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I I f:. WINNIE'S FORTUNE. The handsome dining-room in the Mayberry mansion was all a glitter •with floods of gaslight and the genial iglow of the fire—for Mr. Joseph May fcerry was a very "queer man," ac cording to his wife's opinion, and this fancy of his to have nasty, ashy fires all over the splendid mansion before the weather became cold enough was •one of h's "ence^itrie freaks," Mrs. Mayberry called it, with a curl of her lip, a toss of the head and a smile, almost of contempt, directed at the iiaie, hearty, honest-faced old gentle man who had married her for her pretty face ten years ago, when he "Was an immensely rich widower, with his handsome half-grown son for a aot undesirable encumbrance. They were sitting around the hand some table, discussing their 7 o'clock dinner, with the solemn butler and his subordinate in silent, obsequious attention—these three Mayberrys, father, son and the haughty, well dressed lady who was wearing a de cided frown of displeasure on her face —a frown she had barely power to re strain from degenerating into a ver bal expression of anger while the ser vants were in waiting, and which, as the door finally closed on them leav ing the little party alone over the wine and nuts, burst forth impetuously: "I declare, Mr. Mayberry, it is too foad! I have gone over the list of in vitations you have made, and to think there is not one— no not one— Of oar set among them, uid such a Jiorrid lot of people as you have aiamed'" Mr. Mayberry sipped his wine con tentedly. "I told you, didn't I, Marguerite, that it was my intention to give an •old-fashioned dinner? And by that I meant, and mean, to whom it will, in -deed, because for thankfulness. As to making a grand fuss, and seeing around our table only the people to whom a luxurious dinner is an every-day occurrence—I shall not do it. And as to the guests •on my list being 'horrid' and 'coin snon,' you are mistaken, my dear. 2?one of them have a worse failing than poverry. There is not a 'com mon,' vulvar person among the ten •names on that paper." Mr. Mayberry's good old face Hght «d up warmly as lie spoke, and Ern est Mayberry's handsome face reflect ed the satisfaction and pride he felt in bis father's views. Mrs. Mayberry flushed, but said nothing. She knew from experience that, kind and indulgent as her husband was, there were times when he sufter •ed no appeal from his decision. And this was one of those times. "We will have dinner oi'dered for 12 •o'clock, as it used to be when I was a feoy. We will have roast turkey with cranberry sauce, and mashed pota toes and turnips, boiled onions and «elery, and all on the table at" once. For dessert, pie, cheese and cider, and not bins more. Marguerite, shall I ^v« the order to Lorton, or will you attend to it?" Mrs. Maybprry twisted her dia mond rings almost roughly. "Oh, don't ask me to give such an insane order to him." I have no wish to appear as a laughing stock fcefore my servants, Mr. May foerry. It will be as severe a&train on my enduranee as I am ca pable of to be forced to sit at a table with such people as the Hurds and the Masons, and that Thvr/a Green and her lame brother, and that little old Wilmington and his granddaugh ter, and"— Mr. Mayberry interrupted her gen tly: "Old Mr. Wilmington was a friend of mine long before he went to India. Since he came home with his son's in tan daughter and lived in such ob -scurity—comfortable, although plain, for Winnie earns enough as daily gov erness to support them both cheaply —I regard him as more worthy than ever. Ernest, my boy, I shall call up on you to help entertain our guests, and especially at table, for I shall have no servants about to scare them out of their appetites." And Mr. Mayberry dismissed the subject by arising from the table. "Would I like to go? Oh, grandpa, I should! Will we go, do you think'" The little, wizened old man looked •fondly at her over his steel-rimmed *Se you'd like to accept Mr. May ieirry's invitation to dinner, eh, Win nie? You wouldn't be ashamed of poor old-fashioned grandfather, eh, among the fine folks of the family? Remarkably fine folks, I hear, for all I can remember when Joe was a boy together with myself. Fine folk. Win .nie, and you think we'd better go?" "I would like to go, grandpa. I •don*t have any recreations—I don't want many, for I think contended, honest labot" is the grandest thing in the world, and the best discipline— fout, somehow, I can't tell why, but 1 want to go. I can wear my blacK cashmere, and you'll be so oroud of me." "Proud of you, indeed, my child, no matter what you wear. Yes, we'll And thus it happened that among HTM ten guests that sat down at Josiah Mayberry's hospitable, overflowing board that cold, blue-skied day, Win nie Wilmington and the little old manwas tw©—and two to whom Ern est paid more attention than ever his ifather asked and expected. Of course it was a grand success—all excepting the cold hauteur on Mrs. Mayber ry's aristocratic face, and that was a failure, because no one took the least notice of it, so much more powerful were the influences of Mr. Mayberry and Ernest's courteous, gentlemanly attentions. "I on'y hope you are satisfied," Mrs. Josiah said, with what was meant to be withering sarcasm, after the last guest had gone, and she stood a moment before the fire "I only hope you are satisfied—particu larly with the attention Ernest paid to that young woman—very unneces sary attention, indeed." Mr. Maberry rubbed his hands to gether briskly. "Satisfied? Yes, thankful to God I had it in my power to make them for get their poverty, if for only one little hour. Did you see little Jimmie Hurd's eyes glisten when Ernest gave him the second triangle of pie? Bless the youngster's hearts. They won't have anything to eat for a week." "I was speaking of the young wom an who Mr3. Mayberry was icily severe, but her husband cut it short. "So you were—pretty little thing as ever I saw. A ladylike, graceful little gkl, with br-artiful eyes enough to ex cuse the boy for admiring her." "The boy. You seem to have for gotten your son is 23—old enough to fall love and marry even a poor, unknown girl you were quixotic enough to invite to your table." "Twenty-three' So he is. And if he wants to marry a beggar, and she is a good virtuous girl—why not?" A little gasp of horror and dismay was the only answer ot which Mrs. Mayberry was capable. "Grandpa!" "Winnie's voice was so low that Mr. Wilmington only just heard it, and when he looked he saw the girl's crim son cheeks and her lovely" drooping face. "Yes, Winnie. You want to tell me something?" She went up behind him and leaned her hot cheek caressingly against his, her sweet, low voice whispering her answer: "Grandpa, I want to tell you some thing. I—Mr. May—we—Ernest has asked—he wants me to—oh, grandpa, can't you tell what it is?" He felt her cheek grow hotter against his. He reached up his hand and caress ed the other one. "Yes, I can tell, dear. Ernest has shown his good sense by wanting you for his wrfe. So this is what come of that dinner, eh, Winnie?" "And may I tell him you are willing, perfectly willing, grandpa? Because I do love him, you know." "And you are sure it isn't his mon ey you are after, eh?" She did not take umbrage at the sharp question. "I am at least sure it is not my money he is after, grandpa," she returned, laughing and patting his cheek. "Yes, you are at least sure of that there, I hear the young man coming himself. Shall I go Winnie?" It was the "young man himself," Ernest Mayberry, with a shadow of deep trouble and distress on his face as he came straight up to Winnie and took her hand, then turned to the old gentleman. "Until an hour ago I thought this would be the proudest, happiest hour of my life, sir, for I should have asked you to give me Winnie for my wife. Instead, I must be content to only tell you how dearly I love her, and how patiently and hard I will work for her to give her the home which she de serves—because, Mr. Wilmington, this morning the house of Mayberry & Thruston failed and both families are beggars." His handsome face was pale, but his eyes were bright with a determination and braveness nothing could daunt. Winnie smiled back upon him, her own cheeks paling. "Never mind, Ernest, on my ac count. I can wait, too." Old Mr. ^Wilmington'b eyes were al most shut behind-the heavy frowning forehead, aud a quizzical look was on his shrewd old face as he listened. "Gone up, eh? Well, that's too bad. You stay here and tell Winnie I am just as willing she shall be your wife when you want her, as if nothing had happened, because I believe you can earn bread and butter for both of you, and my Winnie is a contented little girl. I'll hobble up to the office and see your father he and I were boys together a word of sympathy won't come amiss from me." And off he strode, leaving the lovers alone, getting over the distance in a remarkable time, and presenting his wrinkled, weather-beaten old face in Mayberry & Thurston's private office, where Mr. Mayberry sat alone with rigid face and keen,troubled eyes,that nevertheless lighted at the sight of his old friend. "I'm glad to see you, Willmington. Sit down. The sight of a man who has not come to reoroach me is a com fort." But Mr. Wilmington did not sit down. He crossed the room to the table at which Mr. Mayberry sat among a hopeless'array of papers. "There's no use wasting words,May berry, at a time like this. Did you know your son has asked my Winnie to marry him?" Mr. Mayberry's face lighted a sec ond, then the gloom returned. "If my son had a fortune at his command, as 1 thought he had yescer day at this time, I would say, 'God soeed you in your wooing of Winnie Wilmington.' As it is—for the girl's sake I disapprove." "So you haven't a pound over and above, eh, Mayberry?" "There will be nothing—less than nothing. I don't know that I really care so much for myself, but Ernest it is a terrible thing to happen to him at the very beginning of his career. Mr. Wilmington smiled gleefully. "Good. Neither do I care for my self, but for Winnie, my little Winnie. I tell you what, Mayberry perhaps you will wonder if I am crazy but I agree to settle a quarter of a million on Winnie the day she marries your boy. And I'll lend you as much more if it'll be any use. and I'll start the boy for himself, if you say so. Eh?" Mr. Mayberrv looked at him in speechless bewilderment. Wilmington went on: "I made a fortune out in India, and its sale and sound in hard cash in good hands—a couple of millions. I determined to bring my girl up to de* pend on herself and to learn the val ue of money before she had the han dling of her fortune. She has no idea fhe's an heiress—my heiress. Sounds like a story out of a book, eh, May berry? Well, will you shake hands on it and call it a bargain?" Mr. Mayberry took the little dried up hand almost reverently, his voice hoarse and thick with emotion. "Wilmington, God will reward you for this. May He, a thousandfold!" Wilmington winked away a suspi cious moisture on his eyelashes. "You see it all comes of that din ner, old fellow. You acted like a charitable Christian gentleman, and between us we'll make the boy and Winnie as happy as they deserve, eh?" And even Mrs. Mayberry admits that it was a good thing" that her husband gave that dinner, and when she expects to see Mrs. Ernest May berry an honored guest at her board she candidly feels that she owes every atom of her splendor and luxury to the voilet-eyed, charming girl who wears her own honors with such sweet grace.—New York Evening World. An Amusing Reception Inci dent. There are frequent scenes with office, seekers and claimants of various kinds at the white house afternoon re ceptions, and the performances are often as ludicrous as the performers are persistent. One of the best known characters of this kind is a woman who has a pension claim, and she is on hand at every reception, and haunts the president with a persever ance that must be agonizing. Yester day afternoon she was present as usual, and missing her chance as the other visitors passed, she rushed wildly after the presi dent as he walked down the corridor. Sh? headed him off, and grasping him by the hand remarked: "How do you do, Mr. Cleveland?" A happy New Year." Then gathering him by the coat col lar, before he could make any re sponse, she leaned over and whispered confidentially in his ear, at the same time forcing into his hand a formid able document. "They have ordered the payment of the claim, Mr. President," she finally exclaimed aloud. "They have order ed payment, or at least they will if I can only get your signature. Oh! do sign it, Mr. Cleveland, and I will be so grateful to \ou," and in her enthusi asm she fell upon the president's broad expanse of shirt front and smiled effusively. The president tried to return the smile, but it was a sickly effort, and as he glanced gloomily at the docu ment now in his possession, he only said- "1 will do what lean." The few lingering visitors who witnessed the scene, were visibly amused, and the president, with a weary air, departed. Jay Gould's First Sweetheart. An article in the Chicago Tribune gives an account of Jay Gould, and describes the way in which the great millionaire went a-wooing when he was a poor young man. It says: Jay Gould's first sweetheart now keeps a boarding-house at Plattsburgh, N. Y. She is elderly and gray-haired now, and is not strikingly handsome, but in her day she was blithesome and pretty. She was the daughter of a country storekeeper. Jay Gould, after leaving his father's farm, went to work in the store and promptly fell in love with the rosy-cheeked maiden. But the old man had much higher views for his daughter than a marriage with a young man his own shop would realize. He not only gave young Gould to understand that a marriage was out of the question, but dispensed with his services as well. Jay took his rejection philosophically enough, and gave himself up to the work of making aiortune. While he was grow ing richer and richer and piling up million upon million, his old love was vainly trying to battle with misfor tune. Her father, who had plumed himself so proudly on the ownership of the "general store," failed the hus band whom she took after Jay Gould had gone away brought little to her, and eo at the end she endeavors to eke out an income by opening her house to summer boarders. She has a wondrous amount of philosophy in her make-up, and very little envy. She is bright, good-natured and con tented with what fortune has brought —or ought one to say left?—her. Some of Jay Gould's relatives spend a few weeks at her farmhouse every year, but Jay himself never goes there." How to Escape Mortgages. Burdette, Kan., Bugle. In answer to the question, "Is a farmer in western Kansas obliged to mortgage his farm?" an old settler gives the following, which if pursued by the farmer might finally leave him in full possession ot his land: "First get a pension from Uncle Sa then, after settling down on your land, build a sod house (without flour) for your family to live in use no sugar in your tea or coffee drink all skim milk eat meat only twice a week sell all your butter and eggs pick up all the buffalo chip and cornstalks to burn instead of coal take your wife and children out infchefieldto work, and finally when your chores are done about ten o'clock p. m., retire, only to arise at the dawn of the next day to go over the same rotine. Let your clothing be of the cheapest qual ity, and if your wife or daughter should get a new dress see that it costs not more than five cents a yard. If your father gave you a watch or a clock at his death hide it away so that the assessor won't see it. Keep your shotgun loaded so as to be prepared to repel a raid of grass hoppers or chintz bugs." We con clude that the old settler has "bin there." FARM, FELD, AND FIRESIDE. General Farming Information. Probably the first swine brought to the United States came from Spain and were brougt by DeSoto in 1553 Nova Scotia and Newfoundland had them from England as early at 1553 Canada received them in 1608 from Prance. Here is the amount of seed required for two rows,—75 feet each: Turnips, 11-2 ounce onions, 4 ounces for sets onions, 1 ounce for large bulbs peas, 11-2 quart radish, 3 ounces squash, 1 1-2 ounce tomato, 1 1-2 ounce green corn, 2gills cucumbers,2 ounces lettuce, 1 ounce celery, 1 1-2 ounce cabbage, 1-2 ounce beets, 2 ounces asparagus, 4 ounces beans, pole, 2 gills beans, bush, 1 1-2 quart beans, ^Liima, 1 1- pint. Mr. William Richardson, of Lancas ter, has been successful in growing alfalfa for fodder. He has for sever al years cut his first crop on the 6th of June, and gets three good crops from the same ground each year. Cat tle are very fond of it. Horses do well on it. Hogs like it as well as they do clover. It is very nourishing. It will not winter kill. Its roots have been followed ten feet into the earth, and in the longest drouths it finds moisture and in the coldest winters it escapes the frost. In view of the probable high price of seed potatoes next spring, "The N. E. Farmer" advises culling the small ones very closely for planting a practice which proves very profit able in his personal experience. "A sound potato the size ot a shagbark or a pig walnut, if planted early in rich soil, will be pretty sure to bring a satisfactory crop. For very early potatoes we usually select small, whole seed, setting the potatoes with the sprout end up, in a warm, light room, a few weeks before planting, to start the 'terminal' buds. In this way, the seed being placed closely in pans or on shelves, the side buds or eyes do not start very much and the whole seed gives us no more vines than cut pieces of large potatoes." In selecting a place to plant a grape Vine remember that the plant needs a great amount of sunshine—sun hea,t. It cannot get it on the north side of a building, or wood lot, or high hill. Do not set a grapevine close by the sink drain, where it will be surfeited with moisture all the season, nor in cold, dry loam, in regions where the season is a little too short, but put it where its roots will be warm all summer. A dry knoll may be better than a mud hole, though good land is best for the grape as well as for other fruits, pro vided it is not too cold or too wet. Successful grape growing requires a good deal of pruning and thinning of the fruit.—New England Farmer. Senator Palmer of Michigan does not allow a cross word to be used up on his stock farm and he tells his men in working the horses that they should give them water to drink whenever they want a drink them selves. Palmer has his stock so train ed that the colts will come up and rub their noses against him when he comes into the' field, and he says that the average horse has con siderably more serse than the average man. He was led into keep ing Percheron horses by his admira tion of a picture of Rosa Bonheur's, who had taken these horses lor her models. was thus led into the study of tne Percheron horse and he says that this hocse is the best breed in the world for general purposes. Typhoid and Low Water. That typhoid fever should prevail after such a protracted late summer drouth as the country experienced this year is plainly in the cause and effect. Professor John Collett, who seems to have made a special study of the effects upon the soil waters of exposure of surface earth to alternate air and moisture, refers to drouths of 1850, 1852, 1856, and other years when virulent types of zymotic dis eases desolated the land. The water is vitiated not only by corresponding organic matter, but poisonous mm" erals which are rendered soluble by the exposure. The safeguard rec ommended by Professor Collett is the drinking of none but pure water. Clean rainwater is always safe, but if not obtainable other water can be rendeied generally safe by boiling it before use. These drinks are rather vapid to the taste, because in the case of rainwater there are no salts to give it zest, and in the case of boiled spring water the carbonic acid which gives such sprightliness of flavor is mostly driven out by the heat, espe cially if long continued. This is health ful in the water it is mildly cleansing to the mucous lining of the food pas sage. A cheap, convenient means of adding it, as seasoning, to pure rain water would promote the use of the best of beverages.—N. Y. Tribune. Two Examples for Boys. For benefit of boy readers I describe two farms and their owners familiar to me. The buildings of one are dil apidated, several window panes out and their places filled with old hats and rags fence down, stock only part ly housed, family unkempt, and tools scattered. I saw on the farm in De cember a nearly new spring tooth har row in the field where used last at wheat-seeding, a grubbing hoe hanging on the fence where left last spring, an auger all rusty on the woodpile out doors, and a hoghsok on the ground where it was. used a year ago. This farmer leaves all tools where used last. I did not believe this possible until a neighbor who borrows of him often told me he never asks where a tool is, but looks where he used it last, certain of finding it there unless stolen mean while, which is often the case. This farmer's land was given him he is in debt and complains of hard times and bad luck spends evenings at the gro cery discussing the tariff on wool and tobacco he has no shelter for hie sheep, but ample storage for "the weed." The dwellings and outbuildings of the other farmer are always neatly painted, fences in good order, each tool stored in its place, the stock all housed, he and his family tidily cloth ed, he is out of debt and has a good bank account, although he began with but little. He attributes his success to the persistent care of everything that comes into his possession. He says his father had a place for every thing and required his boys to keep everything in place, so they could put their hand on any tool or implement in the darkest night. Many times when a tool had been carelessly left out of place his father would in some way detect the culprit without asking questions, and then when night set in he would ask for that tool and send the guilty one to get it. Once this man was called out of bed in a stormy night and required to go half a mile into the woods to get an axe he had thoughtlessly left there. "Such con stant drilling," he says, "made a man of me."—Galen Wilson in N. Y. Trib une. For the Cook SYRUP FOR BUCKWHEAT CAKES.—Add two and one half pints of cold water to five pounds of common white sugar. Set this in a kettle at the back of the stove where the sugar will melt slow ly. When it is melted, bring the syrup forward and let it come to a boil. As soon as it boils, skim it and set it where it will cool. BAKED EGGS.—Grease a pie pan well with butter, break into it as many eggs as it will conveniently hold, and bake for a moment or twom a hot oven till the whites are fully set and the yolks done to taste then slip on to a dish and serve. The eggs may be baked single in small stoneware dish es, and served in them. TEA CAKE.—One even cup of white sugar, one-half cup butter, two e^gs. Beat these until they ar^ creamy, then add a good half cup of cold water and two cups of flour, two teaspoon fuls baking powder, one teaspoonful lemon beat thoroughly. Bake in a long tin, and cut while warm in squares. BOILED INDIAN PUDDING.—The ingre dients of this pudding are ten heaped tablespoonfuls of Indian meal, three pints of milk, a cup of molasses, two eggs, a tablespoonful of butter, and a teaspoonlui of salt. Scald the milk, pour it over the meal, add the butter and salt, and when cool the egg beaten and ginger if you wish. Fill the bag, which should be of stout cotton, buttered and floured, two-thirds full. Tie it tight and suspend it in boiling water from the centre of the cover of the pot. Let it boil eight or ten hours, the longer the better. DOUGHNUTS—One egg, one cup sugar, two teaspoonfuls melted lard, one half cup thick milk, same of sweet milk, three teaspoonfuls of cream of tartar, one and one-halt teaspooufuls of soda, mix soft. Use of Oatmeal. The Scotch use of oatmeal—the na tional dish with consequent health and rosy cheeks and beautiful corn children, impressed and upon returning ordered that the young people of the Royal household be given this diet once a day. Mrs. Dickie notes this fact and adds a con firmatory reminiscence 'and a recipe: "When I weaned my baby at four teen months old I fed him three times a day on oatmeal gruel with a little sugar in it. As he grew older I gave brown bread, vegeta bles and oatmeal mush. A more healthy child you never saw. My children have had oatmeal—es pecially in the fall and winter—for nearly five years. Sickness is not known in our family, and why? Simply because oatmeal, brown bread and vegetables took the place ot meat and hot rolls, especiahy those of the bakery. Myself and husband used to have dyspepsia very badly but since we have changed our diet—and don't worry—we have peifect health. Let me say here that if you will grind about three teacups of oatmeal in the coftee mill and stir it into about three quarts of boiling water, salted, I think you will like it better. If soak ed over night in cold water it is much improved and makes more than where it is cooked when you begin to prepare your meals. This can be done only in cool weather, as excess ive heat will cause it to sour." plexion of the Queen Victoria, to England she Guard the Tongue. Try to speak well of people, even when it is much easier to make some cutting remark that gives you a repu tation for wit and originality, al though the very ones who hear these can not help feeling uncomfortably suspicious that you will do the same favor for them. To paraphrase Shakespeare, when you take from a man his good name, you rob him of that which does not enrich you and makes him poor indeed. If you wish to be agreeable and. popular, appear interested in what people are saying learn to listen, not only with ears, but with the eyes and repeat nice little things you may have' heard the world deals out so many knocks that no one is hurt by little flatteries. One of the Signs of the Times. A spirit of unwholesome rivalry is engenered in children by the absurdly rich way iu which many parents over dress them. They sacrifice their own appearance in order to lavish money on the little ones, and the only result is to make the children proud, vain, and selfish, and, when old enough, disappointed with the position in life in which they find them selves. Not long ago I no ticed in a car a pietty little girl, clad. a coat of silk plush, trimmed with chinchilla. She had pretty new boots and silk stockings, one or two rings, and a gold necklet and chain. "A pretty child," I said to the conductor. "Yes, sir. She is mine. That's her mother," he answered, pointing to a common looking woman rather poor ly dressed in a dingy brown suit made of some cheap goods—The Epoch. Keep Young, Married Ladies. From the Philadelphia News. There is no reason why a married lady with grown-up children snould leave off any accessories of dress, such as lace, ribbon, fec. that are becom ing to her. Keep yourself young as long as possible, and if your husband likes to see you wear delicate, pretty colors in your home dresses and you look young in them select such colors. Maroon, garnet and ecru are colors suitable to any age, while pink, al though it is not a street color, is quite suitable for tea gowns and rib bons, especially as it is usually quite an assistance to a pale complexion. While a youthful mode of dress in it self will not make a middle-aged wom an look younger, a well-preserved woman can cheat time out of many years. Keeping Baby Quiet. From the Savannah News. A lady in Pensacola, temporarily deprived of the services of a nurse, ha3 adopted a novel mode or keeping ba by out of mischief and in content at the same time. Placing all of his playthings in a large washtub, she puts the little fellow in with them, and there he plays, unable to get out, and perfectly happy until he gets sleepy and hungry. Tne father calls the boy Diogenes. Tricks of Manner. Avoid them by all means. Many good and kind people, with many ex cellences of character, render them selves disagreeable, nay, odious to others, merely from lack of—shall it be said?—lack of delicacy, or want of observation. They pick their teeth, or, worse still, suck them, smack their lips at table, or make other disagree able noises when drinking or taking soup. If they help themselves to any dish on the table they bring it up be side their own plate, edges touching, and perhaps plunge the spoon into the heterogeneous mass in the plate, or clean it off with their own knives, a proceeding most exasperating to persons of fastidious natures. Others clean their ears, pare their nails, hawk and clear their throat, forgetting that in the privacy of their own rooms they should attend to all such matters ot personal cleanliness. Bn Search af Hidden Treasure. New York Sun: The treasure of which the party is in search is un doubtedly that supposed to be con tained in the wreck of the Phantom, which was sunk about twenty-five miles off Belize many years ago while under the famous buccaneer Morgan. Numerous unsuccessful attempts to recover the treasure have Deen made. Customs Inspector Van Bremer said that he knew of the plans of the party and had heard trom them frequently since they left. From communications he had received he was convinced that the party would return rich. He stated that one place at which the party had been was Kingston, Jamaica. Some time ago it was men tioned in the newspapers that certain bankers in this city had just received 8,000 Spanish doubloons, coins of a century or so ago, and of the value of $15.93 each. All the information that the firm would give as to the coins was that they had come from West Indies. The dates of the coins and the la^'ge number of them receiv ed indicate that they must have corns from an ancient hoard of some sort. If the Maria went from here direct to Belize got up part of the treasure and took it to Jamaica for shipment here, and is now on her way back for more, the party has enriched itself al ready to the amount of $127,000. To Harness Niagara Faffs, From the Buffalo Commercial. "Yes, the $1 00,000 purse to be pre sented to ths first successful inventor of some practical method of utilizing the water power of the Niagara river has all been subscribed, and I am glad of it, remarked Mr. James B. Stafford, president of the Business Men's association, to a Commercial reporter. "Do you think the invention will ever be completed successfully?" "Most certainly. See the 'letters I have received from California, New York, Chicago and a dozen other places this morning. Why, we have oyer a bashel of them altogether, soma of them from the best engi neers in the country, and some from cranks of every age and size, I should judge. The best engineers, however, say the power can be utilized, and, as we all know, greater inventions than that have happened during the past ten years. Now that the purse has all been subscribed I shall call a meet ing of the subscribers as soon as the 0 holiday rush of busin ess is over, probably the middle of January, to organize a permanent association and determine the specific terni3 and conditions on which the offer of said prize reward shall be published to the world, and to determine the manner? and time of payment of the subscrip-i tions. Each subsciiber of $50 wil'.f be entitled to one vote at this meet-' ing. We have met with considerable, discouragement in trying to booml this ne enterprise, which, I believt will ultimately be the making of falo as cne of the leading cities ofJ y/j\ world but now we are favored THIHI fair winds and good sailing." -Y mmtSkt 4