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Early in 1874, I found myself about 250 mile; north-west of Lake Superior, when orders came to survey all lakes and streams on each side of the transit line ; following up the latter northerly, where possible, to their rise in the great watershedâ€"a work requirâ€" ing courage, endurance and topographical skill. The lakes and streams were frozen ovcr ready for the Work, so I made up my party, and, as the line had progressed near- ly twenty miles from the starting point, I had to go back and take in the lakes and rivers we had passed. The line camps were about five miles apart, at each of which were left some provisions for dog teams coming up the line or for any one requiring to pass down or up the trail. These would be a stand-by in case the supplies of my party should run short, as those we could take with us were necessarily small. \Ve had been at work some time, and had stretched away north, follo Wing the intricate and tortuous chain of lakes which compose English river, in order, if possible, to reach their source at the great watershed. At this point we were fully thirty miles north of the line camp. On the night in question the cold became intense, and the drift on the lake often obscured the range of the instru- ment. But as our traverse course had veered more southerly we pushed on to reach a point as near as possible to some abandoned camp on the line of survey where we possibly could renew our provisions. It was nearly five o’clock when we reached a point which promised fair camping ground ; the glass read 25° below zero, with a cutting north wind. I called “camp,” when snowshoes became shovels, axes were plied for fire logs, birch bark was gathered, and our snow bed was being hastily brushed, while at its foot a log heap was about ready to light. At that moment there was a consultation and a delay for which I was in no humor, and I ordered the fire to be lighted at once. To my dismay, however, one of the men came to me with a face that indicated great anx- ietyâ€"and he, of all men, was no coward” and reported the matches lost ; that they only had one, and were afraid to strike it lest it should fail ; and if it failed it must be in my hands as none of them would risk it. I tried to put as good a face as I could on the matter. I took the match and bent down in lee of the thrown up camp ofsnow. It was a moment of horrid suspense. In a mo- ment the thought flashed on my mind that if that tiny match missed we would Incidents of the C.P.R. Survey To remain there would be certain death, for, though tempered as we were to endure the cold, flesh and blood could not stand it. I loosened my‘sash and Hudson’sfiliay coat for an unfrozen surface to strike on, while the men looked on as if waiting for an execu- tion. Heaven heard our prayers, the match blazed, while the bits of paper anxiously thrust at it came near putting out the feeble light on which our very lives depended. At length a whole heap of birch bark was in a blaze. I have often thought with a shud- der what the consequences might have been had that little match failed. We seldom reflect on what results may germinate from small matters. But there was no time to moralize. A hasty supper was cooked, and before a blazing fire we failed to realize the danger we escaped. Zut “ misfortunes seldom come singly.” The cook announced that our provisions were about done. Thirty miles from camp and from ten to fif- teen from any point on the line where a sup- ply was likely to be got; deep snow, an unbroken forest; cold as death itself, and no food. The boys sung songs and I kept up a show of jollity but inwardly I felt anx- iously my position. I slept little, but form- ed my resolution. Early next morning the men were ordered to make for the nearest old camp on the line, and if supplies were found on a “ cache” to return at once, if not to follow up to the camp, and I would follow as I best could. One of the men of- fered to remain with me, but there was no food for two if the worst happened. I had plenty of dry firewood, a chunk of frozen cheese, and more bread, tea and sugar than I Would require. Soon after the men left the Weather got milder, and I passed the day re- ducing my traverses and writing up my 'pencil notes. At length night began to sct~ tle down, the sky became overcast, and an ominous silence prevailed. Ere I finished my supper, it was black darkâ€"made darker still by the blaze of my camp fire. I was alone but did not feel unhappy. I had at least three days’ food for one, and in the event of my men not returning, that would take me to the line camp. I would have to “ break trail ” all the way by a straight cut. I could follow the men’s trail if I took that route, but it was a round about one. 1 would likely have to travel night and day, but I had not a match either to make tea. or read my compass by. Under those cir- cumstances, thoughts came thickly, and sometimes unbidden. I was thus musing on my solitary situation and enjoying the neverrfailing solace of my pipe before a blazing fire that threw its light out among the tall birchcs and spruces, when suddenly I heard behind me a noise, as if some one were coming. It could not be my men as they had not time to return, and they would come from the opposite direction. it was too calm for the wind to move the branches, but just as I was putting it down as imagin- ary, I heard it again nearer and almost be- hind me, but a little to my left. Again and again I heard it and still nearer. It might be a stray Indian hunter. who would keep eggs and of beautiful prizmatic color; I now knew it to be an animal of some kind, and judging from the two eye balls I was looking at, a big one at that. Situated as I was there was something by far more roman- tic than any more description can convey. While I was watching what would next happen, a log settled down in the fire, caus- ing a. bright flame to leap up. The two globes disappeared, and the next moment there stood before me, and only a few yards beyond my fire, me company for the night, and I awaiteil his approach with something betWeen curi- osity and anxiety. At that moment I heard it on my left, and the crunching of the snow was very distinct. I could not make out the object advancing so cautiously. In the darkness that circled my camp fire light I could see nothing. Without moving my body I turned my head to the left and watched for my visitor, when there darted through the darkness two starâ€"like balls, which, from my position seemed as large as HAVE TO MARCH ALL NIGHT. BY ONE OF ITS ENGINEERS. and appearing to the greatest advantage as he stood quarter facing me in the full blaze of light and gazing as if spell~ bound on the fire, where, giving an occa- sional stamp he remained four or five min- utes. During the time Ifeasted m eyes on the truly splendid animal. I he. no fire- arm, and if I had, nothing could have in- duced me to hurt or destroy so fine and so innocent a specimen, especially as I could make no use of the spoil. How long he might have remained to gratify my wonder and admiration I cannot tell, had not an al- most unconscious movement of mine alarm- ed him, when, with something between a. snort and a whistle he wheeled into the dark woods and 1 saw him no more. I was again alone. I sat till it was late, and after a drink of tea with a biscuit and cheese, I rolled myself in my blanket and slept soundly till good daylight next morning, when I washed in the snow, raked together the smoking remains of my camp fire, brew- ed some tea, and awaited the arrival of my men. If they did not appear by noon I re- solved to pack and go. They did not ar- rive and I concluded that failing to find sup- plies, and having nothing to kindle a. fire, (which was not thought of when they start- ed) they had gone up the line as was agreed upon. My chief regret was that I would have again to return here to carry out the work which was left without being tied to a point on the lineâ€"“ hanging,” as it is call- ed. My pack was soon made up, consisting of blanket and overcoat, with tomahawk, drinking cup, and tea can, in my sash. So with my little satchel on my shoulder I was ready. I decided on taking the bee-line cut, hit or miss, and I owe it to God’s good providence that my decision did not termixr ate fatally, and my end remain forever a mystery. I followed the narrow and rag- ged lake for some distance southward, hop- ing to find an outlet, which I soon made, but was surprised to find it so small. How- ever, as it still led nearly about my compass course, I made fair progress on its smooth surface, but constantly expecting to reach one of those great bends which might leap in any direction but the right one. It was now well on in the afternoon. The sun was obscured, and as I halted to look at my compass, I heard distinctly the sound of a waterfall, which the crunching of my snow shoes while walking prevented me from hearing sooner. I pushed on and soon came in sight of a cloud of mist rising. The secret was that there were two outlets. I had taken the bay that led to the smaller one Instead of that which discharged the main river which unites with the one I had travelled at the falls, and nearly at right angles to it. After this junction the river’s course changed north-westerly, so that I had at all hazards to cross. I could not do so below thelfalls as, so far as I could see, the opposite shore presented a barrier of per» pendicular rock from 100 to 150 feet in height. On nearing the cataract, which had discoursed its musicto those grand old woods for a thousand years, the spectacle was grand and imposing. I found the river just above the falls black, deep and rapid, before dash- ing over, and that immediately above the falls and partly over them the spray and snow had in course of the winter advanced from each side till they met, and had formed a. kind of irregular ice bridge over the chasm which, although pretty broad at the ends, narrowed to the width of only a path at the centre. I was at a standstill. 1 either had to attempt a crossing on this treacherous mass of frozen foam or retrace my steps ; the thought of doing either was to say the least not agreeable. I resolved to cross if possi- ble. My position was desperate and I could only extricate myself by what in other cir- cumstances would be a foolhardy act. Cut ting a sapling with my tomahawk and poin- ting it sharply I began to try the solidity of the phantom looking structure till my pole reached the narrow centre which was about ten feet above the black rapid mass of water below, just before it took its mad leap of 30 or 40 feet. I confess I felt a kind of sicken- ing sensation. If the frail structure gave way no one would ever learn my fate. Well the rest may be imagined. I resolved, howâ€" ever, to leave some trace behind me that some day might be found, and with this ob- ject I blazed a. large birch near me on which I wrote : The die was cast, however, so with my pole to steady me, I advanced. The centre looked like frozen foamâ€"honey combed, but hard and crystalized. As I entered on the narrow and frail looking centre, the roar of waters on my right below, almost produced giddincss, and just near the centre I felt one of my feet crushing the foamy mess. I could not spring, as it might break the mass, my only safety lay in being quiet The suspense was trying, nothing gave way, and in a second [more I was safe. It now appeared to me almost childish to have written on the tree, and I would have given something to have it blotted out, but 1 supâ€" pose till this day no one has seen it. I did not feel any reaction till I get a look from below at the kind of thing I had crossed which looked like a foot thick of frozen foam, and the sight caused a slight faintness There is no use in talking of courage. Like all other things it has its limit, unless we call foolhardy bravado by that name. In adjusting my snowshoes for the rest of my journey, I missed my knife, which I at once remembered putting in my satchel after using it at dinner, and in turning its contents to the bottom, to my great joy I found two matches and two bits with the phosphorus on them. I could now kindle a fire, cook a scanty meal and rest for the night. It was getting dark asI reached the border of a small lake, whereI found dry wood and abundance of birch bark. I made my camp, and in half an hour had my tea water boiling. The air was close, pre- saging a storm; I felt tired, so after a frugal supper and the ever-soothing pipe, I rolled up, and was soon oblivious to my hardships. On awaking, I found some in- ches of snow on my blankets ; the embers of last night’s fire were still smoking, enabling me to look for as liberal a. breakfast as my means admitted. Iagain packed and re- sumed my weary journey, hoping, if possible, to reach some point on the line that night, and thence along our dog trail to the camp. Breaking trail was heavy and my progress slow. But I held on my compass course over fallen timber, hills and rocks. About eleven o’clock I came to what looked like a river and about fifty or “I must cross theice bridge over these falls. If it breaks you know my fate and my name.” I loosened my pack, which, with snow- shoes and satchel I threw across. The next; moment I would have given the world had I not done so. A MOOSE 0F LARGE PBOPORTIONS, “ FEB. 22nd, 1874, 4.20 p. m. sixty yards across. It lay in my course and I began to cross it, but when near the opposite side the ice became “ glare.” The Water had receded from it, and here and there a “snag” stuck up. I did not think from appearance that the water was deep under, but, as I advanced, I kept probing with my sharp pole. \Vhen a few yards from the shore the ice under my right snow» shoe gave way, and it went bodily through nearly sidewise, and then turned flat under the ice. Although I tried every conceivable means to recover it I could not succeed. I could not reach back to loosen the stringsâ€" which were stiff frozenâ€"for fear of losing the balance of my other foot; I pushed down my pole, but, at six feet, I could feel no bottom. I was alone without a soul to help me, and if the ice below my left shoe gave way I was done for. I dulst not struggle for fear of this, and at the end of a quarter of an hour I was as fast as ever in that trap. There was a snag near, but it was too low to catch and my hand could not reach it within an inch or two. I knew that my only safety lay in patience and coolness, so taking my tomahawk from my sash, I chopped the ice little by little around it in order to make a catch if I could reach as for By moving gently I succeed- ed in shifting my snowshoe below the ice, and by that means got near enough to catch the snag. The hold was good and I could pull, but if I lost my snowshoe I might as well be drowned at once. The hold I had got enabled me, however, to use more exer- tion and to move my right foot, which I did in every form for fully ten minutes, every minute feeling an hour. At last, when I had nearly given up, a lucky turn brought the shoe up edgewise and out it came ; and by the greatest care, I made the shore over the \VHEN ONE OF THE INDIANS took his snowshoes and went out ; after a little he re-entered with some cedar brush, which he laid in a vacant place and in a low tone (irawled out “ vzve/mgan,” (your bed.) Rabbit skin blankets were then in order, and without a. word each curled up for the right. The situation was funny in the ex- treme ; I slept like a top till late into Sunday morning. I got up at once; there was only one woman and a man in the wig- wam. Where the others had gone I did not know, unless, like myself they were lodgers for the night and had gone. The sqnaw gave some of last night’s tea and pointed to some strips of pork (which I afterward found they got from our people) stuck on the points of little sticks before the fire and dripping on some chock-dog bread she had kindly pre- pared for my breakfast. It was tidy enough in her way, but at any rate I had either to go without or eat it, and 1 did so. I spoke but indifferent Cree, but enough to invite the Indian to camp to get some supplies in return for his kindness. I then left with very stiff ankles. As nearly as I could make out I was about six miles from camp, and was not a little surprised to find my night’s host at my heels with a caraboo skin bag for the spoil I had promised him. My host and I reached camp about noon where I found my fellows, who, finding nothing but some pork and beans on the “caches,” made for the line camp straight, as they were with» out any means of kindling a fire. After a “ civilized dinner,” a pack of all the old coats, pants, old sashes, etc., that the young fellows could think of, were heaped together for the Indian, with some flour, pork, boiled beans, tea, sugar, etc. But the hcap, as was intended by them, became too big for the Indian to carry. His stone image face he- came a study as he gazed on a heap that he coveted but could not shoulder. At last an old toboggan was got, his load tied on, with which he started. If ever an Indian was made happy it was my host of a night. We MOST TREACIIEROUS ICE I EVER SAW. I felt a good deal exhausted ; my right foot was wet up nearly to my knee, but fortun- ately the weather was comparatively mild. I rested a little, ate some biscuits and frozen cheese, lighted my pipe with my only match and resumed my journe} . I had lost nearly two hours of precious day light, but the rest of the afternoon, beyond very heavy snows, having presented few difficulties, I (lid to my infinite relief reach the line dog trail by sundown. I was there safe after all my troubles, and would have stayed there for the night, but as my provisions were on their “last legs,” with a good trail, a clearing sky and fully a quarter moon I resolved if possible to make the camp that evening. The trail soon entered on a narrow lake four or five miles long which seemed to me twen- ty. I did not know how far the line had progressed since I left it but supposed it, from the usual rate, to be six or Seven‘miles from where I was. I was very tired and felt that I could not go much further. I was nearing the end of the lake and was looking for a place to try my two remaining bits of matches, and to camp for the night if they lighted, when I came across new snow shoe tracL s, which I followed into the bush for about fifty yards. Here I began to find rabbits feet, and bits of ifur, when I at once concluded that I was on an Indian hunter’s camp ; a few yards further I found the Wigwam banked round with snow. Re- solved to stay here for the night I entered with the everlasting “ Boshoo” and, as the Indian etiquitte demands, shook hands all round. There were two big Indians making snowshoes at one side, and two sijuaws, an old one and two papooses, at the other. A bright fire blazed on the “ caboose" with some flat stones around it on which pieces of rabbit flesh and beaver tail were roasting. After the first salute no one took the slight~ est notice of me, the men going on with their work and the three squaws looking vacant- ly into the fire. I took ofl‘ my pack and satchel, and sat for a while in solemn si- lence. I then handed the two whole plugs of tobacco I had left, one to each of the men, and my whole remaining stock of sugar and tea to one of the women who I judged to be “mistress of the house.” This elicited all aroundseries of “meguitchcs”(thanks), Again along silence, after which the squaw to whom I had presented the groceries rose silently, put some water in a tin can and then some tea ; then another long silence. “'hen the water boiled she handed me the can bodily, and the little sugarbags I had given her, which after sweetening my tea out of it, I returned with the usual “ megaetch.” She then pointed to the roast on the hot stones and murmured “ buckatee,” (you are hungry.) I certainly was, but the savory mess was too much for me, although I ap- preciated the hospitality as the best she could do, and what was better I saw that she meant it. I ate the balance of my cheese with some biscuit and the tea, divid~ ing the remaining biscuits between the two papooses. The Wigwam was not more than ten feet across, and I was musing how eight human beings could find room to sleep Such was our lot, but with occasional pleasant variations, during the winters spent in surveying one of the grandest modern works â€" the bond which in every sense binds together the commercial and political interests of Canada. Of our force over two per cent. of the very flower of Canadian man- hood and intelligence perished. Our battle was in the interest of Civilization, and to- day all the original explorers who survive may well feel a. just pride in the full fruition of one of the 111051? gigantic and vital cuter- priSes the world ever saw. An influential deputation has just been appointed to urge upon the Local Legisla- ture the necessity of the better protection of our deer during the close season. Every sportsman knows that our deer are being exterminated and if matters continue as they are, it will not be very long before this noble animal will be practically extinct. Hounding is bad enough during the open season, but when to this is added bounding out of season, crust hunting and jack»hunt» ing, the only wonder is that we have any deer lei t. Crust-hunting is particularly ob- jectionable. What little flesh this animal has in midwinter is of no value as food. This crust-hunting has been going on ever since settlers commenced taking up land in Muskoka and the Ottawa region. It has been steadily increasing until to- day the number of deer killed dur- ing the winter exceeds that of the open season. The present Winter has been remarkably favorable for this method of ex- terminating the deer. The snows all through the north country have been very heavy, and the crust hunters have had every- thing their own way. There is positive evi- dence that in the townships of Sinclair, Perry, Bethune, Armour, Franklin and Finlason, in Muskoka, there are people who make a regular practice of winter hunting, killing deer in the yards. It is within the mark to say that in Franklin township alone upwards of sixty deer have thus been slaugh- tered since the close of the hunting season. L’ Union of Arthabaekaville chronicles the birth of a son to Joseph Methot, jr., farmer, of Nicole. The extraordinary fea- ture is that this infant, its father, its grand- father and its great grand-father, all inha; bit the same house. the great grand-father being described as a. sprightly old gentleman of 84. L’ Union observes with truth that the French-Canadians are a. fruitful people. A correspondent writes from Mentone:~â€" “ \Ve are greatly surprised here at the sense.- tional accounts of the earthquake which have appeared in the London newspapers. If we are to believe them, Mentone is a city of the dead. Two hundred and eighty houses are in ruins, the shops are closed. English ladies are going about begging their bread, and the wounded are being shipped off in yachts. If I am to believe my own eyes, about six houses have been severely damaged and about fifty slightly. The shops are open and their own ers are very anxious to do business ; while if yachts have embarked the wounded they have put out so far to sea that this explains conviction here that there have been no wounded.” At Monte Carlo not a single crack in a house is to be Seen, while at Nice the only damage visible is that four or five houses have lost their top ornaments, or chimney-pots. It is the fashion here to ex- aggerate the earthquake in order to excuse the cowardice of the visitors. A more ab» ject herd of cowards I never came across, although I have been in earthquakes far more serious than this one. I hear that during the earthquake scare at a certain town on the Riviera a lady Whose beautiful golden hair had excited the admiration of all beholders rushed from her room into the garden, all tattered and shorn, her fright being so great that she had neglected to don her tresses. The human wolves who thus hunt and slaughter the deer are a.ny seconded by their four footed namesakes. In one yard the remains of fourteen deer were found that had been killed by wolves. The man who made this discovery placed some poisoned meat in the vicinity and next morning found three dead wolves. Unless killed in a surveyed township or Within a certain distance of a. settlement the Government does not allow a bounty for wolf scalps. Besides beingaconstant source of annoyance to the Settlers these scavengers of the forest are hastening the extermina- tion of our deer, being ably seconded by the crust-hunters and the jackers. A bounty for their scalps would make the crust-hunt~ ers wolfâ€"hunters, thus benefiting the comâ€" munity instead of injuring it. Surely the Government could well afford a bounty for all Wolves killed, say south of the C. P. R. track. But until game warders are appoint- ed, Whose duty it shall be to prosecute of- fenders against the law, we cannot hope for a better state of affairs in the hunting country. Several of the American States have adopted this system and are well pleased with the result. It will be long years before Muskoka. can be cleared up. The pine is pretty well gone already and until it becomes a dairyng country the settlers will not have much sur- plus produce to dispose of. But it is a magnificent summer resort, and now that the C. P. R. controls the railway running into it, we may expect to see its attractions well advertised. Why should not the set- tlers benefit by the great natural attractions of their country. Its rivers and streams are well stocked with fish and with proper protection its forests would long abound with deer and game birds. Kill off the hsh and the fishing clubs will seek other streams; kill off the deer and the sportsman will spend his holidays somewhere else. Protect both and it will attract a constantly increase ing stream of sportsmen and pleasure-seek- ers who will all leave money in the country. It is gratifying to know that the settlers themselves are becoming alive to these ad- vantages, and some are doing everything they can to protect the game. In the town- ships already named there are parties on the watch for violators of the game laws and the names of several who have been indulg- ing in the butchery of deer during the past Winter have been secured, together with con- clusive evidence of their guilt, and ere long the offenders may find that the Way of the transgressor of the game laws is hard.»â€" Forest and Farm. never saw Hm again. On our return a. few days afterwurds, I visited the scene of my queer night’s quarters but the campers had flown, and only the circle remained to mark the spot. Illegal Deer Hunting. The Earthquake. The bride turned so red that it seemed 8.3 if she would suffocate, and the groom so white that his ears looked like new blotting 'pads. That was the last straw. Five or six of us had been holding an indignation meeting a few seats back, and our delegate, who had whipped his seventh man in the prize-ring, now went forward and whispered in the 01d curmudgeon’s left ear : The delegate choked him off there took him to the last seat in the car jammed him down and warned him to jammed, and such looks of relief as over the faces of that bridal couple I I expect to see again on earth. THE TERRIBLE KNOUT. It is no secret that the knout has been used freely of late; but always in private. But on Friday this rule was fideparted from, and two girl students were knouted in a crowded police court in St. Petersburg for alleged connection with the attempted as sassination. The first girl was about eigh~~ teen years of age, fair and plump, and look- ed like a German. She was rudely stripped"- to the waist, when a policeman took hold of her hands and turning quickly round placed her on his back, with her feet some inches from the ground. Another policeman han- dled the knout, and soon pieces of the. girl’s flesh were flying about the court. She fainted after the third or fourth stroke but the punishment was continued till a dozen blows were administerul, when she was handed over to the guards to be taken. to prison. Her companion, who was a swarthy woman of live and twenty, was treited in the same manner. She remained conscious during the entire flogging, and every blow elicited a. fearful yell. It is ex- pected the younger woman will die from the effect of her punishment GIRL STUDENTS FLOGGED. ST. PETERSBURG, March QS.-â€"Arrests of persons suspected of being implicated in the recent plot to assassinate the Czar have been. made at Cronstadt and other garrisons. The police of Odessa arrested a gang of Nihilists and seized a quantity of explosives and tools used in the manufacture of bombs. Two girl students have been flogged to in- sensibility for connection with a Nihilist conspiracy. “Certainlyâ€"cmminly,31 said old mean- ness, as he got up. “ Excuse me, ma’amâ€" and you, bubâ€"and if you should have any trouble with the corpse in Buffalo, don’t fai1â€"” Discovery of n Nihilist Rendezvousâ€"The Czar War... (edâ€"Arrest or Russian Stu- dents. LONDON, March 28.â€"Reports from St. Petersburg indicate that a. reign of terror» ism has commenced. Arrests are being made by the hundreds, neither age or sex being spared where police suspicion rests. It: is sand thab torture is being applied to some of the prisoners to obtain a revelation of Nihilistic plans. “ Say, mister nvlan, you let alone or I’ll break your neck ! has been carried far enough 1” ’ nu: N l‘nwfinhu'lu nnuflwfiulw ARREST 0F RUSSIAN STUDENTS. Three more students, named Sevenofl‘; Yeneratoff, and Andrejevich, have been ar- rested in this city with bombs in their pos- session. A naval officer have also been ar- rested. Eighty-two arrests have been made in Clarkoif University. DISCOVERY OF BOMBS AND POIS El) BULLETS" You have seen people who seemed to ache all over to make some one unhappy? Just such an old curmudgeon was on the train the other day when it stopped at St. Thomas, and a bridal couple entered our 011‘. We all knew it was a brzdal couple, because there were friends down to see ’em. 0 f, and the bride and groom stood there and received the congratulations for four or five minun s. The bride lo' ked a, bit older than the groom, and the minute the old curmudâ€" geon noticed this he slid over and planked himself in the seat ahead of them, and after, a minute or two turned and said : “ 0h ! i thought there was,” he said in a dry, sarcastic way, and he pretended to read his paper for three 01 four minutes be- fore turning again with z “ \Vas reading of a case the other day,” placidly continued the 01d wretch, “where a hotel-keeper had a. couple sent to prison for two years because they could not ShOW a marriage certificate.” “ Beg pardon, but; can you tell me who’s funeral that was back there ‘3” “ Why, there was 110 funeral 2” exclaim- ed the bride in answer. “Are you taking your son to the sea- shore, nm’am ‘1” “ No, sir. This is my husband l” “011, it is? I’d never have suspected it l” Then he went on for a quarter of an hour tellng about a farm he owned in Canada, and. ihen suddenlx-ipghired :A “Young man, I’d fike to have you and your aunt g0 and see the farm and make me an offer for it.” “ The case is in court yet, but I’ve lost my marriage certificate and can‘t prove she was my Wife and don’t expect to get any damages. I think I understood you to say, ma’am, that you had been married fourteen years ‘3 ’ “ Oh, no! no! sir l” “ Beg pardon, but perhaps it is only nine or ten. What I was going to say was that you oughn to sacredly preserve the certifi. cute. I suppose you have it with you '3” Bride :LnAd‘ groam looked at eacvh other in cansternation. The document hadn’t been thg‘u‘gm of in‘pheir hurry and‘happjness: it is reported that shells loaded with seven pounds of dynamite, and 200 stl'ych» nine poisoned bullets have been found in conspirators’ lodgings. A NIHILIST HENDEZVOUS DISCOVERED. The police this week have found a fresh Nihilist rendezvous, whore infernal machines were manufactured and a. printing press was run. Fifty arrests wore made. The bridal couple turned white and red and let go of hands for a moment, while the old curmudgeon changed the subject and. began to talk about Niagara, Falls. “ Ever there ‘3” he asked. Both shook their heads. “I’d advise you to stop off if you have time. It's a grand sight. I suppose, though you want to arrive at Buffalo at the same time with the body. What did he die of, Mu’am '3” “ 0h, beg pardon, I somehow got it into my head that you had been to a funeral, or were going to qne, _or some such thing 1” V Hevtheii relatéd the particulars of a smash‘up on the road in which he had an arm broken and his wife was killed, and added : “Iâ€"I don’t understand you 1” she stam- mqefi in a painpr way. RUSSIAN REVENGE. A Jammed Man. relief as stolé couple I never, that couple This thing and and stqy