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Matthew Dane had altered nothing. He was, no doubt. glad of the information he had received. because it was of use to him -bat he had no warmings of heart to- wards the tool who had supplied the information. He made use of men, he never ellowed them to make use of him. That is why he dismissed Albert as if he had been a footman, and went into his dining-room leaning on Miles' shoulder as though he had been his familiar friend. His ways were per- haps inscrutable. but there was " ways a motive for everything he did. "Why don't you laugh, ioo, Mrs. [Janet You don't seem very gay to- night. Miss Angel, when you are married, I hope you'll keep your has.. band's home bright and cheerful; a sour. sad face is but a poor comfort to a business man after his day's work." And so he rattled on, ad.. dressing chaff and his banter chittly to Angel and Geoffrey, so that Miles and Dulcie fell again apart into quiet talk pogether. Me -- --- -'-e"'"-""" - “'“’ When he chose he could lay aside all his autocratic airs, and unbend into gracious and genial companionship. He did so choose to-night. Never had Geoffrey seen his uncle so pleasant and so light-hearted. He sat at the and of the table, helping his guests, asking questions " to the day, chatting the young men upon their good fortune in having had the charge of such charm- ing young ladies, complimenting the girls upon their looks and their dresses. He asked questions, too, as though they were of the deepest interest to him, is to who rowed, who steered, who had caught crabs, and professed himself thankful that so giddy a crew had some. safely to land without a more in- timate acquaintance with the waters of tain. What was it? she wondered, glancing apprehensively at him now and again. Something or somebody was to be sacrificed to his will-pray Hutton it did not involve the happi- Hr 'n' of her dear Geoffrey, thought the pour woman, whose one bright spot in F.fu “an Geollrey’s kindness. She mum not join in the fun and laughter, knowing well that it was only put on tn attain some end. She looked net- vans and wretched. A fancy came to her thtt. her husband was filling up 1ivotirrgs champagne somewhat fre. unt'nlly, and she knew it was his best wine. The thought made her shiver. And then her eyes met his acroe~t the length of the table. and there must h in: been some mute appeal for mercy m than, for her lord darted forth one of those angry gleams at her, that had always the power to make her shrink and tremble. It is Urtain that this, too, was not lost. upon old Dane. It amused him, and for t_he prompt it gerved his pur- pose, so he int them alone, whet-I53 them {unholy from the corner of he eye. "That can easily be stopped when it suits me," he laid to himself. "For luggage!!! i_t__ia a help to me." What did Miles and Dulcie signify to him? His objects by elaewh- and it they were so unlucky as to get in his war-why then, of course, they would be crushed] it was a proposal of marriage from Horace Lessiter. He wrote to her now, he told her, although he knew that he had better have waited longer, be- cause an unexpected crisis had come in his fortunes. A cousin settled in Australia had written to offer him a share in a very good business it he would come out and join him at once. Horace told Dulcie frankly that he was so much in debt that he hardly knew which waiem turn: that his brother, who had lped him more than once, had refused to do so again, and that his difficulties were such that it had Mom necessary for him to do some- thing towards earning nis living. Such an opening as this was not likely to present itself_ngain. . -- Father Thames. Miles, who knew only the sterner official side of the great man's character. rapidly began to lose that sensation of cold awe with which for some years. he had been in the hab- it of regarding him; Geoftrey told himself in characteristic vernacular, that ' the old boy wasn't a bad sort at- ter all, when you got to know him;" and the two girls, never having had occasion to tear him, chattered to him with a saucy freedom, which pleased him from its novelty. . - CHAPTER. XV. Angel and Dulcie had two little bed- rooms opening out of each other, at Cromwell Road. When they went upstairs both girls were tired out with their long day of pleasure. They parted at once with a kiss, at the door- way between their rooms, and in a very few minutes, in Angel’s room, at least. there reigned darknese and I complete silence. Then, when all was still, Dulcie took the letter out of her pocket that she had found upon the hall table, and opened it. Unly Mrs. Dane, at the other end of the table, sat silent, constrained and uncomfortable. She knew him so Weil. He was never like this unless he had some part to play, some deep scnrme in his mind, some object to at- She knew who it was from, and she was pretty well aware before she tres. Watt to read it of what its contents would consist. - The Australian cousin was an older man than himself. who had retained In affectionate remembrance of him in his boyhood, and he had written in e generous manner and seemed really unions to have him out there. Yet. eooner than tears Dulcie for ever, he declared that he would drive a heneom, or sweep a crossing. or bog in the “mete, or, it, thort, do en, other of those immible thing. that men weer l Angel by fast asleep. Her face, in gits perfect repose, was lovely as a ldreun. The lung lashes drooped iclose upon the flushed cheek. The {soft masses of brown hair lay scatter- led loosely upon her pillows, and ithrough the parted curves of her red lips, the even breathing came and lwent as sweet and deep as an infant’s slumber. One arm bare to the elbow, lay flung back behind her head, and the small shell-like palm, With doubled- up finger-tips, lay like a fallen rose Ilezit, close to her pure smooth brow. The whole attitude was one of utter lpeuce and abandon. Sleep is only lover lly thus in maidens and young child- lien. Angel, lying asleep, was like iher name, and she was beautiful. with Is strange, unreal beauty-the delicate tinted face, the smooth white arm, the ‘wurm rounded neck, half concealed in Ithe frame-work of soft laces that fell :uwuy from it like a wreath of snow- flakes, all made a picture that an art- ist would have raved over, and to which Dulcie was far from being insensible. ‘As she mood watching her, carefully ,shuding the light with her hand, IAngel stirred slightly, and her lips curledinlousmileof pure, gentle hap- piness. into " though some sweet dream ‘were flitting pleasantly across her .slooping fancy. Dulcie felt strangely ‘mm ed by that smile; there was some- .Ihing of the maternal instinct in her "roneerning those she loved much, as "here ever is in a true-souled woman. That sleeping smile appealed to her lenderness to her protecting faculties; [hex-31m filled with tears. 'ghen itulvie took up the candle, and crept softy iyto [hp adjoitrutroom, of woman has ever yet made them do for her sake, if only, by resigning her, they can do anything more comfortable to themselves. If she would give him the smallest hope, he wrote, he would either go out and make a home for her, and ask her to follow him to the other side of the world when the home was ready, or else he would remain, and do some such desperate thing as he had mentioned at home, in order to be near her. "nut," he added. "if my case is utterly hopeless, let me know the worst at once, and I will take my pass- age and sail next week, leaving Eng- land for ever, and you, the only wo- man I have ever, or ever shall love, sh_a_l_l never hear of me again}: - “She shall not suffer if I can pre- vent it," she slid to herself, as she bent and touched her sister's cheek witha butter-fir (areas. Angel ai.. wurs seemed to present a certain helplessness of character to the stur- dier nature of her sister. Perhaps she wasb less helpless than she deemed her to e. "She shall be happy yet. She will be happy, I know it. Not with Horace Leasher. but with Geoffrey Dune. who is worthy of her." And then She crept away back to her own room, and sat down and wrote at the corner of her dressing-table - three lines - short and incisive lines, that decided the destiny of more than one person In this history. "It can never be as you wish. Go to Australia, and make your fortune. I shall always be your friend, and hope you will find a better wito than Icguld ever beto ,ou.-D. B. - - -- te do so ggibly, and yet that go lore "No. He shall go. He is not good enough for her," she said half aloud, adding with a quaint little smile at herself in the glass in front of her, "Nor, for the matter of that, for me either P' Then a little later she murmured: "She shall never know it--neverl" meaning that Leesiter had proposed to her. "He shall go away out of both our lives for ever, and she shall never understand why." And then she thought about Geoffrey Dane. Could any woman desire a better lover than he would bet Was there not a charm about him, about his pleasant voice, his quiet thoroughbred manners, his thoughtful, intelligent face, that were a guarantee in themselves of the good- ness of his heart and the refinement in his nature? "He likes her already, he will love her soon," she said to herself. "She will forget this unworthy lover, and there is happiness before her with this other man." When Dulcie had finished reading the letter, which was very long, she stood holding it in her hand, gazing thought- fully into the flame of her candle, with a small contemptuous: smile at the corners of her mouth. Personally she was not very much affected by the seeming love and despair of her suitor, she had never given him credit for much feeling, and she could not exon- erate him in her own mind from a cer- taim amount of double dealing. m loved her, he said, and no doubt he desired to marry her; but he had, she believed, been unable to resist the temptation of trifling with Angel’s feelings. He had made love to one sister and he had pretended to make love to the other. It had no doubt amused him to do this, but in doing so he had brought real sorrow to Angel, and Dulcie was not likely to forgive him. After that, she got into bed and fell asleep; and she. too, had her drums. Dreams about tsmooth-tio' rivers. and green, over-hanging banks. Dreams, in which and: and Austral- ian cousins, 1ovo-iasttera, and his “In in white flannel; were oddly MM up in u strange continua. For ten minutes or more Dulcie de- bated this question with grave, fixed eyes, whilst the smile of scorn faded away from her lips; then, with a lit- tle wave of her hand she brushed away the delusion into which a less clear- ly balanced mind than hera might have fallen. It was for Angel's sake, now, that she hesitated and debated. If she sent him away definitely to the other side of the world, then would he not be for ever lost to her sister! Would she be justified in doing so? Would not the faint chance of his making Angel happy be for ever thrown away? It, on the contrary, she tem- porised, if she bade him refure his cousin's offer-star in England, in short, under more or less of false pre- teneo--might not time, perhaps, open his eyes to the beauty and sweetness of the sister who really loved him, and give Angel a chance of winning the man who would make her happy? - The house in Cromwell Road seemed to be enveloped in slumber. Yet its master and mistress were awake far on my! the night. Matthew Dane, still in his gvonlng dress, stood up erect and stem. with his back to the mantelpieoo, in his wife's dressing-room. He was no longer the genial host. the kind- ly old gentleman, the pleasantly affectionate' uncle, and master of the house. Allthat, which had only been assumed for the time, was done with, and laid aside. Matthew Dane was himself now-his worst self-the domestic bully, laying his cruel order. upon the wife, who sated him means. she understood tm. She mt before bun, twisted up upon her sofa, wringing her hands. that were moist from nervousness, with head turned away, not daring to look him in the Gee. There was nothing about her that nppealed either to his affection or to his respect. She was thin and wasted a poor, washed-out. neverless thing. with no spirit and no courage. Her very dress, an unlovely bed-room wrap- per, found disfavour in his eyes, by reason of its disordered limpness. But she was still his creature, his bond-slave. The only use of her was to fulfill his orders and to carry out his commands. She might writhe under the lush with which she was driven, but she was always incapable of any struggle against his will. "You must get it out of him," he was saying to her, "worm yourself into his cgnlidenoe - women can always do t at." "And why should justice go unap- peased, pray? Why should the man get off soot-free? Why should he not suffer for his sin? Don't be a fool! As to the 'poor woman,' as you call her, she is a deal better dressed than you are, let me tell you. and as handsome as paint --eurb'e her! And, what is more, she has got at Geoffrey, some- how-the Lord knows how - flattered him, no doubt, till she can twist} him round her finger. A fine chance for her to keep a hold over the firm, no doubt, she thinks. Geoffrey knows where she la, as sure as you and I are sitting here, and that's what I want to find out." “Then why dont you ask him to tell you?" she suggested, witha momentary boldness. Ir, swore at her roundly tora fool. "no you suppose hes would tell met Of course he has sworn secrecy, she doesn't want me to tind out her wherenbouts; of course I can set the police to work if other things tail, but I'm not going to sound an alarm till I'm sum the man's alive. It is you, who are always making a fuse over th " boy, and pettin and codding him, who can find out. good Lord, it's easy enough, and you've got; to do it, b tell you!" '1 henvshe tellto weeping softly. "I'm so fond of him, Matthew-l hate to play a truitor's past to htmf’ _ . "Traitors be d--dl ith all for his good. What advantage is it to a young fellow to be dangling after a married woman, or even a widowt I shouldn't have thought you would have been a woman to look with fav- our on that sort of love-making? _ "Oh, bat why should you suspect such things! You have no proof of anything so wrong!" she cried with something almost of indignation. Ber lord laughed grimly. "What other prooi do 1 want than woman’s nature, my dear, all the world overt Mdme, de Bretour is, what all beautiful women are, artful and fond of admiration - trust her to make love to a good looking young fellowif <he has a chance, more especially if there's an and to be gained by it. So, you Bee, you may in fact be saving Four favourite from a great danger. He can't marry this woman. I intend him to marry the eldest Miss Halli- “Indeed, Matthew. Geoffrey in so open and candid, I should not know how to do it in that war. I could 0111): ask him right out it he imew---" "That's neither here nor there. It is settled butwoen Hulliday and myself, 'l ho are the principal persona con- cerned, that it is to be so. So you (my consider that fixed. As for the boy, it will be an arrangement very much to his advantage every way. So you see that any other entanglement he has got into will have to be broken off. That will come after - but before I take strong measures in that direc- tion, I want to make use of theturn things seem to have taken. and to dis- cover the truth about Leon do Bro- four; this folly of Geoffrey's will set me on the right track---" and then old Dane levelled his long forefinger at his wife's head and fixed his ttlitter- ing eyes upon her. _ - (1:1; "Will it be for his happiness, do you think?" she enquired a little doubtfully, for she was apt to regard her husband’s schemes of benevolence with some suspicion. "Of course she seems a sweet girl, and if they were to love each other--" "And that, I tell you. is precisely what you are not to do. I don't want to scare the game away. That women, do Brefour, has been to me, weeping, and praying for forgiveness - wanting me to sign a paper, or some such? rub- bish. Does the woman take me for a foolt People don't ask for forgiveness for the dead, but for the living. I tell you, that swindling thief of a husband of hers is alive to this hour- and, as sure as I'm a living man,. I'll bring him to justice yet." "Oh! After all these years - you might show mercy, Matthew. And was it not certain that the poor man was killed inlhit dreadful railway acci- dent?" "I never was convinced of that, and now I am certain that he is still alive. in hiding somewhere, probably with er." "Ah, poor woman. what a life she must have led, if that is so." sighed Mrs. Dane. "Could not you have some pity for so and a case, Matthew? After all, you got back nearly all the papers and the cheques; there was very lit- tie lost----" latest. In the ancient wan it was the cue- tom for both armies to so into winter quarters, but nowadays such a thing is nit» unknown, and several battle. during this century have been fought on WI Du and NmYur'e Mra. Dane looked unspeakabli shock- ia. Dane looked up with deep in- ANCIENT WAR CUSTOM. (To be Continued.) 9iht t' HORRIBLE EXPERIENCE OF AN ENGLISH ENGINEER. .0." Con; Gee‘l Vengeance In the Wllde of Bqr-h--tgaerd Fro- the new. " the Gm: [an by I Do- ath-en! of ' and A Native Girl. Burmah was 1 moat disturbed coun- try from 1852 till 1856. I had my share of rough work, for I was detailed to survey and explore the country with a View to opening it out by roads, writes Henry Stone. BAIT FOR. h TIGER TRAP. I was quite young, and owed my position to my knowledge of survey- ing and civil engineering, which I had Learned at echcol at Woolwich. I wee surveying a line for a road between Frame and Rangoon. I cannot give de- tails, as I have not my diaries by me. but one day some villagers came to ask me to shoot some elephants that were destroying their Dhan, paddy fields. I asked them it the herd was a large one. They said yes, bat that it the two rimrlatuisrs, who looked like twins, were killed. the mt would so back quietly into the Yamaha. I was not particularly busy that day. so I agreed to so out. I had a. long trudge, and, sure enough. Icame on the two inseparable; and encount- ed for them both. But the day was overcast. We strayed erretically; tin- elly, night came on, and our men so- knuwledged that they did not know their way out of the forest. How slowly did the hours pass! The cold was bitter, but I must have dazed off all the some.for [remember being awakened by a clummy something crawling over me. My heart leaped in- to my mouth. It was only a rock- snake, hawever, creeping through the bars and seeking an exit sunk-where. Ohl the ghastly loathsomt-ness of feel- ing that cold,cteepy reptile gliding over my poor, palpitating body! I thanked God when the snake found an outlet somewhere and disappenred. TORTURING THE PEOPLE and luvylng blackmail whenever poa- aible. His whereabouts, however,had not been heard of for some time, and as there was no hope of our getting back to my headquarters we lit fires and composed ourselves to sleep. He ordered them ott tor instant tor- ture and execution, but I cannot de- scribe the horrors that touowad. Their memory isahorrid nightmam to this day. But previously, while a prisoner and tied to a tree, a Karen girl had, at the risk of her life, given me a little water, and I begged other to send some one hurriedly to Capt. D'Oyly. who was camped a few miles off, to hurry to my rescue. 'lhe trap was one of those usually erected for tigers in Burmah. It was a lung, rectangular box-like structure made of bamboos. The portion set aside for the bait was only just large enough tor me. Icrouched there dumbly. It was Christmas Eve,and the weath- er very chilly-tor Hannah. I offered large bribes to my custodians to let me escape. but they scoffed at 13m shurtly afterward the crowning horror came. I heard soft footfalls first, and then something sniffing round the trap. There could be no doubt that it was the man-eater. Mr heart nearly burst._l was kept in agony tor fully ten minutes, and then the beast evi- dently found the door, for he entered and I heard the door (all. There was a partition of bamboos between him and me, but I anticipated that he Would soon demolish that and then tear me to pieces as I lay huddled up helplessly. _ - _ . It appeared afterward. however, that the Karen girl's brother had been forced to erect the trap and had made the partition of male bamboos of great streng_th._ - - __ .. or. I ought to have mentioned that Mount Gonna Gee, an independent warrior, halt soldier and wholly a da- ooit. was in arms at this time, and ap- peared here and there from time to time. Whenever he met our troops he was defeated, of course, but as a rule he only attacked outlying towns, I suppose it was between 2a.m. and 3a.m., when we were savagely awak- ened, and before we knew for certain whether the whole thing was a fantas- tio dream or not, we were securely bound and taken off to Gonna Gee's headquarters, about six miles off. About 8 pam, I was walked off a good six or eight miles through dense Jungles. reviled and tortured more or less the whole war, and at length I found myself stripped and thrust into a trap prepared for a tiger--a bamboo arrangement of simple oonstruetion. My jailers were needlessly brutal and abused me in every way, ttoping I'd like the treatment I should meet from the mun-eating tiger which hovered about near where the trap had been speci- ally laid. . . . .. . HALF DAZED WITH HORROR. and quite unable to realize my fear- ful positiqn._ -- _ - ._ We had an interview with him next morning. He said he had tons wanted to catch a sahib ot' tho demoted Eng- lish, and would mute out to me a pun- ishmunt so terrible that it would et- fectually prevent others from wander- ing into his country. As tor those with me, he said they had been warned what their fate would be if they assisted the Kala-logue. WIni‘t'he darkuwa Iwuld see thegreat lumlnuns. wistful eyes of the man-eat- -- THE FEARFUL BRUTE findipg that _he tta.sl.d not get inuto me, began to insert his paws gently, bat I crept up to the outer bars, and then he could hardly reach me. He did succeed. however, in giving me a claw or two on my back and buttock. As he smelled the blood he began to gnaw at the bars. and would doubtless hare made abort work of them, but there was a sudden glare of torches, a confused murmur, and than I felt the worat1uu1rmayeL_. --- . iii, Kama girl, with ten of the Sikhs out of the twenty which formed my bodyguard. came up and bayoneted the tiger, who m caught literally like I rat in I trap. Fire they dared not, as they we onlyacouple of miles from Goung Geo's camp. They released me --more dead than ttlive-from my liv- ing tomb, and then improvised I ham- mock out of a native blanket and car- ried me to pr can)“ En route I met D'Oyly. who, with a strong force of regulars and irregu- lara, wan hastening to my rescue. He was delighted to see me tree, and has- tened on in the hope of surprising the daeoit leader. The latter. however, was too well eerved, and had decamped before my friend, _arrived. I lay between life and death for six weeks, for the shock to my system.“ well u the exposure to the cold chills of e Deoembe: night, hnd brought on I. severe attack of fever. But I was truly thankful for my seemingly mira- culous escape from that man-eater, whom I met under such appalling condition. low a - " the World'n lulu-s Sleep Ian] Early Khan. The Kniler Ileepl on a regulation - bed, "eh n in served out in the German truly to junior officers. but the sheets no of somewhat finer linen. Everything else is of the rough regi- mental pattern. He goes to bed at 11 p.m., and rises with rigid punctu- ality at f.ivt.o'y19elr in the morning. His sleep 1381131111] tstritated,but (air- ly regular. Very few of the Women in these inn lands are well educated. Som-. how- ever, hive been taught in the convanu. but this number is small. The Philip- pine girl is very fond of music and is generally able in play both on the harp and the guitar. The guitar is very popular and might be called the nat- ionul instrument. For the Durpose of assisting them in playing the girls al.. low the thumb nail of- the right hand to grow very long. Queen Wilhelmina goes to bed About eleven o'clock and gets up early. Like her tether. on rising, she taken a stroll round the park and visits the stables. Her bedstead is of moruumsntalaizes, be- ing broad enough for six, and propor- tionately deep. It ia whispered that her youthful Majesty Shores slightly! The Philippine maiden is usually very preuy, with a graceful. supple figure. Her eyes are large and shadrd by long, dark lashes; her hair is black in 0010:. long and glossy, and it is her chief pride. She gives it a great deal of care and attention, frequently anuint- ing it with oil of the coooanut. “hich probably glves it the peculiar gloss. The young girl usually wears her hair hanging loosely down her back, but the older Women build it up in u fanciful knot, often adorned with tlowers. These girls are athletically inclined. They ride and swim with great dex- terity. They are also very fond of durwing. In Manila, “hich is a very cosm .politzln city, many Mestizes, who are Creole girls of the Philippines, go into the beat lociety. One old-time custom prewils in the Philippines that will undoubtedly pass away with the beginning of the new American life and rule. It is an old marriage cultoln, and obliges the lover to serve in the house of his int ended bride's father for several months previous to the cere- mony. The marriages tenet- usually last for several days. Then the bride, who has not often teen. more then m- teen summers, is led an: to her hue- hand's home. I house an a of bamboo. probably built by his own hands. King Humbert of Italy cannot sleep exceptron 3 very hard bed. He dispenses with the use of pillows. He uses sheet- of the very coarsest web, and sleeps like a top. Next to her hair the Philippine girl prides heerself on her feet. She is not like the poor Chinese women, forced to have them of diminutive proportions. but she is just as careful of them. She wears no stockings, but mouse. the feet In elaborately embroidered slippers “ilhoul heels. Our own Gracious Sovereign the Queen goes to bed quite late, although she is n comparntively early riser. Year in and year out, her average time of going to bed is quarter past ten. A ltu1run-waitinir is deputed to read her off to sleep. but out of consideration for the living novelists whose works have such sonmolent effect upon Her Majesty. we retain from mentioning their names. Her Majesty’s sleep is very calm. though brief. Leopold u., the King of the Bel- gians, cool late to bed. He spends half the night working and reading. In strong contrast to his neighboring sovereian. he uses an ordinary bed- stead, without any other luxury than a quilt of swansdown. He is a Very chilly mortal. Abdul Hamid-who would have thought it t-esnjors the peaceful, bland, unbroken slumbers of a child. No visions trouble him; one would think, as one looked upon his sleeping form, that his tsonscicmeo--it he has $2ne--wut5 calm and clear. The President of the French 1leputw lio, M. Felix Faure, sleeps rather bad- ly. Bits rest in troubled and he suffers much from nightmare. He has one curious habit which is worthy of notice. In the sultry summer nights he has been known to give orders to his valet to bring him fresh sheet. two or three times In the night. The Czar of Russia. the august ally of M. Faure. has the greatest diffi- culty in getting a good night's rest, and yet he is what old-fashioned peo- ple call "a lover of the bed." He gets up late in the morning unless urgent business demands an early rising. He dreads the night. His bedroom is al- ways brilliantly lit up, like a recep- tion room. He often suffers from acute insomnia. and makes a frequent use of chloral. LA'l‘IVE PHILIPPINE GIRLS. SOIE ROYAL SLUMBERS. TORONTO EXPERIENCES OF A YOUNG ENG- LISH TRAVELLER. TUUBED AFRIGA ALONE. A London Letter tstsrar-Proubir there has been no such interest circl- ing around African trevellere Ind zeo- graphcn since the time of Henry M. Stanley's expiditlon n has been cum-ed by the arrival thin week of a yuan; and hitherto unknown Englishmen. Mr. Albert Bushnill Lloyd from Central Africa. utter a record journey of Lhrel months from the heart of Africa a London, trnelltng over Stanley's route down the Congo no the west coast. The journey was in one reaped more remarkable than titanic]! in. asmuch as Mr. Lloyd travelled quill alone. no far an European were 00!- oerned.end was only accompanied h two native eervuute endows“ num- ber of carriers. Moreover. although in marched three weeks in the DUI“! (crest. and then traversed the who]: length of the Aruwimi river, the bank: of which are lined wtth WARLIKE CANNIBALS. he never once tired I shot in sell-do fence. Ott the contrary,he wuon cor- dial terms with both pigmieu and enn- nihnln. On entering the great primal tureat, Mr. Lloyd went went for five days without the eight of n pigmy. Suddenly he became aware of their presence by mysterious movement: among the trees, which he first attri- buted to the monkeys. Finally M came to a clearing and stopped at ll Arab village, where he met a great number of pigtuius. "They told me," said Mr. Lloyd, "that, unknown tome. that had been watching me for live days, waxing through the growth a the forest. 'lhey appeared very much frightened. and even when whit: covered their (aces. I asked a chi to allow mute photograph the dwarf; and he brought a dozen together. I was able to secure 1 snap Wot, but did not succeed in the time exposure. as the pigmies wt-uld not stand still. Then I tried to measure them, and found not one over four feet in height, AU were fully developed, the women mm.'what slighter than the men. I was amazed at their sturdinean. The BEE COULDN'T TELL. d," l descended trom a monkey, I in. any. but; I'll not sum. for l - .C I" " your “that". 9.0910. One day she was out prospecting in cmnpnny with her little daughter. when she heard the Inner cry, “Mama“. mama, I have f und some rock czar-11y like the specimen Mr. Pearson had " Sun Bernardino. "tt we are “when we kuuw I link more almul materubs than Ihe diree toru ot the Valley Road did when they startrd. On u requisition sent. in on. of the items for tue Valley Road wu fish plan-u A director gravely (trout ed it out with Ihe remark. Ave haven‘t a directors" cat' yet, so lam-u tue men can get along without fish plates.' on the Wiman’s road it is an understood thing that th" fish plates will be of 'steel-not of china." That was how Mrs. Kicked came to own I sold mine that produced as much " £2.01!) to the ton. MEN HAVE LONG BEARDS reaching half way down the cheat. Tlv/r are very timid, and will not look a stranger in the (nee. their heed-lib eyed constantly shifting. They are. it struck me, fairly intelligent. In a lung talk a chief Converted intelligently about their custom in the forest. and the number of triheumen. Both men and women except tor a tiny stripe of bark, were quite nude. The men were armed with poisoned arrows. The chief told me the tribers were nomadic, and never slept two nights in the same place. They Just huddled ttgether in hastily thrown up huts. Mvmorieu of a white traveuer-Mr. Stanley, at oourse--who crossed the forest year. ago, atill linger among them." STARTLED BY THE BICYCLE. Mr. Lloyd iha-n proceeded through th: cannibal countries to the coast. lie found the cannibal» warlike and fierce but opvn and straight forward, and had no difficulty with them. At one place he put together a bicyt'le he had with him and rode around their village. A remarkable some fullowed. thousand- of Cannibals, man, women and children, turning out, dancing and yelling at what they described an " Europe" riding a snake." Seventeen years ago Mrs. Kicked was left a widow without means. and with a little girl to Bare tor. Mrs. Rickert bought a tent, and pitched it in the quane desert. During the tive you”: in which she has been riding and drhing between Stockton and the mines. she has artudi. ed the needs and wosibililien of mu country with comprehensive eye. Alan; the mother lode there an thousands of tons of ore, and on the other side of it in the timber belt there Are Lbuuaaudl of feet of tum. ber to be carried to tidewater ll Stock. ton. Apropos of the railway under. taking, Mr. Hickert tells this story;- In. Brownt'ton--Whr, ttnder the out no {on landing here. suing out of the rant doort Mrs. Annie Kline thicken is the pro- aident of the Stockton and Tuolumne County Railroad, which is better known as "the wuumu's railroad." Mrs. Itiekeaa, in addition to being I raiiway president is an owner of mine.. A umpany of California Women il building a railway from Summon-vino to Stockton, a dim-moo of sixty odd miles. The majority at the stockholders an walnut. the directory are women, and th: control of the building contract- in in the bands of women. Can-lulu or the but (nu-om The Home» hover Tumbled Ill. New Barnum-Sun, th' sun won't WON EN OF GRIT. Nor AFRAI D