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I I; ;\N o HMS. Nose and a Sets. 1131!} . It is now a year since Miles and I first became engaged. As you know, he was very wealthy, and his family were noted for their exclusiveness. I was poor and a school teacher, so you may imagine with what horror they receiv- ed the news of Miles’ engagement to one, whom they considered his inferior. But Miles was independent, and accust- omed to having his own way. They found they could not change his purpose and were forced into an outward ao- quiescence, but I need hardly tell you, that I met with no mercy, I was quite asproud as they were, and their super- cilicus condecension was gall and worm- wood to me. I was keenly sensitive to their covtert slights, but quite helpless, and my offended pride found its vic- tim, in poor Miles. I took it into my unreasonable head that he did not re- sent the all hts offered to me active- 1y enough. grew cold and formal to him: He was very patient with me, foolish girl, that I was, but he was not perfection, and small wonder if my manner annoyed and puzzled him; Qur relations soon grew to be very strain- ed, and the trifle necessary for an op- en quarrel was easily supplied. One evening I went to a large.At Home given by his mother. I had w1sh- ed to decline the invitation, but fin- ally accepted it for Miles’ sake. I knew but few, and, as Miles was busy With his social duties to his mother’s guests, I was, after the first hurried greeting, left alone I bitterly resented this, and in a fit of jealous pique I struck up a marked flirtation with Fred Currie, who had paid me some attention before my engagement. \Vhen Miles came to seek me, he found me, to all appearances quite absorbed with my companion and oblivious of his approach. He. turned on his heel and went away; nor did he come near me the rest of the evening. I went home, angry enough, but so mis- erable and repentant that, if Miles had been his usual patient self, when he called the following evening, I should have begged his forgiveness, and all might have been well. But he was just- ly eaasperated, and my pride. rebelled at has curtness. W'e hadashort bitter quarrel. I said a great many foolish, unpardonable things, and finally I threw my ring at him. He picked it upand went, without another word. You know, of course, that Iwas once engaged to Miles Lesley. No doubt,you also know that that engagement .was broken last winter, for unexplained reasons. ’Well, I ‘will tell you all about it, and then mail this letter speedily, before I change mx‘ mind.~_ or how sure we are that we have suc- ceeded, it will rise up and meet us, when we least, expect it. I came down here, tired and wornout, and hoping for rest and peace. And 10!, The most dis- Quieting element of my life is here to confront me. I‘m going to confess, Helen, "'Open confession ls good for the soul,’ and I shall treat myself to a good dose. while the mood is on. “I’ve discovered that it is no use to run away from fate,” she wrote, “No matter how hard we try to elude it, “I never did!” said Mrs. Bentley. “Well, Young Si’s the first that ever preferred ’Liza \Valden’s butter to mine. Everyone knows what hers is like. She never works her salt half in. Well, Young Si’s welcome to it, I'm sure, I wish him joy of his exchange.” Mrs. Bentley rattled her dishes omin- ously. It. was plain that her faith in Young Si had received a severe shook. Upstairs, in her room, Ethel Lennox, with a few undried tears glistening on her cheeks was writing a letter. Her lips were compressed, but her hand trembled. After my first anger passed, I was wretchedly unhappy, I realized how deeply I really loved Miles, and how lonely and empty my life would be without. him. But, he dld not come back and soon afterI heard that he had gone awayâ€"whither no one knew, ’but it was‘supposed abroad. \Vell, I buried - â€"wâ€"v Helen, it was hilles Lesley: For one minute, earth, sky and sea. reeled around me, the next my hateful pride returned, I remembered myfan- cied wrongs, and I turned and walked away, without a sign of recognition, be- Wild my first startled exclamation. _ ell, he did not follow. You may be sure, I have religiously avoided that. part of the shore ever since. I haunt the Point, where there is no fear of seeing him; and try to convince myself of a number of things. What can possess him to live in such a. place and employ himself in such a manner! He was always peculiar in some respects. He looked thin and careworn, .I think. “Is have never met since; and I must own to a secret heart- burn. that he has never madeany ef- fort to see meâ€"though that ‘18 re- olsely what I wish to svoxdâ€"an it shows clearly that he has either for- mtten me, or despises me. \Vell, Ide- This sunimer ’I cal‘nefhére: I hqard much about a certam my§ter10us strangest known as “Young _Sl,”who â€"â€"â€"--‘1“ my hopes and tears in secret, and went on mwjth- my life” as people hage to do. was fishing mackerel at this shore. \Vell. I was very curious; it sounded romantic, and one evening down I went 99 pee him. I 33, Whi mfaoe to face, “What in the world can have hap- pened to Young Si? It’s a. whole week since he’s been here for milk or butter. He ain’t sick, is he?” Mr. Bentley chuckled amusedly. “I 'low I can tell you the reason of that ,Si’s getting his stuff at \Valden's now. I ea. whim going there these last two or three evening's. ’Liza W'alden’e got ahead of you at last, Mary.” chad all day. She went again, the next day, and the next. The Point. was the most picturesque part of the shore, she averred, and' the “types" among its inhabitants mmt interesting. Agnes Bentley ceased to suggest another vis- it to Si’s shore. She had a vague per- ception that her companion did not “are to discuss the subject. At the end of the week, Mrs. Bent- ley remarked: Thc next day, Ethel Lennox obstinate- ly declined to revisit Si’s shore. In- stead, she went to the Point and sket- YOUNG SI. “1311’ t this glorious l” exclaimed Ethel. he1 hat was streamilng back from her head, and the red rings of her hair were blowing about her face. Agnes looked around her more anxiously. Knowing more about the sea and shore than her companion, there were some indications she thaid‘ly liked to see. Young Si, who was standing with Scnuffy at their skids, lowered his spy- glass with a start. “It is Agnes Bent 1y and thatâ€"that boarder of their’s, ” he said, anxious 'y. “and they’ve gone out with Little Ev, in that wretched, leaky tub of his. ”\-\ here are theii eyes that they can’t see _a $93.31*]. cgmirng upi” “An’ Little Ev don’t know as much about managin’ a. boat as a. cat,” ex- claimed S-nuify excitedly, “and his sails are as rottonl Sign ’em to come back." Si shook his head. “They’re too far out. I don’t know that the squall will amount to very much. In a good boat with some one who knew how to manage it, they’d be_§‘1'1_right. B_u_t with L_1ttl_e Ev"â€"â€"â€": About an hour 'before sunset a boat glided out from the shadow of the Point. in it were Ethel. Lennox and Agnes. with Little LEVâ€"the sandy-haired, un- dersized “Pointer,” iw-ho owned the boat. The evening was fine and an off-shore breeze was freshening up rapidaly. They did not notice the long dark bank of livid cloud low, in the southeast horizon. can be," she adfied, her curiosity get- tingfltx’he hetter of her indignation. _ He began watking restlessly up and dogfin _the platform. The boat ‘was now some distance out. The breeze nad (stiffened to a strong wind, and the dual, gray level of the sea w as whipped into white caps. Agnes holding on hex hat, bent tow ards Ethel, “Ev, the boat’s fleakin‘g,” Agnes shrieked, above the wind, “the water’s coming in,” “Baii her out then." shouted Ev. struggling with the sail, “There’s two cans under the seat. I’ve got to flower this sail. Bail her out.” “It’s'gettizng too rough. I think we’d better go back. I’m afraid we’re in for athunder-squalsl. Look at the clouds.” Littie Ev, thus recalled to things around him, looked about in alarm. The girls questioned each other in glances of dismay. The sky had suddenly grown very bflack and the thunder was growling continuously. A jagged bolt of lightening hustled across the dark southeast. Dver alltl was the green mgflignanj light of coming storm._" “I’ll help you,” said Ethel. She was veryr pate, but her manner was calm. Agnes was more excited, but she did not “lose her presence of mind. Botrhl bailed energetically. Young Si,watchâ€" ing through the glass, saw them. He dropped it and ran to his boat, White and resolute. “\Vell, I never!" exclaimed Agnes,as soon as she recovered her breath. “If that’s how Young Siis going to treat his friends! Heng must have got offend- ed a,_t something. _I _ wonder _wha.t it “And I’m that sorry,” said Mrs. Bent- ley, to her husband, “not for the money- â€"though I did think I’d get something nice for Agnes if she stayed as long as we expected. But I hate to see 'her go. She’s a. real! sweet girl. I believe she's fretting. No, 1 don’t know what. about. How shouild 1? She don’t eat; enough for a. bird, and Ive seen tears in her eyes a dozen times. Poor little thing! That pretty face of hers is get- ting read thin and pale." Liftfle Ev Biought the boat’s head ab- ruptly round. A few heavy drops of raim fetal. cap with formal poiiteness and turned on his heel. “They’ve sprung aeleak,” :he shout- ed,” launch the boat, Curtis. \Ve’ve goito go_ out, or Ev wiCJ drown them.” ' They'slhot out from the shore just as the downpour came, blotting out sea an.d land in one driving sheet of white ram. Little Ev was completely demoralized from fear. The giris bailed unceasing- 13;, but the water gained every min- ute; Young Si_ was none too soon. squall had few difficulties. When they reached the shore Agnes, who had quite recovered from her fright, tuck- ed her dripping skirts about her and announced her determination to go strqight home with Snuffy._ f‘I've just been down to the Point," Bald Agnes, coming in one sufirtry after- noon, about a week later, “and Little Eve said as there was no fishing to-day he’d take us out for that said: toâ€"night 15f go‘u ‘wggnted to go.’i _ - t Ethel Lennox put her drawing away listlessly. She looked pale and tired. She was goung away the next day, and this was to be her last visit to the shore. “Little Ev," she shouted, “we want to_ go, back.” “Young Si’s coming off for us,” said Agnes. “\Ve’lfl be all right if he gets here in time-~this boat is going to sink, sure,” ‘ “Jump, Ev,” he shouted, as his boat came aiong side, “jump for your life.” He dragged Ethel Lennox in as he spoke. Agnes sprang iron one boat to the other like a cat, and little Ev jump- ed just as a thunderous crash seemed to burst above them and sea and sky were fined with blue flame. The dan- gezr _v_vaS_ pest; for __S_i‘_an‘d_ Snuffy _t'he “Sifwhere have you been? Why have you never been Up to see us for so__long? _It’s real mea.n_of you_.” When they came out they saw the solitary figure of young Si far adown crossing the lonely, dim shore fields. In the dusk, Agnes did not notice the pallor of her companion’s face, or the 1111st tears in her eyes. A iong, shllen muttering of thunder fo‘nlowed her words. In the cool twilight Ethel went wth Agnes Bentley to mail her letter. As they stopped at the door of the little country store a young man came around the corner and halted abruptly before them. It was Young Si. He was in his rough fishing suit, with a big net trailing over his shoulder, but no disguise could effectually ,conceal his splendid figure. Agnes sprang forward eagerlx _ so long? It’s real mean of you.” Young Si made no verbal reply. He had never removed his dark, eager eyes from the cold white face of Ethel Len- nox. )Yhegn Agpes paused he lifted hie “I 'can’t be any wetter' than I am,” she said, cheerful-133. “and I’ll send pa. down with the carnage for Miss Len- I flee to the uttermast parts- bf the earth. I shall find him there, when I arrive.” {6176 it. butâ€"I am very unhappy, Nel- You need hardly be told after this, that I leave herey in another week. I cannot fabricate a decent excuse to leave sooner ,or I would.- I do not 13an where I shall go. I suppqse._‘if lie. per minute, while the outer edge of the propellers travelled nearly 4,500 feet per minute. The steam' pressure was 257 pounds per square inch, which is unpre- cedently high. In the succeeding four hours the power was 22,634 indicated horse power, and in the eighth hour the record was really 24,000 indicated 'horse power. No warship has ever attained this before, and it was under natural draught. \Vhen the P,o§x'erful ran for thirty consecutive hours at twenty-one knots, under only 18,000 horse power, she was found to have used about 1.83 pounds of coal per unit of horse power, or about fifteen tons, and as she can easily car- ry 3,000 tons, it will be seen that she can go a _-long time at twenty-one knots. In the last four hours the power was never less than 25,560 indicated horse power, and for the greater part of the time was over 26,000 indicated horse power, the maximum being 26,197. This involved the running of the great pis- tons qf the shig at a. speed 0_ 900_fe_et Trial at the Great Machinery of England‘s Last. Crui-«er. Some interesting facts have been no- ted in the London Standard regarding the steam trials of the big British war vessel Powerful. This ship and her sister, the Terrible, are the largest of the cruiser type in the world, and the horse pow er develop ed by the Powerful, vhich was 26, 497 at the maximum, and 25 ,686 as the mean of four hours, also far exceeded that of any other warship in the world, and was excelled only in the case of the two new Cunard liners. Blft, after'all, the Power'fui’s great feat was that of exceeding 25,000 horse povwey uqder patural draught ODIY- The liners are built for speed, or, rather, for that and carrying capacity, while the Powerful and Terrible allow much Space and weight for armament. and a heavy protectxve deck. They are not battle Ships, yet can each throw 17,000 pounds of shell 3. minute, and of these 5,000 can be thrown from the bow guns in pursuing an enemy; “Good-bye, Miss Lennox,” she said, wistfwily. She had grown vely fond of this fair sweet stranger in those few: short days, and they had faced death together. ”You’ld come back to see us sometime againi _wot11 y’_’__0u? Little Ev was the last of the Pointers to see him, tramping afong the road to the station in the dusk of the autumn t“ 1' ith. And next morning, Agnes Benti'y, going out of doors before the rest, found, on the doorstep, a basket containing a small, vociferous, black kit- ten, with a card attached to its neck. On it was written “wild Agnes please [Siefriend “\Vitch” in memory of “Young. 1.3: c It was the day after the storm and Agnes drove Ethefi Lennox to the sta« tion. The fierce Wind that had swept over {land and sea, lashing the waves into yeasty foam, seemed to have blown. away all the hazy vapours, and oppress si‘ve heats in the air, and the morning! dawned as cfl’ear and fresh as if tLhe sad old earth, with all her passionate tears had clleansed herself from sin and stain, and come forth radiantly pure and sweet. Ethel- bubbled over with: joyousness. Agnes half-wondered What change had come over her. “Perhaps,” said Etzhefig smiling, “and. if not, Agnes, you must come and see me. Some day I may have. a wonderful! secret to tell you." About a week after “Young Si.” sud-e denl3 vanished. and his disappearance was a nine da3s'ta11'k along the shore. His departure was as 1113 sterious as his advent. It Leaked out that the had quietiw d1sposed of "his boat and Shanty to Snuny, sent his mackere‘} off and, that done, shipped from the “Pointers," hives, never more to reâ€"enter them. ”That willfl be best,” said Miles Les- ley, thoughtfully, "decidedly so. They‘ woullud never understand, if we did tell them; and I dare-say they woufl-d be very much disappointed to find I was not a forger or a murderer or some- thing of the sort. They have allways credited me with an evil past, and you and I, Ethe‘l; “’1'!“ go back to our own wor'ldâ€"hut never to our old life. There is Mr. Bentley,” he added, releasing her unwillingly, “and I suppose I must sub- side into my character of “Young Si” again." “No; I travelled at first, but“ I could not get aw ay from my own .mlsery.. I came down here, for a passmg whlm, and suddenlu7 I resolved to out myself utterltv adrift from my old life and see if I could not forget you here, Where nothing would remind me of you. I was not very successful, my Ethel.” He smiled down into her eyes. “And you were going away vtoâ€"morrow. How perilously hear not meeting we have been! But how are we going to ex- plain all this to our friends along the shore 9” j "I think we had better not ex-« plain it at all. I will go away to-mor-q row, as I intended, and you can quiet- E'y follow soon. Let “Young Si,” re- maim the mystery he has aluwaye been.” was kneeling by Ethel Lennox, with) his arm about her and her head on his broad shoulder. There were happy tears in her eyes, and her vome quiver- ed as she said. ' “Miles. how can you forgive .my tool- ish prideâ€"if you knew *how bltterlty I have repentedâ€"--" . He siflenced her with a. lass. “Never speak of it again. my_ sweet. We have each something to fprglve, but we win be wiser and happler all our lives for our bitter lesson. I, 1300. .have learned something in my lonely nlg‘hts and_ gays, dpwn__here by the 863-”. Outside the wind shook the frail! buiflding, and tore the shuddering sea. to pieces. The rain poured.down on the misty ocean. It was settlhng down. for a night of storm. But mSIde Young Si’s fire was castm g cheery gieams over the rude room, and Yqugg Sl 'hims‘eif “Mines. why did you ever come 'here. I thought you we_re in_E1_11‘0Pe-" ‘I‘ nox. Light the fire in Your shanty, Si, and let her get dry. I’ll beasquick as I can.” . Si picked up Ethel in his strong arms and carried her into the fish-house, heaving Little Ev. to haul the boat. He placed her on one of the low benches and hurriediy began to kindle his fire; Ethel sat up dazedl-y, and u-shed back the dripping masses of her right hair. Young Si turned at the sound, and look. ed down at her with passmnate plead~ img in his eyes, _ She put out her could mg 1n has eye§. b‘ne pun our, ner 00 wet hands wustfullily.’ “Oh, Mites.” she sand. tremulously. THE POWERFUL’S ENGINES. The end. VII. VI. â€"vâ€"v vâ€"vvâ€"â€"-vâ€"â€" .. The Manager of the Princess Gold Fields Mining Comlyany reports as fol- lows zâ€"The Scramble and the Ben- son (Black Sturgeon Lake) gold mines are in full blast. The Princess Gold Mining Company begins work on Mon- day, the 25th, witha good staff of men and full equipment. These mines are situated upon the celebrated Scramble vein, one of the largest two fissure veins in the- Bat Portage country. The first monthly report of progress sent out by the Great Northern Cor- poration states that the company has been greeted with the liveliest satis- faction by the shareholders, and many letters showing their appreciation have been received at the head office. Al- though most conservative in its tone it shows the thorough confidence of the directors in the future and the energy with Which they are pushing develop- ment work. They further state that the reports from the four claims they are opening up are most promismg and that the withdrawal of their stock from the market is by no meansa re-y mgte possibility” n I1 ‘7" n1! Messrs. John Hugo Boss, John Alex- ander Macdonald, Malcolm ManneS, E. C. Cattenaoh and R. A. Dickson have taken out letters of incorporation con- stituLing them the A. \V. Ross Com- pany of Toronto (Limited), to acquire and_ca.rry on the business now known Half a dozen citizens of Grimsby a1e forming the Grimsby Gold Mining Co. (Limited), with 21K), 000 shares of $1 each. The promoters are Messrs. F. S. Baker, \Iu1ra3 Fitch, John Herman, H. C. Kerman, C. W. Van Duser and J. g}. Livingstone. _.-_ '1' ‘ as ALWWV. Ross 8; Co. The capital $20,000 ‘ Several new companies have been granted letters of incorporation by the Untario Government. The largest; company is the Citizens’ Gold and Coal Mining Company of Sudbury (Limit- ed,) which hasa total capital of $1,000,- 001) in $1 shares. The promoters all live in Sudbury, and are Messrs. M. 0. Big- gar, Chas. Jessop, Alexander Fournier, Lawrence O’Connor and H. J. Purvis. The Georgian Bay Regionâ€"Trail Creek Figures That. Speak Plainlyâ€"lnterest~ ures made by blasting the veins ap- pear to widen as they 'go down, but further exploration will have to de- termine this. The ore is soft and could be mined bya steam Shovel at the surface. A company is being or- ganized to work some of the deposits. Mr. Edgar, of the Hamilton Blast Furnace works was there some time ago and seemed satisfied that the ore was of. good quality. lit is possible that some of it may be sent to .the furnace for treatment, and if the tests worked extensively. The best veins are some miles north of the lake, but as there is plenty of water-power to be obtained in the vicinity an elec- tric tramway could easily be constructâ€" ed to carry the ore ’to the shore and transferred to boats. It could be laid ceeded in locating a number of veins, Mr. Armstrong says, by means of a magnetic instrument, which is influenc- ed by the presence of the iron. He walks over the country, and when a body .of. ore is approached its exist- ence is indicated by the movements of a needle. Corbett, claims that he can even tell the exact extent of a deposit by the little machine. Similar claims, however, have been made many times before on behalf of instruments, none of which have ever worked effectively as prospectors. FIGURES THAT SPEAK. The sale of the War Eagle for $850,- 000 and the announcement now made that active negotiations are in pro- gress on behalf of an English syndi- cate for the purchase of the Le Roi at. $1,000,000 mark a new era in af- fairs at Rossland. Heretofore the dis- trict has been largely within the do- main of estimates, new hard cash in large blocks talks most eloquently. De- tailed accurately a great many inter- esting stories of men and properties could be written at Rossland. Take the City of Spokane sold last spring to the Horne-Payne Syndicate by Ed. Haney for $05,000. in 1891 the claim was called the St. Joseph and was given outright to Howard C. Walters, by Edmund Lefeve, of Montreal. Mr. Le- feve was a prospector, disgusted with the backwardness of the country, and forced Mr. Waiters to accept a deed to the claim with the single stipulation that he should give Mr. Lefeve one- half of anything realized upon it. Mr. Walters never recorded the deed and the claim becoming vacant was relo- cated by Mr. Haney and was ultimately sold as above stated. The Sunset group recently sold to the Canadian Gold Fields Syndicate for $120,000, has an equally interesting history. Located by Messrs. Conway and Nelson in 1894, Mr. Nelson sold one-half interest for $2.- 000. Mr. Conway held on and got $18,000. The purchasers of Mr. Nel- son’s interest got $30,000 for what cost them $2,000. 'f'hese are but specimens, as it were, equally interesting {history attaching to many properties in the dis- trict. Of course conditions have chang- ed, and such properties as the Le R01, \Var Eagle, Sunset and a score of oth- ers are cheaper at the prices of to- day than when all was conjecture as to the future of the great gold-copper district. MINES OF OUR COUNTRY Mr. L. 0. Armstrong, an emigration agent of the C. P. R., has been chiefly confined to the district lying north oi Lake Huron and Georgian Bay for the Past few years, and he says that the country is rich in mineral deposits. \Vhen the railway was put through the rock cuttings laid bare many ridges of hematite iron, and it is to these that lug Stories That. Could be “'rltten of nossland Minesâ€"Notes on Various Pro- psrties. BATCH OF NEW MINING COM- PANIES IN ONTARIO. NE'W LIINING COMPANIES. NOTES. lS Dr. Bergmann, of Berlin has been summoned to St. Retegsburg tp pgrforrin U‘ “1...) 0-y- This scrap of paper so conclusively connected Matthews with the crime that the jury were only a few moments in bringing in a verdict of guilty. In his confession Matthews said Mrs. Ir- win knew that he was coming that night to murder her husband, and that she was lying awake on the bed when Sheâ€"\Vhafc worries. you, dear? Have you made any bad Investments? Hoâ€"-â€"No. but your father has. found in the dead man’s head. \Vhen spread out and cleaned it was found to be a scrap of a newspaper with the printed words nearly all legible. In Matthew’s pock- et was found a scrap of paper which fitted the tear on the side of the gun wad scrap, and when joined together the lines could be read. Still another torn scrap of newspaper found in Matâ€" thew's pocket fitted a scrap found on the floor of the shanty in which he lived. It was a Populist newspaper which Matthews had used in loading his gun, and it was a scrap from a Pop- ulist editorial which he had so brut- ally fired into poor Irwin’s head as .he slept in fancied security by the Side of his Wife. These mines are from four to seven miles from Rat Portage, and the char- acter of the ore makes the working of them ver advantageous, . A gent eman interested in the City of Spokane property, referring to cer- tain interests in the property namedE saysâ€"“This appears as if the City 0 Spokane Mine had been sold by the Lil- looet, Fraser River Cariboo Gold Fields, Ltd., as the interests mentioned as having been fixed make up a total of thirty-thirtieths, apparently the whole enterprise. The actual position is that these are interests in one-tenth only of the profits of the City ”of Spo- kane Mine, the original vendors hav- ing retained 10 per cent. interest, the property therefore remaining, except as to that, the possession of the Lillooet \Vhen suspicion first fastened upon Matthews he gave so clear and circum- stantial an amount of his movements during the twent) -four hours which in- cluded the time of the murder that be- lief in his guilt. was shaken. But. one small circumstance after another was brought to light, until finally the chain was made complete by the clue afforded by That was her story, and it was found to be true enough so far as the murder was concerned. The neighbors found Irwin’s head half blown off by a gun- shot, and What was left of it hacked as with an axe or hatchet. The little child, sleeping in the room where the deed was done, if awakened at all in)- mediately went to sleep again, and knew nothing of what had hagpened. Evidence Which Led to the Conviction of a Brutal Murderer. Very few chains of purely circum- stantial evidence have been so complete as that which fastened the guilt of; James J. Irwin’s murder upon George Matthews. The crime was committed in Charles County, Md, in the first week of Amgust last, and Matthew’s trial began on Nov. 23 and ended with his conviction four days later. He then confessed the murder, and is now under sentence of death. THE LIURDER ITSELF was a peculiarly brutal one. Irwin with his wife and child lived at the little fishing village called Aliens Fresh Charles County, _Matthews, a fisher- man, lived a few miles away. Letters intercepted by Irwin and others found in the. house after his death, implicated Mrs. Irwin and Matthews in guilty re- lations and testimony showed that 11"- win ’had knowledge of the fact, and was much distressed by it. His little child testified that there was domestic trouble on the night of the murder and that Irwin was shedding tears before he went to bed. In the dead of that night Mrs. Irwin went to a neighbor’s and said that her husband was dead. She said that she was sleeping on the bed with him and was nexn to the wall. She was awak- ened by aloud noise, and when she put her hand upon her husband’s head she found the head torn and bleeding. She then [led for help. _ -' As a sequel to Matthew’s trial came that of Emma Irwin, the murdered man's wife, which began Monday, Jan. 18, and ended in acquittal owing to the stubborn refusal of Matthews to testify in the case. In his own confession last November, Matthews fully implicated Mrs. Irwin as his accomplice, and Mrs. Irwin’s sister as one of the chief in- stigators of the crime. W'hen Mrs. 1r- Wi-n was brought to trial, Matthews flatly refused to give the testimony, Without which it was impossible to con- vict. The counsel for the prosecution tried every legal device they knew to introduce Matthew’s previous confes- sion, but in this they were defeated at every point by the alertness of Mrs Irwin’s counsel. pwpeuy Lnererore remaining, except as to that, the possession of the Lillooet Company's”. . The Fairvlew camp, in which the Smuggler IS Sltuated, is pronounced by Ehe British Columbia Mining Record to “A 1.1 ' be one of the richest mineral regions in the world, and the development work which is now being done gives promise that 11111.81] will be said by the pressmf Ontario about this section here- after. Immediate further development of the mine is now being arranged for, and the contemplated work includes the deepening of the shaft, which is al- ready 110 feet in solid pay ore, the running of a tunnel to tap the vein at a depth of several hundred feet, and such other work as will be neces- sary to open up an ore body sufficieub to keep in continuous operations fully equipped reduction plant. CONVICTED BY A SCRAP OF PAPER THE PAPER GU65T WAD WHICH IS WORSE.