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OF THE THREE BARS BY KATE AND VIRGIL D.BOYLES COOYQ/onr BY A C WCLUQG UCO. /907 -y . - - -*r SYNOPSIS. Cattle thlovos dcHpoi'.ing ranches of South Dakota. Georne Willlston, small raiii'hinun. runs Into rendezvous of thieves on island In Missouri river. They have stolen cuttle from Three Uur ranch. I.aiiuford visits Wllliston and his daugh ter and Willlston reports what lie has seen to Langford, who determines to rid country of thieves. Jesse Hlaek heads out laws. Langford falls in love with AVillis ton's daughter, but does not tell her so. Louise Dale, court stenographer, and niece of Judge Dale, visits Kemah at re quest of county attorney. Gordon, to take testimony In preliminary hearing. Gordon falls in love with her. After preliminary examination Willlston s home is attacked and defended by his daughter and him self. Outlaws tire building Just as Lang ford and his cowboys arrive. Outlaws carry off Willlston but Langford rescues the daughter. Without Willistlon evidence against Hlaek is meager, and case seems to be going against the state. Gordon takes a night ride and finds Willlston. who has escaped from captors. The courthouse at Kemah burns at night. CHAPTER XVll.—Continued. “Louise! What are you going to do.'” cried Mary, in consternation. There were few people on this side. Louise nut her hand deliberately to the door-knob. It gave to her pres sure —the door swung open. Some one stumbled out blindly and leaned against the wall for a moment, his hands over his eyes. “I can't do it,” he said, aloud. “I can’t reach the vaults. Louise slipped past him and was within the doorway, closely followed by the frantic Mary. The man cried out sharply, and stretched out a detaining hand. "Are you crazy? Come back!” "Mr. Gordon!" cried Louise, with a little sob of relief, "Is it really you? Let me go—quick—my note books!” A thick cloud of smoke at that mo ment came rolling down the back stairs. It enveloped them. It went down their threats and made them cough. The man. throwing an arm over the shoulders of the slender girl who had started up after the first shock of the smoke had passed away, pushed her gently but firmly outside. “Don’t let her come, Mary,” he called back, clearly. "I'll get the note books—if I can.” Then he was gone—up the smoke-wreathed stair way. Outside, the girls waited. It seemed hours. The wind, howling around the corners, whipped their t skirts. There was a colder edge to It. Fire at last broke out of the back windows simultaneously with the sound of breaking glass, and huge billows of released black smoke surged out from the new outlet. Louise started forward. She never knew afterward just what she meant to do, but she sprang away from Mary's encircling arm and ran up the little flight of steps leading to the door from which she had been so un ceremoniously thrust. Afterward, when they told her. she realized what her impulsive action meant, but now she did not think. She was only con scious of some wild, vague impulse to fly to the help of the man who would even now be safe in blessed outdoors had it not been for her and her fool ish woman’s whim. She had sent him to his death. What were those wretched note books—what was any thing at all in comparison to his life! So she stumbled blindly up the steps. The wind had slammed the door shut. It was a cruel obstacle to keep her back. She wrenched it open. The clouds of smoke that met her. rolling out of their imprisonment like pent up steam, choked her, blinded her, beat her back. She strove Impotently against it. She tried to fight it off with her hands —those little intensely feminine hands whose fortune Gordon longed to take upon himself forever and forever. They were so small and weak to fend for themselves. But small as they were, it was a good tiling they did that night. Now had firm hold of her and would not let her go. She struggled desper ately and tried to push her off, but vainly, for Mary had twice her strength. “Mary, I shall never forgive you—” She did not finish her sentence, for at that moment Gordon staggered out into the air. He Eat down on the bot tom step as if he were drunk, but little darts of flame colored the surging smoke here and there in weird splotch and. suddenly calm now that there was something to do. Mary and Louise led him away from the doomed building where the keen wind soon blew the choking smoke from his eyes and throat. "I've swallowed a ton," he said, re covering himself quickly. "I couldn't get them. Ixiuise." He did not know lie called her so. "Oh. what does it matter?" cried Louise, earnestly. "Only forgive me for sending you.” "As I remember it. I sent myself.” said Gordon with a humorous smile, "and, I am afraid, tumbled one little girl rather unceremoniously down the stairs. Did I hurt you?” There was a caressing cadence in the question that he could not for the life of him keep out of his voice. "I did not even know I tumbled. How did you get back?” said Louise, tremulously. "Who opened the door?” counter questioned Gordon, remembering, wind must have blown it shut. was blinded—l couldn't find it —I couldn’t breathe. I didn't have sense enough to know it was shut, but I couldn't have helped myself anyway. 1 groped for it as long as I could with out breathing. Then I guess I must have gone off a little, for I was spraw ling on the floor of the lower hall when I felt a breath of air playing over me. Somebody must have opened the door—because I am pretty sure I bad fainted or done some foolish thing.” Louise was siient. She was thank ful—thankful. God had been very good to her. It had been given to her to do this tiling. She had not meant to do it —she had not konwn what she did; enough that was done. "It was Louise,” spoke up Mary, "and I—tried1 —tried to hold her back!" So she accused herself. "But I didn’t do It on purpose," said Louise, with shining eyes. "I—l ” "Yes, you ” prompted Gordon, looking at her with tendor intentness. "I guess 1 was trying to come after you,” she confessed. "It was very— foolish." . The rear grounds were rapidly fill ing up. Like children following a band-wagon, the crowd surged toward the new excitement of the discovered extension of the fire. Gordon drew a long breath. "1 thank God for your—foolishness,” he said, simply, smiling the smile his friends loved him for. CHAPTER XVIII. An Unconventional Tea Party. As- the flames broke through the roof, Langford came rushing up where the group stood a little apart from the press. “Dick! I have been looking for you everywhere,” he cried, hoarsely. "What's the trouble, old man?” asked Gordon, quietly. "I have something to tell you," said He Sat Down on the Bottom Step as if He Were Drunk. Langford. In a low voice. "Come quick—let's go back to your rooms. Why. girls ” "We will go. too," said Mary, with quiet decision. She had caught a glimpse of Bed Sandersons face through the crowd, and she thought he had leered at her. She had been haunted by the vngue feeling that she must have known the man who had attempted to carry her off—that dread ful night; but she had never been able to concentrate the abstract, fleeting impressions into comprehensive sub stance —never until she bad seen that scar, and glancing away in terror saw that Langford, too. had seen; hut she was not brave enough to lose herself and Louise in the crowd where that man was. She could not. He had leered at Louise, too. last night at sup per. They could not ask the protec tion of Gordon and Langford back to the hotel then, when Langford's handsome, tanned face was white with the weight of what he had to tell. "It will be best." he agreed, unex pectedly. "Come —we must hurry!" It was Wllliston’s "little girl" whom he took under his personal protection, diving up the street in the teeth of the gale which blew colder every moment, with a force and strength that kept Mary Half the time off her feet. A gentler knight was Gordon—though as manly. All was lark around the premises. There was no one lurking near. Everybody was dancing at tendance on the court-house holocaust. Gordon felt for his keys. "How good it is to get out of the wind." whispered Louise. This pro ceeding smacked so much of the mys terious that whispering followed as a natural sequence. They stepped within. It was inky black. “Lock the door." said Langford, in a low voice. Gordon complied, surprised, but ask ing no question. He knew his friend, and had faith in his judgment. Then he lighted a lamp that stood on his desk. "Why did you do that?” asked -Wlmt?- "Lock the door." "I don’t know,” he answered, hon estly. "I didn't think you would no tice the click. Ask Paul.” "I'll explain In a minute." snid Lang-! ford. He stepped to the windows and j drew the blinds closely. “Now that I have you safe.” lie said, 1 lightly, "I'll confess I had an old woman's scare. It came to me that as long as you are not, strictly speak ing, on kind and loving terms with — every one west of the river—and this being such an all-round nasty night anyway, why. I’d just spirit you home and give tiie charged atmosphere a chance of clearing a little.” Gordon looked at him steadily a moment. His face did not pale. Yet he knew that Langford had heard— or suspected—more than he intended to tell —then. It was good to see him shrug ills shoulders in unconcern for the sake of the two white-faced girls who sat there in ills stiff office chairs. "You aire an old duffer, Paul,” he said, in pretended annoyance. "You treat me like a child. I won't stand \ it always. You’ll see. Some day I'll rebel —and—then ” "Meanwhile, I'll Just trot these i ladies back to the hotel," said Lang- < ford. "But you must promise to keep 1 your head inside. We're fixtures until we have that promise." "What, lock me up and run off with —all the ladies! I guess not! Why didn't we round up that way, I'd like to know? This isn’t Utah, Paul. You can't have both.” Paul meant for him to lie low. then. He was also in a hurry to get the girls away. Evidently the danger lay here. There was a tightening of the firm mouth and an ominous contraction of the pupils of the eyes. He stirred the fire, then jammed a huge, knotted stick into the sheet-iron stovo. It seemed as if everybody had sheet-iron stoves in this country. The log caught with a pleasant roar as the draught sent flames leaping up the chimney. But Paul made no movement to go. Then he, Gordon, bad not understood his friend. Maybe the menace was not here, but outside. If so, he must contrive to keep ills guests interestca here. He would leave the lead to Paul. Paul knew. He went back to his living-room and returned, bringing two heavy buggy robes. "You will , find my bachelor way of living very primitive,” he said, with ids engaging smile. He arranged the robes over two of the chairs and pushed them close up to the stove. "I haven’t an easy chair in tho house —prove it by Paul, here. Haven't time to rock, and can’t afford to run the risk of cultivating slothful habits. Take these, do," he urged, "and re move your coats.” "Thank you—you are very kind,” said lA>uise. "No. I won't take off my jacket," a spot of color staining her cheek when she thought of her gay kimono. Involuntarily, she felt of her throat to make sure the muffler had not blown awry. "We shall be going soon, shan't we, Mr. Langford? If Mr. Gordon is in any danger, you must stay with him and let us go alone. It is not far.” "Surely,” said Mary, with a big sink ing of the heart, but meaning what she said. "Not at all." said Gordon, decidedly. "It's Just his womanish way of boss ing me. I'll rebel some day. Jus£ wait! But before you go. I'll make tea. You must have gotten chilled through. He would keep them here a while and then let them go—with Langford. The thought made him feel cheap and cowardly and sneaking. Far rather would he step out boldly and take his chances. But if there was to be any shooting, it must be where Louise —; and Mary, too —was not. He believed Paul, in his zeal, had exaggerated evil omens, but there was iAiuise in his bachelor room—where he had never thought to see her; there with her cheeks flushed with the proximity to the stove —his stove —her fair hair wind-blown. No breath of evil thing must assail her that night—that night, when she had glorified his lonely habi tation—even though he himself must slink into a corner like a cowardly MEMORIAL DAY Not Entirely One of Mourning [EMORIAL DAY should not be regarded as a day of mourning. Symbols of grief used in con- M nection with the memorial exercises —all save the draping of flags—seem out of place. The annual celebration of tho fame, the sacrifices and the glory of the sol diers of the union is a D--autifill cus tom. but the day was never meant for n time set apart for lamentation. The nation pays a tribute of flow ers, of song and words of praise anil appreciation to its glorious dead, and it is in a spirit of tender pride and exaltation that the holiday should be celebrated. It has been a mistake to cover the day with crepe. 1 Certainly there must sad hearts on this day. but if Memorial day is I made what it should b • there will , lie brought to the widow and the fa therless consolation ami length. Comfort and wholesom thought ar" suggested by the tribute (( t a whole country to those who pie Iged their lives for the land of thcii love in its time of need. I>»t us not put on mourning gar ments and make a gloom > day out of 1 lie beautiful festival of honoring the glorious «lead. "For how can man die belt' i than facing fearful odds For tiie ashes of Ills futile, and the nl tars of Ids gods?” If you want to get the p al Inspira i lion of the day. go earlj in the morn | ing to any of the "God's in-res" which ! are ever around the dwellings of tha living. There, In the dewy quiet where there is no sound but the songs of birds and the siuhing of the wind in the trees, you will look upon the graves where loving hands have set the little flags which tell that a soldier sleeps his last sleep below. Then, as the morning freshness withers under the sun, you see tin* forms of men and women and ciiil dren bending over the places where their loved ones rest, ami you will bo reminded that love outlives death. The comfort of God comes to those who set flowers over long-made graves. You will, at last, hear the soup* of , inunic, and so will he announced the arrival of the Grand Army and other veterans on their duty of the day. The old men march to a central place and with bowed heads listen to v prayer and then sing a hymn. The voice of one, perhaps, rises in an ora- j tlon upon the heroes of patriotism. Then the little procession starts upon ! its Journey and visits every soldier's j grave, laying flowers upon the grass so lately sprung from the sleep of j winter. 1 Yes. your eyes will he full of tears, but they will not be the tears which burn; not tears of misery and grief, but those tears of universal, uplifting : emotion which make us a.l feel the j bonds of human brotherhood. Reno- J rating tears, that relieve tiie heart 1 end make it seem less of an enigma. All day long loving hands bring flowers as offerings to the memory of the unselfish brave; on and on till the sun sets tireless feet walk by the | decorated graves, pausing now and I then while a stroller "-ads a tribute graven upon some stone, or notes the offering of blossoms on some other wise unmarked mound. ' And when evening fails tho level lavs of tiie sun lie, like a benediction, upon the places where the love of human hearts has heaped up the treas- | urea of May. in tribute- to the sons land tiie martyrs of freedom. Tho 30th of May is a day of glo rious, inspiring remembrance, one | when, if tears are shed, they are only tears which sanctify, without burden ing, the heart. THE WAR TIME PHOTOGRAPH. “My goodness. gran’pn. were you evei as young ns that?” "That whs taken the day we marched away . . . 4>J years «K" I was the drummer boy. . . . Tie- men used to laugh at me and my big drum, they called me tho baby of the regiment.** "They don’t laugh ut you now. do they, gran’pa?” "Not many of them, poor fellows. . . . Why, my goodness. I'm just as young as ! that now. but you s< •. I have to look older because I’m a grandpa, you know. I Just do It to keep up appearances." THE SPIRIT THAT IS NEEDED. Self-Abnegation, If Necessary, for the Country's Welfare. William T. Stead, the noted English 1 journalist, was talking in New York about, the world's governments. "There is some truth In the saying." ihe concluded, “that nations have the governments they deserve. Good gov ernment is impossible without unself ish work, without self-sacrifice, on tiie I part of the citizens. What govern ments need are citizens of the Lincoln stamp. Lincoln, at the commencement , of the aw’ful war that you are soon to commemorate, was much abused by one of his generals, a Pennsylvanian. He was even openly insulted by this man. In his splendid way he put with that mistreatment imperturbably. But when the thing kept on and on. grow ing more and more flagrant, his friends remonstrated with him. They told him he was suffering more than was reasonable or right. "But Lincoln only smiled his odd. . sad, humorous smile. “ ‘l’ll hold Gen. ’s horse for him,’ he said, ‘if he will only bring us suc cess.’ ” 1 GRAND ARMY ENCAMPMENT FORT COLLINS CROWDED WITH VETERANS OF THE G. A. R. AND AUXILIARY SOCIETIES. IMPRESSIVE PARADE H. C. WATSON ELECTED COM MANDER AND TRINIDAD GETS NEXT ENCAMPMENT. Fort Collins. Colo.—The annual en campment of the Grand Army f the Republic, Department of Colorado and Wyoming, and the gathering of its aux iliary societies in this city Wednesday, Thursday aid Friday, will long be re membered by botli citizens and visit ors. It is believed that none or these organizations e\«r had a more success ful or enjoyable meeting. The num ber of veterans in attendance* is esti mated at upwards of f»00 and there were nearly as many more members of the other societies. The encampment opened Wednesday morning, V. hen Commander It. H. Mel lette and other officers made their re ports. In the afternoon the daugh ters of veterans gave a reception In Odd Fellows’ hall. There was a grand camp fire and welcoming addresses at the armory at night. President Aylcswoith of the \gricultural «i 1 • >, In the absence ol the mayor, welcomed the vt tennis and their nuxilla.h s. and responses wore made by the officers ol the various or ganizat ions. Thursday morning the grand parade was formed at 10:150 and marched through tie* principal streets, which were magnificently decorated and lined with cheering crowds. All the school children of •’e city were gathered on the line of march, each carrying a flag. To the veterans this was the most pleasing feature of the encamp ment. Other organizations that took part In the parade wi re the Sons of Veter ans, Fort Collins hand, city council in carriages, college hand, cadet bat talion, battery and signal corps, offi cers of the Woman’s Relief Corps and Ladies of the G. A. It. in carriages, fire department and riding clubs. Friday afternoon a large number of the visitors Inspected, by invitation, the Agricultural College and Experl* mint station. Following Is a list of the officers elected bv the several organizations: Grand Army of the Republic Do partment commander, 11. C. Watson Greeley : senior vice commander. T. C. Remey, Fort Collins; junior vice com mnnder. R. E. Fitch. Laramie, Wyo.; chaplain. Ira D. Hall. Golden; medi cal director, Dr. F. O. Burdick, Boul der; quartermaster, J. Rankin. South Denver: adjutant general. R. Thomas Greeley; delegates-at large to the To ledo national encampment, John Win gate; delegates. William Jones. Wind sor; R. 11. Ilurlbut. Harris; .1. 11. Will iatnson. Denver; S. M. French, Den ver; William V. Valle, Durango; coun cil of administration. W. P I’pton. I* •li ver; J. C. Mosley. Denver: T. J. Foote. Denver; C. Ricketts. Boulder, and W. H. .VcCiinib-r. Denver. Woman's Relief Corps- Department president. .Mrs. Kloire L« how. D--nver senior vice preside lit. Clara Gough, Colorado Springs; Junior vice presl dent. Fannie Whlpp, Gunnison: chair lain. Eliza '* Peters, Golden; Irons tin r. Mary Had* r. Cheyenne. Ladies of she G. A. it Department pieslelent. Ella Galloway. Aspen; sen ior vice president, Caroline Clarn-y. Colorado Springs; junior vice presi dent. Minina .lame-s. Leadville; see:' tary. Sadie Fisher. Cheyenne. Sons of Veterans —Division com msnder, Kenneth A. Coon. Denve-r: senior viee commander. William B la.vmor. Fort Collins; junior vice* com niamler. F. J. Stlers, Canon City; di vision council, R. C. Grout, J A Ditson Denver: M. M St. Clair. Fort Collins. A uxll ' ' President. Mary M Abbott. Denver: vice* pre*siele*nt. Lillie Case-. Fort Col lies: treasurer. Alta Kern. Windsor, chief e.r staff. Clara Burroughs; secre tary. Mabel Casev. Denver Golden-Littleton Irrigation District. Denver. —With only two dissenting votes out of nearly 100 landowners with water rights tinder the- Agricul tural and Welch ditches, the stock holders in the* above-named ditches, voted Saturday to form a ne*w irrig.t tion district tei be known ns the Gol den-Littleton Irrigation district, com prising all land lying between West Cedfax avenue and Bear creed; and Den ver and the fe»e»thills, to turn in the* rights they possess in the* e>lel ditches and in return receive rights fremi the Intermouutaln Water Company freun the* tunnel that will bring water from Williams’ fork through the range to the Clear Creek valley. The following new patents have been issued te> Coloraelo Inventors: A K. Honest eel. Denver, kite Inn cabinet; S. W. Brown. Colorado Springs. chute; M. C. Clemens. D< nver. attachment for rocking chairs: .1 H. Despihst, Man assn, railway tie; L K. Kramer. Monte Vista, blasting tool; W. E. Phillips. Col bran, attachment for cameras; S. \V. Wlbel. N. .1. McAlonoy and W. R Cunningham, Denver, electric lock. A rumor reached La Junta that be cause of the elry spring the Rocky Fore I sugar bee: factory had cancelled i'll contracts for beets with the? far mers. but investigation proves it to be false and that the factory will go ahead as usual. The season will he slightly delayed, owing te» the* eliffi tulty in getting water. Colorado Springs is going dryer than ever. Scarcity e»f water has com pelled the city council to reduce tin* hours eif sprinkling frpm four te> <*.»•• The? Ooldi n Cycle? mill is said te> threaten te> shut down i s works and leave the place if Hr water supply Is rut e»ff us proposed Hi the council A freak tornado of local character visited the mining camp of Cokednle, Las Animas county. Sunday, doing considerable damage, the force of whiefi was directed upon the properly if the? American Smelting and Refin ing Company, the company store suf fering the worst. L. M. Hickman e>f Greeley, recently from Warrensburg. Missouri, has been appointed by Col John I. Martin of Missouri as an assistant sergeant at-arms at the National Democratic convention in Denver. Mr. Hickman Mis held tliis position in every Demo cratic National convention since 1880. Seal Hunting on Ice Floes PEft'/LOtSJ ' \ 1/OC//.T/OM OF EPOUSPNOS PMEPS. ~P iVZjrc/Z \ePV/N&-T//P SrEPPEP Naturally, the largest industry In Newfoundland is the cod fishing, but lecldedly the most picturesque is seal lunting, one of the most perilous of .he world's vocations. From 8,000 to 0,000 men are regularly employed In t. and many an exciting adventure do hose men experience in their quest for he valuable skins of the seals. We ire reminded of the dangers en countered by the fishermen when we •ead in a telegram from St. John's if five sealing steamers being badly laniaged by ice-floes, one having sunk with the loss of 20,000 skins, valued at ff. 0.000. The scene of the hunt is the Ice fields which drift southward In the spring of each year from the Arctic regions, and a bleaker or more deso 'ato region could scarcely he found. The Arctic current, sweeping south ward along the coasts of Labrador and Newfoundland, carries with it a va riety of animal life, and is one of the i great feeding grounds for deep-sea fish - inch as cod and mackerel, which form the food of the seals. | There are four species of Heal In the waters around Newfoundland and Ln!>- rndor —the bay seal, the harp, the hood, and the square-flipper. The hay seal does not migrate like the others, but frequents the mouths of rivers and :he harbors near the coast. It is never found on the Ice. Mostly taken in net, t is commercially of small importance, i The harp sea! —the seal of commerce —is so called because It has a broad ; curved line of connected dark spots proceeding from each shoulder and jaieetlng on the hack above the tall, ormlng a figure something like an indent harp. The hood is much larg >r than the harp. The male, called iy the hunters "doghood,” is distin guished Irom the female by a singu -1 ar hood or hag of flesh on his nose which he can Inflate and use as a protection. The square-flipper Is Men leal with the Greenland seal, but is ! piily occasionally met with on the Ice loes off the Labrador coast. The gathering together of the two great herds of seals, the harps and he hoods, at the same spot and pre cisely at the same time every year, is s ne of the most Interesting facts In natural history. Fp to the middle of February the seals have been wnnder ng all over the ocean, but Just at this dine they settle down on the ice-floe >r anchor Ice, a great plain usually frozen i:i solid with the land and sur •ounding islands, for the purpose of breeding. With the gafT the hunter delivers a iharp blow upon the nose or the seal, . !he most vulnerable point, and in the ,-ase of young seals this blow is In- | stantly fatal. In a moment the man > on bis knees, his large Jack-knife Is it work, and the skin with the adher- ; ng fat Is detached rapidly from the i sarcass, which is left on the Ice. The pelts, as the skin and adhering fat are called, are then bound up In bundles ind dragged over the hummocky Ice o the side of the steamer. The old . teals are not so easily disposed of as \ his. The skull and the hide of the j log seal are frequently so thick that ie cannot be killed with the gafT used ( >n the younger ones. Ho is therefore j ghot with a rifle. Each squad of seal- j Hunters carries at least one gun, in- | ended for this purpose. BRANDY AGED IN THE EARTH Three Demijohns of Liquor Recovered After Thirty Years. 1 Many stories are written and told J ■ f lost treasures found, but the find by j 'homas Yancv. an old ex-con rederate i (.Idler, equals that of any yet told, t brings back to the older residents j 1 )f this section memories of the past | vhen they used to thread through the | hlckets and forests and swampy lands j AcireaboutH. During those days, over \ >0 years ago, there stood near what is | 1 now known as “Old Shady Grove’’ bridge a stillhouse known to every I nan in this section. This stillhouse was owned and operated by Bill St a en. Not Tar distant, coining out of tie* 1 bide of a red clay hill, is a beautiful bubbling spring running the same to day as It did nearly half a century ugo. From this spring comes the wa ter used In the stillhouse. After it had operated for many years the revenue ; officers made a raid and Hill Staten vas captured and sent to Jail, but Sta tens assistant, T. B. Loranee, made 1 r Olv/wtftpEL' l l WtO'SSfflt/rflo 7jY££r£/lM £,< - The men do not cease their work until there ure no more victims in sight, or night closes In. Sometimes they go several miles away from the vessel, and are obliged to remain on the ice-cake until morning. Tilts Is a. very perilous situation, for the rea* son that at times gales come up whlcl< break the fields Into small pieces, or blizzards come on in whl.;h many a hunter has been frozen to death. Last season a party of five hunters missed their steamer and were only dis covered two days later. Two of them succumbed as a result of their e»* j postire to the cold, while the third I*4 now a cripple, being paralyzed In his right arm and side, and unable to do : any manual work. A few years ago 1 18 sealers from one vessel were froz- I en to death on an ice-floe. Indeed, the whole business Is very risky and dangerous. Apart from the possibilities of the men being lost on the Ice, the steamers are liable to be crushed In the Ice or to go down In a gale. During one hunt the Healing .steamer Huntsman was crushed by tho i Ice off the coast of Labrador, and ' over 100 men perished. A few years I ago two steamers, the Bloodhound land the Retriever, were also crushed in the Ice, and sank, but their crews, numbering fiver 800 men, managed to | reach Flattie Harbor, on the Labrador ! *oast, ever the Ice, after enduring j great hardships. Another steamer, j the Mon. 1 cello, also sank In conse quence of Injuries received from tho Ice, but bor crew were all saved. They were picked up In a most deplorable condition by another vessel. The men had subsisted for several days on raw soul-meat. As already staled, the ships return i as soon :*.s a sufficient number of pelts | lias f. *en obtained. Sometimes a v«*s : s(*l Is back in harbor again in a cou ; pie of weeks laden to the gunwule I with a3 many as 30,000 or 40,000 pelts. I The crew of a single vessel has been ! known to capture as many as 20,000 seals in seven or eight days. The crew of the seal steamer Neptune se cured. n season or two ago, 42,000 .seals in 18 days. Hie pelts filing not only the hold, but being piled upon' the decks as well. The wfetchers at ih*; harbor know at once whether a vessel has been successful, for it is the custom to hang a broom aloft If j the catch has been a particularly good one. Sometimes, however, a steamer | is unlucky, and after buffeting about ! amongst the Ice for seven or eight weeks, returns with only enough skins to pay hare expenses. The moment the cargo is landed tho skinners go to work and separate the | skins from the fat. The former are | salted and stored ready for export. By 1 means of steam-driven machinery the fat is cut up by revolving knives Into J minute pieces, then ground finer by a sort of gigantic sausage machine, aft orward steamed to extract the oil, then exposed for a time In glass-eov ; ered tanks to the action of the sun’s rays, and finally barreled for expor | tation. The annual catch of seals , ranges usually from 200.000 to 300,000, | and thp annual value of this industry !to Newfoundland Is over a million I dollars. II J. BHEPBTONE. J Confucius: Gravity la only the b k cf wi.*4i<,ir., but It preserves It. good his escape. Many years elapse I and meanwhile Htaten had died, but nothing was known of Loranee. In fact, bis friend* thought him dead. But re cenliy, to his great surprise, Thomas Yaqcy received a letter from Arkansas from Loranee, telling him of certain things to perform, and he could have three gallons of apple bra/idy made in that old stillhouse over 30 years ago. At first Mr. Yancy was Incredu lous. but h»* finally carried out the plan designated by Lprance, nnd went fo the old spring, made 27 steps dua north, nnd there dug up three demi johns of one gallon each of the hidden treasure. The wine glasses were still over the mouths of the Jugs as they were buried.—National American. Tragic Comedy. Mrs. Hicks —Are you going to the private theatricals to-night? They are going to give ’ Hamlet." Mrs. Wicks —No. I am in mourning now. you know, and I couldn’t, of course, go and see anything funny.