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But Essie did not see her, or feel the touch of her cold hand; the had eyts and thoughts only for Frank, who seemed liter- ally stunned by what he had heard. and stood stming stupidly before him. Lord Cnxford was the only person sufficiently master cf himself to take in the full tenor of the situation, and venture a. question now. May flashed one passionately grateful glance at the lover who was so little wont to shine with an independent lustre. and wondcud Wrat cratorical outburst could equal in efleet that plain and pregnant speech ._ . 1v -- .. .1 “That I murdered him!” Frank finished almost calmly, as, exhausted by the terrible scene through which he had passed, the old man dropped heavily into a. chair drawn up against the table and bowed his livid face on he outstretched axms. “Thank you, Mr, Verner; I know the Worst now, and I can act!" “Limle Georgie! Oh, it is horribleâ€"it seems impossnble!” he cried at last, while Esaie cried softly at his side, partly in pity for the little lad who was butanama to her, partly in sympathy with her lover's pain. .. . . .... If v -\ -.u “And do they suspectâ€"do they accuse any one of this foul cnme?” E sia eel ed the wcrd with a. shrill scream and May Lt 1‘s‘:lf, tiembling violently and very pale. drew instinctively neard to her sister’s side. "Unfortunately, that is the only word to use. Tle poor child was found by his un- forlunate mother this morning. strangled, and quite dead, with the little sash the nurse bad tied on re: an hour before tightly knotted round his throat.” ‘ "Hornbleindeedl" Mr. Verner said with a. strong shudder. "Blue horrible than death in its natural shape can ever be, for the child was murdered!" Yet it was clear and even at'ern; and he stood like a rock before the man who he knew accused him in his heart. . But Mr. Verner. wiping the great drops of a. mortal terror from Ins wrmklei fon- hoad, shcok his gray head despairiugly us he answered the young manâ€" Adead silence followed; even Lard Crox- ford drew back, turning faint and giddy, and May felt the room whirl round so Wild- ly that she caught at the nearest table for support; but Eszie clung to her lover still, though the face that grew paler and proud: or every instant grew also more indistinct to her strained vision, and when he spoke his voice sounded faint and far away. "Sir George de W'aiden‘s son is killed, you say?” he asked, turning his gold rimmed glasses kemly on Mr. Verner’s face, and speaking in the slow sensible tones that seemed to introduce a reasonable element into the phentasmal honors of some hideous dream. “Well, that’s very terrible, of cm me! ButI paxdon me. why use :0 sh' ck- iug a word as ‘erdc-r' hi n? ’ "They as} tBatâ€"that the chi-1d was last seen in your charge, that he stood in your way, andTand-fâ€"" Mr. Vcrner held the chair before him with a. tighter grip, and looked away from the Byoud agony of th_ose lgeeqeyc‘s. " Is there no one else at de “’alden Court?” “The ladâ€"little Geo'gie? Yes; but surely it is no: he whoâ€"” “Is dead? It is." Frank stared at the speaker almost in- credulously. It was so impossible to asso- ciate the grim and terrible idea. of sudden death wi:h the bright. faced noble little lad who had trotted beside him through the De Walden meadows twentylour short hours ago. He could still feel about his own the Warm close clasp oi the fat baby fingers, could hear the merry {rattle of the baby- voice, and meet the frank glance of the baby eyes that were as clearly blue as the 51; m mer heavens. Something rose in his throat with the recalled remembrance, and almost choked him, while tears of which he was all unconscious rose thickly in his eyes. “ Oh, what is it 2 You spnak of them, I know. Is my uncleâ€"is Lady de ‘N’alden ill!” Had that. wild, dreamy terror been pro- phetic? Had harm come in any strange and terrible shape to the graceful girl Wife or her gray haired lord 2 His heart throbb- ed with an unselfish dread as he said hur- riedlyâ€" V V _ _ There followed a brief pauseâ€"then Mr‘ Verqeraskcd sternlyâ€" _ “Heaven bless you, my darling!" he whis- pered fervently, and then turned to her father, anticipating some terrible explosion of wrath, and fervently hoping that it: would fall upon his head a_lgm_._ _ ‘ ‘ ‘ “st, all. At least, I left them so this morning." He Paused, and grew very pale, suddenly recalling Anita. de VValden's sor- rowfully spokenwordaâ€""The shadow comes nearer and nearer, and it means harm to those 1 love, onto n16.” “What is it. 'sir?” Frank asked, having run every possible and impossible calamity oval" in his mind and found none that could affect him very nearly. “No bank can break and ruin me, and I‘m so nearly alone in the world that. all being well here, death can hardrly‘toncrh 171175." CHAPTER VILâ€"CONTINUED. Frank lifted the small trembling band that touched hm arm reverently to his lips. How should be ever be grateful enaugh for, ever repay the loyal love that dared so much for his sake? But- none came. Mr. Vermr stared blank- ly in the girl's face, then turned his head aaifig .withpusfnotherqd gr_oan. "Death!" Mr. Verner echoed the always terrible word with an emphasis that made it more ghastly than ever; his bloodshot eyes rested on the young man’s face, as though they would pierce to his soul. “Death can harm every manâ€"and you haveâ€"relatives, if not friends.” "All!" the other repeated, with the same stragge to:_:_e and 190k. “01:. child, you brgak my heart!" he cried below his breath. “Go, Essie with your sister. Iain not angry;I shall not quarrelâ€"all that folly is forgotten; but I have some business withâ€"some bad news for â€"Frank!" “For mol”the young man broke in won- deringly, while Essie crept only the closer to him. and held her ground with that atrgggqnew‘ gong-age thgt 1070 had given. "Relatives and friends too, I hope." Flank broke in warm‘y; “but they are all well at De Walden Court." W is Bidfiwa', I must help him to bear it,” she said; and her soft eyes met her iath_e_ria feerleesly: A His Uncle’s Heir. “\Vhose workâ€"oh, (Largo, whose work!” And presently Sir George came in, his face grey with pain, the Veins on his fire- head swelling and standing out like knotted whip cord. his breath coming in great gasp ing mbs. He brushed past the pale and {lightened servants who clustered together on the stairs and about the bed room door, and, going straight to the bed, gathered the pale little figure 1:) his breast in a very agony of legs ahd pain. "My 1303;, my Georgie!" he cried, his voice hoarse with agony, his strong frame ahakm with the Bobs that seemed to rend his massive chest. “My little murdered child!" “And this is his work, his vengeanceâ€"the coward, theâ€"â€"” “Whose worh?"â€"the frozen calm was broken through at last. Anita sprang to her feet. and something, a realizing horror, 8. comprehension that had not been in them yet:| seemed to leap suddenly into her shin- ing eyes; her rigid lips unclosed, her breath came thick and fast. Sir George's gray face and tear reddeued eyes worerslow»ly misei. Even this did not move Anita. She heed- ed him apparently no more than she had heeded the servants as they came and Went, the only difference being that she suffered him to touch the child. Her eyes still blazed with the same fierce lustre, her hands were still locked in a. rigid clasp. I "\Vho but th'e one man had cause to hate our darlingâ€"my nephew Frank de \Val- den." She had placed Boot little Georgie cn her own bed, and sat eside him, never moving bl r htt eyes from the poor little face that the women could not look upon without a. fresh burst of choking tears. She would not; suffer any one to touch the child until Sir George came home. Then was something appalling in the utter calm with which she kept her waiting watch; and by-and-by the women crept one by one away and left her alone with her dead. And for once Sir George had no thought. no word, no look, for her. She aufiered, of course she did! Was not his very heart riven, his very soul on fire with a Wild c*av- ing for revenge on the coward whoseruthl‘ss hanfs had taktn that sweet child lile? Presently his voice rang out, a. shrill harsh note that it had never known before mingl‘ ing with its derper tones and giving a. strange porsionate intensity to his words. "No, no!” Anita’s hands were raised and passionately clasped above her head; her voice row in a. shrill scream that echoed through all the house of mourning like the cry of a. lost spirit, and brought the servants pouring in pell mall. “Not heâ€"not Frank! Ob, Heaven, 110! He would not harm my darling! No; it wasâ€"â€"" .“My lady, my lady, cry for Heaven‘s sake!" hu‘ maid had implored, kneeling at her feet, while the tears ran like rain down her own honest ruddy face;but Anita. did not. even seem to hen- her or feel the scalding drops that fell upon her white hands. She broke down there, with a. strange. gurgling cry. flung out both arms, and tell forward upon her face. When they raised her, face, dress, and hands were deluged with blood. She had broken a large vessel on the lungs, and even the least experienc- ed person there knew that her life was dralmngewuy. And in trfith she never recovered con‘ aciousness, never spoke agoin. The agony of along lifetime had been condensed in to those few hours, and mind and body had They were stolid, unimpreesionahle folk who looked upon that some of utter agonv; but not one among them will forget it till his dying day. The baby figure had been so full 0t life and health an hour back, all rigid and dreadful now, the golden hair flmting back from the blackened swollen face and wildly staring eyes, the girl mother in the tragic majesty of an agony that drove her really mad. They tried to take the little victim from her, for the burden was far be- yond her strength; but she struck their hands fiercely away, and staggered back through the brilliant morning sunshine that gleamed on her bare golden head and blazing eyes and on the pitifully altered face that lay upon h(r breast. “0‘11. F ank, poor Frank!" May cried bc- tween her pianionate Bobs. ‘ \Vhat n Mums is this! \Vhat thl you do?" __ Mr. Verner'a report had been subrtmtial- ly correct. Lidy de Walden, following her husband's instructions, had insiituted an in- stant search through the extensive grounds of De Walden Court. The servants. explor- ing in all directions, had found no trace of the missing child; but presently there had been heard scream upon scream issuing from the direction of the shrubbery. and all crowd- ing there had found the unhappy mother clasping the murdercd baby in her arms and frantically calling to Heaven to give her back her child. u: an... . v a..- n "Go back to “Elfin Court and meet my accuser: face to face!" Frank cried, his guy eyes flashing with a dangerous fire, his clear cut. features seeming to harden with gvelyuword. “1 harm that innocent baby I He paused abruptly and tried to loose the little fingers that had clasped with such pitâ€" eous passion on his own. Essie had not fainted; she had simply lost the power of speech or movement. She could only cling to the man whom fate seemed wresting from her. and try to speak to him with the dumb agony of her eyes, “Essie, my darling.” he cried brokenlyâ€" for her pain was the hardest of all to beerâ€" “let me go, Essie! Be brave for my sake, and help me now." The wdite lips stirred, but no sound came from them; the eyes questioned, implored, protested an undying love and trust; and Frank could still take comlort from them. It was a terrible story that the next day's paper set forth, a terrible story that May Verne-r read by In 1' unconscious sister's side; and, reading it, the brave and loving girl almost felt. that her heart might break. “Take her, May.” he said, with an ap- pealing look; and May drew her sister away -â€""take her and keep her for me. I must go at once to De Walden Court.” “And I will go with you,” said Lord Croxford quietly. It was his way of show- ing his unshaken faith in his friend, and he did it in his usual prosaic fashion; but to Frank and May Verner that way seemed the essence of chivalry. the one thing that could giyeflthem a. gleam of comfort now. ~ J __:.LL _..-L a“- -m... __,,,, "Yes. go, dear,” the girl cried, with such eager grateful passion m hex-sweet voice and shining eyes as set the young man‘s pulses throbbing. “Go and bring Frank back to us, for Essie's sake, and tune." CHAPTER VIII. Lard Croxford was certainly not accus- tomei to such an unceremonious style of address; but he did not resent it now. H9 was not thinking of himself or his own dig- nity; his heart ached for this broken, deso- late old man almoxt as much as for his in- jurefl frignd. Lord Croxford was silent. Not all his pity for the misery inzddened man before him could keep the angry blood from his face, the angry sparkle from his eyes as he listened to that cruelly unjust speech, but, by a mighty effort, he did keep back all angry words; and his silence wrought the other to frenzy. “18 that your news? Is Frank de \an- den in safe custody?" he broke out Violently striking his hand with cruel force upon the massive table; and his blood shot eyes shone with a cruel fire. "Yes, that last injustice has been done the man you wrong so foullyl" Lord Crox- ford answered, with a. sort of bitter calm. "Frank has been arrested for a crime which it is simply monstrous to associate with his name. He is absolutely incapable of cruelty to any one, and beloved your child." Sir' Gedrge gave a cry; that was like the roar'of a fill-“i beast i1} fiercest pain. _ “You might have known your nephow,” Lvrd Croxford said, with a. restrained pas- sion that was full of dignity. “I have known him as man and boy; and I km )W as surer as I know that the sun shines in the keaven, and you and I bothlive and breathe, that, whatever the evidence against him, Frank is innocent." Even Sir George seemed unmentarily im- pressed by the passionate cmviction ot the young man’s speech. He stared stupidly in- to the shadows, thui broke in with a. harab discordant laugh. “Whatever the evidence!” he criel with a. terribly mockery. “Your faith may be strongindeed if it survive that test! Do you know, sir, that your friend took the Chlld out for a. walk, a. walk from which neither of them returned, for he went straight to London, and the boyâ€"oh, Heaven, my little helpless Georgiel~was only brought home dead!" "Forgive me, Sir George”â€"he spoke, after a. little hesitating pause. with infinite gen tleness and unfeigued sympathy. "Heaven knows I would not intrude upon your grief ; but I come to tell you that Frankâ€"â€"" "That they have taken him, that he is caught?” Sir George broke in, his voice trembling, his eyes ablaze with savage ex- ultatinn. “Tell me that and I will thank and bless you, sir, as you were never thank- ed and bkssed before." “Loved!” he echoed savagely, “the child who robbed him of his heritage, who stmd between him and his promised Wife! No ; we were mad to trust the innocent creature in his power! We might have know 11 what his resignation meant.” His head sank forward upon his folded arms; even the anger died out of his voice, which Lecame a. mere wail oi agony. For the second time that day Lard Croxford felt the tears rush blindingly to his eyes. He drew a. little nearer to the stricken man, his kind heart aching With the burden of a. painful pity. He felt so powerless to help or heal in the presence of this tragic woe. H's faith in Frank was utterly unsheken; but the plain fierce words had shown him more clearly than ever the deadly peril in in which his friend stood. alike broken down under the unnatural strain. The great library. In which the stricken man on, was as dark as all the rest of the house. Croxford could not see the bent. shaking figure that rnsed itself from the great arm chair at his entrance. nor the fierce swollen eyes that turned angrily to his till his attention was drawn in that direc- tion by the sound of a. harsh querulous voice. "Well, sir, you have thrunt yourself upon my misery. \Vhat excuse have you to make?" It was hard to get and long in coming, and only obtained at last by a. desperate use of Frank de W'alden’s name. Lord Crox- ford winced to see how even the man who took his message and ushered him finally in- to Sir Geerge’s presence stared and colored angrily at the sound. “Forgive me, Sir George,” he said almost tenderlyâ€"and his voice, gentle as it was, was broken, and thrilled with the nervous agitation that possessed himâ€"“for worlds I would not say one word to irritate or anger She lay for some hours, looking like some lovely monumental figure in her p¢rfect pallor and perfect calm, slowly breathing her life away; and, before the evening aha dows fell, Sfr George was doubly bereaved. The mother and child so cruelly parted here had met again on the immortal shore. It was late when he arrived at De Walden Court; but only the fsintest glimmer of light broke through the massive ivy-grown frontage of the great house. The vast en- trance hall was all in shadow, and the kind- ly messenger, already sufliciently depressed felt his heart sink lo aver and low<r as he stood in that gloomy ante-chamber, await- ing Sir George’s permission to come in. And, With a. warm hand ciasp, the good hearted young Viscount hurried away, hor- ribly ashamed of the tears that dimmed his glasses and were an honcr to his manhood, if he had had but the sense to see: it. The two young men had gone straight from Mr. Verner’a house to the railway station; but only one of them had been suffered to reach De W'alden Court, for Frank was 31-- res ed as he entered the train, and the man who had him in charge was natvraily anx- ious to place a prisoner so important in im- mediate safe-keeping. ‘ O.‘ course, 1 W111 act as your deputy, and bring my report to-morrow. Keep up your spirits, ol‘i telmw. These mad mktakea can never last long. you know; andâ€"and Heav- en blrss you, and good-bye!” lThen he is a. fool for his pains," Lord Croxford broke in, with all the roughne-s of genuine feeling. “You guilty, Frank! I would as soon believe In my own guilt. Lord Croxford "grew very pzle, and manifested an unexpectedly nugnacious dis- position when he saw the significant Izleam of steel in the detective’s hand; but Frank restrained him with an imploring glance. and could only gnaw his blonde moustache, and feel _eavsgely miserable and helpless. "It must have come sooner or later.” Frank said. as they parted. He was won- derfully calm and self possessed, though his eyes gleemed with a. feverish brightness, and his handsome face was very pale. “But I Wishâ€"I wish I had seen Sir George. You will go to him, Croxford. and say howl grieve for my little cousin, for him. for ” He paused suddenly, with a. blank face; then added slowlyâ€""But how if he thinks me guilty?" Frank answered only by. a griteful look; and the other wentron hantilyâ€" _ Physical superiority of the ante-Alexan- drian Greeks to the hardiest and most ro‘oust nations of modern times. is perhaps best il- listruted by the military stitistics oi Xeno- phon. According to the author of the “Ana- oasis,” the complete accoutremeuts of the Spu‘tan soldier, in what we would c ill heev y muching order, weighed seventy-five pounds, exclusive of the camp. mining, and bridge-building tools, and the rations of breed and dried fruit which were issued in weekly instalments and incressed the burden of the infantry soldier to ninety, ninety-five, or even a. full hundred pounds. This load wan often carried at the rate of four miles an hour for twelve hours per diem, day altar day : uni only in the burning deserts of southern Syria. the comfimnder oi the Gre- cian auxiliaries thought it prudent to shorttn the usual length of a. day’s march. It was strange to see the transformation wrought in the character of the sisters by this time of cruel trial. I‘ was bright brave May. hitherto the guide and leader in all things, who broke down utterly now, who lost faith in the justice of man and the mercy of Heaven, who was hysterical and miser- ably weak in the presence of her morbid fearsâ€"gentle, timid, E:sie who to.k up the burden laid upon her, and bore it bravely and patiently, who cheered her lover, father, and sister in the moments of darkest despon- deucy, and tried to chase then growing terrors with the light or her own serene faith. ‘Vherent Mr. Verner would eye hi favor- ite child with sorrowful amazement. and groan aloud in bitterness of heart. He no longer controverted the iinocence, though his reason told him that the evidence brought forward in the case was overwhelmingly strong; some instinct stronger than reason waged war with it and hora it down. He) could not think Frank de Walden a. tour- dererâ€"the crual destroyer of on innocent helpless child. Tne doubts and terrors, the ague-fits of horror and remorse that: broke down the stern strong man, making him permaturely old and feeble, seized from time to time on Uroxford and May, paralysing the efl‘orts of the true friend and loving sister, and making them almo at shun the man they were pawer- lens to save ; but they never touched Easia : her clear eyes seemed to pierce the dark clouds about them and rest with tranquil as- nurance on the light 1):) 0nd. “And yet they will convict him l” the girl would cry frcm time lo time, as the black and bitter waters of an utter deapzir surged over her struggling soul. "There are only these who know and love to trust him still. and it rests with the others to con- demu.” But though he believed him guiltlees. he believed also that he must die. There seemed no feeble link in that terrible circumstantial chain that wound itsell about him, dragging him nearer and ewr nearer to the scaffold. HIS death might be a. judicial murler, but such had been perpetrated in Mr. Verner's memory, and might: be again. "Funk is innocent 1" she would say, her blue eyes lighting with the fire that gave her worn young face a stunger spiritual look. “We know that ; and we know that we truth and justice must prevail at last.” There are three wicks to the lamp of man’s-lifeâ€"brain, blood, and breath. Press the brain a. litt‘e, itu light goes out, follow- ed by both the bothers. Stop :the heart a. minute, and out go all three of the wickn Choke the air out of the lungs and presently the fluids cease to supply the other centrgs of fleme, and all in soon stagnation, cold and darxness. Tnat smile, though she met it morning after morning when she and her sister paid their daily visits to the p iauuer, fully corn- mittad f0: trial as Frank was now, was al- ways a. little more than May’s nerves could stand; it always sent; her to the grim un- curtained window that looked out upan the square paved prison-yardâ€"there to rage fiercely and impotently against the cruel folly of a world that could mistake Frank de Wal- 'lcn {or a murderer. "Break it thinl" the old mm answered savagely. “You are a good friend and a. strong advocate, air; but I think you and your client will botbfind that chain in strong e101gh to ‘haug him!" you: but, for truth's sake, I must answer you still. I du not know. I cannot: guesa, how the terrible chain that links Frank’s name with this most hideous crime got itself forged; but I know that it is a chain of fAlsghood, that 1t can and shall be broken " "Frank l"â€"“My darllng I” It was a. very worn and haggard faca that bowed itself over Essie Verner's dark head. Confinement and watching and anxlety had stolen the healthy bronze from the clear skin and traced some sharp lines on the smooth browâ€"nay. even drawn some gleaming sil- ver threads through the close crispness of the brown gold curLs: but the eyes were still clear ani steadfast, and the lips kept their brave sweet smile. Implacable hate gleamed in the swollen eyes, and sounded in the roughened voice. Lord Croxford felt that it was useless, for the present at least, to contend with one who was der alike to reason and appeal, though he felt, with added pang. how terv rible this man's full conviction of his nephew’s guilt would influence the public mind. He sished involuntarily as he decid- ed this; and the sound attracted Sir George‘s attention. He eyed the young man keenly, and, for the first time, made some faint at- tempt to speak with reasonable Ephrleiy. Sir George stated, as though he hardly understood him at first; then the blood rushed hotly over the gray face, and the eyes emitted one vivid flash Is he cried, with a chel laughâ€" “Yes. yo‘ix can take some comfort to your friendâ€"can tell him his cruel vengeance is completeâ€"Lndy de \Valden is dead I" "I do not blame you, sir. Thinking as you do, you are right to stand by your friend in such 9. time as this. But when you know, as I know now, his shameful gmltâ€"” “Say rather when you know how great a wrong you have done him. you will be glad that he had a friend,” Lord Croxford said hurriedly. “That day will come, Sir George; but we shall never see the one of which vou speak. Till then, good-bye." He moved towards the door, then came back again, and spoke with a resolute efl‘ott. "One question more. I must t.»ll all that has passed between us to Frank, and. Heaven knows, it “iil be a. bitter taekl I would gladly fiod one gleam of hope to give him. Does the poor mother, doee Lady de Walden share your conviction of his guilt '3" (To BE CONTINUED ) CH AFTER IX. "Tm-re was no signs of places for cooking, nor any appearance of fire, and it is believed that all their provisions are esten raw. What strengthened this opinion was the alarm the natiVes felt when they saw the spnks eman Lting from the flint and steel, and the emission of smoke from the mouths of those who was smoking cigars.” Tne wri‘er of this article was on board the Peacock. and can vouch for the verity of Cipt. Hudson’s arcmnt of our interviews with the natives, and also that they eat their entire food without cooking, but alos had the greatest dread of fire in any form. \Ve saw no traces of charcoal or ashes in their village or town, and we fully under- stood them as to their food and how it was taken. It consisted entirely of cocomuts and pandanus erits; fish, echini, and other products of the sea; the few birds mostly seen there, were not regarded as food, and even if they were, could not have been easi- ly obtained or relied on for supplies, the population being large in proportion to the is'and’s size. “They were eage: enough for trade, and soon dispoeed of all they had to exzhange; few present: were made them, but all the in‘lucements failed to e :txce them on board, Tney apoearei cheeriul, laughing heartily at anything that struck them as ridiculous. E. L Conger of Maple Creek has a couple of swarms or bees which came into his p03- session under peculiar circumstances. About two years ago, late in the fa‘l, a. swarm came to his place. taking refuge between the sid- ing and wall of a. little addition to his house, gonng in through a knot hole in the siding. Coming so late in the season they were un- able to lay up enough honey to keep them, and they all died during the winter. Last week Monday, about noon, another large swarm came in exactly the same way, and a few hours later another and larger swarm followed suit. all going in though the same knot hole and making themselves at home in the space between the walls and the studding The last swarm woul‘i comprise about a half bushel. They are now busxly at wo:k preparing to settle do wn for a per- manent residence. The instinct of bees is remarkable, but this is one of the strangest cases we have heard of for a. long time. 'Tde pofiulatioa of the island is estimated to be about six hundred Eouls, most of whom dwell in the town. Capt. Hudson relates: “The natives were at first very shy of the boat}; but the H9.- waiiani who were in them soon induced them to appromh, and to enter into trade, and finally enticed them alongside the ships. 0n coming new they began a song or chant, hol ling up the‘r paddles and mats, and. showing ‘13 afilou tamatau.’ They resembled the natives of Oatafu, or Duke of York's Is- land, were the same kind 0! mats, eye- shades and ornaments, and some were tatoo- ed in the same nanner. Some, however, were tatooad in a. different style, being or- namented with a. variety of arrows on the forehead and cheeks. They were all finely formed and manly in appearance. with pleasing countenances that expressed good nature. Prof. Beird, of the National M iseum, has received from England a specimen of an aquatic fish-eating plant, known as the great bladderwort, which has been discover- ed to be peculiarly destructive to young fish. The plant is large, has no roots, but floats free in the water, and its leaves bear small bladders which entrep the fish fry. Twelve or fifLeen species of the plant are found within the limits of the United States. andit abounds in the Fish Com- mission carp ponds in \Vashington, where it hes been introduced at considerable labor and expense, having been heret )fore regard- ed as excellent fish fool. Prof. Baird will warn carpiculturists to destroy the plant wherever found, as he believes that mil- lions of fry must be annuallly caught in the little bladder traps. Oh 1 how tired and weak I feel. I don't believe I will ever get through this Spring houaevcleaningl Oh yes you will f you take a bottle or two of Dr. Carson's Stomwh Bitters to purify your blood and tone up the ayatem. In use bottles 50 ceuu. You can walk so comfortably in the parks, and have your choice of seats. as there will be up disagreeable crowd. and no dut from c.rrmges. You can study geography, and improve yourself so much, by engaging all your travelling friends to Writ: t » you to tell you what they are aeemgfimu you can follow themâ€"on the In 1p. You will feel no much more comfortable watching ova your own premises, instead of l-aving them to servants, who Wlll have in Iollowers, and perhaps set the house on fire. You will avoid those long, cold. dull evenings in the country, and especially by the seaside, when you are tired out. can’t get a. book. and are ashamed to have a. fire, and you can fpend them in the comfort of your own house. I do not know of any but a single record where natives of a. newly discovered country did not know the use of fire: that one case was on Island Fdnua Lon, or Badwitch's Is- land, discovered on the 29511 of January, 1841, by W. H. Hudson, of the United States SJnth Sea Surveying and Exploring Expedition. You can fetch up suoha deal of reading which you have never had time to manage during the season, and besides. can resolute- ly set yoursdf to Spencer, Tyndall and other really matructlve writers. You can see a. great deal of your poor and unpraaentable rklatiom, and ask them to tea, and advise them as to the bringing up 0! their children, and otherwise disohnrqe the duties of consanguinity. A gang of Italian laborers near Santoga were recently cut down ten cents a. day. In- stead of striking, they cut an inch off their shovel blades at night. The boss asked what it meant, and one of the men replied. “ Not so much pay, not so much dirt lift ; all right, job 15817 the more long. Italian no fool like Irishman : he no strike." And you cannot think how much more you will enjoy a. country holiday in 1885 if you omit taking one in 1884; besides that, when your friends return to town, you will have so much more leisure to listen to all their narratives of travel, having none to bore them mth in return. Comfort for Can’tGet-Awavs. Men Ignorant of Fire. Fish-Eating Plants. A Cheap Beehive.