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CHAl’TER XUL—(Continoro.) Bmile carefully examined the door, tad then went outside, and strewed i ia ves around the trunk of the tree, to ■dde the traces of the frequent approach that night. Leaving ail things is natural looking as possible, he came lown to the lower room, where Felicie ■id retreated. She looked up anxiously in his fate •Will they discover us, Emile?" “I think not, my child. We must manage without a tire, till their watcli removed. But we can do that well •nought we are provisioned for six months, at least. There are several isks of water upstairs, ami the spting i not far distant; 1 can easily replenish them at night.” ‘How exhausted you must feel! Take some of the wine, I beg you. Perhaps 1 had better; I dare not go *o sleep until after the visit to the .voods, for 1 may hear important plans tiscussed. After that I must sleep, for I believe it is a week since I have really taken a night's rest. It is nearly daybreak now; I brought a uasket of provisions from the chateau, •'jinking they might please you best; pray take what refreshment you can, for wo mus: not have another patient. Poor fellow ! he is in a complete stupor. Keep his heail wet all the time—it seems to be all we can do now; and he sure and care for yourself!” “The poor chateau!” murmured Felicie, sinking wearily into a chair, and for the first time throwing off the heavy black cloak. The bridal dress, rent and soiled, and in several places crimsoned with the blood of her father, came to view. The thought of the tender maternal ••are which had arranged every fold with such proud and loving hands, of the woeful tragedy which had met her, instead of the bridal service, was too overpowering, and it rushed suddenly upon her. She fell back fainting. Emile caught her in his arms, and while ttie tears poured over his cheeks, used every effort to revive her. For a time it seemed to him he was to lie left with two corpses on his hahds. for the youth scarcely stirred, and Felicie lay cold and breathless in his arms. But the latter at length gasped, and in a few moments opened her eyes, tie laid her tenderly upon the pile of blankets brought from the chateau, and gave her spoonful after spoonful

of wine.

“You deserve better behavior," said she, feebly; “I did not mean to yield to my feelings, but the sudden remembrance of my desolation swept aside all my fortitude.”, “You have been brave and courageous, my child; I eau admire, but not blame your noble efforts. Ah, Felicie! if I allow myself to recur to the thought that she is gone, my strength gives way—but for the present we must not dwell upon it. Dearest one, your grief is mine; for her sake you would be the most precious tiling left in the world, even if your own merits did not win my esteem. The chateau is gone, they are gone, too, for the ihrief day of life; thank Heaven, not for be eternal ages! Will you consent to put away your identity as the daughter of the Count Languedoc? Will you adopt me for a father, brother, uncle, whatever you like, and take a ne>v name? I think the sooner you use yourself to it, the safer it will be when it becomes necessary,” said Emile,

gently.

•‘Tell me what you wish, and that is enough for me.” “Your name shall be Chlotlldo; I had a sister once whose name was Ueinard—and you shall be for the time Mademoiselle Heinard; and a? my young friend yonder, if he recovers, will be likely to be awkward and embarrassed in your presence, knowing your rank, I particularly request that he shall believe you my sister’s child. You will become somewhat used to the name, J hope, before you venture into the world. And now I must listen to the doings without; lie still and rest— the patient will not stir for many hours, and doubtless it is the best thing—kindly nature will recuperate the palsied brain with the sweetest of U'llms, untroubled sleep.”

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CHAPTER XIV E went back—this generous, self-sac-rificing man, to watch and listen for the approach of the bloodthirsty, unscrupulous foe.

, XV; For himself there \Jrr , r )\ was no real dan- £/ ger, he had but to

go forth boldly, and the Falcon of

Parts received instant protection and confidence; but for these helpless ones he stood bravely in defence, never for a single moment harboring the '.nought of deserting them, to secure himself

from peril.

Once, intense weariness overpowered f'im, and leaning against the natural wall of his recret. apartment, he fell sound aiicep. Sharp voices without aroused him suddenly. He started up, alert and not m the least bewildered, and put bis ear to the tiny aperture in the trunk of the

hng*» tree.

"You were a fool, Pepin!” said M. Pierre’s voice, angrily. "Why didn't you shoot the wretch? Now he has got away—I know who it was well enough —it was the one I vowed shouH die

lirst.”

“I thought he

Pierre.”

A volley of oath* exploded a iittle of M Pierre’s rage, and after it he was able to answer coherently. "So did I; hut l have opened the grave, and I tell you two are missing. Tin girl has escaped beside; curses upon my ill luck! they have found all the diamonds, too and are off; but I shall track them. I shall find them, though I hunt France over. They are hid up, somewhere, and they will try to reach a foreign country. It is the shore I must watch. Not a craft of any kind must leave Frejus or St. Thomas night or day. without a thorough search. I will triumph yet. Keep a hand of men around this forest, and when day comes we will search it thoroughly. I suspect, though, some soft-hearted fool lias given them a shelter; the peasants of the estate were always ready to kiss the ground Felicie and her mother stood on, much as they hated the count. We must keep a sharp eye on all: there is old deannot, where is lie. in all this excitement? Not a sign have I seen of him." “Never you fear, comrad : if they're around we'll beat them up. But who could they have been, those black masked villains who heat us, when we thought we held the chateau? ’ “Perdition seize them! It must be looked to. There's not much f'-ar of their appearing another time; things will bt more orderly in future; and the whole country is up now. 1 half suspect they had our motives, Pepin, to get the diamonds and treasure for themselves, and, curse them! they have got them, or else that wret li revived, and bolted with brid*> and money both; but I shall find them yet, let me alone for that “The man I saw certainly came as far as here, but where he went then, le diable only knows. I lost him, like as if the earth had opened and swallowed

him.”

•'We’ll hunt the whole place over thoroughly, when daylight comes; this confounded dry ground won’t give us a trace of steps. But come, 'ct's station a pack of our men around the whole

place.”

Talking eagerly. th“>' moved slowly

off.

"We must. He dose for our lives,’ muttered Emile, as he sat down again “but I feel pretty secure. I left no trace of my work when I excavated The door I would defy a police officer to find, without acquaintance with the secret. Let the villain Pierre search, the Gray Falcon is too keen-ejed to be caught! And yet it will change my plans- 1 must not attempt to leave by the Mediterranean, I see that. It is safest to go when the danger is most imminent, when you are followed, fr.r there no one suspects you have the temerity to venture. Yes, we must all get away from here to some large city —I am not sure but it were better to go direct to Paris itself. For Felicie there would be little risk, but for the youth a great deal—yet it will mar my plans to separate them! Well, I am not obliged to decide to-night. Now is my opportunity for the much-needed rest—an hour or so will freshen me wonderfully.” Ho drew over him a blanket he had left there for the purpose, and curled himself up for sleep, and was evidently accustomed to obtain rest in this manner, or he would not so soon have fallen into sound sleep, in such an uncomfortable position. Below, the sick youth was lying dirless as a log. only the heavy breathing showing signs of life, and Lady Felicie, wrapt in sweet slumber, was dreaming that her mother's arm encircled her, and they were pacing softly on the chateau terrace. The gray dawn broke slowly over the scene, the roseate flush crept up the sky, and touched pityingly the blackened heap of ruins where but yesterday had risen so proudly the grand old building. Softly the growing gold flooded the trampeled ground, the desecrated graves, the melancholy, pitiable wreck of the home the Count I^anguedoc so fondly believed should stand in pride throughout the century. And he, its haughty master, was lying in a bloody and unhallowed grave. Mellow and warm were those sun beams ere they crept through the leafy canopy of t.hn forest, and bathed gratefully the massive trunk of the great tree, whose hollow stairway gave safe shelter to the hapless orphan They all slept far into the day; hut when Emile came down lie found Felicie quietly giving the youth a glaas of water, and bathing his head. His eyes looked rational and intelligent; as Emile came forward, they brightened perceptibly. “You are better," said the latter,

joyfully.

“Thank you, I believe so; have l been 111? Shall we get along on the journey to-day? My friends will be no painfully anxious, I would risk a great deal. But you seem destined to be niy preserver.” Emile looked a little embarrassed. “Not so rational as I supposed,” said he, in an undertone. “Mademoiselle Chlotilde, will you he so good as to get me a little of the bread for my breakfast, and there Is some cold meat, I

think.”

She obeyed at once, and this errand took her to the Luther apartment. Emile seized the moment to bend over the youth. “Have you forgotten the terrible night at the chateau, how vou wero

knock-’d - insPiess. how I brought yen ,|()\ 'o the forest, to my secret retreat, and do you remember that your name Is 1 lules Hentz, and that there is caution to be maintained before all. even my

little niece here?"

He spoke the words rapidly, but with emphasis; Jules stared at him a Moment vacantly, then shuddered from

head to foot.

“Mon Dieu! Mon Dieu! oh. yes, I remember. Heaven help me!" cried he, in a voice of anguish. Emile laid his cool hand upon the fevered forehead. “You are safe, it shall be well with you. on is promise to be calm. I shut!

'•are for you."

He caught the hand in his. and the tears gushed over it. • Noble benefactor, nobler than the royalists of an imperial line! what can I ever do to express my gratitude?” ‘ Be calm, and learn to recover happi-

ness.”

Jules smiled feebly, closed his ‘yes. and sank off into slumber. Emile hastened to the side of Felicie. who was setting forth the little table with every delicacy she could find. You are taking too much trouble, dear Chlotilde; (you see 1 must accustom you to the name) only some bread and meat, and a little wine. You will find a spirit lamp for your coffee, somewhere. I am sorry you must do without a servant; but it is imperatively necessary that you learn to understand a little of the work usual to the class you are to represent; I will try to make it as easy as possible for

you.”

Her eyes filled with tears. "Pray don't think of trying, dear, generous friend; I am so thankful for work, anything that keeps tny hands busy, and my mind from dwelling on past horrors. And for you! oh, how gladly would 1 go upon my knees, wear the flesh from my fingers, to feel I was really repaying a little of what 1 owe to you." My child.” began Emile, and broke down with the sob that caught his voice; "the angel above knows how fully 1 am rewarded for all l can do for you, withoutany returns of yours. Yet. give me a little affection, such as I might claim if 1 were really your uncle, and l shall be blest indeed.” Lady Felicie took his hand and raised it to her lips. Emile turned away, too much affected by the simple ait. to be able to

reply.

OK HARK1S0N.

WHEELS BABY CARRIAGE AND CLEARS UP UNDERBRUSH.

Tlie t.i-rrertnler.i Munt fcnjojr lloth. for H«»<‘oniiiiK Plomp in HU Adiron4iA* k Proof AgAin*«t Politic*

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PIERRE and his band of ruffians scoured tho Little Forest over and over again tho next day. nor desisted until the shadows of night prevented further search. More than once did the baffled leader pause and lean

against the side or the very tree whose reticent trunk might have given lucid answers to all his fierce questioning had it chosen, or had he possessed thi secret spell to unlock its mysteries. Emile from within heard his bitter denunciations of the fate which thwarted him, and his fierce vows to persist In the search until success rewarded him. and smiled in calm defiance. But M. Pierre was not so insignificant a foe as Emile believed. As the days wore on and the same vigilant watch was kept over the forest, the village, and the coast, the latter found that it would need his utmost shrewdness and adroitness to effect an es-

cape from the tree.

One night he ventured out, and took a circuitous route to the. town. He managed to slip between the sentinels stationed in a ring around the Little Forest, and reached one of his alli°s a*

Frejus.

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KS! There's no tellin by appearances." said the man who rowed me up the lake from Old Forge in the Vdlrondai'ks to my

destination.

"When we was cornin' down here ’(other day a young woman says; ‘See fha: old gentleman cleaning up brush. It must be hard work bending over, he is so fat.' 'That's Benjamin Harrison, ex-president of the Flitted States,’

says l.”

Tho et-president i- 1 working on the grounds of his new summer home with all the zeal cf a pioneer who has a growing family to provide for. His beard is white, but he is young in heart. An air of geniality and of cheeriness pervades the Harrison cottage such as would surpri:-o politicians who have memories of the temperature in the White House during his administration. There is one man at Old Forge who maintains manifest skepticism of the natives notwithstanding that he has been "Honest Ben Harrison" actually “crack a smile" in the presence of the new baby. The baby now weighs eighteen pounds and ta as round and as red as a pippin. When Father Harrison relieves the nurse in pushing the baby carriage up and down in front of the cottage his face shows that he lias found an occupation more congenial than being president of the Fnited State*. He trots the Infant on his knee, he v iggles his forefinger before its eyes with some of the awkwardness of a young father with his firstborn, but with deliberate care.

; ose quite out of

|oint. Son Russell's nos< 11 completely broken, and he works at clearing off underbrush with a daintiness and a lack of naturalnesn and force which might well call forth a rebuke from

•'the boss.” \

The ex-president works like a veteran handy man. Un'ike Son Russell, he rolls up his sleeves and goes “right in.” But theu Son Russ is blase. He has not the enthusiasm of a young

father.

comes over to se? him, and occasionally he finds time for an hour with Mr. Shepherd on the piazza of the club-

house.

Friend Shepherd is jusi such a man as Mr. Harrison would be expected to like. What a vast contrast he ts to Mr. Cleveland's ruddy-faced and strong-voiced friend. Broker Benedict! Friend Shepherd looks just as neat and smooth as the Mr. Harrison whom wo knew as president. He always orders a whole section in the sleeping car long beforehand when he is going to or from the Adirondaeks, so as to have the use of the upper berth in order to keep the creases in his trousers in a state of rigid preservation. He is quiet, thoughtful and correct. Like the expresident, he Is celebrated for general taciturnity and for particular verbosity in asking a multitude of questions about when tbo train or boat goes

while waiting for it.

As either is opposed to taking the initiative in a conversation himself, the natives wonder how they can ever talk together; but this peculiarity may explain how they get. on so well, like the two old army officers who, on bein’4 introduced after spending the nfter-

AS TOLD BY HOR ATIO SEY MOUR

M’KINLKY’S DOUBLE*

The Tlmnk Mg;! ting Proclamation That the Clergymen Condemned. Si* aking of Horatio Seymour, an old New York politician recalls the following anecdote, which, he asserts, the Governor used to tell on himself; “I had just taken my seat in the railway carriage when I noticed two ministerial looking men in front of me,” said the Governor. “ ‘Do you know this Horatio Seymour?' asked one. ‘No,’ came the answer^ ‘although l havo seen him.’ 'Have you? Then I pray you to tell me how he looks.’ ‘Well, he looks what he Is a great drunkard,’ answered tho one who had seen the Governor. 'Urn.' said the questioner, sadly, ‘it’s a great pity that he should be Governor. T understand that he owns an interest in more than half the rum shops In Utica.' 'Yes.' was the response. 'and he has to look out for them In the morning, as he Is always too drunk in the afternoon to attend to that or any other business.’ I pricked up my ears,” concluded tbo Governor, “for l was curious to know what bad caused these two to go for me so severely. Presently I discovered. ‘Have you seen his Thanksgiving proclamation?' asked one. ‘Yes, and I think It scandalously infidel.' ‘So do I.’ And yet that proclamation was written by the rector of the leading Episcopal church in Albany."

Ill* itrok«'ii Speech.

I saw Count Hardupski last

HE GOES AS OUR CONSUL TO MONTREAL. Acted a Sutmtltuto for the President Durlnj; au Kintlng Campaign In WlMSouri Ul* PreiM'nt Place Is tb® Reward*

Does he talk as broken-

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evening.

Cousin Tom ly as ever?

Ethel Oh, yes. 1 heard him ask pa to lend him five pounds before be left.

t 11111*0 H.«»l Illn Weakneuft.

• Mrs. Cumso is a shrewd woman.

“What makes you think so?"

“She attaches a cyclometer to the j lawn-mower, and gives Cumso a in''ila_ l i

every time he scores a century "

OCORDING to the New York World. Mr. J. L. Blttingcr. the StJoseph editor Just appointed to he consul at Montreal, owes his distinction to a serins of singular incidents that occurred during an exciting campaign In Missouri several years ago Mr. McKinley. then a congressman, was atiinrptng the state, and Mr. Bittlnger was a member of the escorting party. There is a strong personal resemblance between the two men, and one is easily mistaken for the other. The fatiguing labor of Incessant speech making brought Mr. McKinley to the verge of collapse. It was decided that in the emergency Mr. Bittlnger should take his place. This was done, and thousands of applauding farmers wasted their energies on Bittlnger under the impression that it was the great apostle of protection. As a result of this substitute work Mr. McKinley always had an unusually warm feeling for the editor, and when mentioning the subject. says that his only complaint is that Bittinger made better speeches

than ho ilfd.

Last April Mr. Bittlnger went to 1 New York to plead the cause of a friend who desired to be postmaster of St. Joseph. The appointment prom.

“A IIok’h Life." ••.She leads that man a regular dogs life and no mistake.” This was the verdict, audibly expressed and audibly approved, as an ill-assorted couple left the street car In company. She was an exaggerated specimen of the new woman; he an example of the old man - meek, modest, evidently under inexorable discipline. They were quite alone, and while he faithfully, as became a loyal servitor, attended to the conveniences of his queenly companion, his services received no other recognition than an occasional impatient command, expressed or implied. A few days after the same couple boarded the car at tho same point and left it as before. This time the woman had an object for her affectionate regard and her solicitous concern. It was a pet dog. jacketed, beribboned, petted and even publicly kissed while, fondly gathered beneath the ample arm of his affectionate mistress. But th. husband, he of the meek a-q>ect and the wistful, pathetic eye, sat aside, less observed, more grudgingly recognized, of even smaller relative importance than before. No. it was a mistake—the com mentor of the previous day was in error. His was not the dog’s life.—Good Housekeeping. .Horely si KiirkohIion. Maggie—“There’s something the matter with the dumb-waiter, ma'am. I can't raise it.” Mr. Cook--“You'd better go and see, dear; perhaps she's put on it the apple dumplings you made yesterday.”—Yonkers Statesman.

Evidently a Mintake. Muggins—“What is your friend Guzzler's occupation:" Buggins—"He’s the skipper of a schooner.” Muggins—“I never saw him skip one.”—Philadel-

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TENDING THE"BABY.

In Washington the general impression was that the president was extremely neat; withal a city man never to be dragged out of city clothes and a citified appearance. However, we all know what transformations the arrival of a baby may make. When Mr. Harrison clears away underbrush he wears a delightfully grotesque little slouch hat, a neglige shirt, five-cent suspenders, a pair of old trousers and old leather leggins which show wear, while

Son Russ’s show only style.

“There's no deer shooting now," said the ex-president as he put his hands on his hips, drawing the deep breath and taking the restful position of a workman who has a moment’s leisure; “and it's pretty hot to fish in the daytime. So I am just clearing up the front of my new place a bit. There is a lot of work to do yet before we get into good shape. It's rather hard to make a lawn where this underbrush is. We cut It down and root it up pretty thoroughly one year, and when we come buck the next it has grown up again in the most audacious manner. We're also ripping out some of the stumps left from the cutting of the trees when we first built our cottage. Then this spot was nothing more than a batch of forest—a good place for the deer to come down to the water to drink. We had a great deal of pleasure in selecting the trees which we were to leave for shade, both as to individual beauty and to harmonious arrangement

of the whole.”

| As greatly interested as I was in the ex-president's views ns a pioneer, 1 was more interested in whatever he might say about the tariff bill and the return of prosperity. | “Bankers and men hants,” he said, “know better than I whether or not prosperity is returning. Here in the woods I am quite out of politics.” He was proof against any requests for a word on the Cuban, the Hawaiian or the Behring Sea questions, and no loss silent about the Dingley bill. Bolltics, In any form, be thought, inadvisable for an ex-president enjoying the quiet of his summer home. Now that Mr. Harrison has a wife and a baby, to whom he devotes himself with line gallantry, he goes less and less to the Moose club, a shooting and recreation organization composed of well-to-do and solid professional and business men, which has a line summer clubhouse not far from the Harri-

: son cottage.

1 His great friend, Mr. Shepherd, still

POLITICS NIT.

noon together, became the fast, -t of friends. One had said “The service is going to the devil", the other replied, “Yes, d it. it is;" and that was the extent of their conversation. "Son Russ,” who was so festive in the earlier part of his father's administration, has been almost forgotten by the public and is growing more seda.e, anti some say more wise. The expresident Is, if anything, more portly than ever. In his shirt sleeves, without the gracious folds of a frock coat, he appears as round as a hall. He takes no exercise, except pushing the | baby carriage and t learing away underbrush. Unlike Mr. Cleveland, he has no naphtha launch. When he travels on the lake it is In a rowboat, his guide and man-of-all-work being at the oars. The new law which prevents the “hounding” of deer, the luring of them to a certain spot with salt or attracting them with a “jack light" is a disappointment to Mr. Harrison, who will now have to hunt the deer, instead of having the deer brought to him. Formerly his guides and their dogs hounded the deer into the water, where they were kept swimming until the ex-presi-dent from the bow of his l>oat dispatched them. Or else at night he was rowed along the shores with a light in the bow of the boat. Often in this way the prey is brought within two or three yards of the muzzle of the rifle. As the guides say, “You can almost reach out and touch them.” Both "hounding” ami “jacklighting" are scarcely considered legitimate sport by American sportsmen. What Mr. Harrison desires more than anything else is the venison for his table, it is said, and he sees no more cruelty in getting it in

on® way than in anothei FREDERICK PALMER.

Great Mental Strain“How much Insanity develops u hot

weather!"

“Yes people lose their minds when their ice bills come in.”

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KNICKNAMES OF CITIES.

New York Gotham Louisville—Fall City Aberdeen—Granite City. Keokuk—The Gate City Pittsburg The Iron City Hannibal—The Bluff City

Chicago—The Garden City Rochester—The Flour City Pittsburg—The Smoky City. St. Louis—The Mound City London—The Modern Babylon. New Haven -The City of Elms.

Detroit The City of the Straits | Indianapolis The Railroad City. Raleigh, N. C —The City of Oaks. Brooklyn—The City of Churches. Baltimore—The Monumental City. Nashville—The City of the Rocks. Springfield, 111—The Flower City. Cincinnati The Queen City of the

West.

Cleveland and Portland—The Forest

Cities.

Buffalo The Queen City of the

Lakes.

Ancient Rome—The Mistress of the

World.

Washington -The City of Magnificent Distances. Philadelphia—The City of Brotherly Love and tho Quaker City. Brussels- Little Paris. The name is sometimes applied to Milan. Cincinnati—Porkopolls. This name has sometimes been applied to Chicago. Boston—The City of Notions, tho Puritan City, the City of Culture, the Modern Athens, and the Hub of the Universe.

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MR. JOHN L. BITTINGER.

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fsed to arouse a factional fight, and the President urged him to take the posl- . himself. This he refused to do ft was suggested that he select some other place. He declared his dlaincii1 nation to eugage la governmental serj v ice Later, when calling on the PresL | dent, Mr. Bittlnger said that If the disposition to provide for him still existed, and the plum should happen to drop on his head, he would like It to be the consulship to Montreal It bus Ironped. t

— ' •il' Acotdentnl Uolil IJUro*eri*».

From the Boston Post: Many of the gold finds in the Ktondyke region have been purely accidental, and some of them were decidedly (nterestlT\g. though perhaps not more so than many accidental finds In our own west In the '40s and ’(>0s. It was before 1S.10 that three men while looking for goliP in California discovered the dead bojy of a man who evidently had been “prospecting.” “Poor fellow!” said one of the trio. “He has passed in Ills checks!” “Let’s give him a decent burial,'' said another. “Some wife or mother will be glad if ever she knows it.” They began to dig a grace. Three feet below the mirfnee they discovered tho signs of gold. The stranger was buried In another place, and where they located a grave they opened a gold mine. An adventurer who had ! drifted Into Leadville awoke one morning without food or money. He went 1 out and shot a deer, which. In its dy1 ing agonies, kicked up the dirt and dis- ‘ closed signs of gold. The poor mini staked out a “claim," and opened up ' ones of tho most profitable mines ever t worked in Leadville. "Dead Man’s ' Claim," the name given to another rich mine In Leadville, was discovered by ! a broken-down miner while digging a grave. A miner died when there were several feet of snow on the ground. His comrades laid his body In a snowbank and hired a man for $20 to dig a grave. The grave digger, after three days’ absence, was found digging a mine instead of a grave. While excavating he had struck gold. Forgetting the corpse and his bargain, he thought [ only of the fact that he had “struck It

rich ”

THE EX-PRESIDENT “GRUBBING" ON HIS ADIRONDACK PLACE

Qtioer ('(lurch Mtiiiuctt*. A novel case was tried in the circuit court at Dixon, Ky. Jesse White, a ministeryot the gospel, was fined $29 for disUmring religious worship. White was conducting a sanctified meeting at Chalybeate church. The church had made a rule that no young man shouttf sit on the woman's side of tho house, and when one Mr. Crooks came in with la girl and took a seat beside her the minister left tho pulpit and ai-restoft him. Crooks made some resistanee. which caused a disturbance, for which White was fined.

Smoothing a Wrinkled Dross skirtNew York Times: A woolen dress skirt, which has been wrinkled tty packing or In any other way. may be straightened by hanging outdoors in the dampness of a damp day or evening, when there is not too much dew, for'a few hours. Care must bo takon to keep the garment from becoming more wrinkled while it is still dirmp.