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The lights were now pretty wide apart, and we knew we were getting close in. 'Starboard!' shouted a man at the foremast, as we could just see the white foam surging in a huge breaker over the Iron Rock within a cable's length of us in another moment we passed within thirty yards of the breakers, and presently we shot direct into the mouth of the bay between the two fires on the ciiffs. We could see the old woman at one fire and a man at the other directly we had passed, both fires were suddenly put out. We anchored in the bay: father left two meu in the Polly with orders to sink

in the pinnace with the bales which we have just put awajr and glad I was, mother dear, to see the light at home, and to find you waiting for us. 'But I don't like the work, mother and I don't think it's all over yet." "Well, Ned, you shan't ge unless you like," said Paul: "but there's too harm in buying and selling fairly. All's honest and above board and if the Polly's too long in tne legs for the King's boats, she has a right to earn a penny for a new sets of sails We don't rob the government of the duty if we didn't bring the silks through, the Frenchmen would, so the country would lose nothing and we gain."

The conversation was suddenty interrupted. At this moment the windows of the cottage shook violently at the loud report of a cannon that appeared almost close to the cliff. All sprang to their feet, and looking through the window, rocket alter rocket whizzed high in the air. Again a vivid flash was followed by the concussion of the gun, and as Paul and Ned rushed out to the terrace, a fearful sight was presented. Brightly illumined by the burning of a blue light, which rendered not only objects on the deck but every rope distinctly visible, the liue revenue cutter lay fixed upon the Iron Rock. A wave rolled completely over her, and at once extinguished the light that had for a few moments exhibited her distress at the san.e instant a tremendous crash was heard as her mast fell over the. side, Again flash and heavy report, then once more a blue light burned, and showed the fearful havoc that had been wrought in a few minutes dismasted and with her decks confused with the fallen sail and rigging, and her immense boom tying across the quarter-deck. The crew were attempting to save themselves on the spars. Several men clung to the mast but again the sea broke completely over her, and swept awaj' not pnly the light, but the unfortunate man that held it, And all was complete darkness but above the tumult of wind and waves a cry of distress was distinctly heard

Without loss of time, Paul and Ned bad seized two coils of rope from the cottage stores, and were making the •best of their way along the edge of the cliff to the projecting point at (the right of the entrance to the bay upon which Mother Lee had originally lighted the fire. This point was not far from the Iron Rock, and, should any strong swimmer be able -to reach ft. he would be able to enter the Cove,or should he miss the mouth ^he would b» dashed to pieces against the perpendicular cliff. Paul thought that Ihe mast with the clinging crew might be driven in this direction he bad therefore taken ropes to haul them up the rook, should it be possible 1o save them. He had also provided himself with a crowbar to drive

Into the ground, to which he could make fat a rope, should it be necessary for him to descend. Ned carried a lantern, but the way was so dangerous along the edge of the cliff that, much caution was required in their advance.

In the meantime a person was alreadv at the extremitv oE the Point, exactly opposite to the Iron Rock upon which the cutter lay. Mother Xjee, after having extinguished her fire, I.ad remained upon the spot to revel in the calamity that she had Expected.

As the Polly, guided by the two fires, had scudded through the mouth tQf the bay beneath her feet, she iguessed that the cutter would approach so near in pursuit as to be junable to weather the Iron Rock in 80 violent a gale on the lee shore. '^Mother Lee was always in ecstasy amidst scences of suffering, but, as her husband had been hanged for (piracy and murder, she bore an in-

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fern a' hatred 1o all officers of the Cr nvn, but more especially to those of the coast-guard, by whom he had *:be in captured. She now sat crouched Vlik an owl among the loose fragments of rock upon the extreme ipoint of the cliff, but could her face have been distinguished, an intense earnestness would have been observed as she bent her head on one (side, and, with one hand raised to :assisfc her hearing, she strained her tears for any sound lhat should be 'heard beneath. At length she started. /There could be no doubt—it was a voice, then another still more dis

BY THE

BY SIR SAMUEL AV. BAKER.

CHAPTER III —CONTINUED. jtinct, from the raging sea. two hun"This is touch and go!,: said fath-j below! «r: still on we flew with the gale! "Holdon my lads, never fear! right-a-beam, and the lugger in her stick your feet oui when we near the k^4- 4-m!rv. lilra rnooViniNA fOClvS best trim going like a racehorse. :'Hurrah!'cried father, 'Mother Lee has got her lamps trimmed, and as we approached, the two lights wid'fined apart. 'That's the mouth of the Cove,' said father 'we are all right if we can see to clear the Iron iKock.'" father had the helm, and not a 'word was spoken on the deck as we went hissing through the water.

the kegs of brandy while we landed breakers forced the entire length of ?iV n.. !.• i. I flm macf KrnnrlGirlo nn ocrrnnci. I.IIP

"I can't hold on much longer. Oh my poor Sarah!" exclaimed a despairing voice in reply.

At this moment the mast, with six men clinging to it, including the captain of the cutter, was washed against the cliff exactly below the Point upon which the oid woman was perched. Fortunately the spar was brought at right angles across the extreme point of the entrance to the bar, so that, could the men only retain their hold in the frighftuljsurf that beat against the perpendicular rock, both the mast and themselves would have a good chance of being washed directly into the mouth of the Cove, in which case they might be saved. "Hold fast, my lads! Never say die!" shouted the same manly voice of encouragement from below, as one end of the mast struck violently against the rock. "Lord help us!" screamed a voice of agony '"help!" 'Hold fast!" was again heard, as the

the mast broadside on against the locks, and jammed the unfortunate men agaidst the cliff.

Old Mother Lee had stood up, and she leant over the cliff, listening to the terrible struggle for life. "Ha! ha!" she chuckled. "Lord help us!"

"I'll help ye! Stephen, didn't for yer! and here! help! Curses on

Yer helped my yer? Here's help And here's more yer! here's more

help! Ha! ha! I heard that strike! D'ye like it? Here's another!" The old woman, with incredible strength, in a frenzy of fury, lifted large blocks of stone from the rocky ground, and showered them at random upon the unfortunate sailors below. A fragment of stone of many pounds' weight fell upon the head of the gallant captain with a dull crash, and his lifeless bodyslipped from the mast and disappeared amidst the surf. Another, and then a third, succwmbed to the pitiless shower of stones which the old hag rolled without intermission from the height. Two men had been crushed to death against the cliff by the mast driven by the surf. Only one remained several rocks bounded past him, and two had struck the mast within a few inches of his hands.

Just at this moment Paul and Ned arrived, and found Mother Lee in the act of heaving another piece of rock over the edge of the cliff in her excitement she had neither heard them approach,nor had she seen the light, as her attention had been directed below.

Startled at the unexpected sight of the old woman, Paul halted for a moment just as she hurled a large stone over the precipice. At the same time a loud cr}' of distress from beneath rang upon his ear. The horrible truth flashed upon him as Mother Lee 'turned round, and he read the deed in the fearful expression of her features. "Cursed old fiend!" shouted Paul, as he seized her by the waist, and lifting her like an infant in the air, he swung her above his head and in another moment Mother Y^ee would have been flying over the rock into the boiling surf had not Ned caught Paul's arm, and checked his first impulse of retribution.

Throwing her upon the ground behind him, Paul hallooed out, "Who's below?'' "Help me! I'm nearly done, massa!"' replied a foreign voice. "Hold on, my good fellow!" shouted Paul "I'll be with you directly! Don't give in."

Just at this moment a heavy sea sweeping round the corner turned the mast end on against the Point, and another sea striking it quickly after, it was driven directly into the mouth of the Cove against the face of the clifT. Once more Paul leant over the precipice with the lamp in his hand. "Are you all right?" he shouted. "Nearly done, massa," was the only reply. "Hold on for a couple of minutes, and you're safe." cried Paul, at the same time, with a few vigorous strokes, he drove the iron bar deep into a fissure of the rock. Taking a ground turn of the rope upon the bar, he slipped a noose between Ned's legs. "Now. Ned, my boy, prove yourself a man all depends on you take this spare rope with you while I lower you down, and secure it around the poor fellow's body. Mind yourself, when you get near the mast, that you don't get jammed, and halloo to me when you're all right."

Without a moment's hesitation Ned fell upon his knees and hands, and crawliug to the edge of the cliff he grasped the tightened rope, and, as Paul slackened it off rapidly, in a few seconds he was swinging in the air,descending*quickly to the rescue.

The noise of the waves increased as he drew nearer to the water. "I'm coming! Cheer up!" he shouted to the person below, whom he could presently distinguish as a dark object clinging to the cross-trees of the mast this was so frequently and violently driven against the cliff as to render it impossible for him to reach the man in distress. Accordingly, when only a few feet aoove the water, he" shouted to Paul, "Hold hard!" at the same time he threw an end of the spare coil to the nearly exhausted sailor, and told him to make the loop fast by putting oate

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leg through it and holding on. Three times he threw the rope without success, but on the forth time it was caught, and in a few instants it was properly secured. "Haul away on the spare rope," he shouted to Paul. "I'm all right."

Almost immediately, the dark object was raised from the boiling surf and swinging in the air. It for an instant struck against Ned as hfe continued to ascend. "Hurrah!" shouted Ned, as he patted him on the shoulder as be passed, dragged quickly up the cliff by the tremendous strength of Paul's muscles. In the meantime, Paul worked like a machine. "Take" care of your hands now!" he shouted, "you're just at the top! I'll give you a hand over the cliff!" In another moment Paul had caught him by the wrist, and dragged him in safety to the surface. "Tank God, massa! tank God!" said the dark object, as it fell and clasped Paul's knees. "Halloo!" exclaimed Paul, as he held the lantern to the face of the new arrival "a nigger boy, I declare! poor fellow! why he's nearly perished with cold! Here, my lad, give us a hand, and help me to haul up the boy, for you owe your life to Ned, who's down below." "Lookout, Ned!" cried Paul, "hold fast! Now haul awajr, boy!" and in a few minutes Ned arrived safely on the top, and warmly shook the nigger boy by the hand.

The young negro was a fine lad of about fourteen, and he immediately grasped the hand that Ned had given him, and pressed it to his thick lips, while he endeavored to express his gratitude in a few sentences rendered almost unintelligible by the excitement. "Nigger boy almost gone—hear good massa call —then nigger pray to God, and hold fast like de debbel. —Then big stones come down from rock, kill de poor cappen—break his 'ed, all smash close to nigger boy.— All de people knocked off de mast by de waves—only nigger stick tight". Oh, my poor cappen! he's gone! only cappen love de nigger boy—lie my fader and my moder." At this painful remembrance the boy burst into a fit of sobbing, and looking over the edge of the dark cliff he wished to descend again in the hope of finding the body of the captain, his late master. "It's no use," said Ned "there's no one left and nothing can be done. But cheer up, lad," he continued "if the poor captain is dead, my father and mother will be good to you." "Yes," said Paul "come along, boy, and get some dry clothes, we'll do the best we can for you. Be a man it's no use crying over the bad job but if that isn't a cold-blooded murder I never heard of one, and old Mother Lee should swing for it. If it hadn't been for you, Ned, I think 1 should have chucked her pye%J$ut I'm'glad I didn't, for shell comoo a worse end if there is justice in the world."

They now cautiously picked their way among the loose stones on the dangerous path and soon arrived at the cottage, where Polly Gre3r was anxiously waiting for their return. The negro boy was made comfortable and fed and was shortly snoring on some clean straw in the kitchen, forgetting all his troubles in a sound sleep.

About two hours before daybreak a party of the coast guard arrived, under the command of Captain Smart they had heard the guns and seen the signals of distress, but they were too late to see a vestige of the cutter, which had broken up and totally disappeared not a soul had been saved, with the exception of the negro boy.

It was hardly light when they shoved off from" the beach in a skiff and quickly boarded the Polljr, that was lying at anchor and rolling heavily in the bay. Her decks had already been washed and every rope was in its place the strictest search could discern nothing except a supply of provisions and water, togeth* er with a certain amount of pig-irou ballast. "You don't often use the trawlnet," said Captain Smart to one of the Polly's men "your decks are as clean as a man-of-war." "D'ye like to see 'ism dirty?" replied the surly sailor "cos if you do, you must come along with us when we're fishing." "When's that? not often, I tliink," answered Captain Smart. "We'll send up to the station and let you know," said the sulky smuggler who was by no means pleased with the visit. "You'll be safer on board along with us than on the King's cutter." "That's very likely," said Captain Smart "how did the cutter manage to get ashore?" "It don't want much management to get ashore here in a sou'-wester," replied the dogged sailor "it don't want much laming on a dark night to bump on the Iron Rock even a King's officer knows enough for that." "What brought him here?" asked Captain Smart, in the hope of getting some account of the chase. "Well, I suppose it was the same same wind as brought us here," continued the ill-tempered fellow "and sarved her right that she's broke her bones, for her conduct was what I call ungenteel. "Yer see, the Polly was waiting for a chance to fish on good bit of ground that we knows of, when up comes a cutter with a fine breeze, and without more ado she bangs i* shot right into we, that came so close between the captain and me that/ it knocked the pipe out of my mouth and took his cap off. "•'It's only the French that as such uncivil manners/ ss

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tain 'it's a privateer, so we'd better show'em the Polly stern and run for home praps we'll meet with a King's ship that'll be a match for her.' "So off we went, and the Polly showed em the way, I can tell 3rou. Well, it blowed a gale, to be sure, in a short time, just what the Polly likes/ and we came in like a duck through night as dark as pitch but the Polly knows her way. Then yer see it turns out that the cutter wasn't a Frenchman after all more's the pity she began talking French so yer see she got in a mess, and I say sarves her right for her unpoliteness as a King's ship in firing at we, as though the Polly had been a Frenchman!"

Having delivered himself of this veracious account, Dick Stone proceeded to fill his short pipe, that had apparently recovered from the shock of the cannon ball, and, having struck a light, he leant against the mast, and shortly became enveloped in a cloud of tobacco smoke nothing would induce him to utter another word.

Joe Smart was rejoiced in his heart that his search had been unsuccessful. Nothing pained him so deeply as the necessity of acting in his official capacity against his old friend Paul but such stringent orders had been received to keep a watch over the proceedings of Sandy Cove that he had no choice. Returning to the shore, he left his nieu and ascended the zigzag path to visit Paul's cottage on the high cliff. The smoke was already issuing from the kitchen chimney as he arrived, and Paul Gray met him at the door. "Ha, Joe!" he said, "you're up betimes this morning! But I don't wonder we had but little sleep ourselves last night." "Is no one saved?" asked Joe Smart. "Only a poor little nigger," replied Paul, "and it was a wonder that we rescued him." He then narrated the entire adventure faithfully from the commencement, differing considerably from the account of Dick Stone, on board the lugger.

While the two friends were sitting together on the bcuch at the cottage door, Polly was ireparing breakfast in the mean time, Joe Smart took the opportunity to explain to Paul the severity of the instructions he had received, and to implore him to consider the position in which not only he, but also his wife, would be placed should detection lead to their ruin.

But Paul had his own private opinion concerning smuggling he had persuaded himself that any tax was an act of oppression, and that the principles of free trade should be supported to the fullest extent: thus no argument of Joe Smart's had the slightest influence upon his mode of reasoning, and he remained obstinate in his dogmas that every man had a right to supply his war\ts in the cheapest market, and that any impost upon foreign goods that had become the private property of an Englishman was a direct robbery. He would not deny that he had dealt in contraband articles, but, "never mind me," he replied to his friend, Joe Smart "friends or not, if you ever catch the Poilv don't hesitate to seize her, if you find smuggled goods on board. I'll take my chance, Joe you do your duty and I'll look after mine. But now come in to breakfast and Polly'll give you such a cup of tea as you won't get every da}', and, what's more, it never paid the government a penn}'."

In a few minutes the party were sitting at the table. Polly had prepared a substantial breakfast of fried soles fresh from the bay, while a huge brown loaf and masses of bright yellow butter, with a study joint of cold beef, were ready for the sharp morning appetites.

There was a curious contrast in the fair waving hair and the large blue eyes of young Ned Grey and the black woolly head and the dark eyes of the negro boy, as they sat together at the table *but Tim. as the latter was called, was looking his best, and was no longer the miserable, halfdrowned object of the prev night he had washed his black wice with soap till it shone like a well polished boot he Owas dressed in a suit of Ned's clothes, and as he looked at the well spread table a grin of happiness exposed a long row of snowwhite teeth, and for a moment the affectionate but hungry Tim forgot the loss of the captain of the cutter.

Tim was an abbreviation of Timbuctoo. At the time of our story, the West India Islands were the gems of our colonies, as the labor required for the plantations was supplied by negro slaves imported from the West Coast of Africa. These people were collected at various stations on the African coast by native dealers, who purchased them for beads, fire arms, cotton cloths, etc., from the native chiefs, who brought them from the interior. As the whole of Central Africa is composed of separate tribes, who are constantly at war with each other, the prisoners taken are invariably retained as slaves unless they are sacrificed as offerings to the fetish or god of the victor. A special demand for slaves naturally aggravates the existing anarchy, as every prisoner becomes of additional value thus man hunting, although a natural institution of Africa, has been extended by the necessities of European colonists. As the greater portion of the West Coast /of Africa was the regular slave market for the supply of the French, English, Portuguese and SpanishAmerican possessions, man-hunting became the all-engrossing profession of every petty negro chief razzias were carried into the very heart of the African continent for the sole ,p- purpose of kidnapping slaves, who

were exchanged for the necessaries of the country, and handed from tribe to tribe until they reached the agents of the coast dealer, who kept them like cattle penned in certain stations until the arrival of ships that were to carry them to their va rious destinations across the Atlantic. The distances from which these unfortunate people were marchcd were a'most incredible. They generally arrived in long strings fastened by leathern thrones from heck to neck like a living chain and, being perfectly ignorant of geography, they had no ideaof the countries through which they passed but upon arrival, few slaves could give any description of the route beyond the simple name of their native places obscured in the wilderness of Africa. The sufferings on the march were frightful. If poor women were footsore, or broke down under the weight of some burden they were forced to carry, they were first cruelly beaten, and if too weak to proceed they were killed by the blow of a club or the thrust of a spear: children who fell ill were thrown into the thick jungle, and left to die or to be devoured by the wild beasts. It was thus that Tim had been captured when about, twelve years old and, being a wellgrown and powerful bo3r. He had arrived with a large gang of slaves in sufficiently good condition to fetch a high price at Seirra Leone, from which port he was shipped with many others to Jamaica. In the latter colony he was purchased by a rich sugar-planter, a kind-hearted, good man, who would neither have harmed au animal nor human being but unfortunately it was poor little Tim's lot to be handed to the care of a cruel overseer.

(TO BE CONTINUED.)

A Strange Story About a Schooner Philadelphia Iioeord. The two-masted schooner Ja nes A. Fisher, which struck on the Jersey coast, near Cape May Inlet, forty-nine years ago and sunk in the quicksands, will soon be put afloat again, a perfect vessel as of yore. She was buried so deeply iu the sand that not even her masts or rigging have been visible, but the recent storm unearthed her.

One of the most charming whims of the season is the ''silver table." It has a place of honor in the draw-ing-room. The table itself is low, rather broad, has a light railing of darkish wood

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The vessel is in remarkable perfect condition, not even a bulwark being crushed in. The cargo of corn was dug out of her hold a few days ago, black, but in perfect shape. Watches, shoes and the clothing of ,,,,,,, the crew were brought to light. A ljraJer

watch showed the exact hour at ja3

left by the ill-fated crew. The cargo consisted of a full load of corn shipped a Duck River, Delaware Baj, for New York. She sunk so soon in the sand that the crew's clothing and paraphernalia, as well as the entire cargo, went down. Capt. Andrews and several of the crew were frozen to death, and the steward drowned in attempting to reaeh the mainland.

The Silver Table.

its top and is hands

dark-red plush. It!

holds everything in silver—odd, or

quaint, or historic, or unusual—

upon which my lad}' can lay her

hands, and, of course, takes rank in

her affection

very much according

the rarity, the picturesqueness or the interest of tne collection it displays. Clasps, girdles, sword hilts, buckles, buttons, objects of art, souveuir spoons from all sorts of un-lieard-of-places, all sorts of spoons and cups and bottles from which historic folk have drunk, odd coins, broken shillings, bangles from India and from Alaska, silver lace, boxes, brushes, bottles, silver dagger sheaths, filigree caskets, thimbles with a history, besides all the thousand elegant trifles of the jeweler's shelf, furnish forth this "newest thing" in tables.

The Grip 1503.

According to the following extract published in the London Truth, from an old historical work, not only was Edinburgh afflicted with the influenza iu 156.'). but the queen of S^ots herself had the disease: "In November Edinburgh was visited with a 'new dysease' called the 'uewe acquaintance,' which passed through tin whole cuurto. neither sparing lorde, ladye nor damovsell. Yt vs a paine in their heades that have yt, and a soreness iu their stomacks with a greate coughe. The queene keapte her bedde vi. dayes. Ther was no appearance of danger, nor manie that die of the dvsease, except some olde folks.''

A Big Fat Debt.

Some ideaof the i*ecldessncss thai controlled Argentine finances may be had by considering that the na tional, provincial and municipal debtt of the country increased from &1(JO, 900,000 in 1830 to $645,500,000 it 1890. Add to these liabilities on the score of incontrovertable currency and State guarantees and the granc total rises to $888,560,600. The an nual interest charged oh this debt is $46,500,000—a sum larger than tinwhole revenue of the nation at prcs ent

-In tf«e Oil Belt.

'•When I landed iu this section.' said a man who has spent a year oi more in the Ohio oil fields, "I hadn') ascent to my name." "And now?" queried the reporter, who was interrogating him. "Well, now," concluded tho oi producer, "you can smell inc. half mile off.'

DROWNED.

An Accident Near Boston Costing Nine Lives.

An Instructor and Ten Pupils Capsized. Two Only of Whom Reach I^and.

Sunday evening an instructor and t.ei boys, connected with the ISoston Farm School, at Thompson's Island, were capsized in a sail boat and tho instructor and eight of the boys were drowned.

The instructor had bee.n to Boston during the day to attend church, and the teu bovs, constituting a regular crow of th« school, left the Island at (5:30 to sail to City point, to convey the instructor to the island. The trip is considered perfectly safe under ordinary circumstances.having been made for years, oven during the winter months, without accident. As a precaution, however, in \i of the breeze, they took a single sail boot instead of a double sail craft, in which the trip is often made. The trip to the Point was made, and soon after 7 p. m. the boat started on the return trip.

At a point supposed to bo, between Specter Island and Thompson Island, the boat was struck by a squall and cap sized. The eleven occupants were thrown into the ice cold water, but being accustomed to strict discipline and the exercise of heroism in the school, they all secured positions in which they could cling to the upturned craft, and then began along wait for rescue, which to most, of them was never to come. According to the testimony of the two survivors,they encouraged each other by words of cheer, occasionally shouting, in the hope that they might be heard by some one on shore. At one time a tug WHS seen in the distance, and they shouted with all their remaining strength, but could not attract attention. The night was cold, and shores and wharves were abandoned. When the time for tho boat to return to the island had passed,tho superintendent of tho school, Charles Bradley, went to the beach to scan the waters toward City Point to see if his boys were approaching. There was a lire on a neighboring island, and he got in the range of the firelight in the hope that it would aid his vision, but he saw nothing. The survivors say that, they saw his form patrolling the beach, and felt sure that rescue would coirie, but it did not.

Finally the chill of tho water and the exertion necessary to keep their heads above tho surface overcame the unfortunates, and one by one they were com pelled to release their hold. The instructor was the lirst to go. Eacii offered a.

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Early Sunday morning two masked burglars entered the house of .John Daley, an old soldier at Holidayshurg. Pa., to Steal his pension money. When he refused to give np the cash they bound his

and feet, tied him to a chair and

began torturing lii.u. They stabbed him

in the leg with a, knif» and held a lamp

under his ear. burning that, organ to

The following letter from (irover Cleve alnd was received by a prominent Democrat in Chattanooga, Tonti., Monday:

My Dear Sir-T dosiiv. to thank vou for tho report of the Chattanooga meeting, which you so kindly sont me, and for the friendly & words you spoke of me on that occasion. I am exceedingly anxious to see our party do exactly the right thing at the Chicago convention, and I hope the delegates will be guided by judgment, and actuated by true Democratic spirit and tho single desire to succeed on principle. I should nol be frank if I did not say to you that I often fear I do not deserve the kind things sucb A friends as you say of me, and I have frc- sequent misgivings as to the wisdom oi again putting me in nomination. I therefore am anxious that sentiment and unmeasured personal devotion should checked when the delegates to the conven tion reach the period of deliberation. Ic any event there will be no disappointment for me in the result. Yours, very truly,

GKOVER CLEVELAND.

Two inches of snow Saturday.

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about 11 o'clock, when the bout, with tho two survivors clinging to it. but exhausted, drifted ashore.

TORTURED THE VICTIMS.

The Inhuman Work of Burglars in Pennsylvania.

Pensioner Killed and :i I.&dy Injured liecau.se Thpy Would tiive V| Their Money..

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crisp. The old man still refused to divulge

the hiding place, and they knocked hint

to senseless with the butt of his revolver. They then ransacked the house, tore up the floor with a hatchet, tore the plaster from the wails, but did not find the money.

They vented their chagrin by killing their bound and senseless victim. The men then went to tho house of Miss Olive McDowell, an aged woman, dragged herfroin the bed, bound her in a blanket, gaged her and tied her to a bedpost. They then began a systematic torture to loll where her money was. They jabbed a knife into her head repeatedly, and one of the men struck her in tho left eye with his revolver, destroying her sight in that eye. It is feared that she will die. Tha robbers got no plunder, and left no clue to their identitv.

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The Search for the South Pole. Under the leadership of an intrepid .Norwegian a party is now being organized in Norway, the alleged purpose of which is to investigate the remote whale fisheries of tho seas. In reality, however, a determined effort will bo made to reach the region of the South Pole, the mysteries of which have yet to be revealed. The expedition wil] consist of two steamers, equipped especially for such a voyage, and carrying enough men to permit of tho placing Of a

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