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CHAPTER Xll—(Continued.) Marsden had braced himself up for a stormy Interview with his sister. After carefully reviewing his position, and assuring himself there was no naw In his armor, that the accounts of his trusteeship were in perfect order, he etermined to announce his intended marriage to the world. The first person to be informed was Bady Dorrington. That done, there was nothing more to fear. He did not reach Chedworth till just in time to dress for dinner. There were one or two country neighbors to share that repast, and the conversation Lady Dorrington wished to have with her brother was postponed till the next morning. Marsden observed that his sister looked very grave and portentous; but that in no way damped his spirits or lessened his efforts to amuse and interest his sister s guests, which were peculiarly successful. He listened with lively attention to the details Lady Dorrington poured forth respecting Mrs. Ruthven’s sufferings and tedious recovery. She feared that the poor invalid would scarcely be able to see him. Marsden begged he might not be asked to do anything not quite agreeable to her. “It is no question of what is agreeable, ■aid Lady Dorrington severely. “It is of what will be safest for Mrs. Ruthven. You cannot imagine the weakness to which she is reduced. Any relapse now would be fatal. She is anxious to go away to the south of France, or the Riviera, but I trust she will not go alone.” “No; she had much better get some pleasant companion. You will find her one, I dare say. You always have such a supply of admirable persons on, hand fitted to fill every possible position.” Lady Dorrington darted an angry, warning glance at her brother, and addressed him no more that evening. When breakfast was over next morning as the frost was too hard for hunting, Marsden sauntered Into the billiard room, and was knocking the billiard balls about by himself, when the inevitable message reached him: “My lady would be glad to see you, sir, in the boudoir.” “I have been waiting for you this half hour, Clifford.” “So sorry; I did not like to intrude on you till you sent for me,” he returned, coming, up to the fireplace, and leaning easily against the mantelpiece. “Do you know you are looking wonderfully well, in spite of your nursing worries?” “My looks are of small consequence,” said Lady Dorrington, sternly. “I want some serioqs conversation with you, Clifford; your conduct is very unaccountable and unfeeling. What, may I ask, is your motive for staying in town all this time? ’ “Oh, because —because I like it.” “There is something more than that — or rather there is some strong attraction —which I do not understand, to keep you In London! Pray, has it anything to do with Mrs. L’Estrange and Nora?” “They are very agreeable relatives and I see a good deal of them,” returned Marsden, in a lazy, indifferent way, most irritating to his sister. “Why, Clifford, you surely would not be so unprincipled as to delude Nora, your own cousin, with the notion that you are in love with her, and you could not be so insane as to think of marrying her? I shall certainly warn Mrs. L’Estrange against you; you are too regardless of everything except your own amusement.” “In this case I have thought more of my own happiness.” “What do you mean?” in a tone of alarm. “Do you mean to say you have taken one of your wild fancies to poor, dear Nora?” “I do; and what is more, I have perspaded ‘poor, dear Nora’ to take me for better, for worse.” “Good God!” cried Lady Dorrington. She sat a moment staring at him in silence, as if dazed. Marsden was quite unmoved. “Clifford,” gasped Lady Dorrington at last, “your conduct is most dishonorable toward Mrs. Ruthven.” “How do you make that out?” “When she was at Evesleigh, every one thought, judging from your manner—your attentions—that you were engaged.” “Then every one was.mistaken.” “I, myself, believed that you were determined tq marry Mrs. Ruthven.” “Why? because I flirted with her? Don’t you understand she is the sort of woman to whom the end and aim of existence is to flirt? She would not thank you for friendship, however true; for service, however kindly, if you did not offer her the homage of overt flirtation. I never intended to marry Mrs. Ruthven.” “Then you have behaved abominably, and just think of your own interests. Nora L’Estrange has nothing, or next to noth- •> lag.” “She has all I want’* “She has nothing you really want; she is a mere distant relative, a nobody; be- , fore six months are over, y»u will be sick * of her, and wonder what madness induced you to tie yourself to her.” “I think the madness will last a couple of years,” put in Marsden in a low tone, but his sister did not heed him. “Do be advised by me, Clifford! Break off with Nora L’Estrange; she cannot care much about you in so short a-time; she is reasonable and unselfish; she would not like to condemn you and herself to the horrible fate of becoming pauper gentry. I protest you drive me to my wit’s end; you will disgrace yourself whatever you do. I assure you you have contrived to Impress Mrs. Ruthven with a conviction that you intended to marry her.” “I cannot help her being highly imaginative, can I?” asked Clifford, quite unmoved. “I never said, and certainly never wrote, anything approaching a proposal. Now I have asked Nora to be my wife, and, after soine prudent hesitation, she has consented. I cannot back out of ’ that.” “Hesitation! Good heavens!” ejaculated Lady Dorrington. “Aa to poverty, well, we shall not starve. 1 I have almost coma to an arrangement to

let Evesleigh, with the shooting, etc., for six hundred per annum; that will help keep the Wolf from the door, eh, sister mine? Then, after a few years’ wandering in pleasant places I shall return a free man, and hold high revels in the hall of my fathers.” “Let Evesleigh!” said Lady Dorrington, aghast, as if that was the lowest depth. “Yes! Nora quite approves,” continued Marsden, serenely. “She is prudent, and very resolute for so youthful and charming a wood nymph. She will reform me, and my estate, depend upon it” “And what—what am I to say to Mrs. Ruthven?” cried Lady Dorrington, pressing her large, white hands together. “Whatever occurs to you,” said Marsden politely. “Only that you require no hints from me. I would suggest your telling the simple fact as a matter of ordinary gossip.” “How can you be so unfeeling, so shameless ?” exclaimed his sister, her eyes sparkling with indignation. “I would not answer for the consequences, were she told too suddenly of your treachery. 1 dare not face her with the knowledge of your base desertion in my heart. Do you know that she is worth two hundred thousand pounds, if not more?” “Two hundred thousand I” repeated Marsden, slowly. “What a delightful rhythm there is in those words. Yes, my dear sister, no one knows better than myself her financial position. She is not quite so rich as that, but, I confess, I wish her fortune was Nora’s; still I dare say we shall manage an immense amount of enjoyment without it" “Clifford!” exclaimed Lady Dorrington, rising in her wrath, “you have not the ordinary gentleman’s sense of honor, you have not the faintest regard for duty or justice, you are a slave to the grossest selfishness, regardless of everything except your own pleasure and self-indul-gence; you are weak beyond what I should have expected, for you must have yielded against your better judgment to Nora’s wiles, for I never will believe that she did not try to attract you.” Marsden laughed. “You can take what view you like of the matter,” he said, watching her with quiet eyes. “Dorrington will be disgusted with you, and I quite give you up. As to Nora and Mrs. L’Estrange, I never wish to see them again. I did believe they were well-bred gentlewomen.” “Do well-bred gentlewomen never scheme?” asked Marsden innocently. “If you had any honorable instincts, I would hope to move you,” continued Lady Dorrington. “As it is, I give you up, and I beg you will leave my house, where you will never again be a welcome guest” “Very well,” looking at his watch. “There is a train at three-thirty* which will suit me. I will have luncheon and bid you very heartily farewell.” Lady Dorrington took up some letters that lay on the table before her, darted . /in angry, scornful look at her brother, and left the room without further speech. Marsden’s face grew graver and softer when he was alone. “A man can’t help his nature, I suppose?” he muttered to himself. “I cannot look on the cant and shibboleths of society as constraining truths, and I am certainly a better man than most of my fellows. How I hate unpleasant faces! The worst of this storm in a teacup is, that Isabel will not do the civil to Nora, and Nora will worry herself about it At any rate I have her promise, and I feel I can trust her.” He rose, drew the writing materials to him, and quickly traced these words: “Dear Mrs. Ruthven: May I hope to see you for a few moments, as I am obliged to return to town immediately. I should like to see with my own eyes how you are, and shall be mpst discreet.” To this, a verbal answer was returned. “Mrs. Ruthven’s compliments. She was sorry she did not feel equal to see any one, but would write when able.” “Is luncheon ready?” asked Marsden, when the footman had delivered this message. “Not yet, sir. It will not be ready for quite half an hour.” “Then you must give me something to eat first and tell them to bring round a trap. I want to catch the three-thirty up train at Rockingham. Send my man to me.” - o Lady Dorrington was in Mrs. Ruthven’s room, and Lord Dorrington had gone down to the Home Farm, when Marsden set forth. So he left without leave-taking, save from the stately butler and his satellite footman, with whom the easy-going, open-handed, affable squire was. a prime favorite. “Tant miex,” said Marsden to himself, as he gathered up the reins and drove off sharply. “I wonder if Mrs. Ruthven scents the battle from afar? Her message sounded warlike.” CHAPTER XIII. It was more than an hour before Lady Dorrington felt sufficiently recovered from the excitement of her Interview with her brother to present herself in the invalid’s chamber. Lord Dorrington, whom she had sought as the Ohly possible recipient of her indignant complaints, was out, and his whereabouts uncertain. She felt dreadfully uncertain how to act. She was afraid to break the news of his engagement to the deserted widow, lest it might produce a fatal effect, yet she felt it incumbent on her to enlighten Mrs. Ruthven as to the true state of affairs. When, at last, Lady Dorrington entered the sitting room into which Mrs. Ruthven had been moved for a few hours daily since her strength could bear it, she found that lady writing on a movable desk attached to the arm of her easy chair. She was very. White, and looked already weary; a lace cap, with pale pink ribbons, covered her hair, which had been cut short, and a white cashmere wrapper, trimmed with cream lace over pink, hung loosely on her attenuated figure. “My dear,” exclaimed Lady Dorrington, “you are not surely trying to write?” “I really am,” a smile parting her pale lips. “Only a few lines, for lam Certainly stronger. Do not fear any imprudence; I am too anxious to get well. I should like to see Sir Harley Portman again; be will tell me when I can move. I begin to be very anxious to deliver yon from the long-endured incubus of a sick guest.”

Mhmmmbmhishmmbm —■-■ T“Believe me, we only care to see yen well. There is not the slightest, need to hurry away.” “I know you are all goodness, but there are matters to be attended to that no one can do for me. I have been scribbling a few lines to my lawyer. Will you write for me to Sir Harley?” “Certainly. But you know:#when he ‘was here last he said •" “Yes, yes, that I could not‘move for three weeks. But one has pawed, and if he sees what progress 1 have made I am sure he will let me go on Wednesday or Thursday next Wherever Igo uXlmateIjul must take Londoii*on the way..” “All I beg, dear Mrs. Ruthven, is that you will not hasten your departure on our account You know we are to spend our Christmas with Aunt Ilminster, so there will be no party here! I am sure you are not equal to write, you look so weary." Mrs. Ruthven lay back in her chair, and let her maid unfasten and remove the desk. When they were alone she said, as she lay back, her eyes closed, her figure very still: , “I had a message from Mr., Marsden just now.” “Indeed!” cried Lady Dorrington, feeling exceedingly uncomfortable. “He had no business to disturb you.” “He did not disturb me. I' would not be disturbed. He asked to see me." There was a silence of nearly two minutes, while Lady Dorrington sought in vain for some wise and cautious words with which to reply before she found them. Mrs. Ruthven resumed very languidly, but opening her eyes and settling them on her hostess: “I suppose he wished to announce his engagement to Miss L’Estrange, if it is true. Is it true, Lady Dorrington?” What a question! What would she not have given to be able to deny the fact with scorn and indignation? As It was, ought she not to be thankful the ice was broken ? “Why, my dear Mrs. Ruthven, who in the world told you?” “Some one mentioned it in one of the letters I have been reading." “Shirley,” thought Lady Dorrington. “Viper!” “But is it true?” persisted Mrs. Ruthven. “Oh! I don’t know what to think; I am afraid there is something in it Indeed, I have been infinitely annoyed.,” Lady Dorrington paused abruptly, feeling inexpressibly awkward. “You are not inclined for this marriage, then ?” said Mrs. Ruthven, a peculiar and not very amiable smile passing over her face. “Inclined for it! Why, it is the bitterest disappointment to me! You must know that, my dear Mrs. Ruthyen!” “Ah! Mise L’Estrange has but a small fortune, and it will take more than an ordinary one to put your brother’s affairs in order.” “Besides that,” cried. Lady Dorrington, “there are other considerations! Nora L’Estrange is quite unfit to be Clifford’s wife. He will tire of her in six months.” “That is very probable. He is not wise." “And he actually talks of letting Evesleigh on a lease for years, and sinking into a continentalized dilettant Englishman.” Mrs. Ruthven compressed her lips, and her pale cheeks flushed as she answered in a low, clear tone: “Your brother is changeable and impulsive. After all, it is quite probable the marriage may never take place.” “He appears to have committed himself fully,” said Lady Dorrington, who, now that the ice was broken, found it a relief to talk on this vexatious subject. Mrs. Ruthven was silent, leaning her elbows on the arms of her chair, and pressing her finger tips together, while her face, which had grown deadly white again, expressed cold, implacable displeasure. (To be continued.) ROUGH ON THE CYCLIST. How a Practical Joker Made a Mess of Trouble. An elaborate practical joke has been played on a Belgian cyclist While taking his usual afternoon ride along the central boulevard of Brussels he entered one of the cases for some refreshments, leaving his machine against a lamppost A joker seated outside on a terrace ’ pinned bls trousers in the orthodox cyclist's style, as if he were a genuine bicyclist, and taking hold of the machine as if he had just dismounted, hailed one of those long white-bloused street commissioners to be met with at 1 nearly every street corner in Brussels. “My man, just you look well after ' my bicycle, and see that no one takes ' it during my absence, for there are so , many bicycle thieves about the city you , cannot be too careful, so keep a sharp ; lookout, and here’s a franc for your , trouble.” The joker then crossed the road, tak- • ing up his post at a case opposite to ’ enjoy the result of the franc’s investment Out came the unsuspecting vic- ’ tim, and, taking the machine, was about ’ to start “Hold, there, old chappie, we know your measure, so off with you,” said the white-bloused one, at the same time gently forcing the astonished cyclist ’ back. P At first he thought the man was , drunk, and expostulated quietly with » him, but all to no purpose, the trusty t guardian simply replying that “he 1 knew what he was about.” Finding I persuasion useless, Mr. X — lost his 1 temper, and the-'discusslon soon grew ’ to angry menaces on both sides. Meanwhile a large crowd had assembled, highly amused at the prospects of a pugilistic encounter. The appear--1 ance of a policeman put a stop to any i fighting, and he took both the belliger- ’ ents to the station, escorted by an 4ml mense crowd of spectators. The unfortunate bicyclist soon recol- ’ lecteft that he had in his pocket his license on which was recorded the num- ’ ber of his machine., In consideration , of thfs testimony the machine was - handed over to the rightful owner. The movements of air commonly call- ’ ed winds are due to the heat of the sun. ! The warm air, being lighter, rises, and ' the colder air flows in to take Its place. ’ This principle is beautifully Illustrated . at the seashore in summer, where the i dally sea breezes are due to the air over i the heated land being displaced by a current of cooler air from ths sea.

’ WHY THEY PAINT THEIR FACES. Apaehs Legend Which Accounts for the Red Man's Ceremonial Custom. “‘Why do Indians paint their faces?’ I have asked that question of hundreds of Red Men, and have /received but one answer. Os all the tribes that I have visited but one has a legend accounting for the hideous decorations that are tb be seen on the faces of Indiana under all ceremonial circumstances. * “I was sitting at a camp fire fin a village of Jacarilla Apaches one night listening to the stories and legends that were beifig told, when I propounded the old question again, hardly expecting even the usual expression of ignorance that hides so many of the thoughts of the Indians. To my surprise, however, I received the answer that I least expected,” says a writer in the St. Louis GlobeDemocrat. ‘‘An old fellow who had sat all the.evening listening to the stories without changing his attitude grunted and straightened up as he heard the question. Proceeding with ail due solemnity, he told the following legend: “ ‘Long ago, when men were weak and animals were big and strong, a chief of the Red Men who lived in these mountains went out to get a deer, for his people were hungry. After walking all day he saw a deer and shot at it, but the arrow was turned aside and wounded a mountain lion which was also after the deer. When the lion felt the sting of the arrow he jumped up and bounded after the man, who ran for his life. He was almost exhausted, when he felt his strength give way, he fell to the ground, calling on the big bear, who, you know, is the grandfather of men, to save him. The big bear heard the call and saw that to save the man he had to act quickly, so he scratched his foot and sprinkled his blood over the man. ‘“Now, you know, no animal will eat of the bear or taste of his blood. So when the lion reached the man he smelled the blood and turned away, but as he did so his foot scraped the face of the man, leaving the marks of his claws on the bloody face. When the man found that he was uninjured he was so thankful that he left the blood to dry on his face and never washed it at all, but left it until’ it peeled off. Where the claws of the lion scraped it off there were marks that turned brown in the sun, and where the blood stayed on it was lighter. You know, all men paint their faces that way with blood and scrape it off in streaks when they hunt or go to war.’” BIG COAL PILES. They Are Worth from $36,000 to $40,000 Apiece. Thousands of tons of anthracite and bituminous coal are shipped from South Amboy, N. J., and from Perth Amboy, just opposite. The Lehigh Valley Railroad docks at Perth Amboy are among the largest of the kind in the world, while those owned and controlled by the Pennsylvania Railroad Company in this town fall little short of the capacity ol the Lehigh docks. In the shipment of coal from these ports, one of the problems which is continually puzzling the railroad companies is to keep the rollingstock constantly in motion. For a number of years the coal was allowed to stand in the cars until the vessels were ready at the docks to receive the cargo. At times there would be three or four hundred cars loaded with coal in the South Amboy yards practically tied up for two or three weeks. As it was to the interest of the company to keep the cars continually moving, it became a serious matter. The difficulty was finally solved, and now in place of thejtrain after train of cars in the South Amboy yards may be seen immense piles of coal, half the size of a large circus tent. — As soon as a train load reaches South Amboy the cars are unloaded and the coal placed in these piles by means of an ingenious device consisting of traveling elevator buckets held in position by large swinging derricks and operated by a small engine. The coal falls from the outlet under the cars and is carried to the top of the heap by means of the endless elevator. Here it lies until ready for loading, when it is reloaded in the cars by means of this same apparatus and transferred to the hold of the coasting steamer or “tramp” ocean steamer. As a rule, the piles usually contain about 9,000 tons each, and each is worth $86,000 to $40,000, according to the market value of the coal. At times there are-twelve or fourteen of these coal piles in the yards at South Amboy. Recently caftvas has been used to cover each pile to prevent the coal from “rusting,” which, while wbt affecting its burning qualities, detracts from its market value. The canvas coVers cost SI,OOO and $1,200 each, and the stock-yard looks as though Barnum’s Circus had found a permanent camping place. The immense piles of coal create no feeling of wonder to the local resi-dents;-who look upon them as a matter of course, but they are a source of great wonderment to the residents of the city, whose conception of a large amount of coal is at best vague. NATION OF TOBACCO USERS. We Consume Yearly Five Pounds to Every Man, Woman and Child. It is evident from the internal revenue receipts from the consumption of tobacco that we are a nation of chewers, smokers and snuffers. This is dissouragin* to these who

. rail against the vice, but then they have the satisfaction of knowing that the Indulgence costs the smoking P public dear. Just how expensive it is to use tobacco cannot be easily ast certalned, but it may be/fftuged from i the fact that the Revenue from > tobacco alohe during the fiscal year i 1894 was $28,617,898.62. i Surely a nation that can afford to • expend such an amount in taxes on tobacco —tot of course the tax comes from the consumer—-to «*y nothing of thb cost of the material, must , have money to burn. That, of course, is its end—burned up, chewed up or snuffed up. And despite the magnitude of the sum the internal revenue tax from tobacco in 1894 shows a decrease from that of 1898 of $8,271,818.12. The falling off is naturally attributed to the hard times. In one way and another the people of the United States use a great deal of tobacco, estimated by bulk. The figures show the consumption to be about 844,(MX),000 pounds for the year 1894, or, on the basis of 60,000,000 population, nearly five pounds per annum for every man, woman and child in the country. To those who have thought that the unpleasant habit of snuffing has gone out of existence it will be interesting to learn that the total domestic production of the article for the year was 11,627,092 pounds. Think of the enormous number of pinches this represents. Despite the falling off in the revenue, it is a curious fact that the decrease is less from snuff than from any other form of tobacco except cigarettes, which actually shows an increase. The percentages are approximately as follows: Cigars and cheroots, 68.5; chewing and smoking" tobacco, 81; snuff. 55. The increase in cigarettes is about 125 per cent. A LUCKY ACCIDENT. Why a "Jaokstona” Maker Turned His Attention to Pussies. As an example of how a remunerative specialty in hardware forced itself on a receptive and appreciative Yankee, the following incident will be of interest: Among the manufacturers small castings are often put in revolving cylinders with pickers or stars made of cast iron, having usually six points, the extremes of which are about an inch apart. They are also familiar to toy dealers, who sell them to children as “jackstones.” The pickers, together with small castings, are put into the tumbling barrels, so that any particles of sand adhering may be removed and a better finish given the castings. . A large and well-known New England concern, which, in addition to the other lines, manufactures screw wrenches largely, formerly used a peculiarly shaped malleable iron ferrule, with irregular openings at the four sides and circular openings at the two ends, weighing about an ounce. Some of these ferrules chanced to be a part of the contents in one of the tumbling barrels. When the barrel was opened the attendant noticed, what to him seemed almost increditable, that the picker with all its prongs was inside the ferrule, the openings of which were comparatively small. The observant mechanic logically concluded that as it had got in it could be got out again. The phenomenon was brought to the attention of parties who decided to apply the idea in a puzzle, and the result has been that the original manufacturers are now making the ' two parts under contract, in ton lots, while the first order is said to have netted a profit to the promoters of $1,700. - Why Her Husband Never Forgot. Two married ladies were talking about their respective and respected lords. ‘‘Does your husband forget things?” asked one. “Never,” said the other. “Well, mine does. I think there is hardly a day when he comes home from his office that begin to apologize for his forgetfulness. Os course, I have to accept the apology on his promise to do better, and the next day the very same thing occurs.”, “That must be extremely annoying.” 4 “It is. Sometimes I get so vexed with him that I really have to scold him.'’ “And that never is pleasant.” “I should say not. I’m sure I’d < rather be anything else than a scold, but some husbands actually drive : their wives to it. I’ve been married ' ten years, and sometimes I almost I fear if he doesn’t improve he will™ have my temper utterly spoiled.”, “I’ve been niarrfid a dozefl*yearsi and I never have trouble, "f 1 “Maybe your Kusbandris an excepjtlon?” ,i “No; he’s only average as married ’! men go.” “Wasn’t he ever forgetful?” “He was at first, but I cured him of it. ”. “Gracious 1 I think mine is incurable.” i ‘ ‘Oh, no. You can cure him easily if you will use my remedy.” “I’m sure I’ll be only too glad to. What is it?’’ “Never ask him to get anything ( for you. Get it yourself. He has enough to think about without being 1 errand boy.”, “Ohl” exclaimed the first woman, and remained silent for as much as 1 two minutes. ' The value of Montana, mines and 1 all, is $18,609,802.

i WILD ANIMAL FARMBreeding ■ Menagerie In a Florida Jungle. A wild animal stock farm in semljopical Florida is the scheme that a drcus firm is talking of starting. Che land, a plot about six miles iquaref has been surveyed, it is said, ind flie firm proposes to go ahead lexLfall and turn the elrcus animaliu m«Liungle Instead of going inter* only trayr provide themselves with wild* tnimajs, instead of being obliged to (O t&Vfrica and India for specimens, jut in'addition they expect to be ible to supply animals for the zoological exhibits of the country. The firm claims to have secured tn option on a tract of land in the txtreme southern part of Florida, ibout one-half of the thickest, densest swamp jungle possible to imigine. An old traveler in India and Africa, who was sent there to look ihe ground over, says that it compares favorably with any jungle he aas ever seen in the Orient. The entire section of land will be livided by solid walls of Iron fencing io as to keep animals that will aot affiliate separate. It is proposed ;o first lay a strong foundation, then auild a low wall of brick some three )r four feet high, and then Imbed in this to a height of twelve feet more i strong iron fence. The idea is to turn the beasts loose in their respective inclosures, and let them follow their natural inclinations and habits just as they would in their native jungle. As the animals to be propagated are principally of the carnivotjus family there will also be bred meh smaller animals as they naturally prey upon for food. Special attention will also be given to thebreeding of giraffe, camels, zebras, and other members of the Herbivorous family. In order to protect their preserve! i concrete walk will be laid just outtide and extending around the entire wall, and watchmen on bicycles will make a tour as often as practicable »f the entire Inclosure. Certain grasses and herbs indigenous to the countries from which the animals are to be brought will be first planted, in order to provide, as nearly as possible, native foods. An interesting feature of this zoological jungle will be the monkey farm. In this section several acres will be devoted to orange, banana and nut trees, all o: which grow naturally there. A wooden frame work, extending above the height of the trees and completely surrounding the farm will b< built.—New York Press. Eloped on a Stoor. A story has been received at Ser< gent, Ky., of a peculiar mountain elopement and wedding under trying circumstances, followed by the forcible separation of the lovers. Saturday morning a couple from Tuscola, Dickinson County, Va., appeared al Coeburn, a station on the Clinct Valley division of the Norfolk anc Western Railroad, having come from their homes, a distance of thirty-tw< miles, that night on a steer. Thej were Miss Louella Regal, a peach] cheeked girl of 16, and Burton Preston, aged 18, son of a wealthy farmei They said they came there to gel married, but, having no money, and, Considering the girl’s age, it was impossible to procure a marriage license. Sympathy for the young couple’s woes brought a determination on the part of the®many spectators, and someone suggested that they give them enough money to take them to A Bristol, Tenn., where it would be no trouble to get married. The sutn was at once raised, and when the train pulled up at Coeburn the young people left for Bristol, embraced in each other’s arms. After being married the couple started across the country on foot, a distance of 78 miles, to their home. On arriving as Taqoma, in Wise County, they were suddenly surrounded by three masked men and the girl’s father. The young girl was taken from her boy husband after a fight, and young Preston disappeared in the mountains near Tacoma, and Is now a fugitive. New Gold Fields. North America is likely to find a powerful rival in South Africa in the item of gold production . According to the most reliable figures the product in 1898 was about twenty-eighl and a half millions, while in 1894 II was nearly thirty-nine millions ol dollars. Experts, who have studied the gold fields of South Africa, announce that that country is becomof the most important factors in monetary matters. TJie ore is in jknany places exceedingly rich, And streaks and veins,and , i in 'Wi ~ j.j’Sibles are mixnd With the ’there are large veitss of gold-bearing rmartz. Very quietly and without Ifttracting more attention than is necessary mining parties are being made up, and preparations are in progress by means of which the product of these rich fields will furnish the bass for important and extensive mining operations. Ship Was Not Christened. S An unusual event" occurred at Genoa during the launching of a new ship called the G. Garibaldi. Ths ship entered the sea splendidly amid ?! the enthusiastic cheers of the bystanders, but having moved thrqs minutes before the fixed time shs | could not be blessed by the pries! nor be christened with' the usual bottle of champagne,