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n April $8.â€"A« i‘retoria des k reports that & proclamation has i isshed establishing the ligh C Of the Erapsvaal, which will be on the 8th of July. This marks great stride towards the reâ€"establish nt"of civil government in the colony. court, as at present constituted, b of four Judges, whose appoint will be permanentâ€"Sir J. Rose u Mr. Justice Solomon of Cape Colâ€" ony, Sir Wim. Smith, a man of wide exâ€" f in Crown colonies, lately Judge s Natal and also in British Guiana, and C lld-!h' 1 Yup court will be establish urt wi e &8 n E st Johannesburg, with High Court over the Witwatersrand disâ€" 9t the Poages of the High Court altting E gh Cour §e rotation. _ _ _ k â€" _ High Court The rut difficulty to be overcome was naturally the question of qualifiga for admission to the bur. In this the provisions made are‘ most generous to advocates throw hout the empire, and at the same time Lfiey seoure the eflclenc{ of the bar. English batâ€" Â¥isters, Scottish advocates and advocates of the High Court of the late republie wre entitled to admission, also advocates from any British colony who have cither passed an ex: nination which, in the opinion of the Judges of the ligh Court, is equivalent to the law examination re a“l“d for admission to the bar of Cape ‘olony, or who nave practised exclustre ly as advocates, uot fl\ wartnership with attorneys, for a E:flad of soven . years, in the Supreme Court of such British eolony. _ e nc d MRLCVC Coincidhég with the establishment @#| the High Court, the openizg of the new deeds office, patent and trades marks office, will h{: place early next month, thus giving the new colony an exoollul‘ 01\‘dnpment towards civil govermnfnt. addition to the proclamation 64 tablishing a High Court of Justice pené ing the esubqishmcnt of a Supremé Court for the Transvaal, proclamations have been issued amending the l“o.: evidence in this colony, creating the fice of Sheriff, and establishing a Counr wil of the Incorporated Law Bociety, Montreal Star‘s Report Regarding #ir Wilfrid Laurier. Ottawa, April 28.â€"The Montreal Star has surpassed all previous attempts mt romancing by its statement this afterâ€" mocn that the Premier intends to retire after the coronation ceremonies. ‘There is not a tittle of foundation for the stor which can be characterized as & pure fabrication. Had The Star made Anquiries in the proper quarter it could easily have obtained evidence of the falsity of the story, but apparently | i has given currency to the report without the slightest attempt at investigation. No member of the Government or of the House has been more faithful in the disâ€" charge of his Parliamentary, dutics durâ€" ing the present session than Sir Wilfrid Laurier. Early and late he has been in his seat, and has promptly responded to the incessant demands upon his time and attention. This of itself should be a sulâ€" ficient answer to the statement that he 4s not equal to the cares of office. But as a matter of fact there has never exâ€" isted any cause for mlxiet{ as to the Premier‘s health ; and, so far from enâ€" tertaining any desire to withdraw from public life, he has been occupied with plans for the future which indicate his wish to remain at the head of public afâ€" fairs as long as the people continue to honor bim with their confidence. The Star‘s report may therefore be classed ms wholly imaginative and utterl{v_llck- ing in any element of truth. Sir Wilfrid Laurier‘s health during the session has mnot been as good as usual, but the Preâ€" wier intends to take some rest at anm early date, and he is satisfied that this little rest is all that he needs and all that he will have. Mr. Preston‘s Statement as to the Ship: »g Combine. London, _ Aoril _ 29.â€"The _ Cans London, _ April _ 20.â€"Tire:_â€" Cana& ‘ian _ officials _ here are _ highly excited over the proofs received at the @migration Office that the shipping combination, with two Canadian lines in it, are already interfering with the systematized operations of the highlly successful burcau. Commissioner W. T. R. Preston confirmed yesterday the reâ€" port that the two representatives of the shi ping ring had threatened to divert -n&n on from Canada unless the work of the subâ€"agents appointed throughout the United Kingdom for rromoting it without projudice to any line were t# stricted. Mr. Presten told me that imâ€" portant correspondence on the subject would arrive at Ottawa on Thursday, showing that the ring is sceking to conâ€" trol the rates for passage to Canada, â€"and to interfere with the wise policy which has led to the enormons increase of inquiries and departures of British ‘wettiers. He predicted that the interâ€" #erence of the shipping ring with the immigration business would be followâ€" ed inevitably by the creation of a Canâ€" adian subsidized line for carrying emiâ€" grants, and that the British Governâ€" ‘ment would assist in defence of linperial »eommerce. ‘The subject will be brought = before Mr. Chamberiain at the conâ€" Â¥ of the Colonialâ€"_Premiers after "#he coromation. ‘ ®ondon, April 28.â€"A Bombay desâ€" mw that news has been reâ€" that of the Sheikh O(n‘K‘ovpvt ;l ring to march Rashid. expected that K:' latter will be in between the force of the of Koweyt and the army of 4 Ariz, which continues to conquer fresh portions of Tbn Rashid‘s terriâ€" tory Death Dae to Perpetnal 54 Years Old NO TRUTH IN THE STORY, Washington, April 28.â€"Sol Smith Rusâ€" well, the wetor, died at the Richmond Hotel in ©OERCING OUR IMMIGRATION, Barristers Admitted to Practice. Trouble in the Persian Guif #oL. SMITH RUSSELL city at 2.10 o‘clook this Hiccong hâ€" Tess & m I‘m“m D ly."* & ‘u-'d say®: clde "We have come so to rely upon NU merical expression theat numbars stand ' both as end and means; no longer dAF® | plea we appeal to the emotions, no longe@r | _ A; do men sway men with truth of words. | gni, Facts, and the exact expression "Of | ting theny are what we seem to desire. Fast | w we appeal to the emotions, no IOn@@T do men sway men with truth of words, Facts, and the exact expression "of u“mnmnmm are we drawing the chilling robes about us; fast have our finer instincts, O0F Em& Judging from means to convince and excite us, as & any reason not by one of the mamamu Pythaâ€" would be delighted indeed to see our reverence for numbers; for we bow tbwer than did he, and for less reason. "But what actually is the exient of the evil? We can hardly measure the effects aright without knowing the exâ€" tent; how greatly are we affiicted by it? ‘The children of the imagination were long is bonCage to scignce. Now thn"undor.)otmhmna.:mll forty years, in the wilderness of purely scientific expression, the arld, sterile waste of statistics. What function of puzl‘t: life has not been unduly brought un this dread domain? . Underâ€" standing quantity by instinct and quality not at all, the appeal is made at once to arithmetic. Would we conâ€" vince the average American? Exp:rl- ence has taugh: that it can best"be done by figures. The Zerah Colburn in him is most alent. Do not the newsâ€" papers rely upon this trait continually ? Latterly, our editorial pages are digests ¢€ tables prepared by various comiaisâ€" sloms. Does the pulpit scorn this means of arousing interest? . How do we raise funds for starving India? The chief instrument fo> rousing compasâ€" sion is famine statistics; the bulk of the misfortune readily appeals. We group disaster as our merchants corâ€" ner markets. Do.we plead the cause of ‘emperance? Here statistics revel, and | they may be had patiently plotted out | aven to the number of drunkarés to the | square rod in Cuyahoga County Ohio, | or the arrests for inebriety in Kokomo, ‘| Indiana, for 1900. What seems to be | the erux in literature? IHow appraise | the success of a book save by the number of coples sold in a given time? | How ascertain the merit of a play szve ‘ | by the number of nights it "ran‘" In the | dramatic centers? ‘Thus is our Amerjâ€" ‘ can mark set on what is what. We g5 about reforming and purifying . th world, with a committee report al eiâ€" |bow and a statistical compilation in " l each hand." “ HERE was a poor woman, | | whose son was dreadSiuly IH, and she wanted to get him a doctor; but someâ€" how, instead of going for the doctor, she fell asleep, and dreamt that her son was dll, and that she was gring for the doctor. She went first (in her dream) to the house of the first physician in the town, but. when she arrived, the door was crowded with a number of pale betng». who were congregating around it and calling out to those within. So the woâ€" man asked them what they were, and they said, ‘We are the spirits of thore who have been killed by the treatment of this doctor, and we are come o make him our reproaches.‘ So the woâ€" man was horrified, and hurried away to the house of another doctor, but there she found even more souls than before; and at each house she went té there were more and more souls whe complained of the doctors who had killed them. At last she came to the house of & very poor little doctor, whe lived in a cottage in a very narrow, lirty street, and there were only two souls lamenting. ‘Ah!‘ she said, ‘this is the doctor for me; for, while the others have killed so many, this good man in all the course of his experience has »nly sent two souls out of the world.‘ 3o she went in and said, ‘Sir, I have come to you because of your experiâ€" »nce, because of your great and just ceputation, to ask you to heal my son.‘ As she talked of his great reputation he doctor looked rather surprised, and it last he said, ‘Well, madam, it is very flattering, but it is odd that you hould have heard so much of me, for { have only been a doctor a week.‘ Ah! | shen you may imagine what the horror \( the woman wasâ€"he had onmy been a loctor a week, and yet he had killed wo persons! . . . So she awoke, and she did not go for a doctor at all, and aae en gret ns foc‘ly well." C The Plague of Statistics. Paine‘s Celery Compound Is"the Only Medicine That Can Prompt y and Permanently Banish All Wasting It Restores Lost Health When Physicians Pronounce Your Case Incurable. If, in springtime sick people â€" young and oldâ€" act with promptâ€" ness, wisdom and decision, suffering, agony and misery would never be carried into the summer months. To delay the work of banishing diâ€" sease, regulating the nerves, purifyâ€" ing the blood and restoring perfect digestion is a serious mistake. When the blood is sluggish, impure and poisoned, when the nervous sysâ€" tem is unbalanced, when digestion is deranged, and the appetite poor and variable, be assured your condition is critical, and calls for instant attenâ€" tion before the summer . months bring additional dangers. _ _ At this time Paine‘s Celery Comâ€" [ 30%® ®® VR° 0 Su~o« when the allâ€" pound Will do a marvelious work |!n the evenin® PP ps, when the all~ f:ir every rundown, sick and diseasâ€" 'Tm‘::mcm :’:;.mmfl man and woman. oped and put to bed on his hyglenic Its lifegiving work first comâ€"|pillow, there comes a moment when mences â€" with the blood, which is | the exhausted parent may sit down beâ€" made clean and pure, then the nerves | fore ‘N'fl"': ":rl‘: :::' ': ne:::filbl': are quickly set in order, digestive grownâ€"up v & veng! Tigor is Tuily restored, the appetite! 4; 9t Toath nim. we are reminaed is made natural, sleep is refreshing, |of the pleasant old gentieman~ who, and the desponding heart is made |meross the receptionâ€"plate, is accosted light and joyous. by the genial young girl: "After all, It is well to bear in mind that ‘fnm"-‘ua-m“m Paine‘s Celéty Compound owes jys [fWing of a chicken, i8 Aheres! Mi origin to the mogt distinguithed Phyâ€" [ $55¢." when‘ t wasr yourg tns 18 peo sician that this American continent|p1e atways ate the wings, and now I It is well to bear in mind that Paine‘s Celery Compound owes its origin to the most distinguished phyâ€" gician that this American continent ever produced, and his marvellous prescription is publicly indorsed by our best and ablest physicians. > If all sufferers who have been disâ€" appointed in the past will prm start with Paine‘s Célery Com they will be astonished and Nlfi ed with the speed with which wondertal remedy is able to call a and Dangerous Diseases. An outâ€"ofâ€"doors Md.a” mn‘lfimlml site ting at the table, when a red squirrel down 4. w near the n.m- w "a M’-m The who was | "Â¥es, help yourself to &nything you want!" o s Upon this in the made bolid to ap of bread from which‘only a two had been cut. selged it and dragged it to the side of the table, and someâ€" how managed to scramble down the side with it to the ground. Bol*: fixed his teeth in the crust, & dragged it awwy and down the steep sides of the glen. But when he reached the bottom and confronted the steep rize on the other side it. was too *ch for him. Then & gave a sort of call, which seemed to be understooo for soom squirrels were seen qpming from several direc» tions. They crowded round him, :: after a little confererce, all took h and with tug and swain they manâ€" aged to bring the loaf to the top of the hill, and disappeared with it in the woods beyond. Something more than a warm heart and an open hand is needed in dispensâ€" ing charity, A Boston woman who" wanted to be generous found this to be trye in at least one case, related in the "Youth‘s Companion." * She had been giving to a poor family, consisting of a mother and three grown daughters, a regular allowance of six @ollars a week untll the daughters should find employment. The eldest daughter called at the house every Saturday to receive this allowance. One week she appeared on Thursday, and wanted to know if it would be "quite convenient" for her benefactress to advance the money that day instead of waiting until Saturday. "We are out of fuel and flour, and the man will call this evening for the weekly rent, and we haw»n‘t a penny to give him," she said. "How does it happen that you are in this condition this week, when the six fdollars I have been siving you has sufficed to pay your weekly expenses in the past?" "Well, I‘ll tell you," replied the young woman, frankly and calmly. ‘"Mamma was down tewn yesterday, and she came across such a genuine bargain in kid gloves that she felt that it would ve almost wicked not to take advantage af it, so she got each of us girls and herself a pair. ‘They‘re regular twoâ€" dollar gloves ma ‘ked down to seventyâ€" nine cents a pair, and mamma didn‘t know when she‘d ever have another chance to save four dollars and eightyâ€" four cents on four pairs of gloves, se she got them, and who could blame her 2" N these days of strenuous parent» l age, it may not be amiss to Sugâ€" gest mildly that there may be, in the constitution of @ family, such a thing as too much parent. Time was when being a parent was incédentai to other business in life. Our grandfathâ€" ers brought up children, a dozen at & time, with a careless familiarity that lakes away the modern breath. Each of the dozen was disciplined and duly chastened. ‘They were whipped when they told Me», and occasionally when they did not. They learned to read at There was never 2~y particular fuss about it. The larger the family, the more whippings it took. But there were always enough to go around, and no one the worse for it. The adverâ€" tisement, "Boy missing. Run away from home," was not an uncommoa feature of the weekly newspaper. Bul of the remnant who had the courage to l!uy at home and grow up, it may be said that they made admirable lt« en Absotelnnh en rar ons four; were put to work at five, @# & matter of course; and developed, in due time, the stuff that men are made of. dudciih emidiihang, Pials un Te rar zeng. ‘They had the rare privilege of passing their childhood and youth in the presence of men and women whe had other and more important business in life than that of being parent to offâ€" spring. They grew up with a chastened sense of their own unimportance in the scheme of being, and a philosophic expectation of taking the hard knocks of life as they came. We have changed all that. We have listened to the voice of Froebel, "Let us play {lth our children;" and to the educational moralist, "A father should be his boy‘s best friend;" and to Our most famous and most unpractical poet, ‘‘The child is father to the man:;" and the whole business of ch#fdâ€"raising is turned other end to. We no longer raise them by the dozen. One or two at a time is as much as we dare venâ€" ‘ture. and very cautiously at that. We study the development and take notes on the bumps, phrenological; the other kind the modern child is never allowed to have. We agonize over our relation to his moral growth, and drop tentaâ€" tive, trembling seeds into the ground of his being, and exchange specimens If anything comes of it. The result, as a whole, is not, it must be adiitted, altogether unpleasing. ‘There is someâ€" thimg about the wellâ€"born, wellâ€"bred, wholesome child of toâ€"day that makes glad the eye and the heart. But the poor parent! We protest that he has never had a chance in life. ‘Ten to one his own pavents balonged to the old school, and 1isciplined him within, an inch of lMfe. And now his children be tong to the new. He is ground beâ€" tween the uppor and the nether stome. July in scattered, precious moments does he dare call himself his own. Late in the evening, perhsps, when the allâ€" .mportant child has been adequately am old the young people eat them. have never tasted the wing of a chick en."â€"From the "Contributors‘ Club." Ministerâ€"I am sorty Ididn‘t see you at church Festerday,. Turmmas., . Tamâ€" -.-‘-w.a. nm-o. 1t w-ldu:a.:.: t wiena fit tae turn l 4 sane io wite, sicesdkk. A Bargain in Gloves. ‘Too Much Parent. stt 4 ered with a copions overflow of mfi"fi words on a sniull p whose not unattractive face were Te ocp of tad nilariiine â€"â€" + y dowk yoo veaiers s( * * “v’{ don‘t you PA can hardly mak@ it out, mothâ€" er,? her son rqlhd&:hl it‘s new, and he says he got th nflt"i'rm ong of the Fa& piano in Now York. It‘s the stuff that makes the cases shine so. ‘Think of it! If L ;mlg get such a polish on my skis, why, 1‘d win that $200 and pay off the moflgngv and get you & thick cloak and all the things you need." eloak and all the th u need." ns inatenen ight flush t ng ace; fln‘it Â¥ou'vo so many kinds J *dope, and they all failed. I‘m afraid it‘s your way of riding, dear." "My way of riding!" exclaimed the young man, and he looked up and ran his hands lhmgh his curly hair. "Why, there isn‘t a man in Plumas eounl{dv‘:hq can toss more snow in a d:y, ift more, stand more, than can 1. . s His mother said nothl:f. She sighed as she looked up at the snow covered windows, then glanced at her companion with an expression that combined Xrida and pity. The young man had not overstated his prowess. He was a {i‘lni, a colossus Potpm x e t LA LSJ sn in strength, seven feet tall, but so thin, so long of limb, so -tnngcly drawn out that for miles around ho was known as "Long Barton" and "Tanglefoot." . He was a miner, like his father, who bad been killed in an avalanche two seasons before. | The winter had set in early, and a succession of snowstorms hu{ buried the little hamlet of a dozen houses so deep in the snow that around the Barton home it was nearly 830 feet on the level, and the hamlet, so far as appearances went, had been wiped out of existence and lay with all its domestic life under the snow. The entire male population had dug the Bartons out, as in previous winters, the operation consisting in beginâ€" ning a shoot 50 feet from the front of tshe house, or where it was supâ€" posed to be, and sinking a burrow or shoot at an angle of 45 degrect in the direction of the second story. It took some time to accomplish this: after the last storm, but finally the miners reached the attic window, {iving a rousing heer as Mrs. Barâ€". on and her son appeared to welâ€" tome them. From this time the atâ€" tic window had been the front door. George had cut steps up the burrow, mnd the Bartons, as the postmaster ,lemnrked, were "in society afnin.” ‘he chimneÂ¥ had been spliced with ‘picces kept for the purpose, so that the top reached the surface of the snow, and as George had piled a lentiful supply of wood in the ‘Konu in September and there was an abundance of candles, oil and Erovisions things were as comfortaâ€" le in the Barton home as in any house in the pl under the snow. Pm ns Reaosinna e E I : rag streamer at the entrance of the &oqts. so that they could find their homes if a storm came up. But the wind had blown Bnrtonet Aag down â€"‘‘Then there was anothor trouble. For a number of years George Barâ€" ton had been a coutestant in the ski races which are the principal amuseâ€" ment of the people of these counties of California in winter, but in every one he had been defeatedâ€"more, humiliated, as twiee, unable to con« trol his long degs. he had at first wabbled, then slipped and : gone down the slide upon his back amid the roars of langhter and gibes of the crowd of epectators. _ "The funniest thing about it," reâ€" marked the storekeepér, "is that Geori: thinks he c@n ride and alâ€" ways lays it to his akis or the ‘dope." But, bless {our hoart, a man might: {cfl as well ury to ride on stilts as hem legs of his‘n. They ain‘t bailt for skiin. _ They‘d make a good skid for a bridge. Q;"‘ how he did tanâ€" gle ‘U wad arms all in knots! W hy "t some ul‘y!n chone tod him nature didn‘t intend him to "Why don‘t you tell him ?" retort «d a listencr, laughing. > , l'“;\'viii,' ii'.it;-;""?’-i' b:in:-. g‘d un out im, but u{‘ tm-m. he ain‘t got any Near him, with. place 20 or more feet for next week," said look at him, . "He‘ll win if the prize is for mue mprt ons i and slipped j}_'“. m fi Rhot, aed veveet dbang do ;i‘t.gfl s front was sbut, and st it feet first #‘ in the party, his The ski races been tot a ue:i” and Long B-M“M entered, >‘ was and he blic'm{n it. fi on the morning of the event his mother made some excuse for reâ€" maining home and was the only woâ€" man in the hamlet not present at the races. Skhe could not bear to witness his defeat. ‘The course was on the slopes of the sierras, a splenâ€" did hill 2,000 feet long, llipq«y as glass, and of so sharp an angle that a man could not ascend it, and once on it with skis, it was a race like the wind for nearly balf a mile, then out on to a findu-l doye into the valley, where the little village lay buried. Every town or village in Plumas and Sierra oounfiuI:ru{y pretenâ€" . sions had a ski club, and many of the members were experts who had performed wonderful feats, and for this race the Fick of every club was on hand at the top of the glassy slide, while an admiring crowd of men, women and girls looked on. The curious Norweiinn snowshocs, which were ;ight eet long, four inches wide and half an inch thick, wore being given their final polish, every contestant having his especial "Jdope," which was his secret. Apart from the others stood Long Barton strapping on his skis, which had a l:lhh such as had never been seen efore. They gleamed in the sun with dazzling brilliance. If “doie” counted, there were those who beâ€" lieved that "Tanglefoot" would win. The first signal was given, and the men lined up, their long skis extendâ€" ed forward, their bodies in various positions. Each racer bore a long staff, or starter.. Some held it on one side, some between their legs, while others extended it ahead, and as the word was given each man gave a mighty shove and projected himself down the terrific slide. They ‘hot over the edge like a wave of water over a fall and seemed to rush into space, then sank so rapidly from view that they were gone beâ€" fore the excited onlookers realized it. The speed increased rapidly, and in 10 seconds was like that of a fast trotter, at 15 it was e%unl to the fastest train of cars, and at 20 the best men were holding their breath, as it was impossible to breathe at such speed, and the slightest swerve would send them off the track. From the side the scene was a frightful one, as it was bard to believe that human beings could preserve their position and not be dashed to picces under such extreme velocity. But the line swept on, a few of the racers surging ahead. Half way down, and four are in advance, twoâ€"thirds, and one tall figure is leading. It is Long Barton. He is rushing with the speed of light. The new "dope" is enrryinfi him on to victoâ€" ry. He knew it; his teeth were sct; his beart was in his mouthâ€"the goul was just ahead. Then someâ€" thing happened. He sworved a tenth of an inch; a picce of ice caught the channel of %ia polished ski, . perhaps, and the nest second the line of racers rushed like the wind by a figure rolling over and a great sufferer from corstipation.. Ste cried continually, and I . was about worn out attending her. I tried several remedies, but nome of them helped her till I procured some Baby‘s Own Tablets. ‘These tablets worked wonders, and now she is in tte best of beaith. I can now go about my work without being disâ€" torted by baby‘s crying. 1 considâ€" er Baby‘s Own Tablets a great meâ€" dicine, and would advise mothers to teep them in the house for they will sme baby from much suffering by curing and preventing the minor ailâ€" ments common to infants and small childrec. e t y0 Baby‘s Own Tablets are sold unâ€" der an Aabsolute guarantee to . com: ta‘n wo opiate orâ€" other barmial drug. ‘They are casy to take, mild in action, promote healthful sleep and will be found a neverâ€"failing cure for constipation, . baby indigestion, simple fever, diarrhoea, sour stomâ€" ach, coli¢, etc. They allay the irriâ€" lation ancompanying the cutting . of Can Be Cured Without Resorting to Harsh Purgatives. BABY CONSTIP ATION he‘s given it bimself 3@ It was the erowd qktho hill, and Barton:sook off his skis and, avoidâ€" ing them, walked over the snow and was losl lo sight in the shoot that led to his home. ‘That night, as was the custom, there was a bail, and tl.i‘ wish of his mother Long: on went. But he took no sbhe entertainment and sat by the stove and watched the merrymakers, knowing well that he was the butt of them all. Lote at ni‘fht. while, he still Inoked on, a crowd gathered at the door around a man who had just arrived â€"Reel Siacey,; the stege driver,. * "Tope xou fa‘ks has extra on your chimneys and Aa m awid. "It‘s banked 30 & at Ey â€"us, andâ€"the 30 {oot ssarks on the filne. are covered, and it‘s snowing ie &‘wfll never stop. But that‘s not what I come for," he contiuued, unrolling a bundle, blanket after blanket, and gdwngi a baby that looked up at the men with a wonderâ€" rze. ® hfif‘ baby !*"* they shouted in chorus, and half a dozen arms reached for the child. ht aiet vy. "Hold on, boys," said the driver; "business first. This is Jim Grayâ€" son‘s baby. His wife died last night, and he‘s flat on his back. ‘The cow was killed in the snow, and there ain‘t any milk in this town but this," and the old driver held up a quart bottle. "Now, the doctor gays that the only thing to save the baby is to get it out where #here‘s milz. If we don‘t, it will starve." _ "Why. Reel," said the storckeeper im an awee whisper, "it‘s aeatm~to try the mountains in such a storm !" ""So I told the doetor," replied the stage driver, "and I haven‘t the nerve to try it. I know what it isâ€"â€" a man‘s life against the kid‘s. But I said I‘d state the case. He‘s a newâ€" comer at Sicrra. He got here and can‘t get away." â€" "It‘s 50 miles to milk if it‘s a foot," remarked a red whiskered miner in the group. "Won‘t bread and water do ?" . "It might for some," retorted the driver, "but this baby‘s not built that way. She wants milk, and she won‘t touch anything else. They‘ve been tryinx it for days. Is there any man here that can suggest anyâ€" thing ?" And the speaker raised his voice. Every miner present knew that it was impossible to get out of the mountains, even if it was not snowâ€" ing, until the snow had settled. Evâ€" ery one recalled the names and faces of men who had met death trying to cross the sierras in storms, and for a few moments no one answered. Then, as the drivcrgm\led the blanâ€" ket over the little figure, which he held closer to his breast, a voice said "Well, if the baby wants milk,‘ she‘s going to have it ; don‘t you forâ€" get it, boys." And Long Barton edged through the crowd and took the child in his arms. He rolled it up in the coverings the stage driver had ‘taken off. Then he pulled on his snow cap and, followed by the men to the door, went out into the storm. "Well," cxclaimed Reel Streoy, "T‘d have picked ‘Tanglefoot‘ the last one for such a proposition. But, boys, we‘vre mistook him. Ie‘s got sand, for he‘s going to his funeril." What Gcnrgfi: Barton said to his mother no one knew. Time was the essence of this transaction, and in a very short while he came up the shoot clad in his furs, the baby wrapped in a fur bag which was slung under his arm. He carried his staff in his hand, a revolver in his gncket for wolves, and on his booted cct were the skis which the incomâ€" rable "dope" had polished so that m could hardly stand. A moment later he was lost to view. _ _ The same dogged persistency | Y which had Jed Long Barton to boâ€"| { lieve that he could win the race made | him think that he could carry the £ baby to sufeti.e If he had been askâ€" : ed an hour before if a man could | do this, he would have said no. He|, strode up the little ®illey, keeping | ; in the center, with the walls oftho i sierras, snowclad, lreml»ling with | avalanches on either side and in an | hour struck the ltnfiglin(f’ forest. | He knew the trees well and for five | ! miles kept the trail. ‘Then he came |/ to the first slope. By the aid of bis } staff he made a rapid slide, reaching | the bottom of the canyon safely in |, a few seconds. And this was to be |. his lx'F;riencoâ€"climbing and slidâ€" ; ing. e next hill was so soft that he was breathing hard when he reached half :‘3 Then he felt a | | tremble, a nameless thrill, and the entire side of the mountain séemed toqinny,udhovuurriodirn-l gistibly down on the wings of an avâ€" alanche. He made desperate strugâ€" i gles and x a miracle kept near the 3:{ much labor dug lh-‘ It had nomd snowigg as he started down nl;ol.mdidâ€" in.mlupl:m mous "dope" cnrryinlm I and fast. From a deen valley he must climb the next tt;.np. but when h.f‘;;. half mvp snow began to fall again, and he became bev ildered. He could not seo the stars and would have to trust to luck. Bo he swung himsel{ over almost buried. fivuu’i% mm digging his feet out he unâ€" the bundle and, protecting it, gave the baby a ration of the milk, which had kept warm against his body. It looked -mfi.&' at him the while, and George, knew very little about babies, made up his mind that it must be a very good natured one. P He did not 'ml how weary he he found that u.’Zau been twisted and he was lame. The cold was increasing, the mig‘h‘l and filled his eyes, and he felt that this was the bcgmb{fld the end. But on he pressed until the afterâ€" noon, when the baby cried, and he stopped to give it the remainder of the milk, looking at the little face with red and Câ€"sperate eyes. On he went again, now running, now m ing, plunging down the slopes he began to experience a strange oppression, as though a band of iron was about his head. Then he seemâ€" ed to be at home, and he tried to ask his mother to tâ€"ke the baby. He suddenly stopped, tremblinf, realizâ€" ing that his mind was not clear, and dashed snow :({)on his forehead. Then he rushed on again like a madman. How {ar he went no one knows to this day, but it had been many miles in the wrong direction, when, with a wild laugh, which frightened those who heard it, Long Barton umlnnfi a bundle and plunged into a ha buried wickiup, from the top of which sparks were rising. The men reached for their firearms at light of the gigantic and wild eyed figure, but the squaw, laying her papoose among the blankets, with unerring instinct caught the bundle from the hands of the falling men, and Jim Grayson‘s baby was saved. As for "Tanglefoot" Barton, one of the half breeds, who came in to the vil« lage from another wickiup and who understood English, said he was clean off his head and thought he had won a race.â€"Charles F.ufloldu in New York Evening Post. P THE SYMPTOMS OFTEN MISUNâ€" DERSTOOD BY TBE SUFFERER. The Trouble at All Times An Extremely Dangerous One.â€"How to Fromptly Reheve It. 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