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 imm iy»4!ji..,:yH|iki •,*"^f?jJ-V,f St. Mary of the Angels •B, MIS FUST ASB LjIST I.OYE. BY THOMAS A. JAJSVJW^ Hardy's natnre never had been a gentle CHAPTER IV. Hatdfa one, aad there certainly had been nothing aofteniiu in the experiences which had come to him diuTng his three years of life on the frontier being now stirred to its very depths, a bnming passion had been aroused in him, "®f,??^- in which every tnrbolent el»n«it in his be- • "How ing was involved. As he strode backward and forward through the length of the two small rooms, he closed and opened his hands, his breath came hot and short, his eyes shone dangerously, on his face was a dark flash. He remembered the touch of Mary's hand on his 'ahoolder that morning. Had Barwood Lappened to come into the station just then, he certainly would have shot him on sight. At last the hour of waiting was end- ed. Hardy shivered a little as he return- ed his watch to his pocket â€" during the £na.l minutes he had held it in his hand â€" and went out into the quivering heat. In all the time that he had known her, in the old days, he had not even kissed her, he thought, as he walked along. A little below the point at which the rail- road crossed it, the river bent sharply, and beyond this turn was the blufif on which stood the town. Hardy walked toward the railroad bridge, but on the side of the em- bankment farthest from the engine-house and tank. In case any wakeful person chanced to see him, the natural inference would be that he was on his way to join Barwood at the pump â€" ^the steady beating of which sounded regularly through the hot air. A footpath, the shortest way between Barwood's house stand that I love yon â€" that I muat have yon Don't yon- She bnAe away from him and Bprang to her feet. She was far from being a majestic women under ordinary circumstances, bnt there certainly was an air of majesty about Hiurdy stood np, facing her. dare yonf she panted. "Be- cause my husband is â€" because my *hnBband ' has hurt me so, is that any reason why yon should hurt me still more Yon are as bad as be is. Yon are worse than he is. Isn't there such a thing as one single honorable man in the world " Then the heroic tones died out of her voice, and her comatiding pose changed to a look of fear and weakness, I "Oh, John, John '"she said, "I thought that you really would help me. I never thought of anything like this." She sank down on the stone again, and buried her face in her hands and began to cry. Hardy felt, and looked a little, Uke a dog that had received a deserved beating. Mary's piteous appeal, even more than her indignant protest, had made him realize how bitterly cruel he had been how, if he had deliberately set himself to make the horror of her life greater he could not have done it more effectually. Of course she would not trust him any more he could not blame her and so his purpose â€" an honest and manly purpose now â€" to helpher could do no good. For a long whilevhfe stood in silence, looking away from her out over the plain, chewing the cud of most bitter thoughts. At last Mary spoke "John, tell me that you didn't mean it. I'm sure you didn't. un- atalL naOdn* about yon, good at bad, tor â-  mant' take hM of an' tie to. "You're jnat a fool â€" a falam, tudeas fool " Barwood delivoed tliis extended opinion in a tone of smoere oonviction aad ntter con- ixmpt. He was so deeply moved that he even f»;got to interpdate into his discoone his cnstomarylarding of heavy, month-fill- ing oatiis. Hardy ustened with a white tce and he was tiie more stirred, p^haps, by an nneasy eonscionsness tliat Barwood was catting terribly close to the truth. Mary soarcefy grasped the sense of a single word. She was too stunned and shaken to under- stand anything just then. She waited, witii the stolid bearing beneath abuse that had become habitual with her, until her husband had finished and then, walking in a dazed, uncertain way that made Hardy long to. go to her support, she went slowly along the path. As the mesquite bushes closed behind her, Barwood said briskly " Now, EEardy, you an' meTl talk this matter right out now, an' get that grave- yard business settled onct for alL " (TO BE COKTIJfCED.) LIFE IN A mmm. l^^ i^ Bow the Ganiicks Miade Maple ^^nip in the Fast and How it is Made at Present in Its UfanTifijctore Has Kept Erea Esce witii the Timesâ€" The Sngaziiig Season. play "hi«h-low-jack," .^h kettle, a^each other *»t4ft.. In the old days a very r-,,^ of sugar was made,W^*=«^ than was necessary fbr hom? KU Fedestrianism. Mrs. Câ€" Just think of it. Poor Mrs. Blank has died, and her youngest child is not able to walk. Mrs. D â€" Xot able to wa I dare say that the disconsolate widower will make it an excuse for marrying again that the child needs a step-mother right off. U the valley, parallel tllicketsofnopaies ing this, Hardy came in a few minutes to the There was an infinite pathos iu her words spot where he had bidden Mary meet hhn. despairing pathos She was waiting for him in the path. As he caught sight of her â€" a look of eagerness on her face as she heard the soimd of his foot- steps, the sunlight sparkling in her hair, her roimd white arm showing, as she shaded her eyes from the sun â€" his heart gave a bound. He did not trust him- ' self to speak. For a moment a dizziness came over him, and he put bis hand to his forehead as though in pain. ^Nourished bv *;^^e near-by water, the m-s- ' 4UUe bi'-jgg hereabouts were groWU to b«, Uttle trpes, wliich formed a grove, serecning the face of the bluff. A f ainUy marked path, worn by the goats, led crookedly through this grove to a narrow open space, above which rose tlie bluff, trending outward. He ... ,-.,,. ,. â-  drew her along this path, and seated her on gJ^ing me hope that is worth hvmg for. for that she still should appeal to him for help showed how desperate her plight must be. But for him there was comfort in this appeal, since it made clear the way for his atonement. " I can tell you from the very core of my heart that I don't mean it now, iJary," he said, "Please God, I really will be an honest friend to you now, and I will get you out of this honestly, and home safely to the States. I guess must he,7e been crazy, Mary but fm not Crazy any longer, and you can trust me right straight throujjh." s Mary bofeed up a,t him gladly. "Those are the best words I've heard in three years," she said. ' 'Oh, John, you nearly killed me a little while ago but you must have been crazy, just as you saicf *nd now you are A Broad Hint- Mr. Dolly â€" Jack and I sat there smoking cigarettes and blowing rings- Miss Oldgirl â€" Howl wish I had been there. Mr. Dollyâ€" Why? Miss Oldgirl â€" So I could have nm the third finger of my left hand through one of the rings A ICind-Beader. Dudely â€" " You look at me as i thought I was a fool, eh " Stranger â€" " Why, no you can 'the a fool, after all. Your remark shows you read a man's thoughts at a glance. you snch that .Somehow, alone as I've been, I haven't had the strength to try to break away and get home. I've been afraid. I guess I haven't much of what they call backbone. But I have your strength now, John, and things will' all come right, I'm sure. You'll get me home safe, won't you, John " She came close to him, eagerly, and took his hand. As a father might have done, he put his arm around her and drew her head upon his breast. "But you must be very careful, John," she went on. "Will is such a masterful sort of a man If he finds out anything I know that he'll kill us." Hardy smiled confidently. "I guess if there's any killing going around I won't get left," he said. "I don't want to kill your husband, of course, but if it's got to be done I'll do it all the same." ' 'But maybe not while he's got the drop on you " Hardy turned quickly. Barwood was standing in the path not ten feet away, holding aside the mesquite branches with his left hand, while in his right hand, lev- eled at Hardy's head was a cocked revol ver. "It may be your ante but I've got the "ards," he said coolly. Had Hardy been a tenderfoot he would have made an effort to draw his pistol â€" and would have been shot instantly. Having had the benefit of three years' experience of all that has happened. I can help you, you Southwestern manners and customs, he stood know and I mean to do it." j perfectly still and awaited developments. And then slowly, bit by bit, she told him Mary had screamed when she heard her the same story that Barwood had told him â€" husband's voice and saw him standing before but from the' point of view not of the her, grimly threatening and then she had wrong- doer, but of the wronged. It did J sunk cowering down, with her face bent close not seem to occur to her that she had j to her knees, and her hands pressed tightly in anywise contributed to her own sorrow to her ears to deaden the sound of the pistol- and, without the mitigating facts of her own ' shot. To her surprise, this sound did not moodiness and coldness, the case that she a fallen stone in the shadowy nook formed by the rocky overhang. Here they were hidden completely; but above the bushes they could see down the valley, and out across the great sun-beaten plain, that far away rose in long slopes to the flanks of th3 gray-blue mountains which girded it in. A slow current of air â€" dry, hot, stimulating â€" set-up the valley. The only sound that broke the almost palpable stillness was the low throbbing of the pump. To them both this 83und brought back vi\'idly the memory of that Sunday afternoon in the Wyoming Val- ley, three years before. Hardy seated himself beside her and drew her toward him. "Oh, John â€" you mustn't," she said, speak- ing in a low, frightened voice. Bit 83 made no effort to loose herself from his grasp. He did not answer, but he settled her head against his shoulder and drew her still more closely to him. The flush on his face had deepened. Suddenly she gave a short, quick sob, and her head drooped forward until it rested on his breast. "Then she began ' to cry, softly, as a child cries while being comforted. "It all has been so dreadful," she moaned. "Your â€" your curse came true, John. " He did not answer for a moment, but his arm cla.sped her less closely and more ten- derly, while the flush on his face slowly faded and left him very pale. "My poor little girl, "he said. "Tell me bike Farwen' Caralval Meatfeâ€" Sacar rarUes In Che WoetUâ€" 1%e Old and Teaac Make Merrjr. About this season of the year the young and old of many portions of Canada realize that sugar season is at hand and the long looked for picnic is within their grasp. The bnttemats have nearly all been cracked, a good portion of the cider has filled its mis- sion, although there is always a reservation made for haying. But to "stigar." In this, like all others, things are not as they used to be. An age ago the farmer and his boys, in the fall of the year when the harvest was ended, would take their axes and hie to some hard-wooded locality well stocked with maples and lay out for a spring cam- paign. Headquarters would be established near some mammoth rock ofttimes this was so located that it furnished shelter in time of storm and gave a bed for the night. A plan of operations was then decided upon. Young trees about one and one-half feet in diameter were cut down, cut up about two feet in length, and then dug Out, making troughs holding not far from four or five j gallons. When 200 or 300 of these had been manufactured large maples were i selected and by the side of each was placed I time one of these troughs. Then a cord or room, two of wood was gathered and piled up against a rock, two big logs â€" called back-logs^were placed in position to support the kettle, and some large tree near by was cut down and that dug out into one immense trough for storage. This work would use up the best part of a week, one of the number 100 pounds or so ;„«1^"^M*, for^^-pay. I^, ,, ^-^e^ ^SCGAROECHAHD "' of 300 or 400 trees was re«n,»,- te biggest men m to^8^?^*^. time tne farmer is not cont/.n7 -^ 1.000 trees, and he ho^^'S'^li^ l^keiTter. ^^^V^l^^^^t^^^ or bir«h °- 1^ to in.p'edViS"^^^^ cut into firewood. Many at, " ?^»4hi: is so cleared- of fallen liSS^^H brush that m the sunune^Zntk' ""S dnve over nearly every norti^ ""ec^ bT r' '"4 ^^^S^^iS bridged and good roads arel .»»»H sides. If there be a cheerful' 'io-' darmg the sumrcer months it'«%k "J'^tti sugar-place Here are the fin J J*""'" in the world and the squirrel \^ **8st«t« the field. Many farmers Si ^^Pn^ee of gun to be taken into a Su^r il "»* » tunes in the spring they pl^ce h, L*"**" of the squirrels near the susarV.^ "^^ ears of com, because they en ov "J?* ^*» pmy of the lively creatures I'l""'" a -e quite domestic. ' â„¢ "neir To-day the maple sugar-bush ;. • way truly homelike. Xear !,,""' «^'ry fifty or more acres of hardwood tim'S"'"' -mostly maple, a few beech and S find a commodious susar-hou«!P ^n of which is much larger than 'thTe? house of seventy years ago In ti!- '"« â- floored room are sto,ld {he t "'"â-  during the summer and in thegpr- ' feceptioj. see a fine brick archT"-- " '"' will it is used parlor, and ample storage-room 7or the*-*^"*-" going home at night to look after the stock and bring ba;k in the mom- How He Comprpmified With'QonsciencQ-. '°S I .i I A w iBEOWX BKEAD, POEK, ASD B£AKS. A man, who It were base flattery to call John Smith, came into this oflSce this mom- In those days these articles constituted the ing and offered the following advertisement staff of life and an age ago there was no for publication dyspepsia, chronic complaints, or loss of ap- 'Notice.â€" If the homely woman about pstite among the average Canadian farmers, forty years of age who lost a pocketbook con- To be sure they sometimes died, but died " " -- -- healthy. About the middle of March the old " five- pail kittle" was unearthed the hand-sled doing service all winter outside-isa thrifty pair of Ten^'j^'fi a gathering sled, on which is a tub hold ing from twenty-five to forty pails \t the rest, the oxen take their dbne^intte woods, and five or six "rounds" are con^d ered a good day s work. Three hundred pails a day is caUed good M-ork. The DEAWK TO THE SUGAR-HOrSE, sapu tabling 314.55, on Spadina'aveiiue this mom ing, will apply to â€" she can have the by paying for this notice. " He explained that he had seen the woman which had been drop the pocketbook, but that he was anx- was ordered up pork, beans, a few pota ious to keep the contents, and he was of the toes, and several loaves of home-made bread. opinion that no woman for as small a sum as $14.55 Would ever answer to the advertise- ment as he had written it black made out against Barwoed was a indeed. " And it is worse here in Santa Maria than it has been at all, John," she went on. ' Will was wild and cruel, and got drunk in those other places but here he is mixed up with these dreadful Mexicans in all sorts of wicked things which make me shiver to think about. There is smuggling going on all the time, and they all are robbers, and 1 1 come. Slowly she raised her head. "Now, Mr. Hardy," Barwood said, "if you'll give me your word of honor that you'll be on the square, as I promise you I'll be with you, we won't have any shootin' just at present. Is it a go " "Yes," Hardy answered. "No monkey tricks, on your word of honor " Barwood said, letting his revolver fall slowly. "On my word of honor. know that he was with them when that "All right, then. Maybe one'of us'U have ranch was raided and those poor men were t' be used as th' beginnin' of an American killed." Mary shuddered violently. •• Oh, ' graveyard in these parts before we get through with each other, but th' percession Llgl Here, you fool Mary, it is horrible, horrible ' ' ' And this Mexican woman " j needn^t start just yet. Mary's feice grew crimson, and then pale, go back t' th' house." • She tried to draw away from him, trembling. I Hardy quivered as this order was given. Then in a voice, scarcely above a whisper, but Mary â€" used to orders thus tersely word- she said, "That â€" that is the very worst of edâ€" rose quietly to obey it. She stood for a all." I moment looking at the two men as they For a little time they both were silent, confronted each other. The flush had come back to Hardy's face and ""h, what have I his hold upon her had tightened. She could feel the strong beating of his heart. His voice was unsteady, and had a strange sound in it when he spoke, done, what have I done," she moaned, "that I should be the cause of such dreadful things " "What have you done?" Barwood answer- The Objection Bemoved. Mr. Billus â€" " Maria, I don't like to have that spider-legged dude of a Hankinson hanging about the house. Does he come to see one of our girls Is it possible any of them would encourage the idiot " Mrs. Billus â€" "Mr. Hankinson seems to me, John, to be a very worthy young man. He comes to see Bessie, and since his aunt left him that handsome legacy he is â€" " Mr. Billus (greatly mollified)â€"" Oh, if he with a few dozen of eggs, were gathered to- gether, placed on the sled, and the kettle turned over them and two young men, with ox-i X, two or three pails, the ion- snow-shoes, an ax, family flint-look, some powder and shot, and a good supply of " punk"â€" an article found in decayed wood, which is about as ccm- bustible as tissue-paper or young oratory â€" and two blankets, started out for nearly two ' months ef " sugaring." Upon reaching the rock the first thing in order was a fire, but and from a long spout is conveyed to W storage-tubs, and thence to the evaporator or pan, kettles having long since been dis- carded. The evaporator is of malleable iron partitioned off. The sap, entering at the head of the arch, meanders across the pani dozen times or so, and on reaching the foot a heavy, clear, and pure syrup is produced. This is carefully set aside until " sugaring- off day " comes, when it i.5 cooked still more and is ready for the tub or ciiking. About twice each -week the owner of a sugar bush has a sugaring-otf party. First all the old folks for miles around come in on sleds and on foot, and a good old-fash- ioned time is enjoyed. Xo "one seems to realize that they are growing old. Later on the coming generation are on hand aid buxom girls, hopeful young men, maidens, nd boys gather at the sugar-house. They are in for a good time. First there may bea tug-of-war, with snow-balls, in which the girls take an active part, and an Ontario, there were no matches then, so the old mus- girl can throw a snow-ball with bitting ef- ket was brought into service. One man held the " punk" near the flint-hammer and caught a spark. This he nursed, and soon had shavings from a shingle ablaze, and later a big fire, which was never allowed to means business I've no objection. I didn't go out until of no further use. At once the want him to come here trifliug^-that's alL " Didn't Like The Teacher. "Are you still taking painting lessons, Mamie?" "No; I left off yesterday. I don't like my teacher." "Why not?" "He has such a disagreeable way of talking. He told me thaff if 1 kept on for some time long- er I might be able to whitewash a fence. " feet. She uses more precision firing at a young man for whom she has no admiration than when she tries to ' ' shoo a hen " off the garden patch. When the war is over the manufacture of paddles is in order. To eat sugar with a spoon in the woods would be regarded as a violation of all the rules of etiquet. So the young man takes his "best girl" one side, and selecting a sofa â€" usually a large log, or if lighter furniture is required two buckets are in- verted â€" they sit dowTj and commence work "Litera Scripta." Wooer â€" "O Miss â€" O Lavinia may I not still hope â€" or is your criiel rejection of my suit final and irrevoc " Spinster (firmly) â€" "Yes, Mr. Brown, I seriously desire yon will regardit so." Wooer â€" "Then, dearest, may I ask you " â€" (producing the materials from adjacent writing table â€" "to â€" ah put it on paper I shall feel safer ' A Leading Question. "Which would you rather be, a knave or a fool " asked Idioticus. " I don't know," replied Cynicus, " What has been your experience " A Survival of Paganism. The Judgeâ€" What is your Christian name Johnson Mr. Johnsing â€" Hain't got none, sah. My fust name am Jupiter. The Epicure. " Croquet is the deadest game I know," said Snubley. " Well, many people like their game pretty dead." Always So] Perplexing He (and he really meant' all he said) â€" "I assure you I'll do my best to make you a good husband." She (in the agitation of the moment, perhaps, forgetting that "the woman who hesitates is lost" â€" " Oh I've no doubt your intention is excellent but good husbands are not easily made. If you could assure me â€" ^you had â€" ever before made ed. "Well, I'll tell you what you've done. ^^, Mary, will you let me talk you out of all From first t' last in all you've had t' say or ^^^ » [Note â€"Am he could not con "" .l-wi+i. .r,. .r,' Hardy here, you've made' scientiously gxveherthe suggested assurance," she finally consented to marry him on thecus- this "What do you mean?" she asked, in a troubled, frightened tone. "I mean, will you come away with me from this brute and let me take care of you Don't push me away. Don't answer yet" â€" he held her closely, and spoke rapidly in or- der to check her rising words. "You know how I loved you in the old times, Mary. You were everything in life to me. And now I love you more, greatly more, than even I did tiien. This man has no right to you he has thrown away his right to you â€" he has thrown it away, I tell you Think of what his life has been â€" of what it is now â€" of the insult he has put upon you here in your own home. He has no right to you, Mary. And I have a right to you be»iise I love you so. I will take such good care of you, Mary I will spend all my life in making you happy once more â€" ^in tryins to maike yon 'fotget how unhappy you nave been. Hion't â€" dMi't away from me, Mary â€" what have I fa do with me an an' everlastin' infernal fool of' yourself an of us too. Fust of all, you said you'd marry me an' I went off in good ifaith t' inake a comfortable home for yon. An' then what did you do? Why, you coax- ed Hardy along into fallin' in love with you An' then, instead of shakin' me I and marryin' bim â€" ^which would *a' been tough on me, but at least would 'a' had sense in it â€" ^for th' fool that you are you shook him an' married me/ An' then, when you'd made my life so d n mean t' me that I took t' knockin' around with th' boys, just t' try t' forget how mis'rable I was, np yon goes on your ear an' says that I 'm a drunken brute, an' that yon was a tomary terms, that is to say, on speculation.] And Didn't Pa Catch It Tommy â€" " Gran'ma, aren't yon goins into the kitchen They're making such a jolly lot of mince pies. " TMnmy's Maternal Grandmotherâ€" "I, my dear Bless my soul, no Your mamma and cook will see to them." Tommyâ€" '« Oh, but pa told ma to- day that you wantedto have a finger iu everv pile." ' old troughs were looked up, an ugly gash was made in a fine maple, then " gouged," and a spout was driven in to carry the sap to the trough, and when the sdn shone sufficiently the tree gave forth its sweetness. Then the manufacturers of sugar saddled their neck-yokes and gathered on their paddles. The paddles being made, i:_.ii -r.L.L- iL..^ 1 ,, .. Jq,^^ to tjjg gygariiouse they go secure apint o • more of the syrup, and start for a snow- bank upon which they pour it. This at once hardens and furnishes a sugar repast that can not be excelletl. For a quarter of a mile about the sugar-house you will see these pairs cooling and eating maple sugar in its primitive state. The pure Ontario maple syrup is an en tirely different article from " that vended aboutthe streets of large cities, which ismostly made of glucose and foreign sugars. Pure maple syrup to-day -readily brings §1 a gallon in the woods, and when it reaches Toronto it is sold for 75 cents, and often less^ The first make of maple sugar sells for 15 cents a pound, and here you get it for 7 to 8â€" a reconstructed article but not improved. martyr 1 An' now, after you've been rowin' me on an' on for six mont an' more because rve got a Mexican lady Mend who's not all moods an' stack-npneas, an' who's got a heart in her body, I can't go t' aiy work an' crane back agen without findin' yoa an' another maninth'thickrfahuggin* match! There's one to make you angry Don't y«» nndep- j »• oommKteocj anywheres aboat joo. Thaa'a Should be Engaged. Aflnesâ€" "I should think these long tonnda wo^d be very dangerous "while tiavelina " Mabel-'Theyare, if you are not engag^' "e •im.jB tiuck where love ia Faulta ^*4... j in the sap, ofttimes walking one-half a mile j to secure two pailf uls, which made about one-half of a pound of sugar, such as it was. An early breakfast, dinner as near meridian as the eye and stomach could judge, and " tea" when work was done comforted the inner man. For Java or Mocha syrup was a substitute, for sirloin of beef a fine slice of pork or the best of ham broiled on coals, and in ample supply of brown bread and roasted potatoes made up a repast that would do the stomach of royalty good. For dinner a few boiled eggs broke the mono- tony and "at tea" most anything that was left was eaten. There is NO PLACE IN THE WORLD where you can cook beans which equals the woods and this is how they used to be cook- ed in the sugar-bush An old earthen pot well filled with beans, a good "hunk of pork" and some native molasses furnished the foundation. Almost beneath the kettle of boiling sap a pit was dug and the pot and contents were buried in it and in the morn- ing out came a dish that no hotel or restnar- ant in all Canada can duplicate. At the end of six weeks, when the party took stock, they usually had all told, 200 pounds of sug- ar as black as Ethiopia and flavored wifli snow, rain, everything that could come off the trees, with now and then the body of a forlorn mouse or daring chipmunk who had ventured too near the trough. This was pure maple sugar something like 60 years ago. Another generation realized that the world moved, and we find a shanty in some fine grove of maples filled with 300 or 400 buckets and sometimes more. Outside is an arch for the kettle, not built of cut stone, but the material easiest at command. This is not an isolated spot people here come and go the "sugar place" is near-by home the wife or daughter at noontime brmgs up the dinner, and a good dmner it 18 there is a small kettle at command and a "sugar off" is then in order and an hour's sport that king, prince, or potentate might envy but not covet To the assummg daughter of papa, to say nothing of the I complacent manipulator of the type-writer the idea^of a girl tramping a mile or two in the woods, carrying dinner for men dressed in OMrse woolens, may not be pleasanti but could they see that girl with her dinner-pail' or 'waxiMT suaar" with honest, hardy n^i they would realize that there is such a tbihe in life as enjoyment. Ofttimes it is foMd n^^aaty to IjmI sap all night iii ofdir, to catch up with the flow of sap^ and^ dorinc a bigmn tlus sometimes feats for a wSk. Then neufy the entire family moves to the Oeep whde the wif or- some of the' "a-htii^mg.v A "humping fi*e» i* what the sugar-mak« aljrays ogoy.. Ofttimes tTtJ^ '" " near each^^ and ^y viMts arein ordte and tome lovel »^:-^-.^Mu, Wreckers of Belle Isle. The report of the minister of marine and fisheries, which was laid before Pariiament at Ottawa on the 22nd inst., contains an ex- traordinary story, which indicates that rHe wrecker still exists and plies his callmg along the shoreS of the gulf of St. Lawrence. In the fall of last year the steamship Mon- treal went ashore on the desolate rocks oi BeUe Isle. H. M; S. Emerald came along- and the reply of the master in the Montjew led the captam of the Emerald to beheve that his services were not required, ana steamed away. This is what happened ana he went away, and led to the master otxn Montreal compkining of the dKertion. The following day some wreckers boaraea the vessel and plundered her. Lateron twj came into the cove with their schooners au anchored, then made their boat fast^" side of the steamer and swarmed on bown large numbers. They intimidated the cre». stole the deck fittings, sails, and g^^'^Z With hatehets and crowbars destroyed »^« portion of the decks in their endeavor wg at the cattle and sheep. Ropes were putao the opening and various articles of t^'l'f*, were secured and immediately removea the steamer. The cattle and »heep ^^ had previously been landed ^«^,?"^jr. about the island, caught and killed, ""^j^ casses dragged down the cliffs, *°^ gj^uiar were in readiness to receive them. ^^^ scenes have occurred whenever Vf^: been lost in the straits of Belle lsie,« upon the Labrador or ^eyfionndl^^,^ The commissioner who investigated i^^ ter states that it is very difficult to o^ and punish these pirates, but some aii*"r to do so will be nuule. " -â-  -i rtoats and wea^ls ^re^il from_Bngi*'^j^j ported to New Zealand large numbers to kill off the rabbits, rats, wliich .have been food for « and weasels ill Englaaid, are increasi^ mously in some districts. There is ^^ movement to prevents the exportauou BimutKt deetiojerfc •.'S.^' p(^t£BlIOF] Tells i â- erl ,«v-, 1 have a ^home. Hew rjrtdoor, hang up *«^ tiie sittmg-i «S^ head tied up STi^ute without s ILjiriemark Wh»tf' tOi, no, Mn Bows f jhen you went oi been eating ice- WTS dash." jjaer the conteary, 'OnrefnL ^ca,yes,y"«»rea] ftj. Ka giant was t j Inly you do he'd be dei hthe doctor?" i That's it I Wan I fever get hold of you, pr -fa telephone numt J « Don't call a doctoi I ;better than it was and I inoirow. J " Well, if you are no â- and have you taken to 1 10 pity on anyone who w I the way you do. I wa 1 the theater to-night an Jjnd find you flattened iTelop » case of yellow Mr. Bowser goes tran fault with his supper, i the baby, with the furn; iang else which he hap] [the evening is rendere( kappy- If I happen to be street when Mr. Bowser lell whether he has a he jomes slumping along, ai l^es on the sidewalk, an br him he growls out •' Lemme git on to th; ssible." "Why, what's the mai "I'm next door to deat "Have you been hurt, J "No. Got a headach by head is loose. I thin] [ihelp him off with his lie lounge, pull offhisgai td then I can't help say louso?" 1 "W-what?" "You've been careless bur offi with your f« pw, or you held a chunk f yon stood in a puddle ire feet, It's a wonder to kes to the age of thir- r'0-b-o-oh "he groans rihat'sit! Got the bl; laatic cholera hold of yoi '•ng over to Mrs. Cato's ssive euchre, but thissp °e doctors up after tea nee come at the same ten Mr. Bowser sheds kt a brick for his feet, t k hsad, send .baby upst; |ek so that nothing may Mon't suppose that one isets out to find fault k just their way, you knt Bthey feel that they mu ly impressed on the mini 1 husband is ever to blan Jabont the house. The instance, a water pi anent burst the other d; Ihome just as I was ab fPipe busted Who bust I M he pulled off his ovei 'nny, noone." Yes they did W^ater Hhelp Some of you r that pipe with a ban pent down and showc li^**** a point where i i^In^" it. but he rei It Tw"^*'^y°«arec V- ihat s the wayâ€" th' l°'^*'^e*ing happens IJT" » ^lU of forty or i r^k kitchen door bar TJ^. planed off a 1 I Jt 'â- - ^^ser got Kri^'u"'*^^" andjl [^ ' leu askew, as migh l^' to me as the coo K^h " p" *^ " |did?t. ' I'll i^. ^IthT^ "^^^^ delibe 4«"«e screws out in c " IS a wonder fSvT^^^hepartitio [eei^iJ^^?. f -piece one N 4fb"""«^' UT^'^^'^ehom „ a. h^"f^tateofaf "^iliavetodowitl d^oV^i?!^* tereal oomein peca^ge » and k it Was poor fc-la^^ W8er, IkolTT •* climb ^d climbed P»le teJ «H tlle S^^j^^ent walkir .^i ^^*^goe8 even 'â- ndthen t 1 1 fenc ti J»oiild have ^r"" Mlorii 1 'TJ' -^ 54e#! i, :;/;^iC