Terre Haute Weekly Gazette, Terre Haute, Vigo County, 22 July 1886 — Page 12

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AN ACTOK'S STORTc

Related by JOHN COLEMAN,

Among tbe former there was but one opinion: "He was all too lovely"—among the latter he was the most insolent puppy that ever walked on two legs. Hard words, however, break no bones, and he floated about sublimely insouciant, resplendent in his comet's uniform—his ambrosial locks floating about his brow in a golden* nimbus —his head and shoulders towering over everybody. Beside these personal ad van* tages, he was the only man in the place who knew how to handle a woman in a waltz, and as it was a new dance he was consequently the one most in demand. He and Flora had been in tbe room for three mortal hours, continually meeting, almost touch' ing each other, but never once daring to speak. He only waited his chance. At last it came. Johnston had just finished the lancers with Miss MacAllister, and they were promenading the room together,' when they came face to face with Curly. Before tbe manager had time to escape Donald requested an introduction, and when the next waltz struck up Flora was whirling about in his arms. It was the old, old story, that has been told a hundred, yea,* a hundred thousand times. Of course they had known each other all their lives, perhaps in some other life, etc. Refbrdless of everything and everybody, they danced together for the rest of the evening. Society took note of this, and society was shocked. Johnston shook his head. Mr. Daniel Deempster, who had been selected by Mr. MacAllister as his future son-in-law, was not a dancing party, and he shook his "fist furtively, and longed to make it acquainted with Curly's head. Then, for he was "canny," Deempster inquired of Flora "if she didn't feel tired. Might he not order the carriage?'' "No, she was not tired, the ball had only just begun, and Mr. Deempster need not order the carriage." So saying she returned to the waltz and to Curly. The Laird of Stratbmines was a giant of six feet two, with the eye of a hawk, and the beak of an eagle a huge chest, a brawny pair of arms and a fist like a sledge hammer. A dangerous person when put out of the way. He was put out of the way now. Casting a baleful glare on his rival, he made all sail for the card-room, where he found his father-in-law that was to Be in the "nine holes." Obviously he couldn't interrupt him then, but when the rubber was over and MacAllister had lost the game, through his partner having revoked, Deempster related his grievance to ears already, Unfortunately, disposed to anger. The two men returned to the ballroom hastily, and sought Flora, who was at that instant about to begin another dance. "Come, Flora," said MacAllister. "Time's Up—carriage is waiting." "So sorry, papa," she replied, sweetly, "but I'm engaged to Mr. Campbell for the next waltz. Let me introduce him to you."

Curly blandly murmured in his most insinuating manner, "Delighted—delighted— I'm sure." The music struck up and away they went, "pursuing, encircling, caressing." MacAllister stood dazed ami dumbfounded at last he muttered: "Well, his impudence!"

Deempster said nothing, but made up his mind, if ever he got the chance, that he would break every bone in Curly's skin.

During the waltz the lovers arranged their plan of action. Flora's maid, Jennie MacPherson, had a brother, a carpenter in the theatre, who could be relied on as a faithful messenger. Having established this trusty medium for communication, the rest was ea#y.

The dance being over, Chirty escorted Flora to her. father, but neither the "stern parent" nor his intended son-in-law vouchsafed the slightest recognition as they turned and left the room.

When the MacAllisters reached home a terrible scene occurred. The old gentleman had had too much wine or whisky, or both, and he asserted the paternal authority in a manner which set Flora's Highland blood in a flame. She turned round and faced him, giving him almost as good as he Bent, and wound up by saying: "At any rate, in thneemeaths' time Iahall be my own mistress, and free from either coercion or insult]" Sis The old man replied: "Very well but till those three months are over you are under my control, and by

G—r-t you don't cross yonder doorstep without my permission. Boat let there be any mistake about thatf

CHAPTER IIL

THK ELOPEMENT.

From that night forth flora was never permitted to'leave her father's house onaay pretext whatever, but

Stony limits .cannot hold love ou,t, And what love can do, that dares love attempt." Despite locks, bolts and bars the lovers daily communicated with each other, and it was fully arranged that they were to dope together the very day'Flora came of age.

A week before that time the theatrical season terminated at Aberdeen, and the company toolf their departure for Inverness.

Deempster, who had kept a vigilant eye on "the play actor fellow," as he called Curly, finding that he had really left the town, relaxed his watch, and MacAllister himself breathed more freely. Be was devotedly attached to his daughter, and tried by every means in his power to make her forget the stormy interview on the night of the ball. The effort was in vain, for he could not unsay what he had said, while she was implacable, and' remained disdainfully silent. As for Deempster, she did not even notice the man's existence.

Three months passed away, and Flora at tained her 21st birthday. The time for the elopement had arrived. It was a night of storm and tempest. Willie accompanied Curly from Inverness to see him start on his perilous journey. When all the house was at rest Flora, attended by tbe faithful Jeannie, went forth into her lover's arms. Then, her courage subdued by her love, she melted into tears. "Oh, my love! My prince!" die said, "fold me to your heart. Let me feel your strong arm around me, that I may know I am yours." "Mine, and mine only, and always," the young man replied.

At this moment Willie emerged from the other side of the coach, to which he bad discreetly withdrawn with the postillions when he saw Flora coming. "Dearest," said Curly, "let me introduce my best friend to you." "Mr. Jamieson," said Flora, extending her hand, "my husband's friends are mine" "Madam," said Jamieson, "should you ever need a friend you may rely on me." "I shall remember," she replied.

Then she embraced Jeannie, and stepped into the coach. The girl turned away towards the house, silently weeping. The young men clasped hands, and bade each other good-bye the postSlions set spurs to their horses, and drove away.

JVhea the wri/we was lost fa tbe d-rfe.

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nesB wmie walked rapidly cowaru me coach office to catch the Inverness mail, so as to return to his duties on the morrow. "They area bonnie couple," he said, "and I think she has ballast enough to keep him straight. They ought to be happy—and yet—'I've an ill-divining heart.' I shall miss him more than I thought I should he has frank and pleasant ways—and then he's so like my little brother Sandie, that's dead—the same laugh, the same curly hair, the same bright blue eyes. I don't know whether it was the laugh, *dr the hair, or the eyes that first drew me to him. Ah! here we are." So saying he entered the archway of the White Horse, where the mail was waiting.

That very hotir Deempster dreamed tnat the woman he loved had fled her father's home with the "play actor fellow." The thought maddened his brain and burst the bonds of sleep. Without an instant's delay he slipped into his clothes, and, regardless of the rain and the darkness, he rushed down the High street From the opposite direction came the tramp of horses' feet at a gallop, the rattle of wheels and the loud tantara of tbe guard's horn. It was the northern mail on its way to Inverness. The sounds got nearer and nearer, till at length they were close upon him. As he stepped aside, and clung to the wall to let the coach pass, a vivid sheet of lightning for a moment illumined the horizon as brightly as if it had been noontide. Looking up he saw Jamieson on the box the next moment the coach bad vanished. The sight of the young tragedian confirmed his suspicions, and he growled: "Curse the long-legged bfute. What can have brought him here at this unearthly hour? What but to help the other scoundrel to rob me of the light of my life? Tea, yes, it must be so. Perhaps it may not be too late perhaps—'' And so, with hell raging in his heart, he ran fast as his feet could carry him to the Gairloch Head.

In her agitation Jeannie had forgotten to bolt the door. He dashed it open, and, rushing headlong into MacAllisters room, startled him out of his drunken slumber by giving vent to his suspicions. At first the old man was half dazed, but as soon as he could comprehend the state of affairs he jumped up as if he had been shot. A minute later and they were in Flora's chamber. It was too late!

When he found the bird had flown MacAllister turned grim as death. "Go down, Dan'l, go down," said he, "and bring me my dog whip." Deempster strode down stairs, and returned immediately with the. whip. A moment after they had burst open Jeannie's room. Poor Jeannie! She had overheard all, but she pretended to sleep. ^That'll do," roared MacAllister. "Come out o' that none of your humbug with me." And he sent the whip flying around her ears. "Where is she? tell me! Blast you! tell me, you young Jezebel, or I'll cut the liver out of youl"

The girl sprang from her bed and confronted him, with her teeth set and her eyes aglare. Then, folding her arms, she said, "Cut awa', but de'U a word you'll get out o' Jeannie." "Curse you, then take that—and that!" roared the infuriated father, as he sent the whip writhing into her tender flesh. Fortunately the girl had thrown herself upon the bed in her clothes, a circumstance to which she probably owed her life Mad with rage, MacAllister plied tbe whip until she dropped down senseless. Then Deemp3ter intervened. "It's no use whipping a dead dog," said he. "D herj there let her lie! They're gone north by the mail we haven't a moment to lose. I'll gang and see the horses ready while you get dressed."

Half an hour later1 a coach and four horses, with two postillions, were at the door. Both men examined the priming of their pistols, both filled their flasks with spirits, then off they went through the nignt and the darkness.

When the chase commenced the lovers barely two hours' start their destination was Andrews. Immediately on their arrival they were to be married by a young clergyman, a friend and fellow student of Curly's. As they sped through the night, what were rain, storm or tempest to them? Their arms clasped round each other, their kisses on each other's lips—they were in Heaven! The horses were strong and well trained, the postillions were wiry and indefatigable—on, on they went, little dreaming that they were already being hotly pursued. At last dawn struggled over the Grampians. It was a dull, gray morning, the rain still came drizzling down, and the sun strove in vain to emerge from the mist. What mattered that! The love in their hearts made sunshine enough to illumine the universe. At this moment they pulled up. Curly alighted eagerly. Imagine his consternation when he discovered they had arrived, nbt at Dundea, where he intended to cross the Firth of Tay by Broughty ferry, but at a miserable fishing village miles and miles higher up in the direction of Perth! The truth tras, after changing horses at Forfar the poor postillions, soaked through and through, half blinded by the rain and sleet, and wholly fogged by too frequent potations of "mountain dew," had token a wrong turning and lost their way in the dark. To reach Dundee was now impossible, for the horses were thoroughly blown, and the postillions refused to budge another foot. To make matters still pleasanter, the storm, which had lulled for a moment, now burst into a hurricane, the sea leaped mountains high, and at this point the firth was absolutely impassable. They must wait the cessation of the storm. Alas! that waiting!

If they were only at the other side, the holy words once said, all the fathers and lovers in the world could not unsay them. Anyhow, there was no help for it, so they rested all that day at the village inn.

It was a day of doubts and fears—a day of delicious hopes and desperate anxieties. With all poor Curly's follies he had- the heart of a man and the instincts of a gentleman. Although he had told the innkeeper that Floira and he were man and wife, yet, lest the breath of slander should hereafter taint her name, he slept that night at the ferry house, or iather he tried to sleep, for he could scarcely (dose his eyes for impatience and anxiety. As for Flora, she slept, and dreamed she was in Elysium.

Meanwhile, the irate father and' the angry lover encountered midway on the journey to Inverness Mr. Ballantyne, factor to the Duke of Athol, who Was driving posthaste to Aberdeen. He had come by the direct route on tbe highway, and had changed horses where the mail stopped two hours before. The fugitives were not among the passengers, of that he was quite certain, and it would have been impossible for them to have reached Inverness by any other conveyance without his encountering them on the road. More than that, he had been at the theatre the night previous, when an apology was made for Curly, who had been announced, strangely enough, for the part of Tangent in "The Way to Get Married." It was alleged by Johnston that "Mr. Campbell had disappeared at a moment's notice, and gone no man knew whither."

With curses both loud and deeD MacAllis-

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ter ana Deempster retraced their steps, and returned to Aberdeen in company with Ballantyne then, changing horses, they turned their faces toward the south.

CHAPTER IV.

All at once, as if by magic, the storm ceased, $he sea became calm as a mill pooL The ferryman came bustling in. "The ferry was a' richt the noo. If the lacy and the shentlejnan would like to cross, David would be ready for them in twa minutes." Curly became radiant in fact, became the young hero Flora's fancy had painted him. Recovering his appetite, he attacked the breakfast vigorously.

As he did so the clatter of horses' hoofs and. the roll of distant carriage wheels were heard. At the sound be started to his feet, and turned pale. "What's the matter, my lovef' inquired Flora. "Nothing," he replied. "Nothing, darling, nothing only I'm not quite myself this morning. Slip on your hat and cloak, dearest, while I settle the bill." So saying, he rang the bell, and Flora left the room to prepare for her departure. The doddering old landlady came creeping along like a snail, and snail-like departed to make out her bill. Meanwhile the sound of the approaching carriage wheels got nearer. "Gracious God!" he exelaimed, "should it be—? How long is this horrible old woman going to be making out her beastly bill* How long is Flora going to be? She might be getting herself up for presentation at court!"

At last the bill came and was paid—at fest Flora had completed her hasty toilet. The sounds were getting nearer. Tho farmer was ready and waiting. A moment more, and

Leaving the house rapidly, and hurrying down toward the ferry, some three hundred yards distant, they stepped on board tbe boat. At that moment a carriage and four horses in a "lather of sweat," galloped like mad round the corner of the hill immediately overhanging the beach. Two men jumped out. The one roared, in a voice of thunder: "Hold therel Come back, or, by ril shoot the pair of ycm!"

Flora sprang before her lover like a lioness defending her young, and Called out: "Shoot me first, thenl"

In his rage MacAllister fired, and would certainly have killed her, had uot Deempster struck up his hand. He then callod out to .the ferryman: "Ho you there,-David Donaldson! Tou ken me: I'm Dan'l Deempster, of Stratbmines. You see these?" and he flourished a handful of. greasy one-pound notes. "They are yours if you put back and land those two."

There was a moment's pause, and the ferryman remained irresolute. Then Curly produced a handful of sovereigns and forced them upon him, whispering: "All yours now, and as much more when we lafid on the other side!"

David hesitated no longer. He pocketed tho gold, and sung out with a laugh: "Heigh, Strathmines, a bird in the hand is worth twa in the bush paper is guid, but gold is betterl" "Ay, mon," replied Deempster "butlead goes further than either in a pinch like this! See that, noo!" As he spoke he fired, and hit'tbe side of the rowlock nearest to him, completely carrying it away. "Now, David, my mannie," he continued, "be advised for if I fire again I shall put a bullet in your shoulder as sure as my name's Dan'l Deempster." There was an awkward pause, then tbe ferryman replied: "Say nae tnair! say nae mair, Strathmines! Eneugh is as guid as a feast I'm comin' back," So saying, with a sudden and dexterous movement he swung the boat round and headed her for the shore. He had reckoned, however, without Flora, who was sitting behind him in the stern. With a movement as sudden and as dexterous as his own- she plucked tbe fellow from his seat, down came his head athwart the gunwale, and there be lay, stunned and senseless. Unfortunately in the struggle one of the oars was unBhipped and fell overboard, where it drifted out of reach. Curly, who was a capital boatman, seized the remaining oar and tried to scull out to sea. The ferry was only two

Curly seized the remaining oar and tried to scull out to sea. or three tniles wide. If wind and tide served it was a mere nothing but unfortunately the tide was going out and the wind dead in his teeth. At first his skill and strength stood him in good stead. The prospect of the reward nerved his arm and gsye'him added power—on the one side love, life, happiness on the other, ah! he didn't like ta think of that! Flora encouraged him with sweet and tender words, while MacAllister raved like a maniac, and had it not been for Deempster would most certainly have shot the young man, who presented a tempting mark as he stood at tbe stern, scullinz

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ON THK TRACK.

After a night of horrors, Curly arose with the sun and rushed to the window. The sea was still raging Jfuriou3ly. The ferry boat was a mere cockle shell 'twould' be sheer madness to try the passage till the storm abated. Then he went to look up the postillions and the horses, to see if it were possible to get on as far as Dundee. Alas! the postillions were dead drunk—the horse3 dead beat, and lame besides. Obviously there was nothing for it but to wait. He walked by the shore and tried to cool his fevered brain in vain. Then he turned into the inn. Flora was already up, rosy as her namesake, and hungry as a hunter. No bread-and-butter miss this, but a woman—a true, large-hearted woman—with a well-balanced mind enshrined in a well-balanced body. She was elate and confident he was feverish and anxious. The breakfast, which consisted of an abundance of fish, fresh from the sea an hour ago, a dish of ham and eggs, and delicious fresu bannocks and butter, lay untouched before Curly. As for Flora, she bad the healthy appetite of young, fresh, vigorous womanhood, and was not ashamed of it. She did ample justice to the simple fare. He couldn't taste a morsel, and called for whisky. She looked on with Pondering •yes, astonished, and, it must be confessed, not over pleasad. T^hen be had got a dram or two down he began to pick up a little, and trifled with tbe.breakfast, but it was in vain. He became fretful and irritable: every sound disconcerted him—the waiters' footsteps in the passage, the creaking of the door, the whistling of the wind.

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away. jLten'l, nowever, merely said: "It's just sinful waste of powder and shot, to say nothing bf misprision of manslaughter. Bide a wee! He'll be glad to let her drift is by and by!" So saying, he unyoked a pair of horses, and desiring the postillions to follow with the coach, he and MacAllister rode leisurely along the side of the firth, keeping pace with the boat. Despite all Curly's efforts, although she drifted down I toward the sea, it was all he could do to keep her from running ashore into the very artns of the enemy. Flora was for going out, upon tbe chance of either fowling at

Dundee or of being picked up by some ship in the offing. All the strength was leaving his body, but all the courage remained Strong in her heart. "Let us go out to sea, darling," she said. "We can only die 'and better death than life without you."

At length they were opposite a sma|l fishing village. The fishermen, who were mending their nets in front of their cottages,

sprang to their feet, and stood horror- Jta of the firm conviction that the United States Are the sum total of America, and that stricken at tbe sight of the frail skiff and the two helpless creatures drifting out to destruction.

A low, moaning sound came over the water the boat trembled beneath them. Curly knew what that signified so did tbe fishermen so did Deempster. "What does it mean?" M«/»Aiy«rfr»r quired. "It means," replied Deempster, 'that if they are not ashore in ten minutes no power on earth can save them. She's game to go down—lean see it in her eyes but that, white-livered hound hasln't the pluck to go through with it, ^They'll be ashore in five minutes!4

The fellow was right* Poor Curly "had not the. pluck" to see the woman he loved dearer than his own life go down to death before his eyes while he had the power to save her. He therefore gradually suffered the boat to drift ashore.

The moment before they landed'she said, "Remember, I'm your wife, darling—your wife. Tell them that, and they dare not partus!"

Now, of course Curly knew well enough that the statement

had made to the inn

keeper, combined with certain corroborating circumstances, would constitute them, according to Scottish law, really man and wife. But he loved her too well to suffer the shadow of shame to fall upon her.

As the boat touched the beach a couple of fishermen held it fast, while a couple more carried out the poor ferryman, who was still senseless, and took him to the nearest cottage. Then Curly sprang forth, and, taking Flora in his arms, lifted her ashore. Taking off his hat, and bowing formally to MacAllister, he said, "I am at your service, sir." Meanwhile Deempster had arranged with Sandy MacDiarmid (the head man of the village) for the use of his cottage during tbe forthcoming interview. MacAllister, keeping his hand upon his pistol, indicated by an expressive gesture that he wished the lovers to precede him. Curly gave bis arm to Flora, and the two followed tbe Laird of Strathmines, being in their turn followed by MacAllister.

Standing on the threshold of the cottage was a tall weird-looking woman, with hair white as snow, and large, dark eyes, with an eerie, far-away look in them. Elspeth MacDiarmid (for it was Sandy's wife) stooped a little, but when she encountered Deempster she straightened herself and stood erect, looking him full in the face, as she muttered, '"The evil een! the evQ een!"

When she caught sight of Curly and Flora she exclaimed "Fuir laddie! puir lassie!" and then, with a smile of rare sweetness, she said to Flora: "Come ben, my bonnie dearie!" Flora took the old woman's hand and went into the cottage without a word. Curly Was about to follow, when he was intercepted by Deempster, pistol in hand. Then MacAllister said, "Dan'l, I wish to speak to my daughter alone. Mind this man doesn't cross the threshold, and don't lose sight of him until I am ready for him!" "Trust me for that," said Deempster, his hand upon bis trigger. The night was now falling into darkness, and the villagers had dispersed, leaving the rivals alone together. As Curly made another step towards the door Deempster presented his pistol, remarking with a grim sort of pleasantry, "Mr. Player-man, this pistol is loaded with slugs, and if you have any regard for your health you will keep clear of the muzzle!"

Curly clenched his fist and gnashed his teeth at his own impotence. "If I only had a weapon! If I only had & weapon!'' he mattered, while he paced to and fro, and Deempster mounted guard at the gates ot his paradise...,.- re*,:

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v' How to Keep Off Camnlbals. Sometimes a good case is ruined Dy proving coo much. Tliis was illustrated the other day in Chicago.

At a meeting of ministers the Rev. Mr. Ayres read along paper, in which he argued that the coming Christian would not use tobacco. He made many strong points, and impressed his audience. Unfortunately he said in conclusion that even cannibals had sense enough not to eat tobacconized flesh. They never devoured smokers and chewers.

When this climax was reached a smile rippled over the upturned face3 of the ministers. Finally one of the brethren took the matter up. He said that he had been in doubt until he heard the story about the cannibals. If it was a man's duty in,times of peace to prepare for war, it was just as much his duty to guard himself against cannibals. The exigencies of missionary work or business might at any time require a man to visit Africa or Patagonia. He would run tbe risk of falling in with cannibals. If the tobacco habit would save him from being eaten, it might also save his life. Perhaps the savages would not think it worth while to kill a man who was worthless as an article of food. As a matter of precaution, therefore, he thought it would be wise to stick to tobacca

The meeting broke up in hilarious disorder. Brother Ayers walked off by himself. The others remained behind to light their cigars. They were resolved to lose no time in heading off the cannibala —Atlanta Constitution.

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Mrs. Ds Hobson Clarke (who flatters herself upon her youthful appearance)—Tou n»m« would scarcely think, Mr. Dumley, that the stalwart young fellow near the pisino is my Ma, would you?

Dumley (gallantly)—No, indeed, Mr*. Cilirke ft seems absolutely impossible. Ah—er—it be your eldest son?—Harper's Basar.

CANADIAN RESOURCES.

THE BRITISH LION A3 HE APPEARS TO A NEW YORKER.

fhm Dominion of Canada and Its Parllar ment Buildings—Its Agricultural Development—Its Mineral Resources and

Vast Lumber Interests. S a or re on OTTAWA, July 12.—"It is rather surprising that you Americans know so little about our country." Such was a Canadian official's remark to me shortly after reaching Ottawa.

Before telling anything about Canada, it will be a matter of interest to know that all who live ift the United States are called "Americans." To a dweller in the states who

Canada and Mexico are mere outlying districts, such an appellation is flattering. However, I soon learned that it was only a convenient way of designation. "A United Statesman," or "a from tbe states" would consume too much time and waste breath. In fact, a Canadian likes to mount his lion and say: "Look at me, at my country, and at what I can do," just as much as an American djeiights in straddling the eagle and asking the world to gaze at the most progressive add biggest affair under the sun.

THK PARLIAMENTARY LIBRARY AT OTTAWA. We Americans are far too ignorant about our friendly neighbor. Canada consists of more than the St. Lawrence river, the Lachine rapids, pine logs, snow, troublesome fishing grounds and imported American thieves. Ottawa, the seat of government, is a pleasant little city of 25,000 people, and a good place to learn of Canadian resources. Ottawa is not a pretty city, and is especially lacking in the attractive homesteads one meets with in American towns of a like size. It has, however, beautiful parliament buildings on one of the finest sites in the world.t The architecture, as you will notice, is light and graceful. The library is called the "most beautiful building for the purpose in America." The interior reminds oile of the rotunda in the Capitol at Washington, only it is not so vast, and is made wonderfully attractive and homelike. Directly in the center is a good marble statue of the queen, as a young woman. These buildings stand on a high elevation overlooking the Ottawa river. In tbe distance, to the north and the east, a range gf low mountains forms a foreground to the ever yarying sky. The sweep of the eye extends over miles. Nearer are the Chaudiere falls and rapids, where can be seen great saw mills in operation.

HOUSES or PARLIAMENT AT OTTAWA. It will astonish the reader to learn that Canada is larger than tho United States, excluding Alaska. It covers an immense territory, and comprises 40 per cent, of all the aggregate British possessions throughout the world. Nor is it all a frozen region coverfed with snowdrifts. The agricultural and timbered lands cover an area of 2,000,000 square miles, of which 1,000,000 square miles are suitable for the production of wheat, and the wheat regions of Manitoba are claimed by the Canadians to be the finest of the world. The* development of that Vast Northwest is yet in its babyhood, but the fine yield of 50 bushels of wheat to the acre and the extra fine quality are new grounds for Canadian self inflation,

Patriotic citizens are also proud of the fact that rvmndian iron ore is finer than that found in the states. Much of the ore is sent from the Dominion to Pennsylvania and there mixed with inferior ores in smelting. Canada produces enough gf-aphite to supply all the legislative bodies'of the world with lead pencils, even if every garrulous politicatcapital speechmaker had first to put his diluted thoughts on paper. Gold is mined with financial success, copper ore is plentiful, while there are vast fields of phosphates. There is an endles^quantity of fine building stone.

Canada, as well as Pennsylvania, produces coal oil, although the majority of Americans dont know the fact Her coal regions are fine. In truth, her mineral resources are not justly appreciated even by her own countrymen. But so far Canada's greatest commercial interest is her lumber trade. Her boards make houses from climes where the quarrelsome Esquimaux dogs scratch and bite to zones where the tarantula nestles in the banana plants. An American can't keep down his bump of national pride when he learns that a very great number of Canada's wealthy and influential lumbermen hail from the land of the Stars and Stripes.

It is easy to see what vast manufacturing interests Canada can support with these great resources. The Dominion of Canada, which possesses these riches, did not have any independent existence until 1867. At that date the British provinces of Nova Scotia, New Brunswick, Ontario and Quebec formed the confederation, resigning all their powers to a central parliament. Prince Edward Island, Manitoba and British Columbia afterward became members. There are also several territories with romantic but unpronounceable

Tbe present population of the Do

minion is about 5,000,000 souls. Her colleges rank well. Canadians are not prouder of anything that they possess than they are of the Canadian Pacific railroad, which is a single line, under one direction, running from the Atlantic to the Pacific. Americans like to think they can equal anything in the world,

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but nere our Canadian friends are m»yi. ox us. We have no continuous railroad from ocean to ocean. One can take a sleeper at Montreal and alight from the same ear where the tide rolls in from China. In another letter I will tell something of Canada's gt--Afa»Qm1»n and her politics.

PAUL WIWJOX.

COL. GEORGE B. CORKHILL.

Bodden Death at Moant Pleasant, Ia.r His Old Home. A short paragraph in theerowded oohnflns of the newspapers is given to an obituary notice of a man who eight year» ago figured very prominently in them alL CoL

George B. Corkhill, to whom i» thus assigned brief but kindly dip-7 patching to the other world, waa the United Statee prosecuting attorney that conducted the trial of Gui-. teau, Garfield's as-^ sassin. In doing

this he incurred the enmity of the mur-, derer to a violent extent. Guiteau accused Corkhill of seeking to have him hanged in cold blood.

Col Corkhill was born in Harrison county, Ohio, forty-eight years ago. His father was a Methodist preacher, and George was like a„ so many other clergyman's sons—bright and pushing, but poor. While he was yet a small boy his family removed to Iowa. The youth, was graduated at the age of 81 from the Wesleyan university of Mount P.easant, la. Thence he entered the law school at Har-, vard. His blood, however, was too ardently patriotic to calmly sit and read law while the war drum Was sounding in his country. He threw down his books and hastened back. home to Iowa. There he organized a company of volunteers and hastened to the seat of war.

President Hayes appointed him prosecuting attorney of the District of Columbia. He continued to hold this office till the beginning of President Arthur's term. Then he opened a law office in Washington. The name he won during the Guiteau trial easily built up a good business for him.

He left Washington in usual health and in the bast of spirits on Thursday, and on Tuesday he was lying dead out in Iowa.

The New Bishop of Missouri. The Rt R?v. Daniel Sylvester Tuttle has been recently elected Protestant Episcopal bishop of Missouri. He is a man with a generous looking face and a broad head, r* and presumably a level one. Ha is of the W strong, sturdy type of man that one would expect to be developed on the western*"* plains. Everything is on the great scale out there.

BISHOP TUTTLE.

Bishop Tuttle is not a born western mai\ however, though be went to the territories young enough to grow up with the country. & was born in Windham, N. Y., in 1887. At the age of 20 he was graduated at Colum*

He was 30 years old when he went first to the far west. He was sent as a missionary bishop to Utah, Idaho and Montana. The ceremony of consecration was performed in

Trinity chapel, New York, by Bishops Potter, Hopkins, and others. The bishop has roughed it with the best of them in his day. As far back as 1863 he was Vf elected bishop of Missouri, but declined to leave his territories at that time. In '84 he went to Scotland as the delegate from Columbia college to the University of EJinburgh, on the occasion of the 300th azinivereary of its founding. Sof'8 A Connecticut Paper'* Little Fish Storvt

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Li'tle Johnnie had been unduly familiar with a forbidden jam pot, and had conso quently indulged in grief and lamenation when retribution with a large and rolling "R" had swooped down upon him.' He sat jj smarting and fearful for a long time in J'O sil?nca broken only by an oc asional sob. Then he looked up solemnly in his mother's face, and said with emphasisr "Mother, I'm sorry, you ever married my pa."—Somerville Journal.

We have seen Tennyson's last poem, and we only wish that it was.—Philadelphia CalL

If the Canadians don't let our fishing schooners alone they may catch a smack they will not relish.—Lowell Citizen. "I do love dress!" exclaimed a young ciety belle. "Then I should think you would wear more of it,!' replied a cynical bachelor.—Buffalo Commercial Advertiser.

Chauncay Depaw is given as authority for the story that a woman on Long Island said she had eaten so many clams that her waist roee and fell with the tide.—Utica Herald.

It doesn't take a woman long after she is married to learn that a man can muss up a bureau drawer more in three seconds than she can put in order again after an hour's patient work.—Somer ville Journal. "Are we going to have a yacht club?" said a friend to Commodore Godfrey. "Well, I dont know whether we will or not, but we yacht to," replied the commodore, as he sailed on down the street.—Washington

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