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By Hcsba Stretton
CHAPTEIi XV.—(Continued.)
That brought to my mind what I had
almost forgotten—the woman whom my
Imprudent curiosity had brought into
pursuit of her. I felt ready to curse my
folly aloud, as I did in my heart, for
having gone to Messrs. Scott and Brown.
"Olivia,” I said, "there is a woman in
Guernsey who has some clue to you----
But I could say no more, for I thought
she would huve fallen to tbe ground in
her terror. I drew her hand through my
arm and hastened to reassure her.
“No harm can come to you,” I contin
ued, “whilst Tardif and I are here to pro
tect you. Do not frighten yourself; we
will defend you from every danger.”
"Martin,” she whispered—and the
pleasant familiarity of my name spoken
by her gave me a sharp pang, almost of
gladness—"no one can help me or de
fend me. The law would compel me to
go back to him. A woman's heart may
be broken without the law being broken.
I could prove nothing that would give
me a right to be free—nothing. So 1
took it into my own hands. I tell you I
would rather have been drowned this
afternoon. Why did you save me?”
I did not answer, except by pressing
her band against my side. I hurried her
on silently towards tbe cottage. She
was shivering in her cold, wet dress, and
trembling with fear. It was plain to me
that even her fine health should not be
trifle!! with, and I loved her too tenderly,
her poor, shivering, trembling frame, to
let her suffer if I could help it. When
we reached the foldyard gate, I stopped
her for a moment to speak only a few
words.
“Go in,” I said, "and change every one
of your wet clothes, I will see you again,
once again, when we can talk with one
another calmly. God bless and take care
of you, my il"fling!"
She smiled faintly, anil laid her bun I
in mine.
“You forgive me?” she said.
"Forgive you!” I repeated,»kissing the
small brown hand lingeringly; "I have
nothing to forgive.”
She went on across the little fold.
Then I made my way, blind and deaf, to
th» edge of the cliff, seeing nothing, hear
ing ’nothing. I flung myself down on the
tuff, with my face to tile ground, to
hide my eyes from the staring light of
the, summer sun.
Married? That was what she had sttd.
It Bhut out all hope for the future. She
must have been a mere child four years
ago; she looked very young and girlish
still. Anil Iler husband treated her ill—
my Olivia, for whom I had given up all
I had to give. She said the law would
compel her to return to him, and I < Ould
do nothing, I could not interfere even
to save her from a life which was worse
to her than death.
My heart was caught in a vice, and
there was no escape from the torture of
Its relentless grip. Whichever way I
looked there was sorrow and despair.
1 wished, with a faint-heartedness I had
Defer felt before, that Olivia and I had
Indeed perished together down in the
caves where the tide was now sweeping
below me.
“Martin!” sail a dear, low, tender
tone in my ear, wlib h could never be
deaf to that voice. I looked up at Oliviu
without moving. My bend was at her
feet, and I laid my hand upon the hem
of Iter dress.
"Martin,” she said again, “see, I have
brought you Tardif’s coat in place of
your own. You must not lie here in thia
way. Cnptain Carey's yacht is waiting
for you below.”
I staggered giddily when I stood on nty
feet, and only Olivia's look of pain stead
led me. She had been weeping bitterly.
I could not trust myself to look in her
face again. Tardif was standing behind
her, regarding us both with great con
cent.
“Doctor," he said, “when I came in
from my lobster-pots, the captain sent
a message by me to say the suu would lie
gone down before you reach Guernsey,
lie has come round to the Havre Gosse
lin. I'll walk down the cliff with you.”
“Take care of inam'selle," I said, when
we hud reached ths top of the ladder, and
tbe little boat from the yacht was danc
ing at the foot of It. “There is some
dauger ahead, aud you can protect her
better than I."
“Yes, yes." he replied; "you may trust
her with me. But God knows I should
base l>eeu glad if it had gone well with
you."
CHAPTER XVI.
My mother paiseil a rut less and agi
fated night, and I, who aat up with her.
was compelled to llaten to all her la
mentation«. But towards the inorninz
■lie fell Into a heavy sleep, likely to last
for some hours. 1 < ould leave her hi
perfect security; and at an early hour I
went down to Julia's house, strung up
to bear' the worst, mil intending to hate
It all out with her, and put her on her
guard before she paid her daily visit to
our house. She must have some hours
for her excitement and rejoicing to bub
ble over, before she came to talk about
It to my mother.
"I wlah to see Miss Dobree," I said to
the girl who quickly answered my nolay
peal of the house bell.
“Please, air," was her reply, "ahe and
Mias Daltrey are gone to Sark with Cap
tain Carey.”
“Gone to Sark!" I repeated In utter
• niaiement.
“Yes. Dr. Martin. They started quite
early becauae of the tide, and Captain
Carey's man brought the carriage to take
them to St. Sampson's. I don't look for
them back before evening.”
••When did they make up their min!«
to go to Sark?" I Inquired anxiously.
“Only late last night, sir," she answer
ed.
Why were Julia and Kate Da’.trey gone
to Sark? What could they hive to do
with Olivia? It made me almost wild
with anger to think of them finding
Olivia, and talking to her perhaps of me
and my love questioning her, arguing
with her. tprmenting her!
The bam
thought of those two badgering my Olivia
W|( enough to drive me frantic.
la *be cool twilight, Julia anl Kate
Daltrey were announced. I was about
to withdraw from my mother’s room, in
conformity with the etiquette established
amongst us, when Julia recalled me in
a gentler voice than she had used to
wards me since the day of my fatal con
fession.
“Stay, Martin," she said; "what we
have to tell concerns you more than any
one.”
I sat down again by my mather’s sofa,
and she took my hand between both her
own, fondling it In the dusk.
“It is about Olivia,” I said in as cool
a tone as I could command.
“Yes,” answered Julia; “we have seen
her, and we have found out why she
has refused you. She is married al
ready.”
“She told me so yesterday,” I replied.
“Told you so yesterday!" repeated Ju
lia in an accent of chagrin. "If we had
only known that we might have saved
ourselves the passage across to Sark.”
"My dear Julia.” exclaimed my mother,
feverishly, "do tell us all about it, and
begin at the beginning."
There was nothing Julia liked so much,
or could do so well, as to give a circum
stantial account of anything she had
done. She could relate minute detai s
with so much accuracy that when one
was lazy or unoccupied it was pleasant
to listen. My mo'her enjoled, with all
the delight of a woman, the small touches
by which Julia embellished her sketches.
I resigned myself tor hearing a long his
tory, when I was burning to ask one or
two questions and have done with the
topic.
“To begin nt the beginning, then,” said
Julia, "dear Cnptain Carey came into
onlat, and ho died when she was fifteen,
leaving her in the charge of her step
mother, Richard Foster's aunt.
The
match was ona of the stepmother's mak
ing, for Olivia was little better than a
child. Richard was glad enough to get
her income. One-third of it was settled
upon her absolutely. Richard was look
ing forward eagerly to her being one and-
twenty, for be had made ducks and
drakes of his own property, and tried to
do the same with mine. He would have
done so with his wife's; but a few weeks
before Olivia’s twenty-first birthday she
disappeared mysteriously.
There her
fortune lies, and Richard has no more
power than I have to touch It. He can
not even claim the money lying in the
Bank of Australia, which has been re
mitted by her trustees; nor can Olivia
claim It without making herself known
to him. It la a/mmulating there, while
both of them are on the verge of pov
erty.”
"But he must have been very cruel to
her before she would run away!” said
my mother in a pitiful voice.
“Cruel!” repeated Kate Daltrey. “Weil,
there are many kinds of cruelty, 1 do
not suppose Richard would ever trans
gress the limits of the law. But Olivia
was one of those girls who can suffer
great torture—mental torture I mean.
Even I could not live in the same house
with Richard, and she was a dreamy,
sensitive, romantic child, with as much
knowledge of the world as a baby. I
was astonished to hear she had had dar
ing enough to leave him.”
“But there must be some protection for
her from the law,” I said, thinking of the
bold, coarse woman, no doubt his asso
ciate, who was in pursuit of Olivia. “She
might sue for a judicial separation, at
the least, if not a divorce.”
“I am quite sure nothing could be
brought against him in a court of law,”
she answered. “He is very wary an!
cunning, and knows very well what he
may do and what he may not do. A
few months before Olivia’s flight, he in
troduced a woman as her companion. He
calls her his cousin. Since I saw her
this morning I have been thinking of her
position in every light, and I really do
not see anything she could have done,
except running away as she did, or mak
week, alone and independent of Captain
Carey. The time passed heavily, and
on the following Monday I went on board
‘ the steamer. I had not been on deck two
1 minutes when I saw my patieut step on
! after me. The last clue was in her fin
gers now, that was evident.
She did not see me at first; but her sir
was exultant and satisfied. There was
no face on board so elated and flushed.
I kept out of her way as long as I could
without consigning myself to the black
hole of the cabin; but at last she caught
sight of me, aud came down to the fore
castle to claim me as an acquaintance.
"Ha, ha! Dr. Dobree!” she exclaimed;
“so you are going to visit Sark, too?”
“Yes,” I answered more curtly than
courteously.
(To be continued.)
GIANT OF INDUSTRY.
SENATOR CLARK, THE WORLD’S
RICHEST BUSINESS MAN.
Hla Ch in of Properties, from Maine
to California, Includes a Quarry,
Miaes, Ranches, Street Railways and
Other Thinaa.
By the purchase of a granite quarry
in Maine, Senator W. A. Clark, of Mon
tana, king of all copper kings, manu
facturer, banker, publisher, sugar re
finer, rubber grower, lumber operator,
railroad builder, coal miner and many,
A Horrid Mean Thing.
many times a millionaire, says the
They sat in a swing, half-hidden by l’lttsburg Dispatch, has completed a
the fragrant shrubbery of an east end chain of Industries from Maine to Cali
lawn. She was trying to make him fornia, and from the Gulf of Mexico to
jealous, which he had penetration the Canadian border.
enough to descry and experience
Up in North Jay, Maine, he lias
enough with her sex to remain provok- j bought and equipped a quarry with
lngly calm.
3(A),(XX) tons of beautiful white granite
All the rapturous adjectives of her in sight, he says. Away off across the
high-school vocabulary were pressed continent in Southern California, 3.600
into praise of a rival, says the Mem j miles away, he owns a monster range
phis Scimitar.
of countless acres devoted to beet sugar
“He Is Just the most perfectly lovely raising. On the Gulf of Mexico he
man I ever met,” she fervently de owns another big range of 130, (X j O
claimed, clasping her hands above her acres devoted to the growth of rubber
heart and lifting her lustrous orbs trees aud coffee. Thousands of miles
moonward.
north, in the State of Montana, he
“He must be a bird,” he suggested owns mines, banks, street railways,
nonchalantly.
real estate, lumber mills and lots of
“Such adorable eyes; such a low, mu other things, besides being a United
sical voice, as full of soul as the mur States Senator. Between these four
mur of a meadow brook. And, oh! he points of the compass Sena: or Clark Is
sings divinely.”
the active head of various industries of
“Sorry I never met your friend,” he his own creating.
said In a tone irritatingly practical, ac
lias Never Failed.
companied with a yawn artistically
No record of industrial failure has
audible.
I even been entered against this man.
“Oh, I do so want you to meet him. Everything he has taken hold of has re
I know you will like him. He Is fond sulted In great and undivided divi
of poetry and music, and he drives the dends. For Senator Clark is not a head
loveliest horses---- ”
| or part of a combine or corporation. He
“Eh! Whom does he drive for?”
himself Is the head, the heart, the soul,
And a few minutes later the swing j the creator, the director aud general
swung emptily.
Much Abbreviated.
A customer from one of the suburbs
dropped into a paint shop, took a slip
of paper from his pocket, looked at It,
knitted his brows, shook his head, put
on his glasses, inspected the paper
again, and gave It up as a bad job.
“I made a hasty memorandum,” he
said to the proprietor of the shop, “of
something I was to call here and buy,
but I trusted too much to my memory.
I seem to have jotted down nothing but
the initials, and I've forgotten what
they mean.”
“Let me see the memorandum.” said
the proprietor. “It may be that I can
help you.”
"It’s nothing but three letters,” re
plied the customer, handing it over.
“Only ‘C. P. A.’ ”
“So I see. ‘C. P. A.’ Why, that's
sepia, a kind ,of brow’n paint. Wasn’t
J
that It?”
“What a fool I am! Of course it '
was."
He got his sepia, threw a big red ap 1
ple on the counter In lieu of “hush I
money,” and went away with a sheep
ish look on his face.
YOU WILL FEEL MELANCHOLY BY AND-BY.
town very late last night to talk to ns
about Martin, aud how the girl in Sark
had refused him. I was very much as
Captain
tonished, very mil b indeed!
Carey said that he and dear Johanna
had come to the conclusion that the girl
felt some delicacy, perhaps, because of
Martin's engagement to me. We talked
it over as friends, and thought of you.
dear aunt, and your grief and disappoint
ment. till all at once I made up my mind
in a moment. ‘I will go over to Sark and
see the girl myself,' I said. 'Will you?’
said Captain Carey. ‘Oh. no. Julia, it
will be too much for you.' 'It would have
been a few weeks ago,' I said; ‘but now
I could do anything to give aunt Dobree
a moment's happiness,' "
“Heaven bless you, Julia.“ I interrupt
ed, going across to her and kissing her
cheek impetuously.
“There, don’t stop me, Martin," she
said earnestly. “Bo it was arranged off-
han 1 that Captain Carey should send
for us to St. Sampson’s this morn ng.
and take us over to Sar.
We had a
splendid passage. Kate was in raptures
with the landing place, and the lowly
lane leading up into the island. We turn
e,l down the nearest way to Tardif's.
Well, you know that brown pool in the
lane leading to the Havre Gosselin? Just
there, where there are some low. weath
er-beaten trees meeting overload an I
making a long green aisle, we saw all in
a moment a slim, erect, very young look
ing girl coming towards us. I knew in
an Instant that it was Miss Olllvier."
She paused for a minute. How plainly
I could see the picture!
The arching
trees, and the aunlieams playing fondly
with her shining golden hair! 1 held my
breath to listen.
"What completely startle 1 me," said
Julia, “was that Kate suddenly darted
forward and ran to meet her, crying,
'Olivia!' ”
“How does she know her?" I exclaim
ed.
"Hush. Martin! Don't Interrupt me.
The girl went so deadly pale, I thought
she was going to taint, but she did not.
She stood for a minute looking at Us.
and then she burst into the most dread
ful fit of crying! I have always thought
her name wan Olllvier. and so did Kate.
'For pity's sake,' said the girl, 'if you
have any pity, leave me here in peace—do
not betray me'
"Hut what does it all mean?" asked
my mother, whilst I paced to and fro in
the dim room, scarcely able to control
my impatience, yet afraid to queetiou
Julia too eagerly.
"I can tell you," said Kate Daltrey
In her cold, deliberate tones; "she is the
wife of my half brother. Richard Foster,
who married her more than four years
ago In Melbonrne; and she ran away from
him last October, and has not been heard
of since."
"Then yon know her whole history.” I
sail, approaching her and pausing be
fore her. "Are yon at liberty to tell it
to us?"
“Certainly." she answered; “it is no
secret. Her father was a wealthy eat
ing up her mind to be deaf and blind and
dumb.”
"But could he not be induced to leave
her in peace if she gave up a portion of
her property?” I asked.
“Why should he?” she retorted. "If
she was in his hands the whole of the
property would be Ills. He will never
release her—never. No, her only chance
is to hide herself from him. The law
ennnot deal with wrongs like hers, be
cause they are as light as air apparently,
though they are as all-pervading as air
is, and as poisonous as air can be. They
are like choke-damp, only not quite fa
tal. He is as crafty and cunning as a
serpent. He could prove himself the
kindest, most considerate of busban 'a.
and Olivia next thing to an idiot. Oh.
it is ridiculous to think of pitting a girl
like her against him!"
"But what can be done for her?" I ask
ed vehemently and passionately.
“My
poor Olivia! what can I do to protect
her?"
"Nothing!" replied Kate Daltrey. cold
ly. “Her only < hance is concealment,
and what a poor chance that is! I went
over to Sark, never thinking that your
Miss Olllvier whom I had heard so much
of was Olivia Foster. It is an out-of-the-
world place; but so much the more read
ily they will find her, if they once get a
clue. A hare is soon caught when it can
not double; and how could Olivia escape
if they only traced her to Sark?"
My dread of the woman into whose
hands my imbecile curiosity had put the
clue was growing greater every minute.
It seemed as if Olivia could not be safe
now. day or night; yet what protection
could I or Tardif give to her?
"You will not betray her?" I said to
Kate Daltrey. though feeling all the time
that I could not trust her in the smallest
degree.
“I have promised dear Julia that.” she
answered.
It became my duty to keep a strict
watch over the woman who had come to
Guernsey to find Olivia. If possible I
must decoy her away from the lowly
nest where my helpless bird was shel
tered. She had not sent for me agaiu.
but I called upon her the next morning
professionally, aud stayed some time
talking with her. But nothing results 1
from the visit beyond the assurance that
she had not yet made any progress to
wards the discovery of my secret.
Neither did I feel quite safe abont
Kate Daltrey. She gave me the impres
sion of being as crafty and cunning as
she described her half-brother. Did she
know this woman by sight? That was a
question I could not answer. There was
another question hanging upon it. If
she saw her. would she not in some.wiy
contrive to give her a sufficient hint, with
out posi;ively breaking her promise to
Julia? Kate Daltrey's uame did not
appear in ths newspapers among the list
of visitors, as she was staying in a pr-
vate bouse; but she an I this woman
might meet any day in the streets or on
the pier.
1 had to cross over to Sark the usxt
SSXATOB WILLIAM A. CLARK.
superintendent He is a master of de-
tails, a systematlzer, and therein, he
says, lies the secret of Ids successful
business < -treer.
Men who know botli say W. A. Clerk
Is head and shoulders above J. Pierpont
Morgan as a business man. Clark cre
ates industries; Morgan formulates
The Anthem Again.
combines to absorb created industries.
The “Messiah” was sung recently In
Clark alone runs his mighty business;
Philadelphia, and one of the anthems Morgan doesn’t. No mind but the Sen
rendered by the chorus had as Its ator's from Montana is recognized in
theme. “We have turned every one to his affairs. No board of directors pass
his own way.” As anthems go, this upon his ideas. lie is the whole thing.
sounded somewhat as follows: "We It Isn’t so with Morgan. Everything
have turned, turned turned—we have he Is connected with lies Its board of
turned, yes. we have—we have turned directors, each of whom conceives
every one, every one to his own way, Ideas and nurses them as tenderly as
own way—every one to his own way.” Morgan.
The anthem Involved several pages of
The purpose of Clnrk in purchasing
music, and every time the chorus sang the quarry was to supply granite for
"we have turned, turned, turned.” his New York mansion. Every piece
they proceeded to turn over to the next of granite is cut to fit a certain place
page, and then burst out again with ’ In the growing palace in New Y'ork.
“we have turned, turned!” A certain j The quarrymen have the architect's
plain citizen, rather elderly, who sat plans to go by and each piece of gran
well In the rear, not appreciating the ite Is numbered to correspond with the
delicate sentiment was heard to mut number in the specifications. The
ter. disgustedly, "AVell. when you get quarry yields a beautiful white granite
through turnin', turnin’ them gol- j of a kind unlike any other in the world.
derned pages, suppose you shot up Due hundred skilled quarry men with
about it!"—Harper's Magazine.
compressed air drills carve out huge
slices of this pure granite, each slice
Why Locomotives Are Numliered.
being destined to fit a specified niche
A prominent railroad man tells me in the New York mansion. Seventy-
that the old custom of naming engines five skilled stone cutters receive the
Instead of numbering them was done granite nt Portland and chip the slices
away with because there was such a , Into dressed condition. Then tbe
pressure brought to bear In favor of dressed slices are wrapped In bagging,
this, that and the other locality. The garnished with slats and shipped by
various Influences used became so an train or boat to New Y'ork. Senator
noying to the officials that they decided Clark waited nearly two years for a
to adopt the plan of numbering the loco certain company to furnish the granite
motives, which was done. A similar and then brushed them aside, bought a
nuisance exists at Washington In the quarry adjoining the procrastinating
Navy Department. Probably during the company’s works and equipped It hiin-
late war Secretary Long was pestered i self.
more with people who wanted vessels
Richest Pnsleea« Man.
named In honor of somebody or some
Senator Clark Is 63 years old, me
thing than he was with all the other dium height, slender and wiry. His
questions which came before him put most striking feature Is found In his
together.—Boston Record.
eyes. Clear, steady, piercing, they
reach one's thoughts before they are
Writer and Header.
put In words. Eyes that seem like
A good and perhaps an old story flashes of burnished steel, at first, they
conn's from the Persian. A man went change to gray-blue at near range.
to a professional scribe, and asked him They are g>xxl eyes—nothing sinister or
to write a letter.
underhanded lurk in their depths. With
"I cannot,” said the scribe. “I have eyes like these a man can see clearly
a pain In my foot.”
his own plans and perceive more clear
"A pain In your foot? What has that ly points tn nn opponent's campaign.
to do with It? I don't want to send Ten years hence It 1» admitted on all
you anywhere.”
sides that Senator Clark will be the
"No. sir," said the man. "hut when richest man In the world. He keeps no
ever I write a letter for any one, I am costly racing stable, steam yacht; he
always sent for to read It. because no doesn't risk Ills great fortune In stock
one else can make It out."
gambling. Even to-day hi» is known to
lie the richest buslneee man In Ameri
Telephone Speed.
Where the telephone wires are over ca. His income Is abont $8.000.000 a
land the speed of transm sslon Is at the year, and Is growing apace. His wealth
rate of 16,(MM> miles a second; where the Is unknown to all men except himself.
wires are through cables under the sea, It has been estimated at $00.000,000,
tbe speed Is not more than 0.080 miles a and from that figure up to $150,000,000.
Every dollar of bis great fortune has
second.
been actually earned. Not a penny of
If the cook breaks only one dish a i It has been won or lost in stock specu
week. It Is on Sunday, when the man of lation.
the house Is home to bear the crash. and
Senator Clark owns several mining
grumble about it.
properties and a smelter at Butte. He
owns the biggest banking institution In
the whole Northwest. He owns twen
ty-five miles of street railway. He
owns a big dally newspaper plant. He
owns thousands of dollars' worth of
real estate. He owns big business
blocks. He owns the Opera House. In
other parts of Montana he owns live
newspapers, timber tracts and lumber
mills, coal mines and ranches. He
owns and operates mines in Idaho, Ne
vada and Colorado. He owns the
franchise and Is building a railroad
from Utah to Southern California. He
owns a controlling Interest In a daily
paper in Salt Lake City. In Arizona
he owns the rich United Verde copper
mines, said to be worth $200,(MX),000.
He own a ranch of 300,000 acres In
Southern California devoted to beet
sugar raising, the first one of any con
sequence started in this country. He
owns ami operates a large coal mine In
Mexico. On the Gulf of Mexico, on
the Mexico side, he owns a vast tract
of fertile land which Is to be utilized
in growing rubber and coffee. This la
one of Senator Clark's latest projects.
The work of setting out rubber trees
Is now being pushed ahead and will not
be finished until 1,000,000 trees are
planted. When five or six years old
these trees will each yield $1 worth of
raw material.-- One of the largest of
Senator Clark’s industries Is the Wa-
clark Copper Wire Company of New
Jersey. This plant treats the copper
bricks from the Senator’s smelters and
turns them into coils of high-priced
wire ready for the hardware market.
CANADA
VS.
PHYSICAL FACTS.
Risoroua Climate anl Dangerous Wa
ter« Hold Dominion hack.
In 1807, when Sir Wilfrid Laurier was
enjoying himself as one of the colonial
premiers who took a leading part in the
queen’s jubilee lu London, both In Lon
don aud lu Paris, particularly in Paris,
he went out of his way to slur the Uni
ted States and palut a future for Can
ada, which largely Ignored the physio
graphic, hydrographic and climatic
facts. Canada was to surpass the Uni
ted States as only a first magnitude
star could surpass another and lesser
star in glory. But, unfortunately, the
climatic facts will not down. Immi
grants will not go to a country that has
six months winter and an uncertain
summer, with wretched communica
tions and shipping interests are avoid
ing a route to the new world that Is no
torious for its dangers.
Though the slow growth of the pop
ulation of Canada lias worried the lead
ers of the dominion aud the Canadian
publicists, they are still taking cold
comfort in the alleged fact that the
growth of Canada, “when one consid
ers the healthy and stable character of
this increase, as compared with tbe
vast hordes of impoverished alien out
casts who contribute so largely to the
increase for the corresponding period
lu the neighboring republic of Amer
ica,” gives slight cause for disappoint
ment. Moreover, they are still pointing
out that the climacteric moment Is
about to arrive when the tide will turn
and Canada's snowy wastes will swarm
with untold millions of people and Its
dangerous waters will be crowded with
busy shipping. But the facts are oth
erwise. The recent census of Canada
reveals an Increase of 9.7 per cent only,
which gives a total population of 5,300,-
(XX). Just one million. In round numbers,
behind Pennsylvania's population of
6,301,365. From these figures of Cana
dian growth and the known total of im
migration, It is clear there is no move
ment of immigrants from the United
States to Canada as has been asserted,
nor any repatriation of thrifty Cana
dians who have sought tbe United
States in order to “earn a living," nor
any drift from the old world.
Moreover, while the census reveals
the fact that the world still gives some
attention to the snow line, and to the
isothermal of zero weather, an even
more serious blow has l>een struck at
Canada's claims by the refusal of Brit
ish Insurance companies to handle poli
cies for vessels trading in St. Lawrence
waters. The disasters of the past few
years have but clinched. In the minds
of tlie shippers, the great risks involv
ed, and though an effort has been made
to form a Canadian Lloyds, with gov
ernment backing, the shippers who
have abandoned the Canadian route
will not have anything to do with it.—
Philadelphia Press.
Siamese Cats.
Siamese cats, with their curious
markings and loud, discordant voices,
are now favorite pets. The Chicago
Inter Ocean describes them as follows:
In many respects the animals of Sia
mese breed are unique among eats.
They follow their owners like a dog;
they are exceedingly affectionate and
Insist upon attention, and they mew
loudly and constantly, as If trying to
talk, and to a deaf person at that. They
have more vivacity and less dignity
than usually falls to tbe lot of cats.
In color they vary from pale fawn
through shades of brown to chocolate.
There are two varieties, the temple
cats and the palace cats, the principal
difference between the two being that
the palace breed is darker In color.
The only sacred temple cats that ever
left tbe land of their birth were given
to Dr. Nightingale as a mark of special
favor by the King of Slam. They were
named by their new owner Romeo and
Juliet, and are now the property of
Lord Marcus Beresford.
A Ferret and an Eagle.
A mountain eagle pounced upon a
ferret near Gunnson, Col., and with it
flew high In the air. The ferret's Jaws
closed upon the throat of the eagle, and
lu a few minutes the latter dropped to
the earth stone dead. The ferret was
still clinging to the bird's throat
Tbe chewing gum trust causes mure
Jawing than any other.