Rensselaer Republican, Volume 24, Number 14, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 3 December 1891 — Page 6

The Heir of Linne.

BOOK THE SECOND. TWENTY YEARS AFTER.

CHAPTER VI — Continued. A little old woman in mob cap and cotton gown —no other, indeed, than Mysie Gardner, who, in obedience to her busband's call, had descended ohe stairs and now stood amazed at the sight of stranger. The young man looked at’ her calmly from head to foot, then turned away and proceeded to divest himeclf of his wet wrappers. This done, he took a chair before the fire and put bis feet on the hob. “Cone, don’t stand looking at me .ike two fools,” he said. “but give JSa glass o£ fiu.iy! At the: half hour I shall be on the road again;'' he added. gazing at the hands of the Dutch clock which stood in a corner of the kitchen. "That will give the horse seven minutes to rest and feed, and if the brute hasn't had enough by that time why it must starve, that's all!” “Hae you far to gang, sir?" asked Sampson, who had resumed his pipe and seat while Mysie busied herself over the fire preparing hot water for the stranger. "I'm bound for Linne Castle. Is ‘.hat faraway?” • “Only six miles, sir; but a gruesome road on siccan night. I’m thinking you would be wise to bide here.” And I think I should bo a fool..” Neither spoke again. The young man with his feet upon the hob quietly sipped his toddy, ga ing moodily at the hands of the clock as the slowly traveled oh. Sa npson smoked his pipe and gluuoed alternately —at the fire and at the dark face of _the stranger, while Mysie quickly spread the cloth upon the table and prepared the evening meal. Presently a slight click of the clock announced the half hour. The stronger rose, drained off the last of his toddy, paid the score, wrapped his plaid around him, pulled on his hat aid had the door thrown open just as the noise of the wheels of the trap was heard again at the front floor. Old Sampson bade the stranger good night and a God-speed on his journey. Mysie curtsied and smiled but the young man took no heed. Without a look or a word lie crossed the threshold into the darkness and i the sound of wheels told them that ! ho was being borne away. “Lord preserve as a’!” muttered! the inkeeper. “He’s like an ugly; wraith ganging to the hoose o' I death.” said Sampson. “I would, rather the Rob Roy be without' strangers than receive siccan lim-' mersasyov.” —----- I Meanwhile the dogcart containg tlie stranger traveled slowly along the road. & It was black dark all round. Every bo uflEewincT wasincfeasingTnvTolence and the chilly rain fell in ceaseless patter uoon the ground. The■ young man sat moodily silent by the I driver's side, never even moving, save when a blast of wind struck' him with greater violence than usual ■ or the rain drops beat into his blinded eyes. j i ’"“'M’TGod forgotten place?' he said at last, as the dogcart stopped and the driver whistled shrilly to call i forth the lodge keeper-to open the gate. “Is the entrance' to the Castle?" “Ay, me doot.” said the driver. “Then the old fool at the inn lied. Ho told.me we can’t have come six." * We have come four sir; there is two more to travel.” “What is the drive through the grounds two miles long?” “Ay, is it!” The young man leaned back and laughed to hiidself as the carriage! rolled,through the gates and along! a road which seemed to wind into ‘h dense black mass of woodland, | Here the wind wliistied more dreari- ' ly than ever, here the rain fell in a! shower from the swaying brancnes of the fir-trees. And the young man | raised his face to receive, the flrpps, and laughed. Then he got a fit of imnatience and urged the driver on. But the road was bad, and the progress was slow. At every turn they seemed to plunge deeper ipto the mire, until the stranger began to think that they had lost their way. At length, however, a faint gleam of light reassured him. In two minutes more the dogcart slopped before the door of the lonely house. The driver quickly alighting, rang the bell, while the young man slowly unrolled himself from his rugs, and ascending the flight of stone steps, reached the top us the door was slowly opened. It was opened by a shabby old man in plain dress, who bowed at the sight of the traveller, and standing aside, gravely invited him rio enter- Doing so, the young man found himself in a hall, large and lofty, with a-b’ack and white stone pa. cd floor and heavy oaken rafters A faint blue light’' was cast from a lamp which hung suspended from th? rafters. “How -is my uncle?” he asked quickly. * “The laird is nae better,” returned the man, gloomily, as, bowing again, he led the way across the hall, and opening the door, motioned him to enter, “if you will be pleased to •tak’ a chair. I will inform the laird that you are here,” be said; then he noiseiessly closed the door and reared. Instead of taking a chair, the

BY ROBERT BUCHANAN.

yoicg man turned on his heel, and looked searchingly around the room. It was shabbily, even meanly, furnished, dimly lighted, and sombrelooking Old moth-eaten hangings drooped about the doors and windows while from the walls gazed down the forbidding faces of the lairds of Linne for many generations past. Oppressed by the intense gloom of the place, the young man shivered, and was about to draw near the faint spark of fire which flickered in the grate, when the room door opened, and the servant agaiu appeared. “The laird's compliments, and will bo pleased to tak’ vour dinner? He'll maybe gie himself tho pleasure of seeing you later on.” The young yogng man started, but said nothing; then he made a movement of assent, and followed his guide up to a sleeping room overhead. “Dinner will be served in ten minutes, sir," said the man us he closed the door. A-—i “When! a warm reception to give to an affectionate nephew,” said our traveler, when he found himself alone. “I begin to think the old fool is daft indeed! But after all, there’s method in his madness. A good dinner is by no means to be despised after such a journey.” He proceeded to make his toilet carefully. When he had finished, he began to feel quite cheerful, and as he descended the stairs he whistled a lively air. The grave servant stood in the hall to receive him again. As he ap--proaehed, the diniug room door was thrown wide open. Assuming all the airs of a grand seigneur, he was about to enter the room, when suddenly his eye fell upon an object which made him pause right in the shadow of the door. CHAPTER' VII MARJORIH. The cause of this sudden and embarrassed pause was a young girl, who, clad in a dress of plain homespun cloth, stood upon the diningroom hearth, gazing abstractedly towards the door. As the young man appeared, she bowed slightly, but he without returning the salutation,continued to stand and stare sjtupidly at her. She was quite a girl, not more than eighteen years of age, with eyes of azure blue and a skin like alabaster. Her figure was slight, but full of lissome curved, which were revealed by the clinging folds of her tight-ly-fitting dress. But for her delicate hands and strangely white complexion. she might have been taken for some peasant maiden. Her hair was bound up in a simple snood, her robe was simply cut, and reached only to the ankles, and a white kerchief was laid lightly pound her neck and over her bosom. When tjief young man had made appearance slie had stood calm and self-possessed: but as that curious gaze remained riveted upon her from the doorway, the LSt blood suffused Her face and neck, and she quickly turned away. “I beg your pardon,” said the young man, stopping forward; then, as she merely bowed again, he added quickly, “Allow me to introduce myself. My name is Eward Linne.” If by this information he expected to ascertain tliegirl’sidentityinrcturn, he was disappointed. The mention of his name merely served to dispel her momentary confusion, and, with a cold inclination of the head, she moved away, took her seat at the head of the table, and mentioned him to be seated too. Edward Linne was not the sort of young man to be easily put out. Al th ough only five- and-1 wen ty y ears of age, he knew as . much of life as most men "of but this sort of conduct rather puzzled him and made him feel anything but at his ease. Had he been left alone with the girl, he confidently believed he would have soon succeeded in breaking through the ice. As it was he felt that his conduct was being quietly but keenly watched by the solemn-faced servant who stood behind the girl’s chair, and he was uneasy under the scrutiny. He was staggered, too, by the girl’s wonderful self-possession. What could she be, so calmly and so coldly to do the honors of the house. She was dressed little better than a peasant, yet her manners were those of a somewhat reserved young lady. A thrill, of terror ran through him. Could his uncle, the laird, have married after all, and have a family, and perhaps, besides a daughter, a son and heir. It was years since he had met his uncle, and they had never been on very good terms. Some days before he had been summoned from Paris, where he was thea amusing himself, to come at once to the Castle, to which in all his life before he had never received an invitation. His uncle's eccentric habits and extraordinary love of solitude had long kept all his relatives at a distance. Scarcely a word was spoken during dinner. All the young man's attempts at small talk proved unavailing. The girl was cold as an icicle and declined conversation. Fortunately, the meal, which consisted of the very simplest fare, was soon over. Altogether, he was not at all sorry

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when at length the ordeal came to an end and the girl rose from her seat and with an icy bow left him. “Who the devil is she?" he soliloquized when he found himself alone. “She isn’t a Wife, for she doesn't wear a ring, and my venerable uncle can’t, surely, have a daughter?’ He rang, the bell, asked the servant if his uncle would see him that night and receiv&dan answer in the negative. The laird had already retired to rest. f ■ / “By the way,” he said, “you only served water at dinner and I ant somewhat thirsty. Can I have something to drink?” , “Ye can hea some soor milk,” returned the old man, grimly. t “Sour milk! Nice, lively liquor in this climate. Have you no wine?” “The laird,” returned the servant, with a snort, “allows nae wine or fermented liquor intil the hoose. He's been tootbtal these ten years.” “Humph! Perhaps you cun inform me who the young lady is who sat down with me atd inner?" “She’s just Miss Majorie," was the reply. "But who is she? What is. she doing here?" “That’s nane o’ my business,” returned the old man.' “If you’re curio us, ask...the laird!" "And with another grim bow the old man left the room. “Pleasant quarters!” muttered Linne. “They may well call it Cas-tle-Hunger. Mutton broth, boiled mutton and carrots for the gentle "bbard and hbt a drop of wine. Well, I suppose I must content myself with a cigar.” He suited the action to the word and began to smoke. He had not been so occupied many minutes when the door opened and the servant stalked in. “The laird’s compliments, and will y ou. pu too 11 hat tobacco? Th esmel 1 o’ the filthy reck is filling the house, and the laird can scent it in his bedroom!” With difficulty suppressing an oath Edward Linne threw his .cigar into the fire. “Here, show me ?my room,” he cried; “I’ll go to bed.” The old man nodded, anc 1 taking a candle from the table, led the way slowly, and calmly to a dismal chamber at the top of the house. “Mind.and blow oot the light,” wsre his parting injunctions. ‘.’Stop, give me some lucifers!” “We hae nane. The laird forbids lucifer matches until the hoose. Dae ye want to burn us a’ in our beds?”

By noon the next day Edward Linne found himself closeted with his uhcle. The laird of Linne was now a man of about sixty years, with ill-health written in every line of his countenance. He lay back on an old tapestry couch in his ’ bedroom, aud fixed his eyes upon his nephew’s face, as if to read his very soul. “You’ve o’er much of your father’s blood in you ever to do much good in the wtrld,” he said. “A young lad who gambles and bets and has disgraceful amous (ah, ye see I know!) at five and-twenty, is not likely ever to be a credit to his family.” The young man colored, bit his lip, tepped the floor impatiently with his foot, and said nothing. “I am glad to see you lack the face to deny these things,” said the«~old. •man peevishly “I ken your past life won’t bear looking into. What I want is to make you projnise better for the future.” “Of course, uncle, I will promise,” said the young man eagerly; “I have been wild, I know; most young men arfe; but I have come to years of discretiofi now. ” “So had you father when he married your mother; and yet—and yet —Edward Linne,” continued the laird eagerly, “do you ever intend to marry?” The young man laughed uneasily. “I suppose I shall succumb to my fate some day.” “Say ye so?” said his uncle grimly. “You mean—when you wear my Shoon ?” 7” J For a time the Old man lay looking at the fire, then he turned again to his nephew. “Edward Linne,” he said, it was never with my consent that they filled your head with all this folly, and made you live a useless life becauseof my wealth, mind that! When my brother married your mother, he was dead to me. When I heard of your wild extravagances and numberless follies, and was told that they regard'ed you as my heir, I laughed in my sleeve, and, used to thijik how bravely I would deceive them. But when your father died, and broke the shameful chain which bound him to his kith and kin, my heart was kinder towards his son!” He paused a moment, and continued — "I excused your follies for the sake of what your father once was to me. I was Willing to regard you as my relation by blood. Your subsequent conduct was told to me, and once or twice I was on the point of striking your name for ever from my will, but in the end I refrained. Weel, I am willing to forget and forgive again, if only you will put your hand in mine and promise never again to do aught that could bring disgrace upon our old name. I know you have no affection for me or mine. I know it s only the hope of my death that brings you here now; but, if I gain your promise of amendment, if rthought that the old place would be safe with you, why, I can, maybe, die in peace.” “Uncle,” said th£ youngman, gently, “is it so hard to trust me? Can you not believe that when I tell you 1 repent, ! epeak the truth?” ■“Weel, weel, I will try to believe

it; yet your post life promises but ill, I’m thinking. There, go now.” he said, waving his thin hands impatiently; “I want Marjorie. ’ As he spoke, ho touched a small handbell that stood beside him. au.i almost immediately, in answer to the summons.there appeared in the dark doorway the fair, cold face of the young girl that had graced tho dinner table with her presrace the' night before. She bowed to the young tn?.n as coldly as she had done on the preceding night, but when she reached the couch whereon the laird of Liune" was lying, and took her seat on the snrdL-loulsioDl by his sitle. hjr b'uel eyes lit up with such a light of affection as made the young itian wonder still more. Then, as the old man again signalled for him to depart. he quietly moved from the room, ana left tlie two'togethcr. [to be oqnttxted.]

LIFE IN CALCUTTA.

Mrs. Samuel 'lerrill describes a Punkah and Talks of InGian Servants. InCtanapoliE Journal. The following is an extract from an intercsting letter from Mrs. Sam-_ uel Merrill,of tlilshity,ppw aresident of Calcutta. India, for a few years. It was written to- a personal friend here. After the introduction Mrs. Merrill says: “What do you. say to our having become Methodists? We have made u.p our t .minds to' attend that church while we are here. We like the minister, who is an Aipcric*an, and we feel ;"ore atliome there than in the grand cathedral, where all the court people attend and all the fashion of Calcutta are in the Scotch Presbyterian, where the hymns are all.strange to us. and the preachers Have so strong an accent that it is very difficult to understand him. - The punkahs in the chui-ch are a great hindrance to hearing.and must bo very annoying to the minister. I counted-them one night ill the kirk, and there were forty, all swinging back and forth over our heads, and every one at a different rate of speed. Sometimes the minister would be entirely shut off from our sight. Then his head would appear only to disappear again behind another punkah, and fso it went on tlie whole timet At first the great fans waving to and fro, made me sea-sick but I do not notice.them now except for the delightful breeze they blow over us; Life in India would be unendurable without these luxuries, and it is almost so with them. Perhaps .you do not know what a punkah looks like. I did not till I came here. It is simply a I‘dilg board to which is fastened a tri 11 of stiff muslin, a foot or two wide. This is suspended from the ceiling and is pulled to and fro by a native who sits out in some back room. A rope is fastened to the board and passed through a hole in the doorway or wall, to him; one man pulls eight hours, then another takes it. He is paid very little above $2 a month, and on this he supports a. family. “The wagesTere are very low,“but we have to have so many servants that our nine attendants cost us more than two good ones at home. These men wear so- few clothes, just the cheapest, thinnest muslin, and'eat so little, just rice and the native vegetables and fruitSj that a dollar is a great two meals a day, and generally but one. * * * It rains every day. the air is full of moisture, so that the whole house smells musty, every article of clothingmiidews, pins rust in the cushions and needles in the needle-book. We packed away our evening dress in a tin box and had it soldered. * * .* Then the roaches aud ants are out iii force,’and are. not pleasant companions. We are obliged to keep a big lamp burning behind the piano atlffhe time to keep it from rusting; even then the wires rust aud the hammers are covered with white mold. All the time it is perfectly hot, ‘and w.e are most wild with prickly heat. The mosquitos are bad, and we are never entirely free from fleas. The constant heat and rain make everything grow, and the trees and shrubs are most beautifully fresh and green. Then the cloud scenery is remarkable; great masses <of vapor of many different colors piled up nigh are really a mag-1 nificent sight. We havO no refreshing foods. The native fruits are exceedingly sweet, like honey. Bananas are all we can eat. How we long for home products, something like pieplant, currants, gooseberries, strawberries, cherries, grapes and apples. California fruits can be had, but they are very expensive.” The letter shows that Mrs. Merrill will be glad to be at home once more.

Tackmaking.

This country beats the world for tacks, aud sends them by the billion to housewives in every quarter of the globe. The tackmaking machinery, too, is a wonder of semi-intelligent mechanism. It would be even more wonderful but for a single difficulty that has not yet been overcome. An intelligent observer in a tackmill conceived the idea of utilizing electricity in such a manner as to increase the outppt of every tack machine tenfold. His idea was to pick up the metallic blanks from which the tacks are made, ten at a time, by means of a series of magnets. When be had his idea perfected he showed it to the greatest of tackmakers. The manu'facturer looked it over carefully andsaid: “That is extremely ingenious, but do you know that, the blow which cuts out the metallic blank converts it into a maguet, and that your magnet would not piok up the magnetized blank unless you could 6e sureof gat , ting opposite poles together?”

AMERICA IN THE BIBLE.

Prophecies Found that Point Ont TThcle Sam’s Domain. Indianapolis News. The marvelous growth of the United States has led many of the profound students 6T prophecy to inquire if this Nation is noticed by the pen of God’s writers. This question was discussed last night at the Seventh Day Adventist church by Elder A. W. Bartlett. His argument was founded on the words of John, Revelation xiii, 11: “And I beheld another beast cbmihg up out of the earth; and he had two horns like a lamb, and he spake as a dragon.” Three great sjmbols are brought to view in Revelation, viz.: The great red dragon of Chapter xii, the leopard,bodied beast of Chapter xiii, aud the two-horned beast of our text, Tte rbd dragon signifies primarily the Roman empire dominated by paganism; rs is called “the devil'’ (Rev. xii, 9), because pagan Rome was a mighty instrument of -Satan for the -accomplishment of his hellish purposes. The leopardbodied beast is a symbol of the Roman empire when controlled and guided by the papacy. This beast is succeeded by the two-horned beast of the text, which symbolizes the United States of America, the representative of the third great form of religion of the world—Protestantism. That our country is symbolized by this beast is evident from the following facts : (1) As it is called “another beast,” therefore it must be a government separate aud distinct from those symbolized, by tlyj preceding beasts—pagan" ana papal Rome — which in their time ruled the entire ervitized portion of the Eastern hemisphere-. No symbolic government can occupy the territory of another, therefore the government represent-ed-by the two horned beast js necessarily located in the Western hemisphere. And in the New World the United States alone meets the specications of the prophecy. (2) The time of the rise and development of tho two-horned beast is- after the first beast —papal Rome— is slain, politically (Rev. xiii, 10;, which was!" accomplished by the temporary overthrow of its temporal power in 1798 by the French General Berth ier, and permanently in 1870 by the occupation of Rome by Victor Emanuel. Since tho first of these periojds this nation was seen coming up into power. (3) The manner in which the two-horned beast comes up, viz., “out of the-earth,” shovts that it is a symbol of the United States. All the beasts before it came “out of the sea,” \yhi h denotes nations and tongues. Rome arose through political tempests and clash Of armies, like the waves of the sea. But “out of the earth” signifies its rise from a new country unoccupied by civilized nations. Such our- fathers found this continent. Our vast territory has bee u secured by the peaceable means qf.purchase and annexation. Our wars have been defensive and not for conquest. No nation has achieved sUch greatness in like manndr. The phrase “coming up" refers to the .marvelously rapid growth of our Nation. The prophet sees tliis beast coming to maturity while he beholds it. December 22, 1620, the Mayflower landed one hundred pilgrims on the coast of New England. Here thegreat .Protestant nation of-America was born, and.its first baby cry was heard at Plymouth But “what hath God wrought?” The descendants of the Puritans to-day, rule a proud nation of 63,000,000 people, aud the fairest portion of earth, exceeding Rome in her proudest days of conquest and renown. We have sprung in an incredibly short time to the head of the richest nations of the earth.

The character of this Nation 4s symbolized by the words of our text, “Two horns like a lamb,” which represent the United States aS the youngest Nation in prophecy with "tho mildest and best form of eaithly government. Upon the two lambuxe priffeipTes of republicanism and Protestantism —civil and religious liberty—our Nation is founded; they are the secret of its strength and power. The absence of crowns-upon the horns and the appeal to the people as the origin of legal enactments (fourteenth verse) show the republican form of government. But the prophet adds that “he spake as a dragon.” This indicates a decided change in the character of the government. The dragon was an enemy of evil and religious liberty and a relentless persecutor of the people of God. Does the prevailing political corruption in this Natipn tend toward the loss of our pivil rights? Will the decided tendency toward legislation on Sunday observance lead to the subversion of rights of conscience? * ‘-With thrilling interest,” the speaker continued, “we learn thatthe United Stateswill be in existence at the second coming of Christ, for the two-horned beast is the last symbolic government before the end of the age. Gob has chosen this country as the Stage upon which shall be enacted the principal events connected with His work and people in the last days. In this land z the loud cry of the first angel’s message, of (Rev. xiv, 6,7,) ‘Fear God and give glory to Him, for the hour of His judgment is come,' awakens His people everywhere to prepare for Christ’s coming. Here the loud cry of the third angel's message goes forth that develops the last generation of Christians that ‘keep the meats of God and the faith of Jesusf [(Rev. xvj, 12,) ‘Here, also, the dragon is wroth with this remnant, and 'makes war against them.’ (Rev. xii, 17.) In the language of Christ we

would say, ‘So likewise ye, when y« shall see all these things, know that it is near, even at the doors.’ ” Elder Bartlett will continue his sermons on the prophecies next Sunday night.

MORE DWARFS DISCOVERED.

Tribes of Little Men Extendinjj Hall ; way Acrose. Africa. When Paul d u Chaillu, about thirty years ago, reported the existence of a dwarf race in west Africa his statements were received with derisive incredulity. The world little thought that his story would be proved to be perfectly accurate, and also that later explorations would bring to light ‘many tribes of these little people stretched far across Africa. The latest discoveries concerning the dwarfs have been made' this year by the French explorer Gaillard, during his fruitful researches.on the upper Sauha river, one of the largest northern tributaries of the Congo. He found near the towns of important chiefs many families of dyaffe- ■ who in that region -are called, Babingas. They are great elephant hunt, ers. They do not live in the villages but camp in the forests. They are of less than medium stature and very muscular, are extremely skillful in the chase, and their weapons are assagais, with a head like that of the harpoon They wear their hair and beard uncut and have no ornaments. When they feel that they have a grivauce against a chief under whose protection they have been living they disappear into the forest wTthout saying a word and begin again in other regions their lives as nomad hunters. In return for the fruits of the chase, with which they supply the chiefs, vegetables and articles of native manufacture are given them. They are a source of profit to the tribes among whom they live, and consequently they are almost always well treated. The discovery of the Babingas adds another link to the almost unbroken chain of these dwarf tribes, extending from the region west of the Gaboon to the Nile. The Obango of Du Chaillu, the Babingas of Gilliard, the Akka of Schwdinfurth, the Tikitiki of Stanley are all evidently the fragments of an aeient tribe of little men. who were probably scattered separated regions by the fortunes of war, in which they werq vanquished by intruding races whq were physically more powerful than' themselves. The numerous dwarfs known as the Batwa, who have been found in the qsouthem part of the Congo basin, are also near relatives of the people north of the Congo. All jof them, though their various fragments are widely separated, have the same characteristics. ! It is sur - prising that such svidely t separated people, wflo perhaps had not heard o| one another for centuries, should retain so much in common.

Edison at the World's Fair.

Thomas A. Edison, the famous electrician, has applied for ”35,000 feet of space, or about one seventh of all that the Electricity building contains. “I have it from Mr. Edison himself,” said Chief John P. Barrett, “that his display at the fair is to be the-greatest achievement of his life. In talking of his application for space' Mr. Edison admitted that he was asking for a large section of the buiidiug; Ibut every inch will be put to good purpose,’ he added. ‘I shall not waste a foot of the areg, assigned to me, but will present a series of the most interesting electrical inventions ever produced.’ I happen ,to know,” Professor Barrett added, “that Mr. Edison is doing just as he says. HeisL_making an almost innumerable list of novel and spectacular exhibits. Other electricians are not idle. We are already crowded for space in our building, and if the demand continues us it has begun ! don’t know how we will accommodate all the exhibitors.

A Serious Affair.

An editor of a newspaper in one of the Western States, called the Rocky Mountain Cyclon a, opened the first article of its first number as follows: “We begin the publication ov tho Rocky Mountain Cyclone with soiiie phew diphiculties in tho way. The type phounder phrotn whom we bought the outphlt phor this printing ophis phailed to supply any ephs cays, and it will *be phour or phive weecs before we can get any. We have ordered the missing letters and will have to wait till they come. Wo don’t lique the loox ov this variety ov spelling aiiy better than our readers, but mistax will'banpen in the best regulated ov pbamilles, and iph the cees and exes and qus hold out we shall ceep (sound the G hard) the Cyclone whirling aphter a phashion till the sorts ..arrive. It is no joque to u; it is a serious aphair.

The Land of the Olive and Pig.

Nature. Some parts of Australia soemtobe admirably suited for the growth of the olive. Principal Thompson of Dookie says in a recent report that 700 olive trees planted in that district are robustan<3 healthy, and that they produce splendid oU, He strongly recommends the planting of the olive around the vineyards and homesteads for shade and shelter, and to give a picturesque appearance to the rural home. Apart from the making of oil he believes it would pay handsomely to grow olive berries to feed pigs alone. Last winter the Digs at Dookie (about eighty head) w’ere allowed to eat up the fallen berries in 'the olive grove; they had no other food for upward of two, months, and throve amazingly, their skins having a peculiar shining appearance, characteristic of animals being well fed.