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I, "__'J Mr: ‘S‘aaggsâ€" tle class donkeys , i on the street, a whirl. it. ought to b. : places in the :ons of Sennech- :kies)â€"“ This is 511’: it ?” Western enough, ef yeh ” 'hree Thousand I! better flock out .ker. an ator g1“! ) his a: who is habituv no business on ‘ friend, goes far 7’ 9» “Clary/nee, I hope you will not think I am guberzenng, but, I think, you ought. to now.” ' Hugh Clarence looked up. It was seldom that John Keith made such a. lengthy pre- iace toa. speech. He was not a. man who was give; to thinking before he spoke. “What is it 2” he said, curtly. “Well, that beautiful fiancee of yours has been seen all round the country with that fellow staying at the Hall.”_ A deep 'i'edgblnshrrose in Hugh Clarence’s face, and he set his strong heel on a. piece of iron and crushed it into the hard ground. He looked fierce in his rage, with his dark powerful face, with the red color in it; and the glowing eyes. But he was not a. man to dxscuss his sweetheart with any one, even although that ether be his greatest friend. “ Miss Ayre will most probably tell me,” I he said, gathering himself together. He Spoke With hauteur and decision, but John heith was not ofi'ended. He knew his friend too well not to khow that beneath the care- less manner the truth was stinging. As he 5p0ke Hugh swung himself over the ironl gate into the field, and strode away with- l out another word. John Keith stood and I 3'" taked him, and felt sorry for him. Hugh ‘ o‘ rence was thirty, and he was going mad ' er a child of twenty-oneâ€"a petted, Spoilt ! .hild, who knew nothing of the dark, pas- ' hionate man she had promised to marry. It ‘ was generally felt that Hugh Clarence was ‘ marrying, beneath him. The Ayres were farmers. also, but not on the scale on which ‘ the Clarences farmed; and when Hugh’s father died it was expected that his sm would marry some woman of position, to whom his great house and wealth would be fitted. But instead, he simply went across his fields and asked Jess Ayre. Miss Ayre could by no means be called beautiful, but her sweet face was dangerously charming, and her manners, when she chose, ex- quisite. She was very wilful and spoilt, but she was an only child, and respect to her wishes formed a letter of her father and mother’s religion. The farm was not large, and Jess helped about the house, and Hugh knew that he would find her in the flairy at that time. It was cool and sweet as he looked in ; yellow roses outside the wired windows were scenting the place, and mingling with the sweet, clean perfume of new milk. Jess herself was bending over a wide dish, and as the shadow fell in front of her she looked up and blushed faintly. It boded no good to see him there at that time in the morning, and besides his brow was like a thunder cloud. “ Dear me, Hugh, you are early here ! Is there anything wrong ?” “ Yes, if what I heard be true there is much wrong.” “‘ ‘ I' " .,QLL, “Have you seen her? ’ - “X es, two or three times.” u. uv-- . - Her hugâ€"3's tightened on the edge of the tin dish, but she met his eyes steadily and laughed. “ What have you heard? ” “ That you have been frequently seen with that fellow staying at the Hall. . Is it Something like pity stirred her, and act- ing on the impulse she put her arm. throuigh bio, and laying her . head 588.1115: his shoulder looked up at bun. He smiled the transfiguring smile theft made he:- think she could almost love him, and stooped and kissed her. Jess knew that her empire was . ufe for a. time at least. true I) v-_' . She flung back her head defiantly. “ It 13 so gkind of you to go roundy collect- ing tales about me. It.’ 5 rather a. pity you have not more work and manliness.” WHe bit his lip sharply, but his eyes grew sterner. “ That is not to? the point, Jess. Is it true, or is it not. '1" He stepped nearer her, and she quailed and shrank before his glance. He gripped her arm with a crushing force, and his dark face almost met hers. “ Is it true 2” But she was brave, and made one more defiant eflort. “ Find that. out too.” “ Jess,” and the grip grew horribly pain- ful, “ I’ll force the answer out of you. Do not madden me. I will not be responsible if yon do.” c"‘Theu your womanliness is on a level with my manliness. But understand that if I know of you doing so again, I’ll thrash the life out of the puppy. I am not to be trifled with. I love you; I would die for you, Jess. It is torture to think that an. other man gets your smiles.” Then the man’s love swept away his rage and over- flowed his heart as the sea overflows the land when the dykes give way. “ Oh, my darling, I don’t want to be hard on you. I only want you to love me a little. I have frightened you, darling, but I was almost mad with the thought that I might lose you. Oh, Jess. life would not be worth living then.” twice.” He let. her arm fall, and she reeled back aggiget. the shelf. But Jess stared stormily through the wired window, but would not turn her head. She was thinking that she had made a mistake in promising to marry this man. His wealth and position had fascinated her, and she had felt a certain pride that he should have chosen her. She had never loved him, but she had loved those broad lands that lay all round their little farm. She stole a glance at him. He was tall and splendidly made, but her ideas of manly beauty did not permit her to call the bare, powerful face, handsome. It was true that his smile lit it up, and that he looked ten- :ler sometimes, but then he as often scowl. ed, and his eyes when he was angry were like blazing coals. No, Jess preferred the curled, perfumed dandy at the Hall. Hugh’s manners were perfect; she had no fault to find with him, but when neat speeches and pretty compliments escort, good manners, Jess was inclined to think them improved. But she had no wish to quarrel with him just yet; the Croft House and lands were not to be lost over a flir- tation. ‘7 I do not object to you speaking to an. otheranam. My love is not tyranny, but I object that you should be frequently seen with that creature. When I come at nights you. seldom have a moment tp spare, not Even to come to the gate {nth me, Oh, Jess, if you would only be a llttle kinder to “I‘did not think you objected to me speakmg to another man,” she said at leng_th. TEB GIRL IN THE DAIRY- 9n now Love Trill-lulled. :, Ihave spoken to him once or of the Urow. w" ;,. if those days Of 3' Posmon ar above that; of the wife of Hugh .Clarence, Where her sweet face and her mt would win her ad- miration. She W35 begmmng t9 believe that those soft wordS.P01ll‘8d into her ears meemngs were real, that; in those stolen they came from the heart 0f the speaker. She ‘never dreamt that they had been said as earnestly and aslgoifly t39‘dozens of wom- nn An.._A~¢.I.- 8.8 831116ij “â€"' 1d b â€" . en before her, W0“ e sand 3-3 earnesnly and as sweetly no champs after her. But: to do the young mm Justice, he had no idea. that his words were taken otherwise than he meant ; he hever .xmagined that the daring, saucy gxrl, mph her sharp wit could be so supple. He had looked upon the whole affaxr as Idle pastime for both him an'fi her. He had no scruples on the propriety of the matter; If he had a. heart; it. was merely that. perfupccory organ which controlled the clrculablon of the blood, but which did got; heat or thrill it; with any n - 11â€".i I A, W ”Hill “'â€" emotion- He was a. limpid mmh of a. creel- ture complrefil With .Hugh Clarence with his fierce passwns, his hot tumultuous love, and greatheart overflowing and bursting withfeeling‘ Yet Jesspreferred this lan- guid, soulless being with his efi‘eminate grace and flowery com pliments. Persistent rumors of those meetings reached Hugh Clarence, and he trembled for himself. He was inclined to be angry. but my he had more reason to pity. He understood Jess. He saw that beneath the trivial dross the gold lay deep. It needed refining and purifymg, but it was there to refine and Burify. fie. knew that It was L CHM-I ,_7 simply a. ghmour that th flung over his sweetheart; :haibglai'géfr 1?“ game could never meet and satisf mil 0W bhe had a. great; thirsting soul bybers. weeds hafi overgrown and‘ covereh itufot'h: “v ervsrtalféfl at her for a. moment, and the smile died away from his lips. Her cold, haughty'tone chilled him. ’ A-_ __-.- 1'--- __,3 4.- _-L “3:3: I Ca me to see you,Jess, and to ask you to forgive me,” he answered humbly. She drew herself up and folded her hands in front of her. Hugh Clarence let a. week go past before he went to see her. He thought that by that time her anger would have cooled, and she would see things in a. calmer light. But he was startled by the change in herâ€"a. change which he felt rather than saw. He had studied her so long and knew her so well that he could almost tell her every thought . An outsider would have said that she was paler ; but he who knew her saw that the sweet lips had a. new determina- tion about them, and the deep eyes had grown hard. Jess had changed more in- wardly than outwardly. - “ Have you been ill, Jess?” he asked, gen. tly, while his great heart gave a bound. “ No, Mr. Clarence, I have not been ill. Dg_you wish to see father?” :-__ M-_.-_L -...l AL- “ I think you had better understand the position, Mr. Clarence. I Will never for- give you ;you have insulted me pent en- durance, so, therefore, I have freed my. self. Yox ring is upstairs. I have not worn it since the last time I saw you.” He was stunned ; for a moment he could not speak, then he took one stride towards her and caught up her hands fiercely. Iv ‘avv- time. When they were rooted up the soil beneath would be more luxuriant~than ever. Yet her conduct cut him to the quick. His love for the wayward child waé‘ a. sort of madness -a. consuming fire within him, which, If it burst beyond the bonds which held it, would be dangerous and terrible. So he turned as deaf an car as he could to the tales herheard, and neither attempted “I was not awareâ€"I did not know.” Clarence Wheeled round again ; but some- thing in the shrinking girl checked the words on his lips. “Jess,” he said, sternly, “ go home She looked from the dark passionate face to the other. There was a. slightly amused smile on the lips of the younger man, and that smile made Jess tingle with shame. She flung back her head defiantly, and turned away. She walked slowly until she was out of the wood ;t'nen she flew over the Croft fields to their own land, and darted into the house. She was mad with passion and shame. She beat her hands together and sobbed; but nothing brought her relief. Nothing but time can heal the wound that is made when pride receives a blow. '1) y uv "-â€" to coerce her nor spy upon her. -Yet accidents flung proof in his way. As he came through the Hall Woods one night with his dog, thinking of Jess and wonder- ing where she was, a. long, low laugh rang out-Jess’s laugh when she was happy and amused. He set his teeth, and his eyes grewhot, as with steady hand he pushed the thgs aside. “Jess 1”' She sprang to her feet with a. suppressed cryaadfacedhim,white and trembling. Her defiant bravery was gone; she stood as a. coward before him. Her companion rose too, s_li§,»‘htly_7 surprised and indignant. J, .l-Etiin‘jesieiwasopowerless. She could only stand and look up at. him with dumb, frightened eyes. Then he‘looked to the other. “Sir, do you know that this lady is my prongised wife ‘2” Y "1 ,L1#____ ” "‘0 -“c“"a a. _. “What does the mean?” Clarence de- mandeq. in a. tight. voice. “ Speak, Jess.” uws w..-- -_, “ You cannot mean this, Jess. Do you know what you are doing ‘3 You are taking every bit; of sunshine out. of my life. I was mad that night? mad with jeailousy. I hated Anny-u ---~ to see you with that worthless cur. and I could not. control myself. You must un- derstand, Jess. You must know what it was to me.” She tried to free her hands. “ There is no necessity for these heroics. It is rather a. pity you cannot keep yourself better under control, but it is too late now, Please, let me go..” _ “ ‘ : 11 ‘ o intention of obeying him° 133t She, hfig ADMmI-nine a. little mnrn our; “ Am I to go awayâ€"away forever 2” “ Yes. ” . He looked at her for a moment, then vaulted out at the open parlor window and crossed the grass. And Jess stood still and watched him, with an odd, empty feeling in her heart that she could not understand. He never attempted to cross her path after that; indeed she felt sure he avoided her. .l. quv, â€"â€"â€" c He let her hands fall and stepped back, It needed no words to tell him she was in earnest. He had never read her wrong. “ Is this the end, Jess ‘2” She saw him on Sundays in the wide Croft pew, but he never moved his head to glance at her, and after the service he went out by another door. He sometimes came to the farm on his horse to see her father, and she. would watch him from the top win- dow and listen for the sound of his deep, musical vaice. Then the rumor went round that he had bought a farm, larger and richer than the Croft, and that he was going to live in the new place and put a factor in the Croft. It was true , one Sun. ‘day he was not in the pew as usual and she heard the people talking of him as she 1came out. After that Sunday her mouth drooped at the corners, and wlook that none about her could understand came into her. eyes. He who would have known what it meant was gone. The November night was dark almost to blackness. There was a full moon, but it only showed itself at times, through the clouds that the moaning Wind drove across its face. The willows platted their leaves together as they swayed to and fro by the river side; the river itself rushed with a dead heavy sound, and the wmd moaned above it all. The woman standing by the little bridge raised her head, and looked up through the bare branches. She liked the moaning wmd ; it suited her. and answered to the cry of her heart ; it was its audible refrain. Many battles had. been fought in her heart ; cruel, voiceless battles of longing, battles against her nature, battles against the- apathy that threatened at times to petrify her existence. She want- ed to live, to feel on fire, to feel the blood flow in her veins, and that indifference about herself, that indifference about others, had to be fought down. Five years had not changed nor aged Jess Ayre much, She was very pale, but it was a healthy pallor, the mouth was as sweet as ever, only the eyes showed signs of the storm. She was troubled to-night,and she had come out to the bridge to go over it all. Yesterday they had buried her father, and to-day they i had been dismantling the farmhouse ;her; mother w0uld be unable to keep it on. But there was agreater trouble,one that hurtJess ‘ in another way. They were in debtâ€"deep in debt to Hugh Clarence, and the money had been due for years. Her father had borrowed it when the master of the Croft had won his dafighter, and only to-night her mother had told her that Clarence had refused to hear of it being paid, if it were to' cripple them. Through all those five years she had only seen him once; he had been going in at the gate of the little station as she came out, and he had drawn back courteously and raised his hatâ€"a thing he would have done to a stranger. Five years was.a long time to wait and watch and hope. She leaned her head on the rail of the bridge and drew a long breath. Jess had left all her tears behind her in her girl- hood. The clouds cleared a little, and the light from the moon shot out; the sound of the house door shutting sharply came to her. All thought of the debt was gone; all memory of his fancied injustice to her was swept away; only her heart cried out for him, and asked him to return,to forget her patted pride and rage. - A firth step was coming toward her, and she raised herself and looked round, and saw the pale light; fall across his face. He was almost at3 her side, and he held his arms out for her. llow i‘uatoms Olficlals Treated a Lady on Her Way to Manitoba. A despatch from Toronto says :â€"Miss Annie B. Monck ton, of London, Eng., pass- ed through here the other day on her way to Manitoba. Miss Monckton is a. wealthy lady who has property at Winnipeg. and after a stay at the Prairie City wrll go from there to the Rockies, and return to Eng- land by way of the Pacific. Miss: Mofickton tells a shocking story how she was blackmailed to the extent $199 by New York qustqms 9fficers. Her luggage consisted of a. couple of trunks and satchels containing clothing suitable to the climate of the Northwest. \Venring apparel is not dutiable according to United States law, and Miss Monckton was informed of this fact. When she disembahked from the Lucania. she was approached on the dock by Inspector Thomas Donohue, who examined her trunk and asked her destination. Although Miss Monckton held that her clothes were not dutiable, Inspector Donohue insisted that she must pay duty, and brought another man who he pretended was an appraiser. The two men then de- cided that she must pay duty and asked if she had the money to do so. Miss Monckton stated that she had ex- changed £21 into American money at Lon- don, and had that amount with her. The two blackmailers told her she must pay over this money at once, and advised her not to stay in New York over night, but to start at once on her journey, as she was getting off lightly, and it would cost her more if she stayed in_the city. -- 1v 1 Miss Monckton did stay “in New York} one night, however, at the Grand Union hotel, and spoke to an English traveller about it. He told her that she had been robbed, and reported the matter to the authorities. 0n investigation it was found that Inspector Donahue had reported opposite Miss Monckton’s name, as it duly appeared on the Lucania cabin list. “ Nothing dutiable.” It is not known what action will be taken by the New York authorities, and Miss Monckton must make a sworn deposition on the matter when she reaches Winnipeg. The afi‘air has caused great excitement at the American metrop- blis. A missionarv stationed at one of the South sea. islands determined to give his residence a. coat of Whitewash. To obtain this in the absence of lime coral was re- duced to powder by burning. The natives watched the process of burning with inter- est, beileving that the coral was cooked for them to eat. Next morning they beheld the missionary’s cottage glittering in the rising sun white as snow. They danced, they sung, they screamed with joy. The whole island was confusion. Whitewash became the rage. Happy was the coquette who could enhance her charms by a. daub of the white brush. Contentions arose. One party urged there superior rank ; another obtained possession of the brush and val- iantly held it against all comers ; a third tried to upset the tub to obtain some of the 1 cosmetic. To quiet the hubbub more white- “Jess, my darling.” ROBBED IN NEW YORK. A Boom in Whitewash. says :â€"Miss , Eng., pass- on her way is a. wealthy wash was made, and m a. week not a. hut, a. domestic utensil, a. war club, nor a. garment but was as white as snow -, not an inhabit- ant but had his skm painted with gretesque figures ; not a. pig that was not whitetied ; and mothers might be seen it extery du'ec- tion capering joyously and yexlmg WWI delight in the contemplation of the superior beauty of their whitewashed babies.â€".\hsâ€" Sionety Chronicle. Speculntlons 1-1 the Light orScleuce as to What Sort on; Time they Have. It will be remembered that about two years ago the famous Italian astronomer, Schiaparelli, announced that he had discov- ered that Venus, which is a world very slightly smaller than ours, makes only one turn on its axis in going once around the sun. It would foliow from this that on Venus there is no succession of days and nights as upon the earth,but that perpetual day reigns on one side of the planet and perpetual night on the other. In other words, if Schiaparellj is right,Venus always presents the same face to the sun, just as the moon forever turns the same hemisphere toward the earth. ' The inhabitants of the sunward side of Venus, thenâ€"if there be anyâ€"never see the sun set, while the inhabitants of the other side never see the sun at all, unless they visit the opposite hemisphere of their globe. Of course, no one knows whether there are inhabitants upon Venus or not, but we do know that Venus has an atmosphere, and that in its atmosphere watery vapor exists and that clouds float, and that upon the surface of the planet the force of gravio tation is not very different from that which it manifests on the surface of the earth. Accordingly, there are some reasons to be urged in behalf of the opinion that V enus may be an inhabited world. -..- c u - i But if one half of Venus be buried in endless night while the other half lies glaring beneath a. never-setting sun, it is evident that the inhabitants of that planet must have experiences that would be most strange and trying to us. So the question Whether Venus really does rotate on its axis once in 225 days, the period of its revolu- tion around the sun, derives an added in- terest from the consideration that the planet possibly has inhabitants‘. 1.3 4L_L r__.__ V The older observations indicated that Venus rotated in between twenty-three and twenty-four hours, giving it days and nights about equal to those of the earth. In order to settle the question it has re- cently been proposed to apply the spec- troscope. It is known that in the spectrum of a. celestial body which is rapidly ap- proaching the earth the spectroscopic lines are shifted toward the blue, while in the spectrum of a. fast retreating body the lines are shifted toward the red. The principle has been used in measuring the rate of the sun’s rotation. The lines are shifted toward the blue on the eastern and toward the red on the western edge of the sun, and by measuring the amount of shifting the rate of rotation is found. It is easy to see that the same method may be applied to find out how fast Venus re- volves on its axis. Every one who watches the glorious evening star growing brighter and brighter in the sunset sky during the coming months will certainly be eager to hear the latest news from the astronomers who are trying to find out whether Venus has successive days and nights like the earth or has only a. day side and a. night side. A writer in the London Tit-Bits says: Of the superstitions of sailors, fisherfolk and others we have all heard, but that- such a distinguishing characteristic should have attached itself to railway men does not ap- pear to be generally known. It savors somewhat of the anomalous that such a pre-eminently practical class of men should be the victims of credulity regarding the supernatural ; such, however, is the case. LIFE ON THE PLANET VENUE,- auycluauuauu , ouvu, nu I'vvv., -.. -.-v vâ€"..-- I recently had occasion to interview a prominent railway ofilcial, and in the course of the conversation that ensued that gentleman incidentally alluded to two collisions which had lately occurred in the neighborhood, following up his remarks with the announcement that the local men would be in a. state of subdued excitement and flurry till a third .mishap took place. Such is the superstition of the railway man. Upon expressing considerable astonishment I was assured that this kind of thing was notorious among railway men in general, and in this particular instance it was known that the circumstances of the two previous accidents were the chief topics among theiwlirkmen in all departments, who were also counting on the possibilities of a third disaster. Curiously enough, a touch of realism was ‘ lent to the information just imparted by the explanation that the second of the two col- lisions referred to was due to the driver of one of the engines, a. reliable servant, noted for his alertness and precision, with an } honorable record of some forty years’ ser- vice, who being, it was believed, so dis- turbed over the “ omens” of the first occur- rence and so engrossed with what he felt would be two other catastrophies, that he committed the slight error of judgment which caused his locomotive to crash into another coming in an opposite direction. The statement is given as the conviction of one who has spent upwards of aquarter of a century among railway men of all classes, and who has known the driver alluded to for along period of years. So came about a second collision. Surely superstition could ‘ go_no further than this. But here is a. tragic sequelâ€"a Se quel which, unfortunately, will in all probabil- ‘ lty do much to strengthen the reprehensi- ble beliefs of these men. Two days after the interview above mentioned, within fifteen minutes’ drive from the scene of the second collision, an express mail failed to take the points, a. portion of the train with the tender of the engine was violently thrown across the rails and one poor stoker killed. This is what the railway: men Will term their “third mishap.” “ ‘I‘here’s the third,” they say ; and how perhaps they Will breathe freely for a season. The reporter of the Chief Commissioner Of London Police proudly chronicles the high average of honesty among the metro- politan cabmen. In the Course of last year the public left nearly 1700 purses '_in cabs. All these, with innumerable watches, clocks and dressing bags, were punctually taken _by the cabmen to Scotland Yard. Superstitions Railroaders. An lnsune Russian Spends Twenty Years Naked in an Outhouse. and Then Re- covers. The Russkaia Stamina, a. Russian review, publishes the memoirs of M. Valeria Pauaicv, who comes of a famlly well known in the world of arbs and letters. In these me- moirs is related the case of a. very neat relative. The victim was a refined and «Emma gentleman. who after the death of his broLher, Vo‘iodia, seemed to have become insane. The peculiar thing about this Volodia was that; his glance was so sharp that no one could endure it; turned upon him. The victim of the adventure used to drive Volodia out of his presence. Im- mediately after the death of the latter a profuse growth of hair appeared upon the remaining brother’s body, and he became insane. His insanity became more and more pronounced. Finally his parents de- termined to have him seized. He ran into n outbouse and, fortifyiug himself, defied all efforts to dislodge him. In this he remained, entirely naked, fior twenty years. The hair covered his body completely. He seemed not to suffer from the cold. Once every week a. number of dishes of food were placed before him and these he lapped up. N 0 other food passed his lips. He lost his power of speech. He communicated by a sort of growl, which no one could make out but the old nurse who had brought him up. He knocked the panes out of all the windows in 1113 shed. In midwin- ter the temperature was often far below freezing. Some twelve years after he went insane the old nurse died. On that day he opened his eyes and exclaimed : ' “Volodia, when will you release me ‘2” From that momenthe conversed with his relatives. They tried to take him to an asylum in Kazan, but he threatened to commit suicide. Once they actually got him out of the building, but he escaped and went back. M. Panaiev saw him there twice and conversed with him on all man- ner of topics, including literature and politics and his old university comrades. His mother and the rest of the family used to take turns in reading books and news- papers to him. When his mother died he left his post, dressed himself and saw to the funeral arrangements. After the burial he went back to his barn. But the charm, or malediction, was broken. By and by he resumed his former lifgfizmd lived until very recent1_y._ He became a great patron of the drama and literature, married and was visited several times by his relative. the writer of the memoirs, M. Panaiev. No one has as yet explained the nature of his visitation, but it is, of course, attributed to his brother’s piercing eye. one Hundred ounces of Silver lo the Ten of Ore is a Low Average In Kootenay. Mr. Robert Machray, of Montreal, who went recently to investigate the silver dis- trict of West Kootenay, B. 0., has returned to that city. In an interview Mr. Machray said: “ The Kootenay district is divided into two sections,East and West Kootenay. With the eastern section I am not person- ally acquainted; but I have spent several weeks in the western section, especially investigating the Kaslo-Slncan mining camp. Kaslo is at present the chief town of this distrizt, and notwithstanding the slump in silver it is a lively little burg. Most of the mines lie within twenty or thirty miles of Kaslo. Of these the most important are “ Slocan Star,” “ Mountain Chief,” “ The Washington,” “The Idaho,” “ The Dardanelles,” “ The Payne Group,” “ The Chambers Group,” “ The Noble Five,” “ The Blue Bird.” “ The Rea- cau,” “ The Reid,” “ The Robertson,” “ The Eureka.” and others. This mining camp is one of the richest in the world and so far is not half prospected. Bodies of ore laid bare by the swift descending glaciers are plainly exposed on the mountain sides. A low average of silver in this district is 100 ounces to the ten. In most cases in developed properties the results are very much larger. One shipment from the Dar- danelles mine of twenty tons yielded over 500 ounces to the ton. The general char- acter of the ore body is galena with from 65 to 80 per cent. of silver-carrying lead. The general geological character of the dis- trict is a dark limestone orschist with dykes of prophyry. These mines, so far as devel- oped, have yielded ore so rich that the de- pressions in silver may become even more 1 marked, and yet they can be worked with ; a very reasonable profit. Of course there may be many disappoint- ments. Every prospect is not: mine. But enough work has been done to show that the Slocan country is almost the richest; in the world. ” “ Goin’ far, mister '3” They were in a third-class compartment of one of the expresses running from London to Liverpool. The question was asked by along-nosed, thin-lipped man with pointed chin, scanty whiskers, a slouch hat, and a hungry expression of countenance. He was resting his feet on the opposite side of the carriage, which seat was partly occupied by a passenger in a grey check suit. The pass- enger addressed turned partly around and took a look at his questioner. “ Yes, I am going to Crewe,” he replied. “ My business there is to sell four shares of bank stock, dispose of my interest in a farm of eighty acres ten miles from town, and invest the proceeds in a clothing establish- ment. I am from St. Albans, in Hertford- shire. 1 got in the train there at 9:35 this morning. It was forty-five minutes behind time. My ticket from Euston cost me 13s. 2d. Had my breakfast about an hour ago. Paid ls. 6d. for it. This cigar cost me 3d., or five a. shilling. I have been a smoker for about thirteen years. My name is Thomas Williams. I am thirty-nine years old, have a wife and four children, and am a member of the Congregational Church. I was form- erly a chemis but sold out to a man named Treadway, an I am not in any business now. I am worth, perhaps, £2,000. My father was a cooper, and my grandfather, a 39;.captain. M y wife’s name was Carr be- '. fore I "mg-tied her. Her father was a surf“; veyor. The children have all had the mumps, chicken-pox $33- measles. When I reach Crewe I expect. to stop‘ft' an ho“ ” - u-..._.1 A REMARKABLB ADV BNTURB- HE thBBIBQi 'fhe ldng-noséd mad regard- ed him for a. moment with inheren, 3113 then asked, i9 a dissatisfied way ;_. “ What did your great grandfather do for al.v1n’ " ” The Conversation Fiend. CANADA’S BL-DOEADO-