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CHAPTER XI.
It was now late iu the year, and the
winter storm were beginning. There
were intervals of calm, cool weather,
when the wind came from the east, and
till frosty days, whin a breath cold
steel crept from the red sunrise of
the north; but ever and attain Hie trtim
fiet of the tempest sounded westward and
southward, and the ocean rose up before
It in mountains of furious storm.
One night as we lay in our beds we
heard the gathering of such a tempest as
has seldom been seen, before or since, on
those shores. It came with fearful light
ning and close-fellowing thunder, follow
ed by drops of black and hideous hail;
and then, with a crash aud a scream and
cry, the wind rushed from the sea. I
lay thinking every moment that the
bouse would come down, shaking as it
did to its foundations, or the roof be
blown away; and every minute the blasts
grew more terrific. Presently, I saw my
uncle, partially . dressed and holding a
light, enter toy chamber. ;
"Hugh, my lad, be you asleep?"
"As if anyone could sleep on such a
night!" -
"Mother be frightened badly," he re
turned. "She be praying, lad, dawn i
the kitchen. Hark to that'" he added,
s a flash of fiery lightning filled the
room, and wind aud thunder mingled to
gether in awful reverberation. . .
I slipped on my clothes and went
down with my uncle to the kitchen,
where I found my aunt full of supersti
tious terror. She had got out the old
Bible, and, having opened at random,
irai reading in a low voice from one of
the Psalme. I did my best to allay her
fears, but succeeded very badly.
For the greater part of the night we
remained sitting up. With the first peep
of daylight I seized my hat and moved
to the door.
No sooner had I left the cottage than
the wind caught me, and almost dashed
me from my feet Short as the distance
was to the seashore, I thought I should
never reach it, ao terrible was the fury
of the blast! More than once I had ac
tually to lie down on the ground and let
it trample over me! And with the blast
came hail and heavy rain, blinding me,
emiting my cheek like whipcord, and
drawing blood, so that I could scarcely
see a yard before my fat.
At last I gained the cliff, and here I
had much ado to prevent myself from be
ing lifted up bodily and blown away. But
I threw myself on my face, and looked
eaward. Nothing was visible, only driv
ing mists and vapors. Gaining conrage
presently, I crawled down the path lead
ing to the shore. As I went I was
sometimea flattened like a rag against
the rocks, by the sheer force of the wind;
bat I persevered, and at last reached the
bottom.
I perceived, to my consternation, that
the gale had struck the boat house with
ucU force aa to sweep the wooden roof
way and dash it into fragments against
the cliffs. I crept on to the door, which
was on the lee and sheltered aide, drew
forth from my pocket the key of the pad
lock, opened it, and went In. The great
boat lay there unharmed, but was half
full of water. One of the oan had been
lifted out and snapped like a rotten
twig, but that was all.
Suddenly, aa I stood here sheltering
from the gale, I heard a sound from sea
ward, like the sound of a gun. I start
ed, listening. In a moment the sound
was repeated a vessel in distress!
Quitting - the boat honse, I , stood on
the shore, and strained my eyes against
the drifting vapors and blinding wind.
There was another faint report of a gun,
and finally the red light of a rocket,
which shot up through the black vapors
like a shooting atar, and disappeared!
Greatly agitated, I made my way np
the cliff, and reached the summit, where
I found that an excited group, composed
of fishermen and miners, had already
gathered. Among them was my uncle,
who addressed me eagerly the moment I
appeared.
"Did you say the lights, lad? Sure as
death, there be a ship on the rocks out
thar!"
"On the South Stack," said an old fish
ertnan, naming an ugly reef which lay
right acroxi the mouth of the bay, three
quarters of a mile from shore.
Suddenly the storm-smoke blew up
ward here and there, leaving visible
wild patches of tossing water. Straining
my eyes, I saw something like a white
wall of vapor rising right out to sea in
the direction of the South Stack, and
right hi Its center the black outline of a
large vessel, wedged firmly on the Jagged
rocks. I could discern a black funnel
and two mnrts, a mainmast Intact, a fore
mast broken off Just above the decks.
She was a large screw steamer, with her
back broken right across, and only saved
from aiukiiig by the very rocks which
bad destroyed ber.
How she bad got Into that fatal posi
tion It was difficult to tell. Possibly her
propeller had snapped, or the water had
swamped her engine and put them out.
More than once I fancied that I discerned
shapes like human forms clinging to or
lushed to the rigging of the mainmast,
but it was impossible to distinguish them
with any certainty.
While we stood hesitating ,the mists
rose all round the ship; and we saw, to
our amazement, that a stir was taking
place upon her decks. A boat was pre
paring to leave her sides, and, freighted
with human beluga, push away fur the
shore.
Never ah all I forget that sight! Just
in the lee of the crippled vessel, under
the cloud of white smoke which rose for
moment high above her remaining mast,
there was a heaving patch where the
boat could float In safety; but beyond It
tho waves mm again in awful crested
billows, whirling and swirling toward the
shore. Keen from our point of vautage,
the boat seemed a mere cockleshell. The
under-swell caught her anjd rushed her
along at lightning speed, and in a few
nioments she reached the broken water.
There the wind seemed to smite her side
long, and she was burled Instantaneous
ly In the trough of the sea, lint die r-
ppesred, half smothered lu siirf aud
'Hying foam. Then we aaw, rapidly ap
proaching her, a mountainous and awful
wave!
The little beat, as If It were a living
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thing, seemed to see it, too, and to strug
gle to escape. Sick with horror, I cov
ered my eyes; I could not look. Then
I heard a deep groan from the men
around me, and looked again. The boat
had gone, never to reappear. The mighty
wave had broken and was roaring shore
ward, aud amid its foam I saw, or seem
ed to see, shapes that struggled, sank
aud died.
"Man the lifeboat!" I cried. "Quick,
lads! Follow me! Look yonder! There
are living men on the deck still, and in
the rigging. Come!"
Down the path we rushed. Each man
know his place. They urged the boat,
bow forward, into the surge, and waded
with it, those the furthest from shore
wading breast deep in the waves. Thrice
we were beaten back, but at last alio
floated the men leaped in and took their
places the oars smote the boiling surge,
and out we crept to sea.
Once fairly afloat, we realiied for the
first . time the strength and fury of the
storm. Clouds of flying foam covered us,
the strong seas caught the oars and al
most tore them from the grasp, aud for
a moment we scarcely seemed to gaia a
foot of way.
More than once the seas made a clean
breach over us, but the air-tight com
partments and cushions of cork kept -us
front actually foundering. On we went,
with the light of the kindling east turn
ing from red to reddish-gold behind us,
aud the mists, struck by the new radi
ance, thiuning to seaward; and so, after
a fierce tussle with wind and water, we
came in full sight of the doomed vessel.
Stuck fast on the cruel reef, her back
broken, she was struggling like a crip
pled bird. At first I could discern no
sign of life, but as we drew nearer and
nearer, I saw one or two figures clinging
in the rigging, from which many of their
comrades had doubtless been washed
away. They saw us coming, for one of
them waved something white.
"Pull for your lives!" I cried. "There
are men aboard!"
The lads answered me with a cheer,
and the boat shot forward within a hun
dred yards of the steamer. Then I saw
a sight which filled all my soul with fear
and pity. Lashed to, or clinging to, the
mainmast, was the solitary figure of a
woman. I knew her sex by the wild
hair falling over her shoulders, and the
curious feminine grace of her form, vis
ible through a dark cloak that had been
thrown hastily upon her shoulders; but
her head was drooping and her face hid
den, and abe did not seem conscious of
what was taking place.
I told the men that a woman was
there, and though they needed no new
Incentive to give them strength, their
faces grew more animated, and I knew
they would ' have faced' fire as well as
water in such a cause. In a few minutes
more we were close at hand, rising and
falling on the white surge in the vessel's
lee.
Then the woman raised her head, and
looked in our direction. The men saw
her, and gave another cheer; but I I
could have swooned away in consterna
tion. My head went round. I looked
again and again.
Either I was mad, or dreaming, or the
face I gazed upon was that of the love
of my boyhood Madeline Graham!
CHAPTER XII.
Tea; I knew her in a moment
The lurid light of the tempestuous
morning shone full upon her face, and
on the clinging dress and cloak, which
more expressed than hid her lovely form.
Her eyes were wildly fixed, her face pale
as death; but in her features there was a
splendid self-possession far removed from
common fear.
She was fastened to the mast by a
rope. Her feet were bare, and I saw, to
my horror, that all she wore save the
great fur cloak was a night dress of
white cotton, reaching to her feet. Peer
ing more closely, I perceived that her
lips were blue, and her form shivering
with cold; indeed, it was a miracle that
she had not perirhed in the chill of that
cruel night. With an eager cry I leapt
npon the deck, and staggered up toward
Madeline Graham.
Twice I slipped to my knees, and was
driven back and bruised against the bul
warks; but the third time I succeeded,
and, reaching her side, clung to the mast,
and gazed Into ber face.
"Madeline!" I cried.
Her eyes met mine, but she gave no
sign of recognition. It was clear that
what I remembered so vividly she had
utterly forgotten.
Drawing my clasp knife, I cut her
free, and put my arms around her to
bear her back to the boat. The decks
rocked and split beneath us; she clung
to me, as if In terror. Then I watched
my chance, and, raising her bodily in my
arms, carried her to the vessel's side
and handed ber to the men.
I was about to follow her, when I
wa attracted by a wild scream, and,
turning, I perceived the figure of another
woman crawling on the deck. She was
dark-complexioned, like a mulatto, and
almost naked. Without a moment'! hes
itation, I ran to tier, and half lifted, half
dragged her, to the vessel'a side.
I now perceived that we had saved,
In addition to the two women, two white
seamen and a black man, who afterward
turned out to be the ship's cook. I clung
to the bulwarks, and looked round,
searching for any other signs of life.
"Come, lad, come!" cried my untie.
"Quick! the ship's breaking up!"
I looked at the strange sailors, who
sat shivering in the bottom of the life
boat "Are. there no more souls aboard?" I
cried.
"Not one," they answered. All the
rest bad perished in the long boat, in the
fatal attempt to reach the shore.
"Give way, lads," I cried. 'Tull for
your lives!"
Away we went through the surging
tea. Not minute too toon did we leave
the vessel; for ere wt were thirty yards
away the decks were rent asunder, and
the huge funnel toppled over and fell like
a battrlug ram upon the bulwarks, which
broke like tinder beneath the blow.
A the keel struck the sands, a dozen
men rushed in wait deep to seize the
boat; our men Joined thgin, and then,
with loog pull, strong pull, and
Teat ringing cheer, the boat was haded
high and dry, and we were safe.
My first thought was of Madeline, I
carried her Into the shelter of the boat
house. Her face and hands were cold aa
ice, and she was still swooning. Sup
porting her head on my shoulder, I
breathed her name. She looked upon me;
still there was no sign whatever of rec
ognition. Gradually I saw the color come back
to her cheeks, but very faintly.
"Anita!" she murmured, and looked
round aa if seeking someone.
The rough fellows, clustering In the
boat house, murmured aympathlaingly;
whispered encomiums on her beauty
passed from moutll to mouth. And in
dued she looked strangely lovely, oven
In her desolation ber eyes brightening,
her color coming and going, her hair
streaming over her shoulders, her neck
and arms and feet as white as driven
snow. At that moment some of the life
boat's men appeared, leading with them
the colored woman, who, the instant she
saw Madeline, sprang toward her and
knelt by her side,f hysterically sobbing
and kissing her hands.
Madeline bent over her and addressed
her lu some foreign tongue Portuguese,
I afterward discovered. She answered
volubly In the same speech. ; I suspect
ed the truth, that this black girl, was
an attendant or waiting maid of soma
sort, and that Madeline was her mis
tress. '
Turning to one of the rescued, sailors,
I questioned him concerning the lost ves
fel. She was a large trading steamer,
he said, bound from Demerara to tho
port of Loudon; her name, the Valpa
raiso. He explained that two of the
boats had been smashed into fragments
when the ship first struck. The long
boat remained, and at daybreak the first
offleer determined to make for shore. All
the crew followed him but my Informant
and two others, who preferred sticking
by the steamer to facing certain death.
The men, in fact, were mad with fright,
and for this reason, perhaps, altogether'
forgot to wait for Madeline, who had
gone below.
So the last boat left the ship. It
had not gone far when Madellue reap
peared. She would have ieen swept
away but for the assistance of the sail
ors, who strapped her to the mast as
the only chance of safety; aud as she
stood there terror-stricken, she saw the
boat engulfed with all its crew the same
sad sight which we had seen from land.
It turned out, on further questioning,
that Miss Graham was the only passen
ger, and occupied, with her colored maid,
the captain's own cabin. Her father, a
rich Demerara planter. h::d died some
months before she took passage, leaving
her ,a great inheritance. I looked at her
again, and thought how different she
was from all the other women I had
known, in her queenly grace and warmth
of beauty. Beside her, even my cousin
Annie would have looked coarse and com
mon. "Yon must not stay here." I said, ap
proaching her, "or you will catch your
death. Do you think you can ascend the
cliffs? My aunt's cottage ia close by,
and I should like to take you there at
once."
She rose at once, shivering, and took
my arni. Half leading, half supporting
her, I guided her out of the boat house
and up the steep ascent leading to the
summit of the crag, my uncle helping her
upon the other ride. Some of the others
followed, leading the colored girl. I con
ducted ber to our cottage and handed her
over to the care of my kind aunt.
Thus God, in a mysterious fashion, had
restored to me the being who had been
to me for so many years a aweet memory
and a delightful vision. I felt strangely
happy, yet troubled. When my aunt had
led Madeline to a chamber upstairs,
where she tended her with motherly
sympathy and. tenderness, I sat in the
kitchen, waiting and wondering, like one
in a dream.
(To be continued.
Three Ulack Crows Again.
In writing about the cowboys of
South America, Paul Fountain repre
sents them aa having been maligned
by other travelers who had not ciwne
In contact with the men themselves,
but bad listened to stories told about
them. To show that such stories In
crease as the square of the distance,
he tells the following anecdote, which
reminds one of the classic three black
crows:
A friend was traveling on foot to a
place which he called "Chip City." At
the first stop his boat exclaimed:
"What! Going to Chip? Why, they
killed seventeen men there in a street
fight last week!"
The next day the host with whom
he happened to stop varied the story
thus:
"Going to Chip? Terrible place!
Why, they stabbed twelve men to
death there a month ago!"
At the third stopping place the story
was:
"I wouldu't go to Chip If I were
you. Worst rowdies In the State. Six
weeks ngo they shot seven men in cold
blood."
At the week's end it was:
"Not a nice place, Chip. Three
months ago they killed two men in the
street."
Arrived at Chip City, which was a
mining place, my friend found that a
single man hnd been killed In a fair
fight about two years previously.
Feminine Figure.
"No," said the woman In the case; "I
cannot marry you; the disparity In our
ago Is an Insurmountable barrier,"
"But," answered the man who would
a hubby be, "you admit to having cele
brated twenty-two birthday anniver
saries, and I am only tea years your
senior."
"True,'' asld the fair one; "but think
of the difference twenty years hence;
you will be 52 and I will bo 27."
And, being a wise man, he said Dcv
er a word, but let It go at that.
Dr. Calinette of Lille, by Immunizing
horses with a mixture of make venoms,
of which cobra venom Is tho
principal Ingredient, has produced an
anti-venomous serum which Is reliable
In cases of cobra bite.
Calumny would soon starve and die
of Itself If nobody took It In and guv
It a lodging. Lelghtou.
CHILDREN STILL.
We seek no more a dally prise.
Nor triumph in our dreams.
do changed the luster of the aklea,
So faint and few the gleams.
Vet cornea anew, when others play,
That unforgotten thrill.
And are we dull and okl to-day,
Or only children still?
We loved the battle once, but now
We are not overbold,
There's wisdom on the weary brow,
And In our hearts the cold.
Vet In the light of eager eyes
We lose the wintry chill.
And then we are not overwlse,
But simple children still.
The visions of our glorious youth
Have faded long ago;
We hope no more to find the truth,
And should we care to know?
Not ours to scale the viewless height,
But there's a purple bill,
And still we gladden at the sight
And climb as children still.
How much of all the good we planned
Is perfect or begun?
Who watched the lifting of Ood'a hand,
And walta for his "well done"?
But when the children whom we love
The good we missed fulfill.
Tli imk God our hearts prevail to prove
The hearts of children still.
Loudon Saturday Review.
Her Inconsistency. f
FROM the open windows came
music by the orchestra In the
ballroom ou the further side of
the house, softened by distance. Moon
light, broken up by intervening trees
Into bars and splotches of golden ra
diance, lay ail about them as they
walked up and down the veranda.
"The right kind of a woman always
appreciates a proposal of marriage
from any man aa a great compliment
Coming from you it is the much more
to be valued, but I cannot marry you,"
said the woman.
"I have to thank you for having lis
tened to me so patiently. Might I tres
pass's little more upon your good na
ture and ask permission to discuss the
matter further with you?"
"No amount of discussion can profit
either of us, so far as I can see. But
aa I have said, in asking me to marry
you a great compliment was paid me,
aud, in return for that compliment, I
suppose I owe you permission to In
dulge your love for discussion or argu-
ment"
"Thanks for the permission," said
the man, still In bis stolid manner. "I
cannot recognize my proposal as. In
any sense, a compliment, but I am
willing that you should. If you wish,
take the manner In which I made it
as a compliment. Recognizing the
splendid development of your own
logical faculties, I have made my offer
of marriage in perfectly buslneas-IIke
form. I have heard you often declare
that a ' contract of marriage ia like
any other contract, and should be en
tered into only when both parties are
fully aware of what they are doing."
Do you think women are ever en
tirely consistent?" Interrupted the wo
man.
The man looked a trifle surprised
and replied:
"At least I give you credit for hav
ing a splendidly consistent mind. You
do not mean that I have erred In my
manner of proposing, that you would
have preferred more of an air of ro
mance, and all that sort of tiling?"
Now the situation is something like
this," continued the man In very much
the same tone of voice that be
would have used In arguing an im
portant case before the Supreme
Court. "Vou are twenty-nine or is
It thirty? years old, have a repura
tlon as a beauty, and all that Vou
can, I know, marry any one of two
or three men who can offer you at
least as much as I, but modesty was
never a prevailing characteristic of
mine, and I have not feared to meas
ure myself with these other men.
"On the other hand, I can give you
pretty much anything you desire that
costs money. I stand well in my pro
fession, and have prospects of soon
being near the top of It Altogether,
I am satisfied that any one would call
It a very suitable match all around."
"Does the prosecution here close Its
case?" Inquired the woman, laughing a
little.
"I hardly care to regard the matter
as one of prosecution and defence,"
said the man Imperturbably, "but If
you wish to use the terms I am forced
to admit their applicability. Will the
defence rest Its case on tho testimony
submitted by the prosecution, or will
It elect to submit an argument?"
"The defence will submit an argu
ment," replied the womnn. "I admit
that the match would bo, as you say,
pronounced sultablo to every one. As
for the two or three other men whom
you aver that I can marry at any time,
I cannot answer. I hnve noticed that
tho number of my proposals has been
falling off of late, and attributed the
fact to advancing age you were light
when jou said I was thirty. I may
close the discussion by saying that I
have made up my mind to become an
old mold."
"Far be it from me to say anything
against those estimable members of
society the old maids," said the man,
"but I do not think you will ever bo
one of them. A wise man once said
that the cowl of a monk hide either
a disappointed lover or a great rascal,
and while I do not Indorse his opin
ion uiinualllledly, I am Arm in tho be
lief that every old maid Is a woman
who was disappointed lu love or who
was teo cold-bloodedly selfish ever to
PATROLLING THE TRANS-SIBERIAN RAILWAY.
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One of the great necessities incumbent upon Uussla In tho present Knst
em war la that of keeping open her railroad communication with the west
ern portions of her great empire. Over the single track Sllierlan railroad
must be forwarded all her re-enforeemenU and supplies, so that any serious
interruption of trafllc, whether by bandit or Japanese spies, might prove
disastrous. The railroad Is carefully patrolled In the entire Manchurlan
region by Cossacks and so thorough is the system of supervision that no
serious Injury has been inflicted on It, notwithstanding that the country la
warming with bandits, said to be organised and In case led by Japanese
otllcers. Russian staff olllcera frequently Inspect the line and see that the
Cossacks are performing their duties. These offlccr are mounted on tri
cycles, with which they readily cover great dlatance. Our illustration I
from the Illustrated Indon News.
mnrry. Surely you do not come in
either class?"
"No," said the woman, reflectively,
"I can't say that I do. and yet "
Tertian," said the man, and now
hi voice wa very gentle, a though he
feared he might here touch some old
wound unwittingly, "there 1 in your
life some romance which I have not
guessed. Believe me, I would not
wound you for worlds, and I trust you
will pardon my clumsy speech."
"Oh, I am not a blighted being, nev
er fear," this with a laugh that did
not ring altogether of merriment
"Then your refusal to marry me la
not based upon the ground that you
prefer ome other man?"
"No. I am not In love with Mine
other man."
"Then why not marry me?"
"I have given you the best of a
a woman' reasons, 'because.' "
"But your refusal of me 1 final, I
may take it?"
yes" the "yes" with an almost
Inaudible sigh, a sigh so nearly inaud
ible that it did not reach the man.
He had thrown away hi cigar and
stood for a moment gazing out toward
the trees. Then he began to speak,
and his voice wns harsh with feeling
that had been restrained.
"I think I quite forgot to mention
one thing In my proposal. I did not say
that I love you very dearly; that, not
wishing to be a beggar of love, I have
waited all these year to be in a posi
tion to offer you the things which I
mentioned as rendering me eligible for
your hand. You, who are so cool and
culm, what can you know of love and
passion? Now, I know that I have
worked all these years in vain no,
not altogether In vain for I am go
ing to kiss you once, here and now,
if it means the loss of all the little
that is left me of your regard."
He gathered her In hi strong arm
and kissed her, not once, but many
times, on her forehead, on her eye and
on her Hps, and then released her, with
the full consciousness that he had
done an unpardonable thing which be
did not regret
But the woman held out her arms
to hi m and said:
'Oh, Jack, dear, why didn't you tell
me that yon loved me at first" San
Francisco Call.
CUT THROUGH SOLID ROCK.
Centuries Elapsed Ht-for. Completion of
Corinthian Oanul,
"Speaking of canals," said the en
gineer who had been talking about
Panama, "a very Interesting canul,
and one not much heard of, Is that
connecting the Gulf of Corinth and
the Gulf of Aeglna In Greece. It'
some older tlmn any we have In the
Western hemisphere, also, for Porta n-
der, tyrant of Corinth, proposed to
cut through the Isthmus us long ago
n six hundred years before Christ.
Superstition stopped him, however.
Julius Cnesnr and Caligula took It up
again when Home bad hold of Greece,
but it wa too much for them. Then
came Nero, and he went nt It with
vigor, but tho work stopped when he
died. Others kept pounding away at
It for the next several hundred years,
but It wa not until 1M81 that real
work of the, Nero energy wa put
upon It. Then Gen. Turr, ulilc-do-rnnip
to Victor Emmanuel of Italy, organ
l.ed n company and worked on till
the money gave out In 1S!M), tho chief
obstacle being some kind of a flint
which dynamite couldn't break.
"About flO,(XM),0()0 wa spent up to
IRIX), and then Mr. Syngro took hold,
organized a new company, with $!)tl5,
(XX) working capital, and finished the
Job in 1803. It 1 only about four
mile long, but it la (10 feet wide at
the Iwittom, about SO feet at waterllne,
2tl feet and 3 luche deep In water,
and It is cut nearly all the way
through solid rock, rising at some
Mjlnt for 2(10 feet above the canal.
It I like a canyon, and ship do not
take kindly to It. the entrance being
bad, a strong wind blowing through
It a through a great air shaft, aud
there I at time a strong reverse
current It Is an Interesting trip
through the canal, aud it save I'ii
mile of very rough water and 20
hour of time; but so far skipper pre
fer to go around the peninsula rather
than through the canal, though with
some changes which will be made it
Is believed the canal will become of
general use as soon as a few ships
begin to use It and remove the pre
judice now existing against It." Com
fort
Tagging at Fish.
The United State Ilsli commission
bus contracted the small boys' habit
of tagging fishes. Metul tags are f lis
tened to marine fishes, which are let
loose In the ocean with the Idea of
Identifying tncin in caso they are
ciiught at any future time.
The tag, which is light and made of
copper, Is securely fastened by a wire
passed tnrougn a nu near it Junction
with the body. No two tags are alike.
each having its own markings. Flf-
tn bundred( cod were thus duly
tagged and relensed last spring on the
New England coast. Tho ohlect of
the tagging 1 to ascertain the rate at
which a cod grows, tho frequency of
it spawning and the extent of It
travel In the ocean.
The same experiment I being tried
this year with young salmon, artltl
clolly hatchet, for the river of the
Pacific coast. The fishes are "llnger-
llngs," about three, Inches long. In
this way It is expected that the aim
at which the salmon comes from the
sea to spawn will bo ascertained; also
the rate of growth and the tierceiitiiro
of fry that attain maturity. The ex
periment Is an Interesting one and
has an obvious bearing on lish culture
problems.
One Gentu and Another,
"A genius Is a genius whether he'
rich or poor. There' really no differ
ence "
"Pardon me, there I a slight differ
ence. A rich genius can afford to let
bis hair grow long; a poor genius can t
afford to get it cut" Philadelphia
Press.
A Hard Worker.
"You oughter git mo a Job," the of.
flee seeker said. "Why, I done the
work of a dozen men fur you on elec
tion day."
"You did?" replied the successful
candidate, Incredulously.
"Sure! I voted for you twelve time."
Philadelphia Public Ledger.
WorklnKincn'a Wages,
Wage In the United State In the
nverago are more than twice those In
Belgium, three time those of Den
mark, Germany, Italy and Spain and
one and one-half those In England and
Scotland.