: “I know all about- Garza’s revolt, sweetheart, and am heart and soul with him. My only fear is concerning you. 1 fear that entering the service will take me entirelv away from you. “’e do not know how long i: will last, nor what it: may bring forthâ€"exile. imprison- ment, death perhaps. Then, shall I tell you the truth? I fear Si Murdock. I know he loves you, and hates me, and that your father favours his suit.” Phllipe looked proudly and tenderly into her eyes. Then folding her again to his heart said: “ No !” “No, what, dearest; ‘3" she asked, looking up _as him. “ At home from my father and the padre. They talk Garza and la. libertad all the day and night, Philipe. I listen and resolve ‘now shall my Philipe prove to them what a. brave and noble man he is! Now shall he join the revolutionary forces, and by gallant deeds rise up, tipâ€"captain, colonel, general, commander-in-chief, who knows ?â€"till my father will be proud to take his hand and Say ; here is my poorlittle Margarita. Don Philipe Ornendez, take her if she be good enough for thee.’ And then the dear padre will bless us and make us one. Among the moat respectable and reliable Term-Mexican citizens during the Garza raids was One Senor Don Camillo, whose ranch was tucked away in a bend of the Rio Grande, about half-way between Brownsville and Laredo. This ranch was a. cozy enough place when the Gulf breezes sang through its peach orchards and the mesquite grass grew green to the doorstep, and the bluejays and mocking-birds swam and sang in the sunshine. A fit setting, indeed, it seemed, for old Camillo’s mother- less daughter, the handsome Margarita. A strange, new phase of life was old Ca- millo’s talk of war to the innocent Mar- garita whose maly conception of battle was the bold raid cf the rangers after a. horse thief, a fence cutter or a road agent. She listened to the grave talk of her father and the padre, as she ground her tortillas, or sat in the sunshine stringing the long “ \Vhy, what a. little plotter you are !" exclaimed Plnilipe, kissing her again. “ \\'here and when have you learned all these State secrets?” “ L5. Golandrina,” the song which to the Mexicans is the same as our “ Home, Sweet Home ” to us : “ Everything,” she answered, proudly; “even that on this revolutionary ladder of Garza’s favor you. my Philips, must rise to the less honorable but to us more important favor of my father.” Camillo’s disapprobation of her lover was the one wrinkled leaf in the rose bed cf the happy Margarita’s life, and quick leapt her eager, loving little heart to a. plan of reveal- ing her Philipe in his true light to her father. She could scarcely await the passage of each long sunny Spring day till Sunday should bring her lever. But at last the day came. She helped old Margo about her work all the morning, in order to kill time ; then she strolled ofl', languid of foot, but eager of heart, toward the river. As soon as she was out of sight ofthe house she ran, skim- ming along the trail by theriver, tothe place where shewns in the habit of meetmnghilipe. Soon she heard the sound of his horse’s feet, keeping time to his voice as he was singiu g “ r9 cal-)ndn:no )1 len an.‘n .‘cn:nl. ‘A 4.1-.. pods of chile into scarlet festoons, and her Spanish heart thrilled at, the mention of such high-sounding words as “right,” “liberty,” “ adventure” and “booby.” She almost wished that she were a. man, so she might swell the rank of the demanding people. As it was, she would wait, till Sunday and tell Philipe about it. I’hilipe was her lover, a. young sheep herder. whom because of his empty purse and lowly calling, old Camillo thought not: a. worthy suitor for his daughter’s hand. She hid behind a tree and waited till he was just opposite her; then springing for- ward, caught his bridle rein and demanded in mock bravado : “ Quien vive l” “No, senor I” shewent on teasingly, try- ing to free herself from his clasp. ‘ “Not. Margarita, but a. friend of Garza ! The pass word of your life !” “That and that !” said Philipe, kissing her on each cheek. “ Now tell me what you know a_bout Garza !” Philipe Unendez was the type of a. pecul- iar class of men in the \Vest. Though not educated, his mind was stored with the very best kind of knowledgeâ€"the knowl- edge which comes of experience, indepen~ deuce of thought and reflection. Herding his sheep on the still mesas, alone, with creatures dumb only as to human speech, communing with the wind, the sun and stars, reading of the great writers; he had arrived at conclnsmns and defined meanings which could not be false, having nature and mind at their base. “ Margarita. l” exclaimed Philipe, dis- mougting and tgkiug her in his arms. Having been drilled in the public schools in the foundation of language, he was en- abled to appreciate hooks, which, as he had them not in superabundance,‘were to him treasures not to be lightly thought of. Yet he lived on simply and crudely. He. had tried when he was younger to live in town, clerking in a. dry goods store, and availing himself of “ society ” as it is in a. border Texas town, but he could not endure it. It was during this attempt at “ civilization ” that he had met Margarita. Camilla. a. shy little maiden attending the convent in the same town, spending her Saturdays and Sundays at the house where Philipe was boarding. ' The two untamed young hearts had leaped warm to each other, and both had gone back gladly to the prairies, t-he herds, the freedom and beauty of ranch life. 9, THE SENORITA’S WW. 3’1 Adonda ira. vcl oz 3' fauizoda. Ln. golandrina que (la. aqui si v21? 0‘ 8‘. en el aire gemera. extraviuda Buscando abigo y no lo escountrara, The little family was at supper. Bene- vides,his wife,a.nd a. little pale-faced 2-year. old child which Margarita. had nursed back to life. In a rough cradle lay another child, a. 2-week’s old baby. Margarita, quickly explaining the situation, instructed Bene- vides to hurry to her home and bring her own pony from the corral. “ You shall see,” she cried. “Stay here. I will fly” â€"a.n:l the Chaparral closed behind her before he could answer. In and out she went through the tangled, flesh-tearing brush, as sure footed and keen sighted as a. deer to Benevides’ house. “ You are right, Margarita!” he cried, his eyes flashing and his heart burning to ride up to the house and shoot down m his tracks the villain who would rob and out- rage him in his absence. “ I will at least talie you to a place of safety with my friends.’ “You, darling? You cannot. “'e are watched and hunted like wild beasts. we are spied upon and betrayed,and shot down without mercy. A woman along ! It is out of the question.” “ But I will not. be a. woman 2” “ \Vhat do you mean 1'” “ That I will be a. man ; a. Mexican pat- riot, as you are. See how tall and strong I am, I can shoot, ride, endure. I must go! Then you do not know what you would leave me to, Philipe. Si Murdock is new closeted with my father. The padre, too, is against me. I would rather die with you in the war than to, to”â€" “Leave her to me; I will send for the padreand set him to work on her. She fears and respects the holy church as she never will man, he he father or husband.” .‘Iargarita walked down the river trail. She had no real hope of meeting Philipe there, for she had been there every after- noon for the past three weeks and no Philipe had come to meet her. As she pushed the brush away thh bozh hands she was startled by a horse’s head thrust over hers. She looked up, and behold ! It was Stranger. Philipe’s own pony, and there was Philipe lying face downward on the earth. Was he dead? Merciful heaven ! She sprang to his side and he started and looked up. Then they were weeping in each other’s arms. “ It, was my first and probably last chance to see you! ” he said.“ I have been ordered to t}. e interior, and am now on my way _to the lower Rio G1ande.”- 7“I will go away with you, Philipe,” she saidfmide‘nlyT “ Leave her to me ; I will padre_and set him to work fears and respects the holy never will man, be he father “What is to he done, senor?” asked Mnrdock,as though some refractory colt had refused the girth and bridle. “ He will not.” sighed Margarita. “ No, he will not,” echoed Philipe. They hadturned of? the main trail and had reached a. little nook in the brush where they were wont to have these meet- ings. Seated upon the ground they chatted and made love, as happy, heedleSs lovers ever did and ever will. _ It was near sunset with they parted; he to gallop back to Laredo and she to stroll by a rcnter's cabin on hermy home, so that her conscience no less than her face might be at ease when she told her father that she had been to see Benevides’ sick child. So the border war raged, covert it is true and striking in the dark and from the thicket, yet strikinghard enough to make its blows felt by two great nations. Vague- ly it was felt by the United States, and es- pecially so as it occurred at a. time when the entire country was up in arms against Chili and her alfront to the American flag. Scarcely more keenly was it felt in old Mexico, where Diaz sat not quite so comfort- able on his throne called chair, and his people scowled and whispered in the sec- recy of their adobe walls of insurrection against tvranny. Still more keenly was this littlerancorous war of the Chaparral felt on the border of fexas, the hospitality of whose soil had been abused by malrmgnt the battlefield of a nation at war With it- "‘Jusb so long as he pleases, my daughter and you are so foolish as not to encourage him.” The girl turned and walked slowly away from them. “Because He country. which as I do.” “Father !" she cried, wrenching her hand away, and springing up with flaming eyes and cheeks. "Ho“? long. senor, am I 50 be persecuted by tyis man 1*” she asked excitedly: Murdock was a -scout-.--‘a white man of good family and some money. His father" was a. well-to-do ‘ra-nchman, and .Si ‘had been sent to St. Louis to school, but hank learning had passed through his head as the tone of a love song passes through runs'yn'r pathetic ears. He was born of and-for the prairies, the chapsaral,'and the cactus. He knew every inch of Southern Texas, from the Rio Gmnde to the Sabine. Yet when it came to putting his knowledge into practical use for his country’s good Si weakened. He was simply a vain, boastful fellow, fond of sporting firearms ant “ cut- ting a iigger.” For the sake of gratifying this vainglory of his he had gone to Austin and got out special ranger papers, signed duly by the Adjutant-General of Texas, which papers authorized him to wear arms and take a hand in the well ordering of his country whenever and wherever the occasion demanded it. On the strength of this authority he proceeded to buckle on his six shooter and bowie knife, and to strut about very importantly among his neighbors. He had come over to old Don Camillo’s this afternoon, more to “ show off ” to Margarita than for any better purpose. “Neither has happened, Si Murdock,” she answered wearily. “Then why has he not come to see you, or written 01_' sent a. 111essage._”’ 01d Camilla came hobbling {mm the house, querulous and dIOWS)’._ self. little ranch was all out of tune} with its mocking birds and peach blossoms. Old Cumillo was solicitous for his daughter’s safety ; the padre was his adviser, and Si Murdock pushed his suit unblushingly, while his more patriotic' rival was in the field. -Si ignJred her repulse. “But, Mar- garita,”he urged, “one of two things has happened to l’hilipe. He is either dead or cares no more to see you.” “You shall marry me !” said Si, seizing her hand. The girl Had groin {11211 and pale, but a, new-born hope or resolution shone in her eyes. “ I wish not. to see thee, Si Murdock, nor to speak to thee,” she said. dropping into the use of the old-fashioned pronoun as she spoke English. is too busy liberating his will not await his pleasure “Poor fellow!” she said, nestling her head on Philipe’s shoulder. “You have had no rest. and are shivering for the neer'l “That’s the way to do it, Cap’n,” said some one in the rear. “ Yes, it ain’t every man that gets great- ness thrust upon him in that style,” said another. Si had to take this chafi' with the best grace possible,»z ‘ t he sadly wished that he had been co 1: with plain citizenship and not got. out_fhose special service papers. Away in the Ionesorrfe Chaparral Mirga- rita. sleptflmr dreamless slumber-s undisturb- ed by memory of Si Murdock. Even in her sleep she felt Philipe near and was comfort- ed. The dawn came faint in the east, yet Philipe had not the heart to waken her. But his judgment stepped in to bias the decrees of love, and leaving his post he laid his lips on her forehead. “ Waken, dear- est,” he said soft-1y. “ It is daylight, and we must be goiiig.” "All right, Mr. Murdock,” he said, “we are just hunting a. man like you. I see you are a. reliable scout. We want to get to the nearest: safe crossing on the river. Just; fall in and lead the way.” “ Butâ€"er”â€" Si began. “ Never mind about your clothes, or your not having had a. shave. No apologies needed. I’ve seen gentlemen like you-be- fore, Mr. Murdock ; mostly in towns, how- ever. Fall in, please !” She sat. 11p'self3possessed and greatly re- freshmi. \Vhile the wife brought the clothes Mar- garita. stood before the little cracked mirror and cut off her beautilul long hair just even with the nape of the neck, as the “ Greasers” wear theirs. ' The clothes fitted her admir- ably, except an extra. length to the toes of her boots, which the wife filled out with cotton. When the costume was complete the two women had a hearty laugh, notwith- standing the serious nature of the undertak- ing. Hurriedly belting on her pistol and cartridges, M argarita. kissed the wife and the little ones and started for the rendezvous. They arrived there at almost the same min- ute. Beuevides had taken his own saddle, which he had hid in the brush on the road- side, While he. went up to the house to get the horse, so all was read for the. mount. The pony shrank from lV rgarita’s hand on the bridle, until she said, “ Why Mio Bon- ito. dost though not know thy mistress?” Then the pony rubbed his head against her shoulder as much as to say ; “ Ah, my lady, men may he misled by strange clothes anicropped hair, but not a. horse.” So thése {we-free Iances r-ude along, too much absorbed in the issues of the war to 'think of each other and their mutual dan- ‘Si‘cr. ' Nervously Si drew his precious paperq and handed them to the captain. McNeei exagnined them carefully, at the same time takmg m the appearance and cha‘acter of the bearer. Philipé was almost speechless at the suc- cess of the transformation. “ We must hurry Margarita,” was all he said. “ I must be in Brownsville by tomorrow noon.” He wrung Benevides’ hand. “ I Will see that you are paid full price for your outfit, my friend,” he said gratefully, and away went the two gay calmlleros to the W_a.r._ “ Where'is Senor Garza. ‘3” asked Marga.- rita, as they rode along in the dusk. “ In Mexico,” “ \Vhat- is he doing there? ”‘ “ \lustering secret; hoops in the capital.’ “ But suppose they should capture him?” \Iargaxita asked “ He’ll never be taken ali\ e, and if they should kill him a. hundred capable men would spaing up to take his place.” Dusk came. The cows came up and low- ed outside the pen ; their calves set up a. plaintive bleating outside, and old Margot wavidled down to. them with her tin pails and calf rope. The cackling chickens sought their meats. and great droves of Paradise birds settled down in the trees for the night. The long red lines of the setting sun fell slanting along the parched fields, and peach tree aisles, and the mnrmuring voice of the river came clear and soothing on the twilight air. Creek, creek, ereak, went old Camillo’s rocking chair, and nod, nod, nod, went his drowsy head. Once he thought he heard footsteps about the fence, but they were dim, and the air was so soft, and the birds’ chatter was so monotonous, and the river’s song was so sweet, he slept on, and recked not of war or treachery. Si Murdock rode briskly, but had not gone more than three miles when he heard the tramp of mwny horses’ feet and the sound of voices. His first impulse was to run, his second tohide his arms, his third to pat his breast: pocket containing the papers, and put cn a. look of loyal cztizen- Shlp. “Who goes there ‘2” called the volce of V The night, grew dark and threatened rain. Toward midnight Margarita. grew \‘cr’y tired and faint, but Philipe cheered her up and persuaderkher to take occasion- al sips Of the \x’llislzéy which he had in his canteen. About; 3 o'clock in the morning Pbilipe said : “ I see that you are utterly worn out, darling. “’0 will stop and let you have a. little rest before daybreak, for then we can- not afford to stop a. minute, but must push on as fast; as we can, trying to :woxd both b! no ferrulam _znjmy troops and the Rangers.’_’ In, the meantime Si Murdock had lett’ the Cam'illo ranch without; waiting for .Mar- gaiita, being in truth afraid to be out alone after dark. 01d Camille had returned to his chair on the veranda, supposing that Margarita. had gone to Benevides’ as usual, and"would be back for supper; “ I Wouldn’t; ihind tine Rangers,” th'e girl answered and smiled. “ Things are different- with us, now, my dear,” Philipe answered. sighing. Turn- ing into the thicket, he soon made her com- fortable with the two blankets and his over- coat. “ Sleep. sweetly, little one, he said kiss- ing her and tucking the coa‘rse covering abouL her neck. “I will keep guard, and the ponies are ready to mount at an instant’s warning." She was asleép in a. few fair, sweet face gleaming aggingg the t]1ic1::e_t._ _ Vl’hilipc sat; with his back against a tree and his eyes fixed on her, while his keen ears took in every fall of a. leaf or flutter of a bird in the thizket. moments. her like a. flower She held his coat. while he put it on, then buttoned it up, giving him a. kiss for each of the three buttons. “ That: warms me !” he said smiling, and turned to help her on her horse, but: she stopped him as she said laughingly: ‘ “'hat would the Rangers think if they should see one Greaser helpipg an_o_t.her 011_his;gon ‘2” 9f you; chat. How selfish and thoughtless “Damn you!” he hissed, turning on Mur- dock and plunging at him with drawn knife, which the captain seized, having al- ready taken possession of his pistol and n e She sprang to‘he; saddle and he followed suit. They travelled quite briskly for about an hour and a. half. This brought them into the country of Hidalgo, near a. place called Four Corners. “ You’re a. liar I” broke in one of the men “ He was aiming at no one. He intended to surrender. I believe you know the men and had some personal grudge against them !” They “:et'e intéi‘rup'teduby a piercing shriek. which cut the hearts of even those death-familiar men. “ Dead ! dead ! my darling! my Mar- garita ! Murdered by him 2” At this Si Mur- dock threw himself from his horse. Ph ilipe had tom open the girl’s clothing to stand) the wound, and her beautiful white breast; was exposed, clotted with the still oozing blood. Pale and trcmlfiing Si Murdock sank upon the ground. \Vhile Margarita. chattered on, merry in spite of her danger, Philipe kept. his head partially turned,a.nd seemed to be listening to something behind th_egn. “That is out of our course,if you want; to reach Santa. Juanita,” she isaidt Capt MENeel turned to his men and said : “ There was no need of firing that shot. Who did it ?” N 0 one answered. . “Who shot this boy?” the captain again asked, and this time the new scout answer- ed: “ I did.” “ What did you do it for 2” “ The other one was aiming at me. I re- turned his fire. I did not mean to kill that one. ” “ Suppose'we tum 03' here a. little, Mar- garita,” he said, leading the way almost at. right angles to that they had been travel- ling; “ Not much, and it is less liable to be traveled " ~ - 2 “ You are uneasy, Philipe,’ she said. “You are not wise to keep things from me; I’ve been watching your face, and I know you are wormed. What i9 it; ‘2” But Philipe was not listening. He had dismounted and laid the dying girl on the ground. He longed to throw himself he- side her and put a. bullet through his own heart, but he dared not arouse suspicion as to her sex. “Leave me alone ! It is all the mercy you can 31*. 0w me now,” he pleaded, as he forced some whisky between Margarita’s lips, while her pony came nearer, neighing and trying to touch his mistress. “\Vell, I think I heard horses’ feetâ€"a. good many of them. .11; maybe a. herd of cattle, it may be the troops or Rangers,and it :nayfie our own men.” By tlns time the sound was drawing so near that Margarita. herself could I ear it. “ It Is not our men, ” Philipe continued. “ How do you know?” “ '1 he horses are large footed, and I can not __quit_e tell which way they are coming." Right in the muzzle of Philipe’s pistol Capt. McNeel rode quickly and alone to his side. The Rangers halted, their rifles lowered and the captain said something to him, but as he spoke a form darted from the rear, and Philipe saw Si Murdock’s murderous face before him. Bang ! went a gun and Philipe, stunned, terrified, heard a cry and a gurgle behind him. He whirled around and caught Margarita in his arms as she fell from her saddle shot through the breast. Drawing her from her horse to his pommel, he held her against him and emptied every shot of his revolver into the ranks of the enemy. They would have made short business of his life had not: firi_nrg._”r They had left; what might be called a. trail in that trailless country, and were huddled out; of sight in a. denser growth off to one side. The tramp of hoofs grew nearer, and there soon came in view aband of rangers following the course they had taken. Wheeling his horse sidewise in front of hers, Philipe prepared to sell their lives as as dearly as possible. Yet, thinking of the sweet; life in his charge he weakened, and called out clearly, “\Ye surrender !” “There is some mistake here,” he said. “I heard you offer surrender.” The section they had just crossed from the trail was thickly grown with low brush and mesquite grass. It was possible that the Rangers might not notice the break in the tracks and continue their forward course. The minutes seemed hours to Phil- ipemnd he grew almost an old man in those terrible seconds 0*: anxiety. Like a suc- cession of flash lights there darted through his mind the hundred different and equally perilous things to do. He thought of the girl’s peaceful and protected life at home, and for the first time blamed himself for bringing her away. He feared to con- tinue into the jungle, for fear the sound of the cracking brush would attact attention. If he had been alone he would have given up to them, depending upon the plausibility of his appearance as a harmless traveler, to- gether with such corroborating evidence as he was sure to get from any of the Mexicans in that section. But the girlâ€" Into the brush they plunged, the noise of its snapping drowning in their ears the sound of their pursurers. On and on blindly and desperately they plunged, the sensible horses choosing the clearest way, while the riders dogged the brush. Once turning his head Philips saw the blood trickling down Margaritas face, where a. thorn had scraped the tender skin clean across the cheek. That in itself hurt him worse than a pistol shot. The girl’s face was white. Yet her lips were firm and she whispered something cheering to him as they came side by side. They must have run this way fully a. mile when they heard the brush cracking close behind them, and knew that the {angers were upon them. ' The Rangers hesitated, stopped and look- cd to the right and left. In two minutes they_ game galloping that way. “'Now t'o rfin Yor our “"85!” he said, quickly tightening the girth of Margarita’s saddle, “ They are tracking us,’ ’Philipc said. “ H91 y mopheradilept _me what; to do lj’ their captain commanded “cease Philipe and‘ Murdock each nfuaing to give any further information on the sub- ject, the former was arrested and the latter given to understand that he would have to account for firing without orders. cried.- “Murdered a. woman, you brute; swgred the cqptgin. “ Contmue the march 1” commanded the Captain, and they pushed on into Browns~ ville Philipe sullenly holding the dead girl in his arms, and apparently oblivious to everything else, until his eyes fel} upon Murdock. H Theh his face became purple with rage a'nd agony, and he said: ___ 1‘1 1- .1 ' ,,AA_. 7“7Wc:3’llvxheet in a. fair field before this war is over, and when we do uexther man not God shall keep me from killing you 1” I: Was tnsportsmanlike, but Then Jules Tristan Was Mad. \Vell, I’m sorry we missed that caribou,” said my guide, ‘f but I bet we can came one.” Misleading statements have been printed concerning Lady Henry Somerset’s owner- ship of licensed shops and inns where intox- icating liquors were sold, which seemed rather inconsistent with her zeal in the :em- perance cause, It is now some 10 years since Lady Somerset inherited her father’s property, and though she has closed eight of the licensed houses at the expiration o f the leases, several other landlords still hold ground leases which have not as vet expir- u ed, with the licenses of h'hich Lady Henry has no rioht to interfere. I was on a hunting trip with Jules Tria- tan in the neighborhood of Eagle Lake. The third day out he had struck thetrack of a. caribou, sighted it once or twice, but never came near enough to get a. shot. though for eighteen hours we trumped and ploughed our way through the thick woods and treacherous undergrowth on the trail Our camp was pitched on the shore of a small pond, and the country around it was thickiy timbcred. A couple of miles to the north Jules had noticed a. caribou run, lead- ing in from the foothills to the water, and it was along this pathway winding in and out among the trees like a. clearly defined mule trail that he proposed to put his p131: iut_o operatiox}. “ Go ahead,” I said, though I was a. trifle incredulous, having never trapped anything larger than a. rabbit myself. But if it could be done I certainly wished to see the trick. V_ -_ â€"_vv-..vvu vbuALlD , tum; E 50w { Second Commuterâ€"v1 don’t know~â€"it doubles the chances of missing a train. you know. By way of appliances, Jules carried an axe, and a coil of stout wire ; and selecting a. spot where the trees were thickest and the most regular he was soon at work. His scheme was simple, and looked effective, if the denizen of the wood would only help play his hand, which was asuing, I thought, a good deal. First Commuter-â€"They’ve doumed the number of afternoon trains ; tbat’g good .' _ :a (V.,,,,7 A I shall not forget the morning we started out. It was intensely cold, the thermom- eter having fallen from ten degrees above to ten below zero. It was to erect a. barrier immediately across the ruu.leaving an opening in it about four feet from the ground and adjust a noose, fastened to a. sapling, in such a. man- ner that a. caribou, in attempting to force his wa ny through, would get hung like a jack rabbit. A proposition is made to connect Great Britain and Ireland by a tunnel driven un- der the North channel of the Irish sea at its narrowest part, between County Antrim in Ireland and Wigtown in Scotland. ‘ The length of the tunnel would be sotfie twenty- seven miles. A number of eminent- engi- neers declare the project entirelyfeasible. It is admitted the tunnel would not be com- mercially profitable, but much is claimed for it in the way of natural advantages, and the proposition is that it should be a national undertaking. Early next morning we were both on hand, as the guide said, to pick up the pieces, but; to my surprise and his disgust, the hedge was broken and wire noose gone. The caribou had been caught, round the antlers instead of round the neck, and with a. des- perate jerk had freed itself. This Jules said he had never known to happen before, and it was with more than usual care that; he re- paired the trap and readjusted it. for a. sec- ondattemptl.‘ A The day following found it untouched, but on the third day a noise of tremendous thrashing among the trees told us as we ap- proached that the noose had done its work, and a captive aWaited us. Nor were we mistaken for, sure enough, there swung a bull caribou, a. beauty, pulling for all he was worth and choking to death as the noose tightened and cut into his throat. 0n the Whole, though, I am hot anxious to see another caribou caught that way. In the first. place I think it; cruel, and in the second place unsportsmanlike. :4 ball from my rifle soon put the animal our, of its misery, and Jules had won his beg. 'l_‘he cprfibou weigheq 480 pounds. _ The barrier was built of freshly cut branch- es, woven in and out to give the appearance of a. natural hedge, yet stout enough to offer considerable resistance to an animal at- tempting to pass it. A hole was left in it about in the middle large enough for a car- ibou stopping to get its antlers through. The noose was just the size of the opening, cun- ningly concealed from View, and the young tree to which it was attached stood some- twelve feet back, like a. tall executioner, tough and strong. 0n the way back Jules explained that the efficiency of the trap rested on the fact that animals of the horned species once accus- tomed to a. run can not be easily turned out of it, but will try to effect a. passage through anything in their way, and as the hole seems the weakest part it is into this they plungeâ€"only to feel the tightening noose. Two hours was J ulesâ€"â€"no more, no lessâ€" in constructing his cxtempore gallows, then turning to me he offered to bet that; inside of three days it would have an occupant. I took him up, and a new hat hung on the hanging of that caribou. f‘éIy God, what have I dcuc,‘ he Tunnel Between Ireland and Scotland. SHARING A BULL. OABIBOUo The Halo Didn’t Pit- She Can't Heln It. ‘1... 4