Evening Republican, Volume 17, Number 73, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 26 March 1913 — Page 2

The SABLE LORCHA

By HORACE HAZELTINE

BYNOPSIS. Robert Cameron, capitalist, consults Philip Clyde, newspaper publisher, rewarding' anonymous threatening letters he has received. The first promises a sample Of the writer’s power oh a certain day. On that day the head Is mysteriously cut from a portrait of Cameron while the latter Is in the room. Clyde has a theory that the portrait was mutilated while the room was unoccupied and the head later removed by means of a string, unnoticed by Cameron. Evelyn Grayson, Cameron’s niece, with whom Clyde Is In love, finds the head of Cameron’s portrait nailed to a tree, where It had been .used as a target. Clyde pledges Evelyn to secrecy. Clyde learns that a Chinese boy employed by Philatus Murphy, an artist living nearby, had borrowed a rifle from Cameron's lodgekeepcr. Clyde makes an excuse to call on Hfcrphy and Is repulsed. He pretends to be Investigating alleged Infractions of the game laws and speaks of finding the bowl of an opium pipe under the tree where Cameron’s portrait was found. The Chinese boy is found dead next morning. While visiting Cameron In his dressing room a Nell Gwynne mirror Is mysteriously shattered. Cameron becomes seriously 111 as a result of the ■hook. The third letter appears mysteriously on Cameron’s sick bed. It makes direct threats against the life of Cameron. Clyde tells • Cameron the envelope was empty. He tells Evelyn everything and plans to take Cameron on a yacht trip. The, yacht picks up a fisherman found drifting helplessly in a boat. He gives the name of Johnson. Cameron disappear* from yacht while Clyde’s back Is turned. A fruitless search Is made for a motor boat seen by the captain just before Cameron disappeared. Johnson is allowed to go after being closely questioned. Evelyn takes the letters to an expert In Chinese literature, who pronounces them of Chinese origin. Clyde seeks assistance from a Chinese fellow college student, who recommends him to Yup Sing, most prominent Chinaman in New York. The bitter promises to seek information of Cameron among his countrymen. Among Cameron’s letters la found one from one Addison, Who speaks of seeing Cameron In Pekin. Cameron had frequently declared to Clyde that he had never been in China. Clyde calls on Dr. Addison. He learns that Addison and Cameron were at one time intimate friends, but had a falling out over Cameron's denial of having bean seen In Pekin by Addison. Clyde froes to meet Yup Sing, sees Johnson, aterapts to follow him, falls Into a basement, sprains his ankle and becomes unconscious. Clyde Is found by Miss Clement, a missionary among the Chinese. He Is sick several days as a result of Inhaling charcoal fumes. Evelyn tells Clyde of a peculiarly acting anesthetic which renders a person temporarily unconscious. Murphy is discovered to have mysterious relations with the Chinese. Miss Clement promises to got Information about Cameron. Slump in Crystal Consolidated, of Which Cameron is the head. Is caused by a rumor of Cameron’s Illness. Clyde finds Cameron on Fifth avenue In a dazed and emaciated condition and takes him home. Cameron awakes from a long sleep and speaks to a strange tongue. He gives orders to an Imaginary crew In Chinese Jargon. Then In terror cries: “I didn t kill them." Evelyn declares the man Is not her uncle. Evelyn and Clyde call on MiSs Clement for promised Information and find that the Chinaman who was to give It has lust been murdered. Miss Clement gives Clyde a note asking him to read It after he leaves the mission and then destroy It. It tells of the abduction of a white man by Chinese-who shipped him back to China. The man Is accused or the crime of the “Sable Lorcha In which 10* Chinamen were killed. The appearance In New York of the man they supposed they had shipped to \Cnina throws consternation Into the Chinese. The brougham In which Clyde and Evelyn are riding Is held up by an armed man. Clyde Is seised by Murphy and a fight ensues. Evelyn and Clyde are rescued by the police and return home. They ' find Yup Sing and the Chinese consul awaiting them. Yup teHs Clyde the story of the crime of the “Sable J Lorcha. in which 97 Chinamen were deliberately sent to their death by one Donald M Nish, whom they declare la Cameron. CHAPTER XXll. —Continued. » “McNlsh escaped, I presume?" I asked the question more to relieve the tensity o t the silence which ensued, than because of any doubt on this point. “McNlsh escaped,” he echoed. “And no one else?” “The Eurasian cook escaped, too. He broke out of his galley. Hastily he patched together a raft and reached land a week later, more dead than alive.” , “And all the rest—those ninety-sev-en deluded, tricked countrymen of yours—perished?” , “To a man.” “Then the graphic description yon have Just given me, came—how ? From whom? Certainly not from the cook, * who was locked In the galley ?” "Partly from the cook, yes,” he answered, unmoved. "And partly from one to whom McNlsh, himself, described his own crime." The Vice Consul here added a word. - ' "Moreover," he said, and his accent was In marked contrast with the merchant’s perfect English, “we have corroborative evidence. It happened that the lorcha sank In what you call shßal water. Six months' later, she was declared a menace to shipping. Tinder ordinary conditions she would have been dynamited where, she was. But because of the tragedy, she was raised, and examined; and the hole In her bow proved the truth of what we had heard.” In spite of the seriously Impressive manner of my Informants 1 was far from credulous. Such a crime might have been perpetrated, but I questioned that tbe for his stria's sake, if for no other reason, would aver have admitted the deed, much less havs truthfully detailed the manner of Its commission. < But, even admitting that there was neither Invention nor misrepresentation in the narrative, I was now -mar* than ever oonvtnoed that Robert Cameron had no part In It, and that In placing even the slightest blame upon ' him an egregious eiTor had been committed. “What yon tall me,” I said, at length, la vary IntenwUng, but I do not tee

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Just how it applies to my tortured and now missing friend.” The Vice Consul in an unguarded moment forgot himself. ' ‘ “You no can see?” he queried, lapsing for the nonce Into the vernacular. “I certainly, can not." Mr. Yup Sing indulged in the shadow of an Icy smile. “Your friend, Clyde,” he said, with a brief Impressive pause between each word, “and Donald McNlsh are one and the same man.” Up to this point I had maintained my poise. I had listened .with feigned respect and denied myself the satisfaction of interruptions. But at this preposterous claim, I could contain myself no longer. Before the \ slowly spoken sentence was complete I had sprung up, restless with impatient indignation, my blood throbbing in my temples, my hands Itching to throttle an honest man’s traducers. “That,” I cried, hoarse with exasperation, "is a damnable lie!” If I expected retaliation I was disappointed. Yup Sing’s seamed yellow face continued an immobile mask for whatever emotion lie may have felt, and Chen Mok placidly consulted his memoranda. “Robert Cameron,” I went on, my passion whetted by their indifference, “has been a gentleman of leisure and fortune always. Of all pnen in the world he is the last to be accused of such a crime as this. A seafaring man! A smuggler of coolies! It is too preposterous even for discussion. And I want to tell you now, Mr. Yup, and you, too, Mr'. Chen, that I shall leave no stone unturned to bring to justice those who are guilty of having made this unthinkable mistake. Hitherto I have been unable to get a clew. But what you have said tonight does away with that difficulty. Both of you Bhall answer, now, to the authorities.” As I spoke I edged toward an electric push-button, at the side of the chimney-piece, and at the last word, I pressed it. That Checkabeedy, following my lnstructi6ns, had remained withlu close call was demonstrated by his prompt appearance. 1 “Telephone the police Btation,” I commanded, “to send two officers here at once.”

CHAPTER XXIII. A Tattoo Mark. Though I spoke in my ordinary tone, the visiting Celestials gave no sign that they heard me. I had expected protestation. I should not have been surprised had I been forced to restrain them —to make them prisoners, In fact, until the arrival of the police. But neither of them either moved or spoke, until the silence, in my nervously excited condition, becoming, unbearable to me, I demanded: "By what right, Mr. Yup, do you make the assertion that my friend and your enemy are one?” With a supercilious arrogance of manner that maddened me to the limit of self-control, he mAde reply. “I was coming to that, Mr. Clyde, when you so unfortunately lost your temper. In stating the purpose of our visit I think I Informed you Jhat It was two-fold. In the first place, we came to give what you had asked for—information. In the second place, we came to request something from you—assistance. The motive of the threatening letters which Mr. Cameron received, I think I have made clear. For sixteen years my people, the kinsfolk of the victims of the Sable Lorcha, have searched the world for the fiend who brought upon them a sorrow beyond any that you of the Occident can understand. To us of the Celestial Empire the tombs of our fathers are very dear. McNlsh robbed these men not only of life but of decent burial.” "That is all very well," I exclaimed, Impatiently, "but can’t you see that a Terrible mistake has been made? Why under heaven you should fancy that In Mr. Cameron, a gentleman to hiß fin-ger-tips, you have found this outlaw McNlsh is incomprehensible." Once more Yup Sing smiled hiß icy smile and the Vice Consul made as If to speak, but thinking better of It, apparently, maintained hla stolid silence. “You were coming to that," I urged. "The man to whom McNlsh boasted of hla deed was the man who Identified him. They had been partners In the Far East In the trade of smuggling coolies. The one, I have no doubt, waa no better than the other; yet we believe that our informant waa neither directly nor indirectly concerned In the particular piece of brutality of which I have told you. Eventually, he and McNlah quarrelled and parted. For some years he lost all traoe of him; and then by accident, one day be came upon him, here in America, living In • palace on Long Island Sound and masquerading under a new name." "A resemblance!” I cried. In a passion of indignation. "A mere resemblance! And on that you and your people conspire to tbrment and abduct a purely innocent man. Was ever such an outrage heard of! Every one of you shall pay dear for this error.”

I might have been the fire wood sputtering on thj hearth for all the effect my vehemence bad upon that precious pair of Mongolians. “We understand,” the spokesman- resumed, “that your friend managed in some way to escape from his captors, and is now in this house.” “Yes,” I resumed, hotly. “He’s here, more dead than alive unfortunately; but he is coming around slowly and will be quite able to testify when the time comes.” “Mr. Chen Mok,” he proceeded, calmly, “has communicated with ’the State Department at Washington, and the United States authorities are now only waiting our word to put your good, gentlemanly friend under arrest, Mr. Clyde, for the crime he committed on the high seas, sixteen years ago.” For a moment I stared at them in silent amazement. “You’re both mad,” I exploded at length, “both crazy. Do you think for one moment I believe such rot as that? Even if what you say were possible—and it isn’t —you would have to identify tbe accused by something better than the mere word of a man who hadn’t seen him for years. Of what use would such an identification be against tbe testimony of Mr. Cameron’s life-long friends?” “Since you doubt our ability to identify,” was Mr. Yup’s -prompt rejoinder, “I may add that there are two marks of identification, which must, I, think, convince even yourself.” I laughed grimly. So that was their game! For nearly a month Cameron had been their prisoner. In that time they had examined, inspected, inventoried him. His scars, moles, birthmarks had been listed, and were now to be used to identify him with a renegade murderer of Chinese coolies. I told my slant-eyed visitors that their trick was transparent. But they only looked at me with an expression which seemed half pity and half con-

tempt. , , “Did you ever observe a tattoo mark 'on your friend’s left forearm?” asked Mr. Chen Mok. “Never,” I answered. “He has one there.” “I am willing to wager something valuable he hasn’t a tattoo mark anywhere on his person,” I retorted, “and I’ll prove It In five minutes.” “We shall be glad to have the proof,” said Yup Sing. Once more I pressed the button at the side of the chimney-piece, and once again Checkabeedy appeared Jn the doorway. “You telephoned?” I asked, "Yes. sir.” “Very good, now send Mr. Bryan to me here, at once.” Then turning to Cameron’s accusers, I explained: “Mr. Bryan, for whom I have just sent, is nursing my friend. He would naturally know If what you say Is true.” To my surprise they made no demur. Yup Sing, however, asked that he might be permitted to put to the nurse the necessary questions, and as I was perfectly confident that no incriminating answers could be given, no matter what the form of catechism, I willingly acceded. . Had I not played tennis and golf with Cameron scores of times on hot summer days when, with shirt sleevea rolled above his elbows, his forearma were bared toTriew? Could there by any possibility have been a tattoo mark there, and I not have seen it? Mr. Bryan came quickly, a little puzzled, seemingly, at being called to such an audience. Purposely I kept silence, merely waving an Introductory hand toward the two Chinamen. Yup Sing tactfully explained the situation. "A question has arisen, Mr. Bryan,” he said, with more of suavity in his tone than I had hitherto observed, "whether by any chance your patient has a mark of any character whatever tattooed upon his left forearm. If yeu have observed such, we shall be glad If you will kindly describe It.” The nurse flung a questioning glance at me, and I nodded reassuringly. I did not wonder that be was surprised at the question. "Is there, or is there not, such a mark?” the Oriental urged. "There Is; yes, sir." / I think, Involuntarily, I started forward. I know that for just a breath I thought my ears had played me * trick. Then, suddenly, there swept back across my memory that expression of Checkabeedy*s: "Who between you and me, sir, I don’t trust, nohow.” Could It be possible that Bryan was In tbe conspiracy? But only for the briefest moment did this doubt sway amid the welter of my thoughts. Into its place rolled an amusement that shocked and stunned; that checked me all standing, as It were; for Bryan was amplifying, was telling about the mark, which be bad first noticed he said, on tbe night of his arrival, and which he had examined more closely on several occasions since. "It’s evidently a representation of some sort of sailing vessel, 7 be explained, "with a curved hull and a j

single broad sail. And below It are three letters: D. M. N .” Blindly I clutched tine back of a chair with both hands, for a sense of unreality oppressed me, and tbe room itself became waveringly unsubstantial. It was not true, of course, this that Bryan was saying. Nothing was true. Nothing was rear. It was all a nightmare; and the two glqating yellow masks were horrible dream faces. "And you have probably noticed; 1 a scar-—a long livid scar?" It was Yup Sing's voice I heard. He was still questioning the nurse. And now Bryan would make another preposterous answer, Jußt as persons always do in dreams. I knew he would. So when he said: “Yes, sir, just 'between'the left shoulder blade and the spinal column. It looks as though it were the mark of a deep and vicious knife slash,* I was. not in the least surprised. Checkabeedy-brought me back to a realization of time and place. He spoke my name In a half-whisper and I awoke again to realities with a start. “The officers are here, sir,” he informed me, matter-of-factly. ‘'The officers?" I repeated, and then, memory reasserting Itself, I added: “Oh, yes, of course. Ask them to wait just a moment, Checkabeedy.” Into the mental marshalling of facts which ensued there came a vivid memory of that weird scene in the sick--chamber when Cameron had raved a strange tongue,'mingled with words of pidgin-English and a few phrases — incriminating phrases, in the light of tonight’s revelation—of vigorous vernacular. If what Bryan had said was true —and for him to lie about a matter as readily demonstrable was hardly to be considered —I must conclude myself beaten at all points. From first to last, then, I had been defending a creature unworthy of defense.

It was difficult to accept this conclusion. Mind and heart alike were arrayed against it. Yet, thinking clearly now, I recognized fully the position in which I had placed myself. I had been willing to swear, to wager, there was no tattoo mark, and the best evidence—my own witness —had proved me wrong. Certainly I could expect no mild judgment from these Asiatics. Honest as I had been, they must believe that I had known, and had meant to deceive them. They probably thought that I had signalled to Bryan to endorse me in my lies, and that the nurse had either misunderstood or openly rebelled. Before Checkabeedy had reached the door, I recalled him. ■ “On second thought,” I said, “the officers need not wait. Tell them that it was a mistake. I shall not require them.” Turning to Yup Sing and his companion, I added: “What Mr. Bryan has told you is the greatest surprise to me. Even yet I can scarcely believe It, unless the mark and the scar were obtained while my friend was a prisoner in the hands of your countrymen.” “Tattoo marks and scars show age no less than faces,” the merchant replied. "Both of these are years old. Any capable judge of such things will tell you that. Possibly Mr. Bryan can tell.” “The scar is not a fresh one,” said the nurse. “As to tattoo marks, 1 am not experienced; but I shouldn’t think the mark on Mr. Cameron’s arm was put there recently.” “Gentlemen,” I said, making a final stand, “while I do not question Mr. Bryan’s entire honesty in this matter, nevertheless I prefer to see these marks of identification, myself. If you will excuse us for five minutes, I shall not be longer.” , At the foot of the grand Btaircase, Evelyn joined me. Bryan, at my suggestion, went to the elevator and ascended that way, while she and I slowly climbed the broad, velvet-carpeted marble steps to the flopr above. “1 thought you were never conning out of that room,” she declared, nervously. "Once, I was on the verge of going after you. The first time you rang for Checkabeedy, I mean. . . What did you have him telephone for? He absolutely refused to tell me. Was it the two policemen? . . . What did you want them for? . , . Why did you let them go away again?

. . . Aren’t those Chinamen ever going? . . What on earth did you want with Mr. Bryan? . . . What are you going upstairs for, now?” How tactfully I answered these questions and others I shall not attempt to decide.. I know only that I set my teeth to guard the one problem which absorbed me, and which for worlds I would not have her know. "It Is all right, Evelyn," I assured her, over and over again. “There is not the smallest danger. . . . They came to give me information. . . . You must be very tired, little girt. . . . Go to bed, now, and forget It all until morning. . . . Yes, I’ll tell you everything, then.” I wonder how many women there are who, horning with curiosity as she was, would have obliged me as she did! Is It pardonable, then, If again I say that throughout all this trying experience she proved herself a girl of a thousand? Bryan was waiting for me in the passage outside Cameron’s door. "I left him sleeping,” he explained, "and, If possible, I don’t wish to disturb him; so we’ll go In quietly together.” 81owly and with Infinite care lest he make the least noise he turned the knob. Quite as cautiously he opened the door, and tiptoeing softly, we entered. It was the first time I had been In the room slnoe the day of that terrible outburst, and It still held for me an atmosphere as grewsomely forbidding as that of a tomb. Only one lowered light burned, over

a tall, antique bureltt between tbe darkly curtained window*; the chamber was in semi-gloom. But scarcely had I passed Bryan, .who stopped to close the door with the same adroit silence with which he had accomplished it* opening, than a stealthily moving white figure defined itself, issuing. apparently -from 1 a —massive carved wardrobe* which stood against the walk opposite the huge, teetered bed. The spectacle was at least arresting. I know I halted abruptly as if stricken all at once with total paralysis. For a heart-beat or two/1 think I stopped breathing. But my eyes meanwhile were strained fixedly upon the apparition, and seeing it pass with almost incredible swiftness beneath the one dim light above the bureau, I recognized Cameron. At the same moment the room was flooded with a sudden glare, Bryan too, had seen, and had Switched on the electrics. Simultaneously be flashed past me and was at his patient’s side. “What does this mean?” I heard him say. "What did you want? Can’t I trust you alone for ten minutes? I told you, Cameron, that you must not leave your bed unless I am with you.” I saw Cameron cower under the upbraiding. In his eyes I read terror, and all my sympathy was aroused on this instant. Bryan might be carrying oqt Dr. Massey’s orders, but he appeared to me "unnecessarily harsh. "What were you doing?” he insisted; and then I saw him roughly grasp his patient’s arm, and hold. It up, revealing a tightly clenched hand. { “Mr. Bryan!” I cried in remonstrance. "Gently, gently. Remember—" But the nurse paid small heed to me. He was busy opening the doubled fist. I stood now where I could look Cameron squarely ip the face, but my gaze was elsewhere. It was his left hand over which Bryan was engaged, and from his wrist to his elbow the sleeve jbf his white night robe had been pushed back, exposing a sinewy forearm, marked precisely as Bryan had described it. Scrutinizingly I bent forward. The tattooing was indisputable, and, as the nurse had said, It bore no evidence of being recent work. Up to that moment I had hoped against hope that In some way or other a misconception had occurred. I had hoped, I suppose, for the performance of some miracle which would exonerate this man. And now that hope was obliterated by those blue-pricked letters D. M. N. beneath an almost exact facsimile of the black smudge which had taken the place of signature on each of the three threatening letters —the black smudge, of which Cajperon, wearing it then indelibly upon the cuticle, had dared to feign utter ignorance. And yet, I asked myself once more, how was it that I had never noticed it before? Again and again I had seen that forearm bared. Surely I would have observed so odd a mark; cer&lnly I would have been perplexed by those three unfitting Initials. "There, now!" Bryan waa saying. "Back to bed with you, Cameron. What did you want thjs letter for, anyway? If It was necessary for you to have It, couldn’t I have got it for you?" “Give It back to me!” Cameron was pleading, piteously. "Give it back to me! It is a private matter. Give it back to me, or destroy it before my eyes. Burn it, here, before me.” “Let me have it, Mr. Bryan,” I asked, and turning to the unhappy gentleman I said: "You’ll trust me, won’t •you, Cameron? I’ll destroy it, unread, if you wish it.” • "No, no no," he objected, earnestly. “Give It back to me.” But even as he demanded It, Bryan put It in my hands; and spreading It out—for It had been crumpled to a pellet In the invalid’s clutch—l was about to humor him, when the superscription caught my eye and held it The envelope bore the name and address: "Donald McNlsh, Taylor’s Hotel, New York City, U. S. A.” (TO BE CONTINUED.)

Marvelous Surgical Feat.

An ex-soldier, named Blomqulst, has just been pronounced cured, in Stockholm, Sweden, after one of the most remarkable operations on record. A year ago Blomqulst was accidentally shot in the head during the maneuvers, and it was found that one half of the brain had been injured, and that the only chance of life for the patient lay in its removal. After much deliberation by the doctors the perilous operation was performed, with the marvelous result that within a few weeks Blomqulst recovered. He was in full possession of all his faculties, but on being tested matter of reading and writing, he was found to have entirely forgotten the meaning of the alphabet and numerals. One of the doctors undertook to re-teach him all the forgotten lore, and after a not very considerable time and much Industry, Blomqulst is again able to read and wrljte. He has now left the nursing home, where he has been under the care of the doctors, and returned to work on hls farm. He Is robust in health and shows no trace physically or mentally of the extraordinary experience he has had.

Clever Japanese.

Honolulu have developed a new Industry In the local fisheries now all but monopolised by them. They are buying up all the surplus aku, when big catches are brought Into the market, which they manufacture Into a peculiar article of dried fish for export to the mainland. They have erected a plant In the rear of the Fisheries Company’s place at the market, where they clean, boll and then sun-dry the fish," making an article that la said to keep well, besides being gulte

MAN MUCH SOUGHT FOR

BULLY HAYES AN OUTLAW IN AU MOST EVERY CIVILIZED PORT. Deed* of Daring and Sharpness Had Made Him a Notorious Character Throughout the Whole Pacifie— Australia Most Angry. Bnlly Hayes, the South Pacific pirate, aB he was called, was a frequenter of San Francisco harbor and became tbe most notorious character In the whole Pacific, says a writer in the London Weekly. Over Six feet three inches In height; he was possessed of immense physical strength and of this he was extremely proud. He was also a handsome man, with bright blue eyes, a strong nose, well cut month, large mpstache and long clustering hair. The most marked feature in his character was temper, :which, when once aroused, passed entirely out of his control. In these momenta of ungovernable rage he became little short of a madman. His smiling face would assume the look of a demon, his eyes became almost black, and his face flushed to a deep purple. At such, times he would do deeds of the greatest cruelty, not scrupling to. take the life of those who offended him. Possessed of considerable culture, speaking German, French and Spanish fluently, his scandalous 'performance* had made him an outlaw in almost every civilized port. Sharp lookout was kept for him at Melbourne In consequence of an unscrupulous fraud he played there on the occasion of a previous vißit. He had shipped 300 Chinese at Hongkong for Melbourne. At that time a poll tax of SSO each was paid by every Chinese landing at that port. Before going on board the Chinese had each* paid Hayes their SSO, as well as the. charges for the voyage; but the knavish captain had no thought or intention of paying over to the Australian; government the large amount he hadl received as poll tax, amounting in alii to something' like $15,000.

When the port was within sight he contrived, with the assistance of his carpenter, to almost scuttle the vessel by making a large hole in the side. In an apparently waterlogged and: sinking condition the vessel Blowly entered the harbor. Hayes then hadl a flag of distress hoisted. Immediately the pilot and a nufnber of tugboats' put out to their assistance. When they same alongside the captain shouted, telling them of his sinking and hopeless condition. “For mercy’s' sake,” said he, “don’t stop to tow us to the shore, but save these hundreds of poor distracted creatures by getting them on shore at once in your boat. I care nothing about my own life, If you will only save these poor follows. Then, when they are on shore, come immediately for us. In the meantime we will work away at the pumps and try to keep the ship afloat” Accordingly, the 300 Chinese were transshipped into the tugboats and conveyed to the nearest landing place, which was several miles away. While this was being done all hands were put to work at the pumps. Then when the last of the Chinese had been taken off, the bow of the vessel was turned seaward and away went the ship with Captain Hayes and his crew. He had managed to land 300 Chines* and yet kept the $15,000 poll tax for himself. It was a cruel business for the pilot company, who had to pay the poll tax themselves, and were nearly ruined thereby.

Farmer Bulletins for Housekeepers.

A wise housewife takes advantage of every facility offered for the better and more scientific management of her home, and there are many available helps of which perhaps the average housekeeper is ignorant. One of the most reliable sources of information Is our department of agriculture at Washington, D. C., which maintains experiment stations, where digestion tests and other nutrition Investigations are conducted, and the results reported in farmers’ bulletins. These reports are offered free of charge on application, and discuss every food subject and many food processes, such as preserving, canning, bread making, etc. A penny post card sent to a member of congress or to the secretary of agriculture will bring you a list of .all the bulletins now available for distribution, or you can request a particular one directly.

It Didn’t Work.

"Doctor, what is the remedy for snoring?” asked Walters. "You breathe through your mouth when you sleep,” said the physician. "Then If I wake up and find my mouth open, the —” “Get up and close it,” interrupted the man of medicine. 1 A few nights later Walters tried it on hls mother-in-law, repeating softly, so he would not alarm her: "Do not be afraid; I am not a burglar!" Now he Is sorry that he isn’t.— Woman's World.

Huge Electric Clock.

To advertise a Boston company, a large electrio sign has been set up in that city measuring over all 64 feet in width by 60ft in height. The sign contains a dock with a dial 84 feet In diameter, at each side of which are columns studded with electric lamps. The, minute hand of the clock Is 18Vh feet long and weighs 488 pounds, while the hour hand is 14 feet 4 inches long, weighing 888 pounds. The total weight of the structure Is flftsea tons. Altogether there are <,2|B lamps [used In the sign.