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HALBERT AND HOB.
Here is a thine that happened. Like wild beasts whelped, for den, In a wild part of North England, there lived once two wild men Inhabiting one homestead, neither a hovel nor hut, Time out of mind their birthright father and son, thesebut Such a son, such a father! Most wildest by degrees Softens away yet, last of their line, the wild est and worst were these. Criminals,then?Why,no: they did not mur and rob But give them a word, they return a blow old Halbert as young Hob: Harsh andfierceof word, rough and savage of deed. Hated or feared the morewho knowsthe genuine wild-beast breed. Thus were they found by the few sparse folk of the country-side But how fared each with other? E'en beast conch, hide by hide, In growling grudged agreement: so father and son lay abed The closelier up in their den because the last of their kind in the world. Still, beast irks beast on occasion. One Christ mas night of snow, Came lather and son to wordssuch words! more cruel because the blow To crown each word was wanting, while taunt matched gibe, and curse Competed with oath in wager, like pastime in hell nay, worse: For pastime turned to earnest, as up there sprang at last The son at the throat of the father, soized him and held him fast. Out of the house you go!"(there follow a hideous oath) This oven where now we bake, too Lot to hold us both! If there's snow outside, there's coolness: out with you, bide a spell In the drift, and save the sexton the charge of a parish shell Now, the okl trunk was tough, was s&hd as stump of oak Untouched at the core by a thousand years: much less had its seventy broke One whipcord nerve in the muscly mass from neck to shoulder blade Of the mountainous man, whereon his child's rash hand like a feather weighed. Nevertheless .\t once did the mammoth shut his eyes, Drop chin to breast, drop hands to sides, stand stiffenedarms and thighs All of a piecestruckmute, much as a sentry stands, Patient to take the enemy'sfire:his captain so commands, "Whereat the son's wrathflewto fury at such sheer scorn Ofhis puny strength by the giant elb thus act ing the babe new-born. And "Neither will this turn serve!" yelled he, Out with you! Trundle, log! If you cannot tramp a trudge like a man, try all fours like a dog!" Still the okl niau stood mute. So, logwise down to the floor Pulled from his fi-e-side place, dragged on from heai th to door "Was he pushed, a very log, a staircas along until A certain turn the steps was reached, a yard from the house door-sill. Then the father ouened his eyeseach spark of their rage extinct Temples, late black, dead-blanchedright hand wi.n left vd linked He faced his son submissive when slow the aocents came, They were stran cly mild, though his son's rash hand on his neck lay all the same, "Halbert, on euch a night of a Christmas long ago. For such a cause, with such a gesture, did I dragso My father dawn thus far but, softening here I heard A voice in my heart, and stopped you wait for an outer word. "J*or your own sake, not mine, soften you too! untrod Leave this last step v. reach, nor brave the finger of God? I dare not pass its lifting I did well, I nor blame Nor praise you. I stop here Halbert, do you the same!" Straightway the son relaxed his hold of the father's throat They mounted, Bide by side, to the room again no note Took either of each, no sign made each to either last As first, in abso ute silence, their Ckritmas night they passed. At dawn, the father sat on, dead, in the self same place, With an outburst blackening still the old bad fighting face Hut tjie son crouched all a-tremble like any lamb new-weaned. When he went to the burial, some one's staff he borrowedtottered and leaned. But his lips were loose, not lockedkept mut tering, mumbling. "There! At his curbing and swearing!" the youngsters cried.butthe elders thought, "In prayer." A boy threw 6tones he picked them up nnd stored them in his vest. So tottered, muttered, mumbled he, till lie died, perhaps found rest "Is there a reason in nature for those hard hearts?"' O Lear, That a reason out ol nature must turn them soft, seems clear' Robert Browning How Pottridge Spoiled His Luck. Mr. Thomas Pottridge, of Smallbor ough, had been renowned for his con stant run of luck, so that at the age of forty he was reckoned the "warmest" man therean alderman who had been twice mayor of his city, a church-warden and a very popular character among the fair sex by reason of his being a bach elor. One or two things more only were wanted to complete his nappinessname ly, a good wife, a nice little estate in the country, and the honor of knighthood. Mr. Pottridge wished to become Sir Thomas Pottridge. Having long cher ished this idea, and resolved, indeed, that he would not propose for the hand of pretty Miss Lucy Dott, the banker's daughter, until he could make her a lady ship, Mr. Pottridge ended by thinking that he could best se cure his, object by causing him self to be re-elected mayor, and arran ing if possible that H. R. H. the Prince of Wales should pay a visit to Small borough during the term of his office. Intent upon this scheme, Mr. Pottridge came up to town to call upon Lord Bea consfield. Lord Beaconsfield hearkened kindly to the grocer's prayer. Small borough was about to inaugurate some public baths, the fust ertabhshment of the kind ever seen in the town, and noth ing could be more suitable than that the heir to the Throne should preside over the ceremonial. "Truly," said the Pre mier politely, when he had heard the Alderman speak, "the cleanliness ol the people must always be a matter of inter -esting concern to those who are brought into relations with them. I shall be happy to take her majesty's commands on theahem 1public-spirited proposal which you have laid before mc." "If you can manage it my lord, I should be glad if the visit could take place sometime after the 9th of Novem ber next, for I shall be mayor then and able to see that the reception given is a proper one." "Ah, quite sol" answered Lord Bea-* constield, dropping his eyeglass, for he had studied Mr. Pottridge through, and knew the man by heart. Leaving Whitehall, Mr. Pottridge sauntered towards Regent street, and as he walked along life seemed rosy to him because of Miss Dott. He began to stare into the shop windows, admiring pretty things which he was tempted to buy for his loye. He was turning over this fancy and fumbling wistfully at the pocket where his check-book lay when suddenly he beheld through the window a curious sight. An elegantly dressed lady was seated at the counter examining pieces of Brussels lace. The shopman averted his head for an instant and she deftly whipp ed up a yard of the costly texture and transferred it to her pocket. The shop man spretd a number of square flat box es containing cambric handkerchiefs and once more turned away. Again the lady's deft hand went to work and a couple of handkerchiefs found their way under her cloak. "Now that woman must have capa cious pockets," soliloquized the aston ished Mr. Pottridge. "She's a cunning thief, anyhow, and I'll step in and warn the firm." He hesitated a moment, and whilst he hovered about the doorway, the lady came out escorted by an obsequious com missionaire with medals on his breast. A footman, one of a row basking on a bench like oysters, rose and signalled to th coachm 0 a brougham,awhf athandsomely once droveappointed forward Evidently this lady was not an ordinary thief. She was a tall, dark person about thirty, superbly dressed and very hand some. Perceiving Mr. Pottridge and see ing his glance fixed on her as she waited lor her carriage, she eyed him with aris tocratic supercilliousness and thereby settled her fate, for Smallborough's alder man, who could not brook the disdain of a shoplifter, hurried into the mercer's and explained what had happened, speak ing in so excited a voio? that a number of customeis heard him. Great commotion was caused by his announcement, and the shopman who had served her was quickly fired by the idea that he had let himself be outwitted. Darting out of the shop he accosted the thief as she was stepping into her carriage and said: "Will you come back if you please? Tlere is some mistake."' What mistake?1 asked she, turning round with a flash in her eyes. But she grew ashly pule. "Come back, please,"' repeated the shop mac, a pushing young man, whose voice broke from emotion. A small crowd had already collected and the lady was obliged to retrace her steps but as she was about to enter the shop she slipped her hand into her pock et and let a piece of lace fall on the pave mont. "No, ma'am, that wont do," cried Mr. Pottrklge, seizing the thief's wrist. "You're going to pretend those things fell by accident into the folds of your dress We know that trick. And officious ly acting as searcher he plunged his hand into the poeket despite the lady's strug gles and threw out a second piece of lace, three cambric handkerchiefs, two pairs of new gloves, one pair of silk stockings and a lady's silk cravat. "Well, I never 1" exclaimed the pushing shopman, and there was a murmur among the bystand ers, including the lady's own footman, who looked like a powdered figure ol consternation. "How dare you!"' screamed the lady, purple with rage and mortification as she glared at Mr. Pottridge "I'll prosecute you for assault. I told the shopman here that I meant to buy these things. Let the bill be sent to my address I'm Mrs. Pounceforth- Keane." "Ah, I dessay," responded the shopman, "but I'm just going to give you into cus tody and running to the door, he beck oned to a blue-coated member of the force. One of the partners of the firm, a grave, civil-spoken man, who had been sum moned from his study, now came forward and he was at first disposed to rebuke the haste of his shopman, but it was too late. The policeman had already entered, and all the shopmen and shop-giils, the customers and the desultory people all crowding around the door, were instant inchorussing that the thief should be made an example of. Mrs. Pounccforth Keane, seeing public opinion so dead against her, uttered a howl, and iell swooning to the floor. "Never mind that, we'll soon rouse her," said the policeman facetiously, for he did not yet know that he had to deal with a lady who kept a brougham. "The magistrate is now sitting at Marlborough street we'll just go there at onco and have her charged.' This argument was acceded to, and in a few minutes the lady and the police man (who had got abashed by this time from finding himself seated on the silk cushions of a carriage) were riding to the police court in Mrs. Pounceforth-Keane's own vehicle, while Mr. Pottridge, the shopman, and the mercer followed on foot to give evidence. -f t= it One would think that in a case where the offense was flagrant and the testi mony so clear, the magistrate might have sentenced the defendant straignt off to six months' imprisonment, ami, indeed, had the thief been a person of the lower oider, it would probably have been her fate to be convicted summarily. But it turned out that P'junoelorth-Keane was the real name of the elegant shoplifter, whose husband was a person moving, as reporters say, "in the best ranks of so ciety." Mr. Pounceforth-Keane was sent for, and arrived breathless in a han som from one of the best clubs in Pall Mall. At the sight of him his wife, who had been locked up for an hour in a police cell, wept profusely, and Mr. P. K. was himself, much agitated He asked for a remand, and tendered bail, saying he should produce medical evidence to the effect that his wife had lately suffered severely in health. Th magistratea timid man, who had grown' up daughters to inarry$ and was terribly afraid of societystammered something like an apology, and readily acceded to the application for bail So very soon, Mrs. Pounceforth-Ecano tottered out of court weeping like a victim, on her hus band's arm and Mr. Pottridge walked away with the shopman and civil-spoken mercer. All three were crestfallen, as if they had committed a blunder. "This will be a very bad affair to me," grum bled the mercer. "I would have lost a hundred yards of lace sooner than appear in court against a lady like this." "Well, but she is a thief, cried Mr. Pottridge, rising himself and speaking with spirit. "What harm can she or her friends do you?' "Are you quite sure you saw her steal tho things?" asked the merco gloomily. "Besides, supposing she did put them in her pocket, she says that she told i my shopman to send her the bill." "I'm hanged if she did," ejaculated the shopman indignantly. "Silence, sir," answered the mercer with a stern frown. "If tins be really a case of theft you are self-condemmed, for you ought to have kept your eyes about you. For some time past I have noticed that you have been very negligent in business." The shopman collapsed as for Mr. Pottridge he trudged back to his hotel, feeling half inclined to go and ask Lord Beaconsfield what he ought to do. The case had been adjourned tor a week, so he traveled back to Smallborough in the evening, and by the time ho reached his native town he had worked himself up into a state of contempt for the mercer and tho metropolitan stipendary, who seemed to draw a distinction between well-dresBed and ill-dressed plunderers. Meeting Mr. Bungs, the brewer, Sto nea the railway station, he gave him an account of what bad happened, and was barkened to with sympathy until he mentioned the name of Pounceforth-Keane then Mr. Bungs pursed up his lips. st Why bless me, that's the cousin of Lord Keyn sole brother-in-law of our Lord lieuten- ant!" "What difference does that make?" stammered Mr. Pottridge, like a man who feels sure of his ground. "Oh, nothing, except that I don't see why a lady of that sort should commit robberies," responded Mr. Bungs. Further down the. street, Mr. Pottridge who was rubbing his pate in rather vio lent perplexity, encountered Mr. Dott, the banker, whose daughter Lucy he loved. "Pounceforth-Keane I" exclaimed Mr. Dott, as soon as he had heard the grocer's story. "Why, Lord Keynsoie, his cousin, banks with us." "Well, but come. Dote," retorted Mr. Pottridge impatiently, "is that a reason why Mrs. Pounceforth-Keane shouldn't be a dishonest jade?" "No, but I think the whole thing im probable," answered the banker, "and I confess 1 should be sorry if anything un pleasant happened to Lord Keynsoie's family." Mr. Pottridge was not in a very good humor when he went to bed that night. A magistrate himself, he knew what shifts are often made to withdraw well connected offenders from justice, and so far as he was concerned he would have cared little had an appeal been made to him, ad misericordiuw, to acknowledge that he had, perhaps been mistaken in fancying that he saw Mrs. P-K. pocket some lace and handkerchiefs. But Mr. Pottridge could not bear to be pooh phocd at or threatened with unp'easant consequences if he did his duty. He was an alderman, a grocer with a blameless conscience, and he feared no man. Feel ing that his character for veracity and common sense were at stake he resolved to give his evidence against the wife of Lord Keynsole's cousin with no more hesi tation than if he were the commonest jail bird. From that date, however, things be gan to go wrong somehow with Mr. Pot tridge. It seemed as though his long luck had forsaken him. On the morrow of his adventure in London, Mr. Chuck leworth, who was Lord Keynsole's legal adviser, passed him in the street with out nodding, and later in the day Mrs. C. sent a stiff note begging that Mr. Pottridge would send in his bill, and in timating that she would henceforth purchase her groceries at another house. Now the Chuckleworths had always been excellent customers of Mr. Pottridge. This was bad enough, but worse was to follow. Next day some inspectors of weights and measures arrived at the alderman's shop and iound a piece of lard sticking under the scales. They declared they should make a report of the fact. Scarcely had they gone, leav ing the grocer speechless with confusion, then two well-dressed strangers entered and bought some tea, brown sugar, cocoa, pepper and a pot of mustard, after which they stated that they were public analysts, who were going to ex amine the quality of these goods. They examined them, in truth, so fast, that two days later Mr. Pottridge received a sum mons to answer a charge of putting birch twigs in his tea, sand in his sugar, tur meric in his mustard, clay in his coaoa, etc. Mr. Pottridge shrugged his should ers, at first taking it for granted that the charges would be dismissed by his broth er magistrates, Messers Dolt. Bungs and company, but before the case came on for hearing, it fortuitously transpired that Mr. Pottridge had been up to London interviewing Lord Beaconsfield for the purpose we know, and this made the oth er alderman furious. Mr. Bungs, the brewer, was particularly angry, and de-^ elared that Mr Pottridge was a traitom insomuch as tho poor grocer, instead of having a friendly bench to judge him, found a very stern one. "I am sorry for you, Mr. Pottridge," said Mr. Dott, who sat as chairman, "but men in your position should set an ex ample. You are fined 20 on each count with cost. Total 120." Ill-starred Pottridge! Ho left the court politically and socially done for, for he could no longer hope to be re elected mayor nor to marry Miss Dott. He should have, moreover, to resign his aldermanship, and his personal charac ter, as well as that of his tea, sugar and mustard, was ruined. So ruined was Mr. Pottridge that when ho went to London to give evidenco against Mrs. Pounceferth-Keane, tho first ucstion asked him by the counsel lor defensea blustering old Bailey bar risterwas, "I believe you have just boon convicted of selling adulterated goods and at false weight?" "Let mo oxplain," stammered poor Porridge. "No explanation, sir. Give mo a plain answer, yes or no 1" "Yes. thon." "Well, then, if you are liablo to make mistakes abut your weights, you may err in other things. "Perhaps," replied the grocer, desper- ately. "I may have been mistaken in thinking this lady was a thief. I have had enough bother about the business." "You ought to be ashamed of your flip Earshly, ont conduct, sir," cried the counsel and the wretched grocer hob bled out of the witness-box, feeling very mean indeed. After this confession of possible error on the part of the chief witness, tlie case against Mrs. Pounce forth-Keane was, of course, dismissed, and Mr. Pottridge slunk out of tho court with a magisterial reprimand ringing in his ears. To conclude this little story one has only to add that when II. R. H. the Prince of Wales graciously went to open the baths at Smallborough it was Mr. Bungs who was mayor, and eventual ly got knighted, while Mr. Pottridge was not even invited to the dinner at the town hall, whereof he paid his share like the other rate-payers He is no longer regarded as a lucky man. LIFE'S WEST WINDOWS. We stand at life's weft windows, And think of the days that arc gone Remembering the coming Bunset, We, too, must remember the morn But the sun will set, the day will close, And an end will come to all our woes. As we watch from the western casements Reviewing our happy youth, We mourn ior its vanished promise Of honor, ambition and truth But hopes will fail and pride decay, When we think how soon we must away We stand at life's west windows, And turn not sadly away, To watch on our children's faces The noon-tide of sparkling day But our sun must set, our lips grow dumb, And to look from our windows our children come Still looking from life's west windows And we know we would not again Look forth from the eastern lattice, And live over all life's pain Though life's sunlightbe brilliant, its sunset is sweet, Since it brings longed-for rest to our weary feet. Household. A STRANGE RESCUE. In the latter part of November, 1876, thTee miners, named McCoy, McCarty and McDona.d (an odd mixture ofjtfacs), left the small mining town of White Oaks, Navada, and started on a prospecting tour among the mountains. It W9S not the most favorable season of the year, tor it was late enough to expect heavy fails of snow but the miners were somewhat excited over an account brought them by a friendly Indian, of silver in dications in the mountains. In fact, he prov. the genuineness of his representa tions by showing some of the genuine metal itself. Jim, as tie red skin was called, was known to be sober and trust worthy and, as he offered to guide his friends to the spot, toe offer was gladly accepted. They started with a single bewio or donkey, that was laden down ith min ing tools, powder and provisions until little more than the long ears were visi ble. The men were accustomed to walk ing, and they went afoot On the third day, when they were close upon their destination, a singular acci dent befell Jim, the guide. Ho raised his rifle to shoot a deer, when, just as he pulled the trigger, the foot of the Indian slipped, and he rolled down a precipice fully fifty feet high. By the time his friends could reach him and lift him up, he was dead. This sad occurrence threw a gloom over the miners, and McCoy, with the not natural superstition of the people, regard ed it as an ill omen, and advocated a re turn as soon as they could bury the re mains of their late comarade. McCoy, however was overruled by the others, who thought ,it would be throwing away an opportunity which might never present itself again, as other miners would be apt to discover and claim the lead. McCoy called their attention to the alarm ing appearances of the weather. It had been chilly and raw from the hour they started the sky was overcast, and there was every promise of a coming storm. But the other two Macs were deter mined to push ahead, and the objector consented to keep their company. That night they camped at what they called Devil's Canonsuch sulphurous names being in high favor in the mining countries McCarty insisted that the broken ac count given by the Indiun, Jim, located the silver lead in a canon, and they con cluded that this must be the one. They sat a long time around their camp-fire speculating upon tne riches which they expected to gather during the next few days, and building air-castles with all the enjoyment of a lot of schoolboys when they attempt to pierce the great future. At an early hour the miners were astir, struck into tho canon, all looking about them for the expected indications. "By the horned spoon!" suddenly call ed out McDonald, ''we've struck it!" The three ran forward to a rocky ledge, where they discovered what all had agreed was evidence of chloride ore, and they instantly began their preparations for blasting away the ledge, so as to get at the valuable stuff. It will be borne in mind that this work was being done in the canon, with the rocky walls separated by less than fifty feet,"and rising perpendicularly to more than four times that height. The rock was dark and igneous, and on the side where the miners were working, a short distance below the supposed silver ledge, the cliff projected onward some distance over the path. This natural roof offered tne most in viting spot for a camp. The miners lean ed poles against it, and walled it in with bush and dry gross, thus forming a sort of cabin, which was extremely useful in Ecsitation roviding against cold. There was no about kindling a fire, since all the Indians they were likely to encoun ter wore ol a friendly disposition towards tho whites. Tho men toiled away all day with mod erate success. Silver certainly existed there but it remained to be seen wheth er or not it was in paying quantities. They were still quite hopeful when they ceased their labors and went into camp. When night closed in, tho snow was falling, and it looked very much as if it would continue a long time. Wrapping their blankets about them, they turned their feet to the fire and sank to sleep not one of the three opened his eyes until morning." They then discovered that the snow lay to a depth of six inches, and it was still coming down. The wind was blowing, and the dry flakes were hurled about La such eddies that the miners could not see a dozen .yards from their cabin. The wind moaned through their primative hut, as if to let them know that winter had come upon them in a night, and it had fairly caught them. McCoy once more urged a retreat, but, in the hope that the storm would abate, it was decided to defer their departure for awhile. There was danger of becom ing lost, when they could not see where they were going, arid it looked simply prudent to wait. Hdwever, it proved a great mistake. The snow-storm was one of the severest ever known in that section. For six days succeeding there never was a minute of cessation. Sometimes, of course, the fall was more than at other times but the flakes were drifting downward all the while, and when the crystal clouds finally exhausted themselves, the snow lay fully eight feet deep in the canon, while mountainous masses curled into all sorts of shapes and hung over the cliffs. The sight was sub lime, but enough to appall the stoutest heart It was a fortunate thing they brought so much provisions with mem, else they would have fared ill, for it was out of the question to proceed a hundred feet in any direction from the canon. By hard labor, too, they dragged in enough broken limbs and tree-trunks to keep the flame going. The cold was notspecially severe, and they were well provided with blank ets, but the fire was needed for cooking and its warmth was pleasant at all times. On the third day it became apparent there was no savingthe mule, and he was shot, dressed and placed away in the snow against all contingencies. It's a good deal better to eat mule-meat than to starve to death. With the abatement of the storm, the sun came out and shone with great strength. This started a thaw, ^hich continued a couple of days, though it was not to be expected that it wonld last un til the snow dissappeared. It would re quire weeks of such weather, and that was improbable at this time of the year, for November had grown into winter. During all these long, dismal days of the storm, the miners remained within the hut, smoking, sleeping, eating and passing the time as best they could but with the appearance of the sun they dug their way out, and climbing up the ledge, where they had been working, cleared away the snow and resumed labor. They kept up good hearts, for the men were old miners, whose experience was mainly a history of bad luck, and they tried to cheer themselves with the beliei that their good fortune had come at last. But such was not the case. There was chloride ore beyond question, but it didn "pan out" well* The three men were pegging away as hard as ever to* ard the close of the day, when, as the twilight gathered in the canon, a low, rumbling sound caused them to stop and look at each other with blanched faces, wondering what it could mean. It sounded like the muttering of an earthquake, and the miners would have set it down for that, but for the fact that there was no perceptible tremor in the ground. The terrible grumble grew louder and louder, until, looking up, they saw an enormous mass of snow sliding down from the cliffs far above their heads. "Go tor camp, boys I" yelled McDonald, leaping from the ledge, and scrambling desperately through the snow, his com panions but a few seconds behind him They were only a rod or two from shel ter, but the snow was upon them before they reached it. But the avalanche as it may be called, did not fall at once it be gan like a torrent, rushing through a bank, growing more massive, alarming and stupenduous each second. Thus it was the miners succeeded in plunging into the cabin, head first, just in time. The frightened men had barely oppor tunity to crawl into their prison, when down came the mam body of the avalanche composed of snow, ice, trees, earth, and boulders, burying the party under a depth of forty feet. The projecting rock and strong poles saved the party from being crushed to death. Some of the supports gave way unuer the enormous pressure, but a con siderable space was left in which the poor fellows could move about It was dark as midnight, and as the miners found they were all there unharm ed, they concluded they would be smoth ered to death, for it seemed that it would take but a short time to use up all the air at their command. But this fear fortunately was unfound ed. There were crevices all along the sides which admitted all the atmosphere they needed and, encouraged by the cer tainty that imminent death was not im pending, tliey began to dig out their pro visions. The regular supply was about exi austed, and they were immensely re lieved when they brought out the carcass of the mule. Tho broken poles and supports fur nished all the fuel they needed tor cook ing, which was the only necessity for fire. There is warmth in snow, and it is well known that animals have lived for weeks securely protected from the wintry blasts sweeping over the wastes above. What ever the imprisoned miners suffered from, it was sure not to be from cold. The next natural proceeding was to at tempt to dig their way out. With the long poles at their command they delved in different directions, but it was impos sible to make any satisfactory progress. They dreaded, in case they worked any distance from the shelter of the rock, the disturbance thus created would bring down the thousands of tons above their heads, and destroy them instantly and ut terly as the Alpine avalanche overwhelms the traveler. They could barely distinguish the fad ing out of the faint light at the crevices, by which they knew when night had come. They toiled cautiously, and once, when McCoy had ventured .a little too far, a second edition of the fearful rumbling sound warned tnem of what was coming, and his companions, catching his feet, were barely able to draw him back b\ time to save his life. That ended all efforts to digthenwelves out, and they came to the conclusion that nothing was left but to wait for death to release them from their snowy prison. They had food at their service, and the snow furnished all the water needed, so that the prospect was of a confinement, of weeks before the final scene.' Nearly three days passed, when Mc Carty suddenly started up and exclaimed "8h! don't you hear it?" His companions listened, but detected nothing. "Some one is digging down to us.'' All listened intently, for at such a time the slightest noise is of the greatest im portance, meaning more probably life or death to all concerned. In a few minutes they caught a peculiar sound, which they knew was made by delving in the snow. "They must be Indians!" was the excla mation of McCoy. "Most likely but how would they know we are here?" A very appropriate question indeed for the descent of the avalanche had ob literated most effectually every trace of the miners from the world outside. The general belief was that the parties ap proaching must be savages, and the whites shouted with might and main. Instantly the digging ceased, but there was no response, and, in a brief time, the noise showed that the delving was resumed. For a full hour this continued and then a dim, increasing light indica ted the point where the strangers were laboring through the vast mass of snow. The miners called out again, but stiil there was no reply. "That proves one thing," said McCarty, in a scared voice. "What's that?*' "They are not men, but wild animal "What of it?'' "Most probably they are wolves, whose hunger will make them as brave as tigers. Have your guns ready, for it will be an ugly fight." The miner was correct in his theory, for they were wolves that were clawing their way through the snow, eager to et at the dainty meal awaiting them, and whose location they must have learned from the odor of the cooking meat borne to them through the frosty air. McDonald ran to where the fire was smouldering, and caught up a brand, which he circled rapidly around his head until it was fanned into a blaze. Just then a flood of light broke into the cavern, and the snout of a gigantic wolf was thrust through the opening. Before the brute could take in the whole scene the torch was jammed into his eyes, and with a yelping snarl he leaped back among his companions. Still holding" the fire before him, the miner crawled through the tunnel, close ly followed by his friends, with their guns ready for immediate use. Arriving upon the outside, they were gratified to discover that the wolves num bered only half-a-dozen, two of which were instantly shot dead, and a tMrd wounded. The rifles were loaded without delay but the brutes, thoroughly frightened slunk off, and when the miners had toiled some distance, they looked back and saw the survivors feasting upon the two that had been killed. Such a meal was doubtless all They wished for awhile, at least, and they showed no dispositiontetrouble the men, who, finding themselves so suddenly and happily released from their prison, bent all their energies toward reaching their homes. A long distance remained to be traversed and they had a most laborious task be fore them but they pressed forward, and finally arrived at White Oaks, and con eluded to adjourn all further prospecting in the mountain? until the coming of more favorable weather. Couldn't Game Him. There was a strapping big young fel low from the interior at the foot of Wood ward avenue, yesterday, to see the ship ping. Several bootblacks had tackled him for a job in vain, and they finally got together behind some bunches of shingles, and went into committee of the whole to concoct a scheme for revenge. As a result, an innocent-looking shiner sidled up to the stranger and sari: "See here, Johnnie, IVe made a be with the boys." "Wall, I don't keer," was the cold hearted answer. "I've made a bet that I kin shine one o' them shoes o' your'n in less'n four minits," continued the boy. "The bet is a quarter, and 1 know you'll gin me a chance to win it. Jist stick out your foot here, and the job won't cost ve a cent"' The stranger slowly consented, and held his watch to time tho work. The lad worked fast, and he had a good pol ish on the shoe in about three minutes. When through, he rose up, packed away his brushes, and the stranger found him self in just the fix the boys had planned. They expected an offer to complete the job, but it did not come. After a mo ment devoted to thought, the young man descended the steps to the harbor-mas ter's boat, reached out his leg for the wa ter, and ''touse" went the shiny shoe be low the surface. 4*I reckon," said the stranger, as ne pulled in his leg and let half a gallon of water run out of his shoe, %&- UI reckon you boys think you're smart but none of our family ever mistook saleratus for salsody, and I didn't come to town to have my hair cut with a buzz-saw. Anecdote of Thackery. A writer in Frazer Magazine tells a good anecdote of Thackeray, who was al ways at one time a welcome guest at the house of Lady Ashburton, who was some what free with her tongue and opinion oi others. Something that the saucy hostess said offended her guest, and he not only de clined her invitations, but spoke of her with discourtesy. Some months after, when his angry feelings had died out, he received from Lady Ashburton a card of invitation to dinner. He returned it with a pen-and-ink drawing on the back, representing himself kneeling at her feet with his hair all aflame from the hot coals she was vigorously pouring on his head out of an ornamental brazier. The hu morous expression of contrition was fol lowed by a complete reconciliation. The satirist and the lady continued a warm friendship. Gooseberry Jelly.Pick the fruit be fore quite ripe put into a dish aud place ma kettle of hot water cover closely and boil until the fruit is tender. Strain. the same as, currant, jelly and to each pint of juice allow- a pound of sugar boil twenty minutes turn into jelly cups and set in the sun for several days or until atjff. Protect from insects and dew.