"i sufficiently realize that," she re
plied, "when I look at my mirror and
then at the little daguerreotype I sent
to grandpere from New Orleans when
I first went to the convent. Sometimes
I fear I shall be an old woman while
my companions are still young girls.
Laure Luneau is two years older than
I, but she looks two years younger."
"Is she one of your companions?"
"We have known each other all our
lives," answered Estelle, "and the men
tion of her name reminds me, Mr. Oak-
"I beg you will not," Oakfell inter
"But," she persisted, "I feel bound"
"So do I," said Oakfell. smiling, "for
there are other matters we can discuss
with more likelihood of agreement
for instance, the message you sent to
me by Quillebert's jockey, Leon."
"Oh, Mr. Oakfell," she exclaimed,
"was ever such a cruel, wicked wrong?
But you will protect poor Leon and de
liver him from that ferocious man, will
"Your command moved my mind to
that resolution," he said.
"And you will succeed," she declared,
with warmth. "Father Grhe's account
of your speech in the legislature
against that disgraceful law forbidding
emancipation of slaves told me you
were brave and wise, and your cham
pionship of me In the election of god
mother for the bell told me you were
generous, and therefore I sent Leon to
you. Was I too bold, and did I do
wrong? I had no time to advise with
"No, mademoiselle. My misgiving
is as to my own ability. But what
strength I have shall be exerted to the
fullest, and should success meet my ef
forts the gratitude of Leon and Odette
will be due to you."
"And mine to you, Mr. Oakfell. So
you will receive it all, as you well de
"Your grandfather is well, I trust.
Is he at home?" Oakfell inquired.
"He is quite well, but I regret is not
at home. He rode away an hour ago,
I fear, to Quillebert's," Estelle replied,
an expression of pain coming to her
face. "I do wish dear grandfather
was not so much with that bad man,
whose evil influence over his kind,
yielding nature I so much dread."
"M. Latiola's' virtues are too con
firmed to bo weakened by contact with
so coarse a character. Nevertheless,"
Oakfell added, "this intimacy between
them compels me to suggest, ma
demoiselle, that nothing be said to
your grandfather of Leon's visit to me
or of my intentions in his behalf. I
pray you will not feel offense at the
"Not in the least," she answered him.
"It is well founded and just and shall
be respected. When will you begin?"
"I cannot say," he replied. "The work
of preparation may occupy me until
"I will earnestly pray God and the
Virgin to aid and to bless you and to
enable me, though but an ignorant and
feeble girl, to be of some use in so just
a cause," said Estelle.
"Your good will shall be my sufficient
stay," said Oakfell, offering his hand in
adieu, and the touch produced a deli
cious shock that sent the blood bound
ing through his veins in a manner new
to his experience.
As he rode away with a knightly
bow Estelle turned to her maid, who
had loitered unseen within hearing dis
tance of the conversation, and said:
"I am so glad that I sent Leon to him.
I am so happy that he came to see me.
Now I am sure I did not dp wrong and
that he will never yield to injustice.
What a handsome, good face he' has.
"Oh, mamselle. be is among men
what you are among women, the first
of the^good!" answered Odette. "He is
the only one fit for you, and you are the
only one fit for him."
"What are you thinking of, silly
thing? Mr. Oakfell is not a Catholic,
and I am," said Estelle, faintly pout
the best man in the parish
heard Father Grhe say that."
Copyright, 1901, by T. H. Thorpe.
maid replied, "but for all thatC, hee*cits protector, he is not fit to associate with
Till* hOCT mnn lr\ 4-1-tst -krtJ~ln- i_ a
n?lf opinions and whatever he says I be-
on Bayou Bceuf, not the shy and stu
pid little creole of Bayou Rouge," Es
telle said plaintively.
"Ah, my sweet mistressS if you had
you^ gave him your nana for goodby
you woulid no talk sohonil AndTewhrr,rrlVvis if look?
for beauty, which one of the American
ladies can compare with Mamselle La
tiolais? Beauty is not everything to
such as M. Oakfell, nor boldness, nor
money. Something better than all these
he will wantthe good, true heart, and
no American lady has a heart of pearl
like mis+roac rr.^ i
warmlny and loyally, and Estelle ran
into the house to conceal the blushes
of happiness these words brought to
At sunset the grandfather returned.
into a chair on the veranda, he closed
T. H. THORPE
his eyes as if to shut out an unwelcome
visitor to his memory and thus sat si
lent and brooding when Estelle ap
proached and lightly kissed his brow.
"Are you sick, my dear grandfather?"
"In spirit, yes, otherwise no. my dear
little girl." he replied.
"Then what is it that has given de
pendency to my good old child
"Ah, little Estelle, you are the child
too tender and sensitive to hear the
shocking thing that has saddened my
soul this evening."
"No," she protested "you misjudge
me. I am strong enough to share with
you all your griefs and must do so or
fail in my duty. Then tell me what dis
tresses you. Did you not go to M.
Quillebert's, and was it not there this
thinq has happened? Tell your Estelle."
"Yes. my angel, I will tell you, for I
must speak to some one. I rode over to
Constant's to spend an hour with him.
As I passed his stables I heard the
strokes of the whip falling heavily
upon flesh and a low moan following
each blow. I hastened on to the house
and had alighted at the gate when
Constant came out of the stables, ox
whip in hand, breathless and almost
speechless. The savage fury of his face
frightened me. He sent a negro boy on
one of his fastest horses to bring Dr. De
Roux. When he had rested somewhat
and restored himself with brandy, he
told me hi* jockey, Leon, went away
"You heard what my grandfather told
last night, leaving the horses unfed, and
did not return to the plantation until
midnight, when he was brought by the
constable, who had caught him com
ing out of the swamp, and stubbornly
refused to say where he had gone. He
caused the unfortunate fellow to be tied
by the wrists to a feed rack from last
night until this evening without food
or water and threatened the whip if he
did not tell where he had been, but
promising release for confession. Leon
obstinately closed his mouth and would
"Constant went into the stable this
evening and made his final demand
for confession, but with no effect. He
then bared the negro's back and gave
him the lash until he fell forward and
hung from the rack limp and uncon
scious. At this he became alarmed,
believing that he had killed him. and,
cutting him from the rack, dispatched
for the doctor. I remained there un
til De Roux came and reported that
he had revived Leon, but could give
no assurance that he would not die
from the effect of the punishment.
Constant drank more brandy, raved
like a madman, swore he could never
get another jockey to equal Leon and
promised the doctor $500 to cure him.
All this made me feel utterly misera
ble, and I came away."
"And if you will never go back there,
dear grandfather," Estelle exclaimed,
"both you and I will be the gainers."
"You are weeping, child," said the
old man, seeing thien tears tha blinded
her eyes. "I should not have harrow
ed you with such a recital."
"Yonuo ditd right to tell me, that I may
havie the best of causes to entreat you
sta awa froU him.. "*y 4.y Oh. my kind
you! He is an atheist, a fiend, a. brute,
and you are a Christian gentleman
lieve. But Mrs. Oakfell will very likely dered. Never permit him to speak to
be one of those bold American beauties me
negro be tortured, maybe mur-
Do not expect me to notice him
If he does. Never invite him to come
here. If he enters that gate, I will set
all the dog on him."
"Calm yourself, my little one," the
grandfathes said soothingly, "and re
^TT?" ^jSnSS^Sl miae in both
its parts. Only promise me thisthat
never shall one of our slaves be put to
the lash or tortured."
"I promise that sincerely."
J'white ****man member that. Constant is a
and Leon only his negro slave."
"Grandfather," the girl replied spir
itedly, "it is more probable that Leon
is not Quillebert's negro slave than
that Quillebert is deserving to be call
ed a white man."
"What do yo
"A I cannoit tell you now, but time will
uJ n,uu tiew
Yes, dear, and tell old Julie to drip
the coffee extra strong to quiet mj,
Passing into the hall. Estelle found
Odette sobbing bitterly and, taking her
hand, said in a low tone:
"You heard what my grandfather
"Yes, mamselle. Forgive me for lis
"Remember, then, Odette, what Leon
suffered for your sake and be you as
brave and silent for his. The God of
mercy will right all this wrong. Trust
in God and Mr. Oakfell."
"Yes, and you, dear mistress."
"Go now, bathe your eyes in cool wa
ter and wait on us at table with a face
showing no trace of weeping."
Estelle proceeded to her own room
and, closing the door, knelt at the pret
ty little priedieu near her bed. Bowin
her beautiful head and closing her eyes,
she addressed her petition for the suc
cor of the oppressed to heaven, but In
her involuntary vision she saw only the
face of Oakfell. Frorri the happiness of
this dual devotion she was summoned
Ite preside at^the meal.
S hung or week
the merest thread Fever
sumed his body an cre
ating hallucination peopled
by Odette, Oakfell and Estelle,
whose names were oftenest on his
parched lips. The excess of his punish
ment was discussed throughout the
parish in terms condemnatory of Quille
bert, to prosecute whom should the
jockey die determination was express
ed. The medication of Dr. De Roux
seemed impotent, a profound and omi
nous gloom settled upon the slaves on
all the plantations, the patrol of eon
stables was nightly re-enforced by vol
unteers, Quillebert's bottle and card fa
miliars obscured themselves, and he
felt deeply disturbed by the entire situ
ation. He drank brandy at home and
rum at Dede's cabaret at Mansura. In
this latter he was blasphemously in
veighing against the doctor's unskill
fulness when Dede remarked:
"It is you who lack sense. Viy
don't you stop throwing away money
on De Roux and drop a gold eagle in
the lap of old Mother Deshautelles,
Laure Lnneau's grandmother?"
"What can she do, you pitted idiot?"
"She can cure your jockey and save
you from being tarred and feathered,
you Gascon hog," retorted Dede. "She
is a doctress served by the saints them
selves. Alexe Boudreau's fine trotter
could not touch his right hind foot to
the ground for four days. Alexe called
on Mother Deshautelles. She gave him
a dry piece of flannel to put on the
horse's hoof. He did so and dealt him
a sharp blow. Down went the hoof,
and the horse has not limped since.
During 48 hours Tatin's boy could not
swallow. He was carried to Mother
Deshautelles, who laid her hand on his
throat just for one second. As soon as
he got home he ate a quart of gumbo
and can now swallow an egg without
breaking it. Bertrand Dufilho called to
his wife one night for a candle. She
asked him, 'Where is the candle?' For
three days she kept repeating, 'Where
is the candle, where is the candle?'
She did not eat or sleep and continued
saying. 'Where is the candle, where is
the candle?' Dr. Leme was called to
her, but he could do nothing. Her
strength gave out, and they had to put
her to bed. Still she went on asking.
'Where is the candle, where is the
candle?' The priest was sent for, and
he burned candles and incense and
sprinkled water and talked Latin, but
she kept on asking, 'Where is the can
dle, where is the candle?' Finally
Bertrand brought Mother Deshautelles.
She sat by the bed and beard the feeble
voice whisper, 'Where is the candle,
where is the candle?' and, touching her
lips with a candle she had carried
there, said to her, 'There, the candle!'
Mme. Dufilho opened her eyes and,
looking first at the candle and then at
Mother Deshautelles, closed them again
and*immediately fell asleep. From that
day to this she has never asked, 'Where
is the candle?'"
"Do you take me for a fool, Dede, or
are you really simple enough yourselt
to believe such crazy stuff?"
"Crazy stuff!" exclaimed Dede. "1
tell you, Quillebert, those are facts,
and there are hundreds more known.
She is the most powerful doctress
since the old nun Bazilia died, who
cured the bishop of Natchez of a snake
bite. But it isn't every one she will
serve, for she is a pious woman. She
may refuse you, who are such a fool
as not to believe what you cannot un
derstand, who do not believe in God
or the saints or the devil. When your
jockey dies and the planters begin to
hold meetings, perhaps you will no
longer believe in rum, cards, ox whip
and yourself, which thus far have
made up your creed."
Quillebert's philosophical skepticism
was demolished by this last stroke of
Dede's, and, visibly frightened, he said:
"And do you think this old witch will
not sell her charm for my gold?"
"Though she takes it, gold cannot
buy her," Dede replied. "You risk fail
ure if you depend upon yourself and
gold alone, for the priests have put on
you the brand of heretic and on your
gold the mintage mark of hell."
"Except what I give them," snarled
"That's plain," laughed Dede. "They
purify by exorcism whatever goes to
their holy uses. But there is just one
chance for you. Constant, and it should
be a good one."
"And what is that?" Quillebert anx
"Laure Luneau," Dede answered.
"You made a great fight for her at the
election of the bell's godmother, and
she is your friend for that. Moreover,
jshe hates that overbearing American
,Oakfell and the simpering doll Estelle
iLatiolais, and she is a true Gasconne.
'Her grandmother will do for her what
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she might deny to the rest of the world.
iSeek Laure and at once."
"You are right, Dede, and your Gas
con wit has not been entirely burned
out by your rum, which is so fiery that
I believe it is distilled where the priests
say my gold is coined. Give me anoth
er glass of it, and I will see my little
partisan this very day. Gascon shrewd
ness is a match at any time for hector
ing Americanism, and we'll head off
this infernal abolitionist Oakfell yet."
"What is that you say? Abolition-
ist!" exclaimed Dede, placing before
his patron the brimming glass of liquor.
"Not so loud, idiot!" Quillebert said,
and, with the look of cruel ferocity
which came into his visage whenever
his malevolence was at work, he added
in a low, grumbling tone: "Did not his
speech at Baton Rouge prove him an
abolitionist? I believe he has been
tampering with that rascal Leon. I be
lieve he is at the bottom of all this
scare about an uprising among the ne
groes if Leon should give the pretext
dying. I believe he has been bar
gained with by the abolitionists to be
paid double the price of his own slaves
for his services in setting all the others
free. But say nothing about this now,
Dede only watch and listen."
Emptying the glass at one draft,
though the liquid heat forced the brine
to his hardened eyes, he mounted his
SJiewas unaware of Quillebert's presence.
horse and briskly rode down into the
swamp in the direction of Mother De
shautelles' house, lea-ung Dede with
bristling brows drawn down, bloated
chin lowered to his chest and counte
nance of tarnished brass wrapped in
an expression of deep cogitation.
The dwelling of the doctress was a
tight and durable cottage built of cy
press logs daubed with mud, resting
upon pillars of cypress butts, arranged
into four large chambers, which were
divided by a broad hallway, with the
inevitable deep veranda in front and
the usual kitchen accessories in the
rear. Its site was an eminence, a geo
logical aberration in this region of dead
levels, where swamp forest broke upon
the bare alluvion at the junction of
Bayous Rouge and Des Glaises. Moth
er Deshautelles had never had slaves
of her own or planting interests, but
had made the income of a small for
tune inherited in France suffice for the
frugal yet comfortable maintenance of
herself and daughter and, after the lat
ter's death, her granddaughter Laure.
In former years she had been much in
demand as midwife and sick nurse.
Her rewards enabled her to hire a
negro man to cultivate her garden and
provide fuel and a woman for kitchen
and cow sheds also to purchase the
largest, stoutest of buggies and the
most powerful? of mules to draw it, for
she was a person of heroic stature, and
now in octogenarian years her obesity
was such that only with much labor
could she walk from room to room.
Her journeyings, accomplished with
exertion and discomfort, were limited
to attendance at the mass at Easter
and Christmas and responses in ex
treme cases to the calls of neighbors
who had exceptional claims to her con
sideration. Her massive head and face
were of leonine majesty. The thick
white hair and undimmed eyes still
spoke strength of character. She was
in truth a woman of forceful person
ality, respected by the intelligent, fear
ed by the ignorant and superstitious.
A short distance within the swamp
lay a shallow marais, or pond, choked
with water lilies and swarming with
ecrevisses, the red crayfish of Lou
isiana. Bareheaded, barefooted and
ankle deep in the marais stood Laure,
with hoop net at the end of a long,
slight staff, scooping ecrevisses into a
basket on her arm for the making of
broth for the evening's meal. So in
tent was she in the pursuit that she
was unaware of Quillebert's presence
until, after silently feasting his pru
rient eyes upon the firm, trim limbs
and brown and red cheeks of the un
conscious girl, he laughed aloud and
"Ha, little Gasconne, what a picture
the forest, the marais, the lilies, the
nut brown maid with twinkling feet
and blushing cheek! Father Grhe has
no painting in his church at Mansura
to match this one in my church, the
great church of nature."
"M. Constant," she cried, "it is not
nice to creep out of the bushes at one
like this! Go awayat least until I
can put on my stockings and shoes!"
The flush in her face was for surprise,
but the sparkle in her black eyes was
not for offense.
"I will not budge an Inch," he said,
"so come out, my nymph, for I want
"Glad to be of service to you, M. Con
stant, but I will not stir a step till you
are out of view," said Laure, with a
resoluteness which he saw It was use
less to combat. He knew she would
stand there like a statue until the stars
came out if her demand was not com
"And how long shall I be kept out of
View, my empress?"
"When I am ready," she replied, "I
"Soldier, soldier, many, many me."
"But that will bring every gallant
within hearing of your siren voice,"
said Quillebert, "and I crave a secret
conference with you."
"Then I will sing so low that on'
the Chevalier Constant de Qulllebc
shall hear," she said, with a mock
of lofty assurance.
"Pray abbreviate the banishment
your languishing knight as much
you can, for
"I have little to my
And far to go,
Quick, dear, quick!"
rejoined Quillebert and rode back into
Laure stood motionless until she
scould no longer hear the sound of the
horse's feet then, peering searchingly
Into the thick undergrowth behind
which her visitor had disappeared, she
tripped lightly out of the water and,
dropping net and basket, seized her
shoes and hose. With the nimbleness
of a doe she sprang behind a huge cy
press tree and the concavity of its
trunk converted into a toilet, where,
drying her feet with grass and leaves]
she was quickly shod. Taking her hat
from the palmetto spike on which it
huj*g, she adjusted it fetchingly upon
her head and, stepping out, took up
the net rod and leaned lightly upon it
.as a staff. Verily she looked the syl
van beauty of the poets as in rich con
tralto she sang:
"Soldier, soldier, marry, marry me."
Quillebert could not have been far
distant, for the line was hardly finish
ed when he emerged from the bushes,
having tied his horse to a tree.
"What a change, my little actress,
from the bewitching to the bewilder-
ing!" he said.
"I do not like to hear an old man talk
so, and young men never say such
things to me," she complained.
"Be patient, Laure. You will hear
enough of that sort from acceptable
lips. Now, little one"Quillebert had
suddenly become grave"listen to some
serious talk, for I am troubled. Will
you do me a friendly turn? It is not
for nothing. I have at home a beauti
ful little watch made at Havre, inlaid
with rubies and diamonds. If what 1
wish is accomplished, that watch shall
nestle beneath the satin belt you will
wear at the next ball."
"M. Constant, surely I need no bribe
to serve you. I am already under
more obligation than I can ever dis
"Nonsense, child. I do not mean to
bribe you, but I do mean that no one
can ever confer a benefit on Constant
Quillebert without being the gainer
"What is it you desire me to do?"
"It is this: My jockey has been very
sick since he was whipped for running
away. Some think he will die. That
incompetent De Roux does not know
how to handle the case. Oakfell, who
is thought to be paid by the abolition
ists, is in an underhand way seeking to
arouse public sentiment against me
and has already excited old Latiolais'
shallow headed granddaughter, who
has said some bitter things ^o the
priest Grhe and others. She has the
notion that the swaggering American
is looking her way, and she struts
"The double faced thing!" exclaimed
"Should Leon die," continued Quille
bert, "it is thought Oakfell will urge a
popular demonstration, maybe a pros
ecution. I would avoid all this. If
Leon recovers, I will pay back the con
spirators with interest."
"Estelle, too?" demanded Laure.
"If she gets in the way, she shall
have her share," he answered.
"Then what can I do?" she asked,
with a satisfied air.
"Thispersuade your grandmother to
five you the cure for Leon."
"Oh, M. Constant! I fear your un
friendliness to the church will pre-
"How? Does any one here give more
to the priests and the convents than I
do? But that is not to the point. I am
not sick. The cure is for Leon. Be
sides, I am your friend, Laure, and
your enemies are my enemies."
"Must you have it today?"
"At once. There is not one minute to
spare. If Leon is not better by to
morrow morning, he will not live the
"I will try," Laure consented after
"Take this it may help your argu-
ment," said Quillebert, handing her a
shining double eagle goldpiece.
"Back into the bushes, then, till I re-
turn," said she.
Quillebert did as he was bidden, and
the girl walked rapidly to the cottage.
The half hour of her absence appeared
to him all but interminable, and it was
as one freed from long imprisonment
that he sprang from the matted vines
and brush when she stopped beside the
tree holding her hands behind her and
"Soldier, soldier, marry, marry me."
"Well?" be exclaimed.
"She was very unwilling," said she.
"I got it," she anticipated his ques
tion. "Here it is." And, holding forth
her hands, she exhibited in one a nar
row band of snow white cloth about
ten inches in length made of unspun
cotton fiber beaten and pressed while
saturated with water. The other held
a roll of the cured skin of a garfish, in
which the cotton strip had been in
"Grandmother raised this cotton in
the garden from seed obtained in Egypt
by her brother, who was a soldier of
the emperor. She had every boll taken
from the stalk as it opened and carried
to her room. With her own. hands she
picked the lint, muttering prayers and
crossing herself all the while. She
soaked and pressed it with her own fin
gers, and I am sure she put a prayer
between every two layers. She says
that if before i) o'clock tonight this
holy fillet is laid over Leon's eyes and
temples he will get well."
"Pretty one, you are a Jeanne d'Arc!
Give me the fillet," Quillebert eagerly
"Take it and win," said Laure.
"And share the spoils of victory with
ny little lieutenant," he added, rolling
the strip and replacing It in the fish
skin. In an instant his horse was heard
bounding through the dry swamp.
Another sound of horse's feet fell up
on Laure's ear, and she ran to the skirt
of the wood to receive a most elaborate
bow from the exquisite Evariste Oak
fell as he cantered along the opposite
bank of the bayou and to catch the
notes of his fine tenor voice caroling:
"Soldier, soldier, marry, rrarry me
Her heart beat wildly with a delight
he could scarce explain, but was sud
denly stilled by the thought that E\ a
riste may have seen Quillebert, heard
*er signal to him and construed their
meeting as she would not for the world
nave him construe it.
The gait of Quillebert's steed was not
lowered from a run until, throbbing and
covered with foam, he was halted at
his stable. Quillebert took no chances
with the clock, but at once proceeded
to the cabin where lay the emaciated,
sinking, faintly breathing jockey. Pro
ducing the gleaming fillet, he stretched
It over the closed eyes and sunken tem
ples of the seemingly dying man and
on their lives charged the awed negroes
in attendance to see that there it re
mained till morning.
Leon slept fitfully through the night.
At break of day he awoke from de
lirium, Odette and freedom to conscious
ness, Quillebert and shackles.
[TO BE CONTINUED.]
The Duration of a Wink.
"In the twinkling of an eye" was
the expression used by St. Paul in re
ferring to the final wind up of mun
dane affairs, desiring to impress upon
the minds of his hearers with greatest
force the suddenness of the trans
formation. "Quick as a wink" is a fa
miliar figure of speech used to indicate
the perfection of promptness, but no
one has heretofore apparently had the
curiosity to inquire as to the exact
duration of a wink.
Through the aid of modern science,
to which nothing seems impossible, the
wink has been measured. A Berlin sci
entist has succeeded in ascertaining the
duration of "the twinkling of the eye"
by the use of a special photographic
apparatus and a piece of white paper
fixed on the edge of the eyelid for a
mark. He finds that a wink, from its
inception to its finish, occupies just
four-tenths of a second. Some inter
esting details of the process of a winic
ne has also obtained, which are inter
esting as showing that the measure
ment of time has been brought down to
a fine thing, and for that reason they
are worth quoting here.
The Berlin scientist found that the
lid "descends quickly and rests a little
at the bottom movement. Then it rises
more slowly than it fell." Also, that
"the mean duration of the downward
movement -oas from .073 to .091 of a
second. The time from the instant the
eye rested till it closed varied from .15
to .17 of a second. In rising the hd
took .17 of a second."
The optic movement here referred to
was doubtless an involuntary wink.
Let the professor go a step farther and
measure and define the characteristics
and significance of the "sly wink" and
the "wink of the other eye." He will
thus add greatly to the world's store ot
more or less useful knowledge.
York Heard Plain Talk.
The heir to the British throne had the
wholesome experience of hearing some
plain talk while visiting Great Britain's
colonies in various parts of the^ world
For instance, just before leaving Hali
fax for England he listened to a ser
mon by the Nova Scotian bishop, whe
declared that the doctrine of the divine
rignt of kings is dead and that li6
thanks God such is the case.
While the utterance may be regarded
as somewhat uncourtly, the outspokeD
bishop committed no political heresy,
as the doctrine of the divine right of
kings is not recognized by the British
constitution. It is generally considered
in good form, however, not to dwell in
the presence of royalty on the fact that
the British monarch bases l#is tenure
on the consent and will of the govern
ed. Nevertheless, it may be salutary in
this day of proposed imperial federa
tion to have so plain an intimation that
the British colonies do not even for
courtliness favor any delusion about
the real seat of power.
If the estimates of the New England
Homestead regarding the apple crop
Of the present year are correct, it
would appear that corn and potatoes
are not the only staples of this coun
try which have suffered severely be
cause of the erratic weather of the past
summer. According to this paper, the
apple crop will be less than one-half
of that in 1900, or, to be precise, only
23,000,000 barrels, as against 48,000,000
barrels last year and nearly 70,000,000
barrels in 1S96. The United States is
a large consumer of apples, but usu
ally raises more than are required for
home consumption. In ordinary years
we export large quantities of the fruit
This year, however, it seems very
doubtful If Uncle Sam will have ap
ples enough for his own family, to say
nothing of sending them to his neigh
bors. It is to be hoped that the New
England estimate is incorrect
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