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There will only be room for your dressing-bag in the buggy." Mr. Sabin rose to his feet. "The drive will be pleasant," he said, "especially if it is through such coun- try as this. I am not sure that; I re- gret your mbrtake, Harrison. You will remain and bring the baggage on, I mppoce T 7 fl _ It was a very beautiful road, and Mr. Sabin was quite con- tent to lean back in his not un- comfortable seat and admire the scenery. For the most part it was of a Iarariant and broken character. There Were very few signs of agriculture. live in the immediate vicinity of the Large. newly built houses which they passed every now and then. At times they "irted the side of a mountain. and far below them In the valley the River Leine wound its way along like a broad silver band. Here and there the road passed through a thick forest of e1otge1rttrow'mg pines. and Mr. Sabin. holding ttiaCcigarotte aWay! from him, leaned back and took long draughta of tho rminons. piney odor. " was soon after emerging from the but of thee th it they suddenly came upon a house which moved Mr. Sibin almost to enthusiasm. It lay not far back from the road, " very long. two- etoriel white building. free from the over-ornamentation which disfigured moat of the near-by mundane. White pillars in front, after the colonial 13- h- ion, supported a long sloping veranda root, and the smooth. trimly-kept lawns stretched almost to the terrace which bordered the piazza. There were sun blinds of striped holland to the southern windows. and about the whole place there was an air of simple and elegant refinement. which Mr. Cabin found curiously attractive. He broke for the first time the silence which had reigned betWeen him and the driver. _ - "What are we going to dot" Mr, Sabin asked. "You ought tu'have alighted at the last station. air." the man continued. "Stockbridge in eleven miles trom here." They walked out on to the road where a one-horse buggy was waiting. The driver took no more notice of them than to terminate, In a. leisurely way, his conversation with a railway porter, qnd unhitch the horse: _ _ _ Mr. Sabin felt in his breast. pocket, and extracted therefrom a letter. It was a coincidence undoubtedly. but the fact was indisputable. The ad. dress scrawled thereon in Fellx'l sprawling hand was : "Mrs. James B. Peterson. ', '. By favor of Mr. Sabin." "I will make a call there." Mr. thin said to the man. " Drive me up The man pulied up tttat horse. " What, do you know her?” he asked. MP. Sabin affected to be deeply In- terested in a distant point of the land-cape. The man muttered some- thing to himcelt and turned up the drive. "You have met her abroad. may- be?" he suggested. Mr. Sabin took absolutely no notice at the question. Ths lee? impartin- been made for the depot l a few yards down, the line seemed to vanish into a tunnel of black foliage, from amongst which the red-barked tree trunks stood out with the regularity of a regiment of soldiers. The clear air was fragrant with a peculiar and aromatic perfume, so sweet and whole- some that Mr. Sabin held the cigarette which he had lighted at armU length, that he might inhale this, the most fascinating odor in the world. He was at all times sensitive to the influence of scenery and natural perfumes, and the mibility of spending the rest of his days in this country had never seemed so .little obnoxious as during those few moments. Then his eyes sud- denly fell upon a large, white house, magnificent but evidently newly fin- laheti. gleaming forth from an open- ing in the woods, and his brows COM- tracted. Hi.s former moodinees re- turned. Mr. Sabin merely nodded. A little time ago a mistake on the part of a servant was a thing which he would not have tolerated. But those were days which seemed to him to be very fay back In. the past. - - cit will be heat, air," the man agreed. "There is a. train In about an hour." CHAPTER LII. Mrs. James B. Peterson, ot Lennox. Mr. Sabin found him“ late on the “term of the followlng day alone on the platform ot a little wooden atatlon. watching the train whlch had dropped him there a. few mlnutes ago snorting awarround a dictum curve. it yam only_a little olearlng which had His servant came tiaeti presently. with explanations for his prolonged absence. - Mr. Sabin took the seat try his side. and they drove off. A --- - _ "371533-83 know," he inquired, "whose house that la?" A - __ - The man fllipped his horse's can with the whip. “I guess so," he answered. "That is the old Peterson house. Mrs. James B. Pqterarou lives they: now." . A “I am sorry, sir," he said, "but I mggle a mistake in taking the tickets." The man " What, I asked. It. Babu tanned in land-cape. t_h_lng to h "It is not the country," he muttered to_timselt. "It is th-tpie." A h Free tram h Free tram Any Particle of Coloring Matter; in Dainty ttl2glgt'tti tna; l- the only Tea that units rut! diam palate. and is wholesome or the mat delicate Motions, A '. SALADA CEYLON AND INDIA GG" Tdo%nail 3 thing w'nnnoy NATURAL. LEAF GREEN TEA IT IS ALSO A BRITISH PRODUCT. " Lennox. Ceylon Teas are sold In Seated Lend Packets only. Black, Mixed. Uncolored Ceylon Green Free samples sent. Address "Sntada," Toronto -.' The man withdrew with a low how, the and Mr. Sibin stood for a few min. ued. ates turning over magazines and jour- iom min which covered a large, round table. and represented the ephemeral Mr. literature ot nearly ever country in Europe. ired " Mrrs. Peterson." he remarked to will lhimself. "must be a woman of Catho- the he tastes. Here Is Le Petit Journal 'our inside the pages ot the English Con. temporary Review." Ho was turning the magazines over mm, with interest. when ho chanced to >un- glance through the great south window re- a few feet away from him. Something will he saw barely a hundred yards from n, I the little Iron fence which bordered the Iawna, attracted his attention. He man rubbed his eyes and looked at it again. ' an Ho was puzzled, and was on the point of ringing the hell, when the man who out! had admitted him entered, bearing a :ing. tray with liqueurs and cigarettes. Mr. E of Sabin beckoned him over to the Win- rely (low. way .. What is that little flag P' he asked- " It is connected, I believe, in some side, way," tho man answered. “with a game of which Mrs. Peterson is very end. fond. I believe it indicates the local- con- ity of a small hole." un- "Golf ?" Mr. Sabin exclaimed. the Cg That is the name of the game. sir." ot a the man ansWered. 66 I had forgotten here it tor the moment." mre, Mr. Sabin tried the window. the "I want to get out," he said. they The man opened it. imcs "If you are going down there, sir,” tain. he said. "I will send James Green to the meet you. Mrs. Peterson is so fond of like] the game that she keeps a Beotchman here here to look after the links and in- tyt I struct her." "Nothihir, wthan]: you." Mr. Babin answered. Mr. Sabin admitted the fact with 50310 surprise. Mr. Sabin followed him into alarge and dei'ghtfully furnished library. Then he looked knenly at the servant. " You know me," he remarked. " Monsieur Le Due Bousperutier," the man answered with a bow. 6t I am an Englishman. but I was in the service of the Marquis do la Merle in Parh tor ten years." " Most certainly, sir," til; min an. swered. " Is there anything which I eap_trrrntr you P' - Mr. Sabin, calmly ignoring him, de scended and stepped through the wide open door into a beautiful square hall, in the centre of which was a billiard table. A servant. attired in unml-ztak- ably English livery. stepped forward to meet him. " We expect her in a very few min- utes." the man answered. " She is out riding at pnesent. hity I inquire if you are Mr. Babin, sir P' him, but It prevented him asking Dew oral questions which he would llke to have had answered. The man mut- tered something about a civil amal- to a civil question not being much to expect. and pulled up his horse in front 013119 great. entrance porc_h. - - - '. 18 Mrs. Peterson at home P' Mr. Sabin inquired. The min received the intimation wrttrry8rpetrt. "Your' face," Mr. Sabin said. "was familiar to me. You look like a man fo be truqted. Will you be so good as to remember that ihe Due ltr" untor. tunately dead, and I am Mr. Sabin P' " Will -you kindly walk this way, your Grace t" he said. "If you would like to see your room, sir, before you go out," the man sug- gested, "it is quite ready. If you will give me Four keys I will have Four clothes laid out." Mr. Sabin was bewildered. Then he remembered the stories which he had heard ot American hospitality, and concluded that this must be an In- stance of it. "I understood BO, air," the Gan an- swered. "Your room has been ready tor three weeks. "I had not the slightest intention of stopping here," he said to the man. “Mrs. 1'etereon expected you to do 90, air, and we have sent your convey- Mice away. If it is inconvenient tov you to remain now, it will be easy to send you nnywhere you desire later." They followed the winding footpath which brought them suddenly out on the border of a mturnitieent stretch of park-like country. Mr. Rabin, whose cnthualaams were rare. failed wholly to restrain a little exclamation of ad- miration. A few yards away was one of the largest and most magnificently kept putflrttetrreee that behind ever seen in his life. By 1113 side was a raised teeintr-trrouttd, well and solidly built. Far away down In the valley he could see the flag ot the tirttt hole just on the other side ot a broad stream. "This." Mr. Sabin murmured, “is the moat extraordinary thing in the world." "What do you mean '."' he exclaimed “I .have, not co_me he_re__tq_ stay." "For the immediate present," Mr. Sabin said, "Mrs. Peterson not having arrived, I want to see that golf course." “The gentleman's a. golf-player, maybe t" remarked a voice by his side. in familiar dialect.. Mr. Sabin turned around to find himself confronted by a long, thin Sootchman, who had strayed out of a little shed alone at han . w“I am very fond of the game,” Mr. Sabin admitted. “You appear to me to have a. magnificent course here." Mr. Sabin turned about in amaze- ment. "If you will permit me, sir," the my} aaigl.__"l win phow_ y9a the way." i,re'irjiiiigjiEji3, In lea than ten minutes: Mr. Sabin was standing upon the first tee, a {teddy lit cigarette in his mouth, and a new gleam ot enthusiasm In his eyes. He modmtly declined the honor, and Mr. Green forthwith drove a. ball which he watched approvingiy. ‘That's do such a. bad bail," he re- marked. Mr. Sabin watched the construction ot his tee, and swung his club lightly. “Just a little sliced. waan't it P' he said. "tNat will do, than"." He ad- dressed his ball with a ttoetndenee which savored almost ot carelessness, swung easily back and drove a. clean, hard hit ball full seventy yards tur. thue than the professional. The man for a moment was speechless with 'reprise, anduhc gave_a_ little gang. _ “I an: sonic}: at three clubs." Mr. Sabin answered, quietly, "and plus tour at one.” “Lye, "mon," htrexetaimed. T. That was a fine drive. Might you be ttar ing_a. handicap, sir?"7 7 7 -- 7 7 A gleam of delight, mingled with re- spect at his opponent, shone In the Scotchman’a face. He turned slowly round and faced her. She was standing on the rising ground Just above the putting-green, the skirt of her riding habit gathers .ed up in her hand, her lithe, supple figure unchanged by time, the old he. wltching smile still playing about her lips. She was still the moat beau. tiful woman he had ever seen. They turned together towards the house. Mr. Sabin was amazed to find that the possibilities of emo. tion were still so great with him. And then Mr. Sabin. who was on the point of making a genial reply, felt a sudden and rare emotion stir his heart and blood, for almost in his ears there had sounded a very sweet and familiar voice, perhaps the voice above all others which he had least expected to hear again in this world. “You have not tfien forgotten your golf, Mr. Sabin? What do you think of my little course'?" "I did not know it," he answered. gravely, "tor I never heard ot your mggriage." - - _ _ "Aye, but we will be having a tine game," he exclaimed. " Though Pm thinking you will down me. But It In grand good playing with a man agaln.” The match was now at the tuteenth hole. Mr. Sabin, with a. long and deadly putt, became tour up and three to play. As the ball trickled into the hole, the Scotchman drew tshrptr breath. - “It's a. fine match," he said, "and Pm properly downed. What’s more, you’re holding the record ot the links, up to this present. Fifteen holes tor sixty-four is verra good-verra good indeed. There’s no man in America to. day to beat it." “This is a. happiness," he murmur- ed, "tor which I had never dared to hope. Are you, too, an alien 'l" She shook her head. "This," she said, “Is the land of my adoption. Perhaps you did not know that I am Mrs. Peterson?" “I married," she said, softly. " an American six years ago. He was the Bon of the minister at Vienna. I have lived here mostly ever since.” "It is very beautiful, indeed," she said, "but it is very lonely." "Your husband?” he inquired. "Ho has been dead tour years.” Mr. Sabin felt a ridiculous return ot that emotion which had agitated him so much on her first appearance. He only steadied his voice with an et. fort. She flashed k sudden brilliant smile upon him. How little she had engaged! - --- - Ae "mil you say here y' she murmured 80913- ; - _ - _. -- He looked at her lncrednousl'y, Her eyes were bent upon the ground. There was something in her two which made Mr. Sabin forget the great failure of his life, his broken dreams, his everlasting exile. Be whispered her name, and his voice trembled with a Damion which tor orce was his master. Mr. Sabin, with his cap in his hand, moved slowly to her side, and bowed low over the hand which she extend. ed to him. "Do you know who it was that sent me to you W' She assented quietly. "It was Felix." They drew nearer the house. Mr. Sabin looked around him. "It is very beautiful here," he said. _ __ - "We are both aliens," he said quiet. ly. "Perhaps you have heard that all things have Bone ill with mia. I am an exile and a (allure. I have come here to, _ettd my days." 7 - "There is nothing in this wide world," Mr. Sabin answered truth- fully, “that I should like so well. But I luyve no club: or any shoe: 'l "Come this way, air, come this war," was the prompt reply. "There's clubs hero of all sorts such as none but Jimmy Green can make, aye, and shoes too. Mr. Wilson. will you be sending mf? t_wo boys down from thghonse T "Lucile," ho cried. "It Is true that you-tttive me?" - 7 _ "rth none so bad," admitted. "Maybe would like a round." - And sie gave him her hand. "It is true," she whprprtre4., Sandy Waitett Long. In a bilay little town in Fortar- shire a couple had courted serlously and constantly tor years. At length Sandy had not only proposed and been accepted. but was getting a fine new cottage built for Mary h-- One night while he was visiting at her father’s house Mary, in aplay- tul way. showed him the “ticking" that was to cover their braw feath- or bed. Sandy knew something about weaving, so he looked at it critically. remarking at the same time, "Weel Mary, I really thocht ye had (at Better tqste than that." - “What‘s wrung wi' it, I wad like to ken," she replied. _ - - - - "It'rno' tronhie, an’ I am». like it." "A' rlcht, then," Mary added. "Get a. tick to please yoursel'. tut' PII let ye ken when Twant, it." A - _ 7 No more was said on the subject, but Sandy's enjoyment tor that evening was over. Mary was very stiff, so he took his leave sooner than usual. Next night he did not call, nor the next, so time slipped by. Sandy now felt that he could not go back unless Mary asked him. She never did ask him, and the two, who really loved each other, drifted apart. The bonnie cottage was duly fin.. Ished, but poor Mary never crossed its threshold. They both remained unmarried, and very few people knew that a word or two from Mary was 'e, that Sandy R-- was aye waiting or. THE END. Mr. James Green the gentleman x 1m Et' I; ri?,?.)? 5%? (Special to the Montreal Star.) Quebec Report-The tindlng of an Interesting relic, at Chateau Bigot ot the famous Intendant ot New France, has revlved public interest ia, Quebec m the story ot Bigot. and the Chiaa'd'0r. Chateau Bigot in tour miles east of Cl1ar1mrtoourtr, the pretty village perched upon the rims toot hills ot the Iatagremtitbn Mountains. tour mules north pt Quebec. Ltttle beygnil In the Famous Novel by William Kirby. on the list of those officers who carved under ttMrChevalier de Levitt at the battle ot St. Faye, on April 28th, 4760. Jo Cuea d'Or took ite ONE ll? THE (lghllhiltlilllll thas ruins ot former greatness now marks the site ot the velar-mus In- tendent'a {armor country mansion in the depths ot the Canadian tarent. It was known as Beaumana'ir, and sometimes as the Hermitage. The present proprietor ot the ruins and 'rurrouodintr land. Mr. Bro-lumen. was fitting up the place a lew days ago, far the accommodation of visitors, when in removing a. shame at the corner ot the chateau. he found a {We franc other piece ot 1726. hearing the tleur-de-tya and the image and 'ruptreriptioa of Louis XV. These ruins give but a. faint idea. ot the grandeur, extent and secret passages of the original building, which was erected by Bigot, whose profugacy and extravagance were unwanted. and whose rapacity SUP- Plied his requirements. Hither with compaaions as graeeiees as himself, he was wont to resort, to indulge in every excees ot dissipatmn- and 'here was enacted the tragedy in connec- munis from the fact that'thé {can}; taxed (have ot the dog menu always Bigot is said to have first met with Caroline after losing his way in the woods. where he had been hunting. Sitting down, exhausted with hunger and fatigue, he was started try the sound ot footsteps. and perceived before him a light tig- are, With eyes as black as night and raven tresses flowmg in the night wind. It was an Algonquin beauty, one ot those ideal types whose white skin betrayed their hybrid oritr'ul-ts mixture of European blood with that of the aboriginal race. It was Caroline, a child of love, horn on the banks of the Ottawa, a French officer, her sire, while the Algonquin tribe of the Beaver claimed her mother. Struck with the sight of such beauty, Bigot requested her guidance to his castle. as she must be familiar with every path of the forest. The Intendant was a mar- ried man, but his wife seldom ac- companied her lord on his hunting excursions. remaining in the capital. It was soon whispered abroad, how- ever, apd came to her ears, that something more than the pursuit of wild animals attracted him to his country seat. Jealousy is a watchful sentinel. and alter making several visits to the castle she verified her worst fears. On the night of the 2nd July, when every inmate was wrapped in slumber. a masked per- son rushed upon this "Fair Rosa. mond," and plunged a dagger to the hilt in her heart. The whole house. hold wms alarmed. Search was made but no clue to the murderer discov- ered. Many reports were circulated, some tracing the deed to the Intend. ant’s wife, as already recorded, oth- ers alleging that the avenging mo- ther of the Metisse was the assassin. h mystery, however, to this day, sur- rounds the deed. The victim was buried in the cellar of the castle and the letter "O" engraved on the flat stone. up to less than half a century ago. marked her resting place. The chateau at once tell Into disuse and decay, and a dreary, solitude now surrounds the dwelling and the tomb of that dark-haired child of the wilderness. over which green moss and rank weeds cluster profusely. - than witch the Golden Dog, which resulted in the death of Caroline. the unhappy Algonquin maid, and forms one of the banding features ot Kirby'a entrancing tuaturiealro- mr'nce,--l'Le Chiba d'Or." A . . Finding a Relic of tha In- tendant Bigot. From the hill in rear of these ruins spreads out a panorama of incom- parable beauty. One of the chap- tern in "A Chance Aequtsintanee," hy W. D. Howells, is founded by the now. elist upon a, visit made by him to these ruins. famed as they are for both legendary and historic mem- cries. The story, as continued by one version. goes on to state the; Phili- bert was assassinated by Legar- dent. and that Pltilibett'se brother or son pursued the assassin to Europe, and later to Pondicherry, East Indies, and slew him. " there be any truth in this story. the killing of de Re- pentigny could pot have been prior to 1760, since his name occurs up- According to some writers it was with Bigot that Phillbert, the own- er, under French regime, of the pro- perty upon which the Quebec post- office is now built, had the disagree- ment that resulted in the tragedy connected with the Chien d'Or. Oth- ers claim that Philibert’s quarrel was with Pierre Legardeur, Sleur de Repentigny, an officer who had been quartered in his house. At all events, in order to revenge himself. he placed In the front wall ot his house a stone tablet, bearing the sculptured figure of a dog gnawing a bone, accompan- ied by the following lines: “Je suls un chien qui rouge l'os En le rougeant je prends mon repos. Un temps vlendra qul n'eat pas veuu. Que is mordray qul m‘aura mordu. ITM." which may be translated as follows: " am a dog gnawing a bone, While I gnaw I take my rent, The time will come, though not yet, When I Awlll bit him who now bites THE GOLDEN DOG. LORD NELSON 'll RENAME. "6"iiicr7iji"iii5'-jiiRtANttS _ TORONTO to have been, as now, in gilt. When the present post-office building was erected, it was placed in its northern facade. where, with its curious In- scription, it forms an otrpet of deep- est interest to all enquiring tourists and vivitarl in the Ancient Capital. Before, and for a long time after the siege of 1759, when Quebec tell into the hands of the British. the old building of which this stone formed a part, we. used as a. ctdreNAtoutrtr, while from 1775 to 1800 it was known as Freetnatrons' Hall, and the lodges in Quebec held their meetings there. The proprietor of the home in 1782 we: Miles Prentice. himself " Freemman and formerly a. sergeant in tho 78th Regiment under Wolfe. He had either a daughter or a niece of remarkable beauty, and in the bloom of youth. "file immortal Nelson, then the youthful commander of the Albe- marla, n frigate ot M guns, conveyed some merchandise to Quebec in 1782, and was one of the imbitues of Pren- tice’s Hotel. The future admirer of Lady Hamilton was so smitten with the young lady that he offered her marriage. His friends. however, suc- ceeded in withdrawing him from the sway of a. pension which threatened to destrov his career. and Miss Pren- tice became. later. the wife of a dis- tinguished officer. Major Mathews, governor of Chelsea Helpital, Eng. The Chesapeake and the Shannon! What Canadian school boy does not know the thrilling story ot the duel between these two shun, an Ameri- can man-ot-war and a Britleh tri- gate. in which the British won their moat signal naval Victory in the year ot 1812. Although 89 year. have elapsed since Capt. Brooke towed bis defeated rival Into Hall- tax harbor. there still lives ln the city by the sea a lady who saw the ships come in. Miss Etter, a hun- dred years old. as was related in The Herald a few days ago. told a reporter how the band on the Shun- non struck up "Yankee Doodle" as the ship came up the harbor, and how Captain Brooke passed up the street with his head bandaged. June L 1813, a warm, clear. pleas- ant day, the United States ship Chesapeake salled down Boston har- bor and Just outside met the Brit- lsh Shannon. Battle between the two ships began as soon as they were Well clear of the land. and in fifteen minutes utter the first gun was ttred the Chesapeake was whipped and hauled uown her tttur. Great holes were shot in her sides, her guns were more than half of them tiismounted, her Halls and rig- ging were shot away and damaged, and, worse than all, her crew: were many of them killed and wounded. Among the latter was her wmmum der. Captuln James Lawrence. _ The very warm weather of the past couple of weeks was the cause of a very heavy demand tor lemons. with the result that the immediate supply it, almost exhausted. Within a tew days prlceI Jumped a dollar a case, and It in “holly; that there will be an advance ot at l another dollar. Good lemons are now selling at $4.50 a case, which price, however, is not unnmttuV will tor July. Althowh t B stock of the wholesale trultmen ll we: low, uhlpments are expected from 'K,',',', York, and there t, 1:51:19 danger of prices going above 5. . As he was being hurried to his cabin, suffering and disabled by a dreadful wound, he called out in his agony: "Tell the men to tire faster and don't give up the ship." In his delirium he kept repeat- ing, "Don't give up the ship." Four an]; [atgndune 4._1_8;3, In; died. - When they came to take the masts oat ot her they found that her build. ere had laid a sliver doilar on each ot the step plates and covered it His body lies lit Trinity churchyard. on Broadway, New York City. where is also his monument with those mem. orable words and a short account of the battle cut Into the stone. The Chesapeake was taken to Hali- tax, where she was repaired and he- came a part of the British navy. She afterwards crossed the ocean to Eng- land. She had been terribly battered in the mrht, and in the year 1820 " was found that the usefulness of the Chesapeake as a man-or-war was. at) an end, and it was determined to break her up. All her guns. nmmuni-l tion and war stores were taken out; of her and she was beached not tar) trom Southampton. England. A large! force of men want to work on i/GI with saws. axes and crowbars. until worked for several months tearing 1itrrto pieces. A _ _ A I We think we ere mperbly equipped, but when we go to change our shirt (we generally carry several on moth trips) we are astonished to ascer- tain that in packing the vanes we omitted a few little necessaries In the way of hose. buttons. collars. toothbrulhel and other things cttl- minted to maintain our. decency In polite .oeietr.-Ritslunond Qespatch. ' Aged Lady Remembers the t Home-Coming in l8l2. 't'irsW4sa1Mu1hiMMfsqsqsqsats4iqsitsgsaiMts4sag4MM iwefie$eeeewwwewweweeeexewg it Chesapeake and Shannon.§ in: the TEETH and BREATH msmsmnnmm . . . as. . 1teiirNhtttBex8tmtBtttrt "Ila . . 250 t,aegeutgiliattdNtlmttt . . . no Atthot?toersaortrr m, postpdd, (0:um Dentist’s o inion: " Aa an anti” tie and hr 'enio moAuthwash, and I',? the care and GlstrTl'l'i'lfi' of the tlla.) and . I cordially recommend Sozodont. I consider it the ideal was for childreu's use.” mm. ot writer upon Nrplicatioet.1 The Edltor on mt, Vacation. Searclty or Lemons. P.iFF'rp ro; T o HALL & RUCKEL. MONTREAL I Not far from Southampton is a lit- 1 tie village by the name of Wickhsm. i Living there at the time was a. I miller. John Prior, n Qunker gentle- l, man. He had been watching the de... struction of the Chesapeake and new i the great heavy beams. punks and timbers that came out of her. Some of the beams were ot white. oak, thirty-ttre feet long and eighteen linches square. and there were car- . loads of beautiful heavy pine plank, I together with knees and brim! trom ithe live oak trees or Florida and , Georgia. When the day tor the ouc- l tion came, he bought the whole of " I Just As it lay there on the beach, and i that was the last oi the ship (‘heou- ‘ peake. The miller went back to Wlek- ham and tore down his mill and re- built it of ouch timbers of the ship I as beet served his purpose, and there I they are to this day. Sailors and shipbuilders ore vsry superstitious in some things. and this is one ot them-they believe that by putting a silver dollar under the heel ot each mst the ship will slwsys have good luck. Their superstition failed in the case oi the Chesapeake. tor as ships go she was always on- lucky to the last degree. After ti. workmen had broken her up all they could they set fire to the pest. and In that way got several tons ot com per bolts and nails that had been used in her construction. with the heel ot the man. After the wrecking ot the ahlp wu complete they piled all the “when and Iron and copper in a confused pile on the beach, and the Brltlsh Government ndvertUed them to he sold at nuctlon. .. "Why, what's the matter, dear-1' asked hill wife. "Lam Sunday I preached from the text ‘Be " theretore gunman.” answered the good man, “but She Inter make. it read. Ite " the. E; t3e-rart."'-4a'ttotrow Event-c minim. pager. "Well, that'- enough to try the pa- tience ot Job," exclaimed the will." mum. as he threw aside the local Wickham ls only a tow miles from Southamptom. The miller heartily wetttomett vlsltora and takes much pride In showing to you the tlmberl that were in the old ship. In some ot them can be seen Krupp 'shot whlch were Fired into them on the day ot the battle, and In many of them you will be able to trace deep scars ry calved during the sump action. _ "What kind of a cuvar is thin on your umbrella ?" said the [multi- the friend. “Well." answered the unblunhln‘ person. “judging by the way tt can. Into my pomedou and the way It will probably depart. I amount cull It a cumable ae."-4mictuito News. Young 1gttthee--Do you think baby, looks like me or his pupa? N---' you. mum. Mr. Jenkins la a mighty Mud-gum pp. "%iirrTGGiGL-wottep - a comp.- tent and well-mannered nurtite.--Mo. on Wet. Looking at those dusty white beams and planks one cannot but think to what " different use they have come at last. Originally gotten out for tho purpose of destruction and death. they futile" that mimdon but ten short years. then they were converted Into a. flour mi'l and have been the means of providing tood, health and happiness to Immunity for three-quarters of 11 century, and bid lair to do so for u hundred years to come. Looking on them. you will be certain to recall those immortal words. uttered try a defeated man. dying in his agony, "non't give up tthship." . _ _ ... " Nett--Be has n. very strong (we. Bette-lt ought to be strong. He has travelled on his cheek tor a. good many "ara."--' State Journal. In. Chatter-Do you believe att the disagreeable things you read In thq papgrs emu} people? . ., -iuLhfattii-otf, itear, no! only those about people I kstow.-mb. Bits. "No, indeed," amid the eminent cor- netlet. when asked if he had been educated by some mutter ot the In- strument. " never had a teacher. You might say that through all my career I have been my own water." .-Baititoore American. MUttrmm-Brldget, I cannot allow you to have your sweetheart in the kitchen any more. N - _ Bridget-Oh, Mum, It's very kind of you, but I'm arrald he'l too bauhlul to come up into the drawing-room.-- Boston Globe. -hhtrrriiarent owner of tho mill puts thnt motto on every bag of "our he "thr.-arontretsl Herald. Banu-You think I look gm. Well, why shouldn't I? I have lot: a. rich aunt. Beach-Did she die suddenly? Beutirtr-Die suddenly? She Isn't dead at all. Her ulecc has Jilted In. -.Bouon Transcript. what? the matter, don-f" Drifting Doller) . P‘- f tq