Rensselaer Semi-Weekly Republican, Volume 21, Number 10, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 27 October 1899 — Page 6

THE PATRIOTS TALISMAN

| fc . CHAPTER XIV. tj At the porch door Patience found a mMMKhing figure, closely muffled in a Hml>7 cloak and hood. “Lillian?” “Yes, Patience.” i' At applicant was admitted, and the |' Mving sno wshut out. As soon as the I.Emt had been closed and relocked, the IpMM'Comer grasped thes housekeeper’ Patience, I could not wait. My |. lasher was away, and Mary had permisI'Ataa to go out, so I put on her clothes &ssri name. Have you heard from Robchild, come in where it Is “Oh, Patience —you have heard? I OmV it!” t- z *Yes, Lillian—l have heard. Come into I the kitchen and I will tell you.” “He is—alive?” “Aye, child —alive and well.” I Thank God!” “Come.” And Patience placed her arm I around the grateful girl and led her into | Ebe kitchen, where a candle was burning. j flbe had thrown off her cloak and hood, tai had turned with outstretched arms if Patience, when from the shadows of I aa adjoining apartment emerged the fig- | mos a man. A cry of terror, as she KMhaaght of the officers of dragoons, was | Wpon her lips, but before it had found uttaraace the figure had advanced into the I Eght, and her own name, spoken as only aae voice in all the world bad ever spokE «a it, came to her ears. “Robert! My own!” I . “Uttian!” K We might as well drop the curtain for | a brief space. Clasped in each other’s F .Ml—. with no thought but of their great tore, and with hearts almost bursting With volcanic emotions, their words were ■SneSherent, and weak to express the won- | Arons depth of feeling. fc By and by they sat down before the H Are, Lillian clinging to the returned one t. aa though fearful that it might be all a EWeam, and that she might awake, as I she had done so many, many times, to | And herself alone with misery. “Speak to me again, darling! Oh, you t Eve, and have come back to me!” “Yes, sweet love.” ■ “But, Robert!”—and she wore a frightI' cned look as the thought flashed upon r her for the first time —“are you not in | danger here?” “Let us not think of danger to me, my IfTllMiti I have come to save you from I a. wg *.r When I knew that danger Ethreatened you, one spoke to me from p tire dead— your mother!—for we will call |; bar so.” E “Yes, yes—she was truly a mother to | me! O! if she had lived!” “But,” added Robert, reverently, “dyEh*, she placed the burden of watchful, I’bkeaaed care upon me. You know that, KAMuestr’ i “Yes, Robert—l know.” “And I have come. I have braved the E danger not more for your sake than for own. And now, Lillian, tell me the ffiadekedness they would do. Can you give | me to understand it?” IV girl, still holding her lover by one E hand, reached up the other to his shouli der wad tried to look brave and reliant. I “You have heard of the Earl of WenI JorkF* she said. I have heard through you and “fc that all? And have you not heard I- «f Mm in connection with the-British | army?’ I “I have heard of Gen. Allan Fitzger- | aM, Lord Fairford; and I remember of Ihaaring Lord Stirling say that, by the | Jrofh of his old father, Lord Fairford I bad become Earl of Wenlock. He has Bjatned the army, I think, since they K-gMm'd quarters in Philadelphia?” B “Yes— he came in the late autumn. It Loo chanced that a near and dear friend EOf bis was stopping with us. There was H'loom in the house, and my father gave I: Elm comfortable quarters. At first I Kganld not help liking the man. He was n very gentlemanly, and treated me with E;,d inspect bordering upon what seemed to bo almost reverence. At length a change k name Over his manner. It was after the Kirtters had arrived announcing the death Eof his father. He had become an earl. tSEtor a few days I did not see him. He HaMpt his own apartments, and saw only |Ha servants. When he next met me he | lightened me. He grasped my hands, HmM poured forth his love almost insane|'ly. I cannot tell you what he said, but E lds earnestness was terrible. I told him I that I had no heart to give him—that I I was pledged to another. Upon this his Eface grew black, and he swore that anmaHier should never possess me. My moths er would have reasoned with him, but Eihe was too weak. Very shortly thereESfter she died, and the first words my |&Vr spoke to me after the funeral were Inform me that I was to become Counk||ha of Wenlock. Tears, prayers and enMjipatfes were of no avail. His word had EAuim given, and he would keep it But, ray love! I stood out bravely until i’ word came that you were dead. Then— Mte~l wished to die with you. But |&mltl not wholly believe it—l could Ehwt If I had —if I had known that you ■Ke dead-my strength might have failv 'AI me. But you are not dead—thank “Dear Lillian” —holding her close to his “you have been brave and true. ■giean be brave still?” now that you are with me, I can Tfiens you, darling! We will brave the ■JBA' together. But tell me of this ■mL What manner of man is he?” **He is a handsome man, Robert, and ■m the name of being a brave man. 1 ' ■Kedhim until be showed to me that ter■lt pMsion. I had hoped he would be ,MBbtod friend to me, thinking his age ■HMI sorely be a barrier to a love I H not return. He is as old as my k ■ _

Sylvanus Cobb, Jr.

but I can see that it is in him to be a very volcano of rage, and that he" could pursue a cherished purpose even to a deadly conclusion.” “And your father ” “O! Robert, my father is-the demon of my fate! Lord Wenlock is manful and just in comparison with him. My father will have me wed with the earl though he' has to hold me at the altar. His anathemas upon me are fearful! Robert!” the girl cried, starting up, “I have come to hope that the story which that man tells of my mother may be true!” “Hush, Lillian! Be he your true father, or be he not, he has clearly absolved you from all filial allegiance. Do you feel bound to him by any tie under the sun ?” “No—-I cannot.” “Then, Lillian, you must not allow him to crush out your young life. Do you remember what you wrote to me just after your mother died?” “Yes, Robert—l remember.” “You said you might have to flee from your home. You thought I could not come to you, but you might come to me. The world would understand , and approve. Dear Lillian, it shall be easier than you had thought. Will you place yourself henceforth under my protection? Lady Washington, and Lady Stirling, and the wife of Gen. Knox are at Valley Forge. They will receive you kindly and lovingly, and I know that either of them will gladly give you a mother’s protecting care until the sole right can be vested in me. Will you flee with me?” “But—Robert, there will be danger to you?” “No, darling. I have two passes frpm Sir William Howe—regular passes, given under his own hand to his Tory scouts. By means of one of them I gained admission within the British lines. You shall assume male attire, and take the other pass. I came in by the first redoubt, on the Delaware side. We will leave by the Schuylkill line. What say you?” She threw her arms around his neck and said she would go to the ends of the earth with him. “And now—now is the time!” cried the eager man, starting to his feet, and lifting her with him. “We have garments in the house that will answer every purpose. We can set forth before midnight, and reach our camp long before daylight. The route upon the opposite shore of the Schuylkill is direct, and I can obtain horses on the way. Shall it be so?” Before Lillian could answer there was an Interruption, as startling as it was sudden and unexpected. Patience, who had been for a little time in a front room, came hurrying to the kitchen breathless and terror stricken.

“There are men in the front court,” she gasped. “Your officers have not returned?” “No —the court seems full of soldiers!” “Hush! Lillian—dear girl!—be not needlessly alarmed. Sit you here, and I will go and look.” He went to one of the windows overlooking the court and carefully moving aside the curtain he saw what Patience had announced—at least a dozen men, armed with muskets, and completely guarding the way. He hastened back to the kitchen, and addressed the housekeeper: "Has this thing ever happened before?” “Never, Robert.” “They may have come to ” His speech was cut short by a heavy thumping upon the front door. With a cry of alarm Lillian sprang forward and caught her lover by the arm. “Robert, if flight is possible, I will fly with you this moment. Can we not go out by way of the porch?” “I will go and see.” But Patience had been before him. There were men in the alley as there were in the court! She had seen them plainly. Another, and another, knocking upon the front door. “I must go and see what they want,” said Patience. “Hear them! they will break the door! —Robert, you must hide —up into the aittic! I will put them off if I dan.” i Then she went into the front hall and demanded of those outside what they sought. “Open the door at once,” was the reply, “or we will break it down. Open in the King’s name!” “Up! up!” cried the housekeeper to our hero. “They will not harm me,” added Lillian. “Oh, save yourself! For my sake, Robert!” He dared wait no longer. He hurried up the stairs; but upon the upper landing he stopped. These soldiers might only have come to see if Capt. Stanley had returned. He would wait and see. In a few moments more Patience opened the front door, and the hall was quickly filled with armed men. “Woman!” demanded an authoritative voice, “where is Captain Robert Seaton?” Our hero needed to hear no more. He recognized the voice as that of Col. Simcoe! He had been suspected, and had been tracked! What could he do? There was no place in the house where Simcoe’s men could not find him. He became desperate with the thought of capture. Capture, under such circumstances, . could mean only an ignominious death! He made his way to the chamber which had once been his, and which Patience had told him was now set apart for the English dragoons. The door was not locked, and he went in. He had pistols with him, and with these he determined to stand at bay. Capture meant for him the death of a spy! He would die the death of a soldier, beneath the roof where his father had died, ere he would surrender. As he backed against one of the walls, something clanked behind him. It was a dragoon’s sword, hanging by one of the clothes hooks, and he knew by its weight and balance, when he had drawn it from its scabbard, that it was a goodly weapon. He could fight now. If his pistols y ;< a .< _ _ • • • » - • « a < •' • -k- ' •

He had no fear that the men would harm Lillian. He must live for her sake. Down in the hall Simcoe had seized Patience’s arm, and demanded a second time, where was Robert Seaton. And she had declared that she did not know. The female in the kitchen had been discovered by those who had broken their way in by'toC porch, and the colonel, hearing the challenge, hastened to the spot. At first he thought of a man in female disguise, but this shrinking figure was too slight for the false scout; and, when he saw her face, he knew her. He had met her in her father’s house. “Miss Eastcourt! Why are you here?” “I came to see my dear friend, sir,” she answered, promptly, though with a feeling of deathly faintness. The colonel was too gallant to press the matter in the presence of the rough soldiery, though his look seemed to. indicate that he more than half suspected the truth. He had assured himself that his scout had entered this house, and had not since departed. Candles were procured and lighted, and lanterns brought into use, and then, in obedience to Simcoe’s orders, the search was commenced. It could not last long. There were a score of men in the house, well used to the work, and no nook or cranny was likely to escape notice. Ere long a sergeant, at the head of six men, came to a door which was fastened upon the inside. A single planting of a heavy jack boot against the door broke the simple fastening, and the light of the sergeant’s lantern flashed upon a man, who stood in the middle of the chamber, with a sword‘under his arm and a pistol in either hand. “Back!” thundered the man at bay. “The first man who places a foot over the threshold dies!” For a brief space the Britons hesitated. The man before them looked dangerous. If they advanced, the foremost would be sure to fall. But there was no alternative. There was no means of Ingress for a flank attack. “Forward!” shouted the sergeant; and at he pushed ahead, his comrades quickly followed. They had left their muskets below, and would not turn back from a single man. The one chance in a hundred upon which the sergeant had counted luckily turned up. Both the pistols missed fire, their primings having probably become dampened in the storm. And then, with a pistol clubbed in his left hand, as a sort of shield, Seaton grasped the sword and fought desperately. Blood was shed — much of it—but it could not avail. The chamber was soon filled with soldiers, and by and by a strong man slipped up from behind, and held the swordsman’s arms fast, and in a moment more he was borne to the floor, and his elbows pinioned at his back; and thus they bore him down into the hall.

Col. Simcoe, when he knew that Robert Seaton had been secured, rejoined Lillian in the kitchen, where he found her fainting in the arms of Patience. It needed no seer to tell him the story. He understood it very well. He summoned a lieutenant and four men. “Lieutenant, you know the dwelling of Jacob Eastcourt, on Spruce street?” “Yes, sir.” “Bear this lady thither. You will treat her in every respect as though she were a daughter of your king. Your men will carry her tenderly, but resolutely.” Lillian was beyond the power of resistance, and when she had been borne out through the porch, Simcoe left two men to keep guard over the housekeeper, while he went into the hall to see his prisoner, with whom he soon stood face to face. He might have doubted whether this fair-faced, handsome man could be the same who had, earlier in the evening, so boldly fronted him at his quarters, had it not been for the green coat and the bright, gray eyes. “Well, sir,” the colonel said, “I. fear your bold visit within our lines has not prospered as you anticipated.” The prisoner looked straight into Simcoe’s eyes, but made no reply. “You will not profess now to be a friend to the king?” The prisoner bowed his bead and reflected, and at length he spoke calmly and with dignity: “Col. Simeoe, I suppose I am to consider myself your prisoner?” “Certainly.” “Then this is not the time nor the place for further questioning. You will do with me as you please.” At this juncture, Patience Angell, who had broken from her guard, rushed into the hall and threw herself at the colonel’s feet. “Colonel!” she cried, raising her clasped hands, “if you have a human heart you will spare this man. He came to do ypu no harm. He braved danger only to keep his pledge with a dying woman. Spare him! In heaven’s name, spare him!” Simcoe made no reply to the woman. He simply motioned for two of his soldiers to take her away, and when she was gone he turned again to his prisoner. “So we now know you for the former master of this house, Captain Seaton; it gives me infinite satisfaction to make your acquaintance in so unexpected a manner.”

Seaton’s only reply was a slight inclination of the head, and shortly afterwards he was led out from the house under a strong guard. The British provost was the old Walnut street prison, near Sixth, and the distance not great. In the office of the prison “Captain Robert Seaton, of the Revolutionary army at Valley Forge," was delivered over to the provost marshal for safe keeping. This provost marshal was Capt. Cunningham, a burly, ill-natured, human brute, grown old and gray in infamous cruelty, who, both in Philadelphia and New York, left a name and a memory behind him to be execrated and detested in all coming time. When our hero saw this man, remembering all that he had heard of his cruelty to the Patriot prisoners taken at Brandywine and Germantown, his heart sank within' him. His fate was surely before him! •••* - * • • Not quite within the hour, but near enough for all practical purposes, Col. Simcoe appeared at the headquarters of the commander-in-chief with his promised report This time be not only suffered the orderly to announce him, but he awaited permission to enter; and when his report had been made, he was prevailed upon to discuss the matter oyer a bottle of wine. Sitting near was a man who had been in conversation with Sir William before the colonel entered. He was of medium sine, of light complexion, a well-built.

handsome man, not far from fifty years of age, wearing the uniform of a major general, with the noble order of the Garter pendant upon his breast. His light brown, curling hair had slight touches of silver in its sinuous masses, but he did not look old. “Colonel,” he said, arising from his seat and standing by the table, “I have a favor to ask of you. You know it was Miss Eastcourt whom you saw?” “Yes, my lord.” “Will you hold her name, henceforth, religiously sacred from any and aH connection with this night’s business?” “I give you my word.” “And you, Sir William?” “I will hold my tongue, be assured.” “Thank you.” And with this the man left the apartment. He had heard the whole story, as related by Simcoe, and evidently wished to hear no more. “Upon my life,” said Simcoe, after the door had closed upon the retiring guest, “the earl is sensitive on that matter.” “Yes, Colonel,” “And he is really smitten?” “Aye—but he is honorable. He offers the girl his coronet!” (To be continued.) • - Copyright.

Art of Talking.

Of one thing there can be very little doubt, and that is the greater read.ness of women in conversation than men. A woman can create conversation, which 1b a very useful thing, and Is frequently found a great social difficulty. If we give a man a subject on which he knows anything at all, unless he be a fool or morbidly reticent, he can talk about it so as to make himself fairly intelligible, and perhaps interesting, to those for whom the subject has any interest at all. Men, when their feeling of enthusiasm is excited, throw off the slowness and hesitation which frequently cramp their power in society, just as they throw off the physical infirmity of stuttering under the Influence of some awakening theme or some strong sympathy. But the power of conversation In some women, and not always those of remarkable ability, Is the very art of making bricks without straw. They will talk to one by the hour about nothing—that Is, no particular subject, and with no particular object—and talk coherently and not foolishly, and, withal, very pleasantly all the time. It would be somewhat difficult, however, for the listener to carry away with him any mental notes of iwhat has been said. He may not be conscious of having gained any new ideas, or of having had his old ones enlarged, but he will rise and go his way, as one does after a light and wholesome meal, sensibly cheered and refreshed, but retaining no troublesome memories of the Ingerdients which have composed it.

General Grant on Golf.

Golf, although a comparatively recent importation to this country, has been played in its native land for many years. Gen. Grant, when he was In Scotland, heard a great deal about the game, and being a guest at a‘ country house, expressed a wish to see how it was played. Accordingly the two gentlemen went out to the park. The host teed the ball, says Pearson’s Weekly, and waggled the club with all due solemnity, and the General’s expectations ran high as he observed these Impressive preliminaries. Presently there was a heavy thud, a flight of turf, and the little ball sat on the tee. Again, and yet again a thud, heavier than before, with turf still flying, with ball unmoved, with the golfer perspiring and perplexed. Whereupon Gen. Grant gently remarked: - “There seems to be a fair amount of exercise in the game, but I fail to see the use of the ball.”

Fatal Loquacity.

In a New England village, rich in quaint And amusing characters, John Bates was renowned for his ability to hold his tongue. The gift approached genius, but John was keenly alive to what, he considered Its incompleteness «—although of course he said nothing about it He made mattresses for a living, and one day a native of the village came into his shop and said: “John, what’s the best kind of a mattress?” “Husks,” said John, and said no more. Twenty years later, so the tradition runs, the same man came again to the shop and asked what, in Bates’ epinion, was the best kind of a mattress. “Straw,” said John. “Straw? You told me husks was the best!” John gave a despairing sigh. “I’ve always ruined myself by talkin’,” said he.

Wound Cured Stuttering.

The curious freaks the Mauser bullet has performed in its coursings through the systems of fighting Americans In the late war have resulted In some queer tales. The latest is the experience of Private H. E. Redmond, Company C, First Colorado Volunteer Infantry, who, when he enlisted, stuttered so badly that the recruiting officer came near leaving him off the rolls. Private Redmond was wounded In the battle of Marlqulna, on March 31. Now his wound Is healed and he stutters no mdre. A Mauser bullet struck him in the face, passed diagonally downward through his inouth, and made its exit near the back of the neck. It was considered a frightful wound by the surgeons, but Redmond proceeded to recover even faster than patients with less painful iiijuties, and when he was well his stuttering had left him.

Berlin's Pauper Cemeteries.

More than 3,000 persons are buried annually In the paupers’ cemetery of Berlin. , It is hoped the Lord understands the boys; very few people in this world seem to.

HEAVY LOSS FOR BOERS.

Three Hundred Reported Killed by British at Mafekln*. Advices from Cape Town, South Africa, Thursday reiterated the reports contained in previous dispatches that in the fighting at Mafeking Col. Hore repulsed the Boers, inflicting a loss of 300 men. The messages came to Cape Town by dispatch riders, and accurate details were hard to get, but it is certain that some heavy fighting has taken place. Information from Mafeking says that an armored train, while reconnoitering north of the town, engaged 500 Boers, who suffered heavily. Col. Fitzclarence’s column foiled the Boers, inflicting severe loss. The British casualties were two killed and fourteen wounded, two severely. The British garrison at Mafeking raised a white flag Sunday afternoon and the engagement ceased temporarily. The Boer messenger who was sent to inquire if the garrison meant to yield was held until after sundown. Col. Baden-Powell did not surrender. The burgher forces have practically destroyed the whole of

BRITISH TROOPS GOING INTO ACTION.

the railway line from Hopetown bridge over the Orange river, fifty miles south of Kimberley, to Ramoutza, forty-five miles north of Mafeking. The Boers cut off Mafeking’s water supply. A report from Boer sources says that the Transvaal lost sixty burghers killed and wounded in the fighting about Mafeking. A sharp engagement took place at Rathlabama station north of the town. The natives in Zululand are arming, and the Zulu chief, Dlmzulu, says he is unable to restrain his people. It is expected the Zulus will unite with the Swazis to the north and both tribes w ll help the British. Zululand is northeast of Natal and, like Swaziland to the north, borders on the Transvaal. Gen. Sir George White, commanding the British forces in Natal, has refused to arm natives who wish to fight against the Boers. The further advance of the Boers into Natal is being delayed by the failure of their transport service.

OFFERS TO TURN TRAITOR.

A Filipino General la Willing to Betray Hie Country. Messages purporting to come from Gen. Pilar offering to surrender his army and to deliver Aguinaldo into the hands of the Americans have been received by Gen. Otis. For $250,000 he offers to surrender his men after a sham battle; demands $50,000 to refrain from attacking Manila, and offers to procure the overthrow of the insurrection and the capture of Aguinaldo and other leaders for $500,000. Pilar is believed to be in the vicinity of San Mateo valley with about 2,000 men. Reports from the enemy’s lines are to the effect that Pilar contemplates a dash through the American lines intq Manila for the purpose of kidnaping Gen. Otis. The pursuit of Aguinaldo is on in earnest. Gen. Lawton began his northern movement from Arayat Tuesday night at midnight, when a battalion of toe Twen-ty-second infantry under Maj. Ballance, assisted by Maccabebe scouts, advanced and crossed toe Pampanga river, marching in toe direction of San Isidro. Aguinaldo is reported to be at Tariac with a strong force, of which he is said to be in personal command. The Americans are handicapped by inadequate transportation facilities. Supplies were to have been brought up the’ Rio Grande to San Isiflro as a base, but the river is fast dwindling to a shallow stream. Horses and mules will have to be employed, and these are scarce. Lawton commands an effective force of 2,000 men, consisting of the Twenty-fourth infantry, two battalions of the Twenty-sec-ond, 600 of the Fourth cavalry, mounted and dismounted, one company of the Thirty-seventh infantry, and 200 Maccabebe scouts.

QUEEN CALLS A BIG ARMY.

Militia Reserves Will Be Mobilized by Great Britain. A second message of the Queen to Parliament, giving notice of her intention to call out the militia reserves, has given rise to sensational rumors. The necessity for the move is not apparent, as it was supposed that the present military force would be sufficient for the South African war. Many prominent men hold that the strengthening of the army at this time is occasioned by alarm at the attitude of continental powers. Despite pledges of neutrality it is known that nearly all the European powers are hostile to England in the present crisis and the military demonstration may be necessary. According to the statistics published this year the militia, including the permanent staff and the militia reserve, ■umbers 132,493 men. In the House of Commons Wednesday Philip James Stanhope denounced the senduct of the Transvaal negotiations and demanded that Secretary Ohamberlain should clear himself of the charge of complicity in the Jamieson raid. Sir William Vernon Harcourt also criticised the Government policy, holding that peace was possible bad not Mr. Chamberlain and Sir Alfred Milner been determined upon-war. Municipal Matter*. Memphis’ recent growth is ascribed to improved sewerage. At Baltimore a coachman was fined $lO for delaying a car. Berlin, will assume control of all street car lines within the city. Policy is flourishing in Philadelphia, and the Press has begun a crusade to close the shops. The police department of Hartford, Conn., will soon be equipped with autpmobile patrol wagons, ambulances and prisoners' van. i dr US®

YACHT CUP IS OURS.

COLUMBIA IS VIctOR IN INTERNATIONAL CONTEST. \ . r*— » Shamrock Is Vanqu ahed by Mors , than Six Minutes American Seamanship Haa Again Demonstrated Its Superiority. The American cup defender, Columbia, Friday gloriously defeated Sir Thomas Lipton’s green challenger, the Shamrock,

THE CUP.

prized trophy. That was when the Vigilant vanquished the Valkyrie six years ago, in three hours twenty-four minutes and thirty-nine seconds. The Columbia defeated the challenger in actual time by six minutes and sixteen seconds. With the allowance of sixteen seconds which She received from the Shamrock her corrected time was six minutes and thirtyfour seconds. The Yankee craft showed her superiority in every point of the game, and her active and hardy Deer isle sailormen were more than a match in seamanship for the nimble Britons of the Shamrock. In the run to the outer mark the Columbia was one minute and eighteen seconds better than Sir Thomas’ ship. This seemed to be the Shamrock’s best point of sailing. In the weather work the Columbia defeated her rival by five minutes actual time. Sir Thomas Lipton will challenge again for the America’s cup. He acknowledged that the Columbia was the better boat long before the race was finished. He said that she had beaten the Shamrock in weather just suited to his yacht, and said he was pleased that there had been a good breeze for the last contest, because it precluded the possibility of any excuse for the Shamrock. He paid graceful compliments to the Columbia, her owner and designer, and declared that he had received the best and fairest treatment that could have been accorded. As soon as the Columbia had crossed the finishing line, Sir Thomas ordered that the Stars and Stripes should be

SIR THOMAS LIPTON.

mast-headed, and then, when the Erin ran alongside the victorious yacht he called for “Three British cheers” for her. For the eleventh time the attempt of a foreigner to wrest from America that yachting supremacy of the world has failed. The trophy won by the old schooner America forty-eight years ago is still ours, a monument to the superiority of American seamanship and American naval architecture and a standing challenge to the yachtsmen of all nations. The intrinsic value of the reward which hundreds of thousands of dollars were expended to secure is small —simply an antiquated piece of silverware which Queen Victoria offered to the best sailing ship in the world in the early days of her reign, but around it cluster the precious mempries of unbroken American triumph and the honor of mastery in toe noblest of sports.

ALASKA BOUNDARY FIXED.

Temporary Vexqd Question Is Now Made. The long-expected modus vivendl relative to toe vexed Alaska boundary queetion went into effect Friday. This result was brought about through the direct negotiation of Secretary of State Hay and Mr. Tower, the British charge, after several failures in the past through commissioners and ambassadors. The State Department is confident that it has conserved every American interest in the arrangement, without unjustly treating Canada. The divisional line on toe west pass by which toe Dalton trail is reached is placed twenty-two and one-fourth miles above Pyramid harbor, which is regarded under toe treaty as tidewater mark, so the Canadians are not allowed to reach any point on toe Lynn canal. Moreover, there is no permission given for a free port, or even for the transfer across American territory of Canadian goods, except miners’ belongings. These matters may figure later on when it comes to a permanent boundary line, but they are not touched upon in this modus.

News of Minor Note.

Wife of President Dias of Mexico is fully recovered. Chocolate concerns of the United States will consolidate. / ? > Ironton, Ohio, wood mantel plant burned. Loss $20,000. Archie Carroll, Chicago, killed Stewart McKenaie. Woman in it. Southern stove manufacturers have added a 5 per cent advance. Louisa Harriday colored over 100

and the gallant British knight will have to build another boat if he wants “to lift that cup.” The time made by the marvelous white yacht over the deep-sea course of fifteen miles dead before the wind and fifteen miles thrashing home was three hours thirty-eight minutes and twen-ty-five seconds. It has been eclipsed in only one other windward and leeward race for the