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Herbern Chauncey's adventure with the fair ones had been at one time the talk of the metrnpolls. He was a wild, hamm- bcarum fellow, not: over careful of his rep- utation. There had been a sort: of half engagement, between him and Lady Evelyue Winter. but, the young lady's parents wv/re told of the young man's follies, and closed their doors against him. He \v as constantly falling in love with every pretty face, and it. was no wonder, therefore, when he came across Miss Lucy. in all her naLurai and youthful charmmhat hls heartwem ant-angle out to her and left him a signing, love-lum swain. Herbert, in the vigor of his youthful im- pulse. had saddled his horse and fitted it (or the jouney ere that; letter had been two hours in his pocket. The journey of two hundred miles, between she Platte and the Sanger de Christa Range, lay across barren plains, where, in many parts, 'botb horse and rider wanted for ordinary necesn siiies. But, Herbert; Chauncey was not easily dimmed, and when he dashed across Blncknose Corner that, quernoon,his spirits were as buoyant as though he had just, completed a Len-milejouruey. “Theer’a enough of it,Mr.Herbert,“ Dick Ashland said, accentuating each word by a. tap on his companion's knee, “to pave the screen at. the Green. Theer‘s tone on in most likely, and no great job to get, at it neither. The only Wonder is that it. hasn’t. been spotted aiore this.” “But. with all this untold wealth around as." Herbert; interrupted, “why haven’t you let- me known before ?" “i wanted to make sure on it. Iwanted to know exactly when I was about.“ , “Well the best thing we can do now, I nuppose.” said Chauncey, is to send to Herbert was a youngerâ€"the youngest son, infect, of the Earl of Cleve, and his lordship had been blessed by his lady with nine children, which included six then grown-up and marriageable, hut unmarried, daughters. His lcrdship was not a hard- hearted father, but six marriageable and unmarried daughters, each of them engaged in frantic efforts to enter the holy state of matrimony, and each of them failing reâ€" peatedly and decisively, are apt to sour the tempers among elderly gentlemen, and the result-wars that Lord Cleve looked with a less lenient eye than he might otherwise have done. upon the escapades of his younger son. Herbert had the misfortune. of resembling, in a marked degree, his mother, who had been. supremely beautiful- while his two elder brothers, and all the young ladies, were juvenile reproductions of the face and features of my lord, who was ferociously ugly. A day of reckoning tame, and Herbert Chauncey, badgered by creditors, whom he could not pay, denied assistance by his father and by his brothers, followed on the wake of Dick Ashland. and packed up ~his traps to roam and row abroad, and to lead a wild and hardy life on the VVesiern plains, where his genial bonhomie, his manly and distinguished bearing. won him many friends. While engaged in hunting the buffalo on ahe Platte River. where a! Lhab time they were mil to be found in huge herds, a let- ter of Dwk Aahland’s reached him,begging him (.0 come to the mountain hub. “l have something L0 tell you Mister Herbert,” Dick wroteI “That W111 be worth while coming to hear. I want your arm and your hand both.” The two men were speaking in under- tones, taking short- pufia of their pipes in the mean“ hile. He was a burly, broad-shouldered, broad- ehgsbed. British bulldog, was Dick Ash- land, who, even in the Rockies, affected the dren, and, as fax; as he could. the habits of the English farmer. His jovial, round and florid face, always smoothly «haven, but for a pair of small, fair side whiskers. baamed with honest good-nature, and, as on that evening, he sat. with Herbert Chauncey. outside his primitive but, two finer specimens of the English farmer and the English gentleman could hardly have been found. forming of his own, and was uniformly unlucky. Rent. acorued, and for its pay- ments, goods, chattels, implements and stock were seized and sold, until Dich Ash- land, sick at hesrt and despairing ofauccess ut home,Went to seek fortune in a freer and less iron-hearted country. Fortune did not smile very broadly on Ashlsnd. even when 'l;e reached the vast prairies. He Worked hard, but. your after your passed on, and he woe not. much the richer. He Was hard witbed oud shrewd withnl, and. in days gone by. he had dabbled a little in coal and ironstone mining. WhenI therefore. he 'built a. hut, for up the mountain, and lived there year in year out in sLubborn loneliness, George Moclane, like others beside him, come to the conclusion that Dick Ash- lond was like themselves, hunting for that fabulous gold with which, according to rumor. the region teemed, but which no one yet had been able to find. If there was ever a. man who represented 1n a. worthy and stalwart fashion the bone. the smew, the pluck, the perseverimce and the indomiwble courage of the hardy Enq- lish yeomun, driven from a. Sbstfordshne home by hard times, and mharder landlord, that man was Dick Ashland. His father, and his grandfather before him,had farmed some meagre lands at Chauncey Green, in South Statfordshire, and when the old man died an elder brother claimed posaession of the farm. There was an aged mother to support. and Dick Ashand shared that duty with his brother, though he did not share the latter’s inheritance. Dick tried a. little AS FORTUNE SMILES. CHAPTER II TALE OF THE OLD AND NEW WORLD. I He had been; an inveterate theatre-goat in his days of London frolicry, and could not help, being an imaginabive man, trans- porting ou to the stage of the Princess or Drury Lane the picture that unrolled itself I before his eyes. “Begad,” he said to himself, “this beats your pantomimes and sensational dramas hollow. And to Lhink that there's goldâ€" bushels of it, tons of itâ€"lying somewhere about“ And I'm to have my share of it. Who says there’s no such thing as luck in ch13 world. Gold !" he repeaLed to himself. “Gold ! gold 2 tons of gold 1” He shook himself together on a sudden, and commenced to pace up and down. “ That was a pretty girl," he murmured to himself: “a. downright jolly girl. And looked to me. too, as though she were a good girl. The sort of a girl that would stick to a man through thick and thin and help him to fight it out, though the devil and his chances were against him. Dick doesn’t like her father, but he didn’t say a word against the girl. He'd have mention- ed it if there had been anything against her. No. no. She’s a little brick, I’m sure. And if I’d dress her in a nice gown and polish her a bit. she'd drive the girls at the Towers mad with envy. A long way between here and Staffordshire,but if there isn’t. a slip betwixt the cup and the lip I’ll take her there, or my name isn't Herbert Chauncey." The young Englishman looked about him in that lovely wilderness, tinged as it was in all the sheen of that midsummer eve. The luxuriant thin mountain gross reached to his knee, here and there a brilliant Wild flower lookel like a bright spot on the sober green, and further on feathery ferns rose in all their drooping grace. All round the but the wild geranium, the box elder. the apikenord, and the bear-berry throve in wild confusion; while hop plants, wild vines and flowering creepers stretched out verdant tendrila Lo enlace tree and shrub. The rocks were covered with soft mosses and hanging grasses and ferns, while a. plantation of great cedars and mightier pines stretched as far as the eye could reach to the west, there to be overtopped by the great crogs and mountain fastnesses in all their evening glory of purple and gold. With that, He rose and aaunteted Culre- lesaly to the door of the small, rude log but which for-mid his habitation. He stolidly walked to the further and of it, and there disappeared. He stdod tapping the ground with his right foot, puffing away a: his pipe, while * “Not. a bit of it,” Dick replied. “ Theer’a no game there this time o' the day. You sit. here and I'll get round to the back of the cabin and from there I'll quietly climb on to the rock, and if bheer’s anything alive among them cedars I’ll spot it. Keep your weather eye skinned while I’m away.” “1-H , “No difficulty,” Ashlend replied, "I! We only keep our heads clear and our nerves stiff. Bur. cheer are over half a dozen sta- tions bebWeen here and Fort Bent, and if. at any of these, go much as a breath got, abroad of when we were about, neither I nor you would live to see the end of in. ” He again turned and looked ’round cau- tiously . “I thought I heard something move among phem cedars, ” he said. "Don’t take any notice of it. You may have been followed. 1’“ go by-and-by and look from another place. Did you tell anybtdy at Hmcher's you were coming here?" “ No," Lhe young man replied. “I had no need of than; your description of the road was plain enough; but. I remember now. I did ask a girl, about. two miles down, how far it was no your place. ” “ That was foolish," said Ashland. “That girl was Lucy Maelsne. Freckled George‘s dAughter, and he’s the man of all others that I’m most afraid of. He’s always dogging and dodging me about, but I’ve put him off the scent so far. He’s been on the same game as myself these months past, and he’s as great a rascal as is to be found on the plains. That killing of Dick Mc- guu-e was never properly explained. George insists that it was done in {air fight, but Ifor one don‘t believe it. I’m sure theer’s some one dodging about them cedars,” Ashland continued. “ Perhaps it's some beast." Herbert sug- gest_e_d. "‘ Our Only chance is to get Government. protection, and they wouldn’t, give us that without an order from Fort Benn. I’m not much afraid of anybody else finding the plaice. It’s taken mejustseventeeu months, and then I only stumbled across it. by a. flute. All the same I don’t‘intend to leave it wimhout. one of us keeping an eye on it. Wham we’ll have'to do is to pick But enough to show that the stuff is theer all right, and then you or 1 will have to ride toForL Bent and get Captain McAIierby to send a squad of soldiers here. All these cut-throats will fight shy of Uncle Sam's uniform, though We shall have no little trouble even then l" Asmana loéked warily about, the place as if. even in Lhatlonely w11demeas, he was afraid pf bejng oven-hegng by a: pgying gar. “ What doll mean?” he'askEd. with in- tense earnestness. “ I mean that if as much as a whisper got abroad that I’d made this findâ€"that if a human finger could point out the spot where it lies, our lives wouldn't be Worth four‘and-twenty hours' purchase. We’d have all the scoundrels of the plains down upon us, and they’d think no more of blowing out. our brains from behind, and then killing one another to get hold of the booty, than of eating their dinners.” Herbert stretched his legs widely. “ 'l'bat’s warm," he said quietly. “ You’d find it warmer than you cared for Mr. Herbert,” Dick continued ; and if we want to save our skins and my gold as Well. we've just got to put our heads to- gether, that We have. It’s easy that does it this time, and we’ve got to work slow and sure. Theer's enough theer to set up a dozen on us for life, and we mustn’t loose our heads in getting it.” "Where's the difficulty in all this Herbert asked, Hatchel’s and get some hands to help us.’ The yeoman gave a low whistle. “No, thank you,” he exclaimed. “Not if I know it. 1 don’t, wan’c my throaq cumnoc just yet. My find wouldn’t be no good to me if I were rotting an the bottom of one of threwcanygns. " “ What. dovyou Eropose to do '2" Ghana cey a-sked. A “ VVhaL'do you mean ‘2" the young man asked, eaggrly. Once or twice they halted and litened with auspicious ears for the sound of pur- suing footsteps, but although they both had from time to time imagined that unwarranted noises had reached their ears, on consultation they agreed that they were mistaken. Once Dick imagined that; he saw a shapeless figure,he could not; tell whecher man or beast, crawling about the rocks and the underbrush some 200 yards away from them. and he had already lifted his rifle to aim at it. He iowered his weapon,however. saying, “No I won't make a fool of myself,” and, unci rking his canteen, invited his friend to imimce his example. “The mad was rough, and, less than 600 yards from the hut, they deserted the nar- row psth altogether. and struck across broken ground, where the giant pines rose like hundreds of huge means from the turf and moss-covered earth, With their crowns stretching out like myriads of jagged yard- arms, from which an many tempest-torn, ragged bits of sails were drooping. Between the forest monsters the underbrushâ€"brisr. bramble, wild current, and wild vineâ€"in- termingled in snaring confusion, and made progress difficult and now and then pain- ful. They were climbing up hill fast then. The vegeuacion was becoming scarcer and more stunted, the rocks bigger and more smoothed-faced. The moon stood at its brightest, and where its silvery light did not. penetrate, the shadow was black 33 ink. The words were upon Herbert’s lips by which to apprise Ashland of his suspicion that somebody or something was alive at the top of that rook at the back, but he was interrupted by Dick's cheery, “We can light. our pipes now, Mr. Herbert, and do the thing leisurely.” He imitated his friend’s example by filling his big wild cherry-root bowl and the moment afterward the two set out mountainwurd, much after the manner of a couple of poachers who are going out for emidnight raid in a neighâ€" borhood where the keepers Are known to be aged and unwary. “ You mustn’t mind this, Mr. Herbert,” Dick exclaimed, “I’ll save a good mile and a. half this way." ' The young man laughed. “I've been through many a» thorn-bush before ta-dny, Dick," he said. “and a little trifle like this does not upset me much." “Theer ainb nobody within miles of us,” said the yeoman quietly. “Everybhing’s as quijt as mige. Let’s go. “We’re not very far 110% and a pull or two won't do us any harm.” Even as he spoke' the shapelens something which he thought he had noticed appeared Herbeit stood there, quietly resting his arms upon his rifle, and eagerly scanning the uneven top line of the rock that stood black as a coal against the hazy, transpar- ent. dark blue green of the distant moon bathed mountains. As he strained his eyes, he thought that some of the uneven- nest; of that rock line was not stationery. He sank down upon his knees so as to be totally hidden in the dense shadow, and carefully examined the top of the rock. No he must have been mistaken. He quickened his hearing, and listened with hushed heart-beet for any sound that might reach him from the high level. No, there was nothing; he felt sure of that. He rose, rather annoyed, if anything, at having allowed himself to be thus deceived. But even as he looked again, he fancied thet the phenomenon of the moving rock was repeated, only to cull himself nfool fox-“thinking so the moment afterward. He cocked his rifle, nevertheless, and re- mained kneeling there for a. minute or two with his eyes glued upon therock above. It. was only when Aehland’e muffled foobfnll fell on his ear as the pioneer returned, that he rose and went to meet his friend. With that he cocked his rifle to the full and strode, with body bent forward and head down, toward the cedars below. His wary figure could be seen moving stealthily across the moonlit open, and then vanished in the black night beyond. The crashing of broken branches, as he now and then unguardedly stepped upon them, marked his progress to Herbert’s accustomed ear, but beyond that all was silenceâ€"-thst wavy, breezy, musicsl silence of ~a. beautiful summer night in a mountain wilderness when the things of the air and the creatures of earth are quiet in sleep, and when only the 53ft wind makes melody as it plays upon each leaflet. Ashland and Chauncey were still puffing away at, their pipes, talking of old times at home, of those cheery times in the old country when they both would have thought: one half the hardships they now endured a Lribulation. Yet they both fer happier in being thus freed from the tram- mela of nineteenth century civilization, its shame, and its hypocricies. The pale hazy light of the young mcon had swathed the mounmins, and the hut Was lost in the black shade of the giant rock that sheltered it. Among the cedars beyond, the night seemed so dense as to become nearly palpable. while just one or twn iurtive glenms shot through the pitchy gloom where the more open space permitted the light to penetrate. And here they‘were upon the brink of untold treasures. They were both to be richâ€"rich enough to satisfy every cravxng of the body. It would have been unnatural if, under these circumstances, they had not felt that tremor of excitement which the most cool-headed and least sanguine of men cannot sometimes avoid. The young- er man especially was eager to feast his eyes upon the spot where the treasure loy. “ I’ll tell you what we’ll do, lVr. Herbert,” Ashlnnd said, at last, when they had looked the rough cabin door. and with rifles slung across their shoulders, and belts garnished with knife and pistol, were preparing themselves for their moun- tainjonrney. “ I’ll have a look along the trail down hill, first. of all. I shouldn't be at All surprised to find Freckled George and that lanky Dave crawling around theer somewheer. You abide here awhile, and keep your weather eye to the top of that rock at the back theer. If you see any- thing moving theer, man or beast, blaze away at it, and mind you hit it, too. Theer ain't nobody nor nothin' that’s got any business theer this time 0’ night, nor that’s theer for any good to either oi us.” “I was mistook,” said the yeomau, “Lheer’a nobody cheer. It must. have been some beast after 3.1]. But. I think we’d better wait, untilib’s quite night for all that,before we climb dOWn and have a look at my find." he kept his hands in the pockets of his buck- skin trousers, and, With a. vacant gaze, searched the ground in front of him. A broad hafld tapped him on the shoulder. It was Dick. the absence of these flitting little com- panions, when one has become accustomed to them, produces the effect of intense stillnessâ€"n feeling of silence. A creepy, indefineble sensation of dread took hold of me, but it turned to one of dowuright terror when Iturned sud beheld within ten feet of me the bulk of an immense shark. The creature had not perceived me, and lay almost motionless. half-hidden among a mess of cobweb corallines. Through the medium of the face-glue it looked about twenty-five feet long, the upper part of the body of a dirty,dsrk-green color, shad. ing away to a light yellow as it neared the belly ; the dorsal fin black and rigid, the side fins slightly trembling. My first thought was to pull up, but as fish have human nature enough in them to want a thing as soon as they see it is being taken away from them, I rejected the idea, and, in fear that my hero bends might attract the man-eating propensity that sharks are supposed to have. I tucked them carefully under my breast-weight. A sweep of its tail, and the great fish and I were face to face. Holding my breath, I stood perfectly still, my heart beating wildly. and my eyes riveted on its wicked eyes and cavernous mouth. I felt that- the shark was inspecting me with some curiosity, and after a few moments I became aware that, by an Blmostimpercep- bible motion of its flexible tail, it was gradually approaching me. The road lay straight up hill now, along a jagged mountain face where they had to climb now and then like cats. In five min- utes or more they had reanhed the uummit. and thereatood upon a smooth and sparsely wooded table-land, about half a mile in 1ength,and some four or five hundred yards broad. They walked across it with rifle-a trailed, and came to the edge of the gulch not more than five-and«twenty or thirty feet deep through which a mountain torrent was rushing in melodious turmoil. Herbert Chauncey felt a sharp sting be~ i low his shoulder,nnd the rifle dropped from his nseleass right. Arm. He looked round in vague amazement, and noticed that, the blood trickled over his buckskin hunting shirt. A suffocating feintneas came over him, and he sank down on the ground. The noise of footsteps attracted his atten- tion,and as he looked up he saw at the top, where he and Dick had descended, two men, rifle in hand, who were peering down, shading their eyes with their hands 82811150 the moonlight, and evidently preparing to descend. APeal-l Diver Had an Fxclung Exper- lance. The life of the peaxl diver in Australian waters is the most exciting of all. I shall never forget the dreadful feeling that came over me when, for the first time, I found myself in close quarters with a. shark. I felt, instinctively, a strange presence be- fore I saw anything, though I might have walked by unconsciously had not my at- tention been drawn to the fact that the mall fish, which are usuallv found in great numbers among the corals, had entirely disappeared. ' Nearer and. nearer came the leviathan. the shovel shaped nose pointing direczly to my face-g1: ss, the gleaming under part now plainly visible. Flesh and blood could stand it no longer, nnd,with a yell, I threw up my arms. Instantly there was a swirl of water. a cloud of mud and my enemy vanished. After a. moment’s pause they made their way down. At the bottom among the young pines, the moonlight, dripped in sil- very flakes and blotches into a mass and fern strewn rocky gronnd. The fretting waters had in wmter time overrun Lne whole bed of the gulch. and smooth flints, varying from the size of a man’s fist to the smallest of pebbles, gleamed and glitcer‘ed in the pale sheen. Dick took up one un- evenly rounded fragment, and advanced with it to the water’s edge, where thelight fell clear and bright on his face. “Look at, this,” he aaid,pointing to a yel- lownsh shining spot, on the dull, creamy stone, “that’s gold, I might, ’5' taken bush- els from here if I hadn’t; been afraid o' somebody prying about my place and find- ing it while I was sway. You see. while 1 was alone,l had nobody to take care of the place. and those fellows are mean enough for anything." Japan’s Proposed Eiffel Tower. Japan is to have its own Eiffel Tower. The Eastern World published in Yokohama, announces that a number of Japanese pat- riots in Tokio have conceived the idea of so commemorating their victories. The tower will be a. thousand feet high, and the loWest story is to contain an exhibition ofnntional industries, while the highest will be e. Walhalls devoted to the statues of Japan- ese patriota who have died for their coun try. The cost is to be $350,000. and European contractors are invited to send estimates. to him again, and without sayings. word he lifted hm rifle and fired. The sharp crack rang through the midnight: air and reechoed among the crags and in the mill- ness which succeeded the report, the two men stood breathless waning the result. But, the black thing disappearedâ€"vanished again an if by magic. Not. a sound, not a sign, ruffled the hush of the night. “If Lheer‘s anybody following us, said Dick “he’ll know that we don’t mean to stand any nonsense. and what he'll have to exgect if we catch him.” “There’u where it lies, thick as peas," he said. "Any amount of it. I’d never dreamt 0’ coming here, onlyI shot. a. buck, and that was the p ace 1 had to get. him from. Now you know if, as well an Ido.” The only thing to do, Herbert Phelps Witmar: close all openings in the h possible 3nd be pulled up. Dickstofi-ped and pointed with outstretch- edrfgye-fiqgerrto the bottom. _ Crack ! Crock ! Two shots rang through the air in quick succession, and Dick Ash- land, with an unearthly cry, jumped full three feet in the air, and dropping rifle and flint from his outstretched hands, fell face foremost with his hands toward the stream. He turned“ the glibwrinz aurlferous stone in his hand over and over again. Both his figure and Herbert Chauncey'a were stand- ing out, dsrk and sharp, against; the hazy, moonlit. further side of the ravine. ADVENTURE WITH A SHARK. (To BE CONTINUED.) to do. says Lieutenanb Witmarah, R. N., is to E!) ghe head as tightly as A Mathematiclan Tries to Clear up a I’Mmcully- It goes without saying that a man has two parents,four grandparentsfiight great- grandparents, and so on, so that if 'we go back, say 10 generations, doubling at each step, we have 2.048 ancestors. This sort of argument has been used by superficial ‘ genealogists to show that at the time of ‘ William the Conqueror each of us had more ‘ancestors than the total population of England, hence we must each be descended from every Englishman of that day,includ- Ling_the immortal William himself. Besides this the lines from a. given pair of ancestors tend to become extinct sooner or later, so, as ancestry is traced back, the probability is that all the persons living in a given community will be found to be descended, not from all, but from a very fewâ€" perhaps only one or .twoâ€"of the in- habitants of the community as they Were centuries ago. So instead of having all Englishmen for the year 1000 for our an~ cestors, the probability is that we are descended from comparatively few of them â€"the number may be technically many thousands, but one individual does duty tor several scores, or even several hundreds of these, the lines of sneestry converging upon him from many difi'erent directions. This is what Prof. Brooks calls the “ con- vergence of ancestry.” On Tuesday morning at 9:10 o'clock one of the most sensational bank robberies in the history of Iowa occurred at Adel, Dallas county, tWenty-five miles from Des Moines. A few minutes after the bank opened two strangers. now known to be Orlando P. Wilkins and Charles W. Crawford, drove into town, hitched their team in front of the bank, and entered. The only occupant of the bank was Cashier S. M. Leach. One of the men carried a sack and said he want- ed to deposit some silver. The cashier csme to the railing. when one of the robbers slipped a. rifle from under his coat and point- ed it in his face. The other men kicked in the inside. door and went around for the money. About 3250 was put In a sack, when Merchant C. D. Bailey happened in. The robber who we.- on guard quickly turned and fired at Bailey, shooting him in the neck. and again in the jaw after he had fallen. He then turned and shot Cashier Leach, who, although shot, struggled to the vault and closed it, after throwmg in a. bag of gold. ‘ Sherifl' Payne heard the shots. and. basis- ening to the >ecene, opened fire with a revolver. The men ran to Lheir buggy and started out of town, followed by a posse of twenty men, formed nln out in an instant. They were close behind rhem.and continual- ly aenb Volley after volley after them, but, to no effect. Finally the fleeing buggy etrucx a log. which completely demolished the fore wheels andeenb the robbers sprawl- ing on the ground. Crawford seemed to be dazed for a momenL. VVilkina grabbed his rifle and made for a barn. Crawford crawl- ed under a brush heap. He was dragged out and made to take a can of kerosene and set. fire to the burn, the posse knowing Wilkins would n01, shoot his partner in crime. Wilkins held out until his whiskers were singed,and then came out and made a dash for liberty. Nineteen rifles rang out, and he fell to the ground a dead man. Crawford was taken to jail and talk of lynching followed, but as the wounded men are not. expected to die the feeling quickly subsided. Wilkins was from Patterson, Madison county, and has just. finished a. term in the Minnesota. penitentiary for robbing a. Jew. Crawiord in train Iowa. also, and is only a boy of 19 years. The crime seems to have been instigated by Wilkins_. The absurdity of this sort of ressoning has been pointed out by Prof. Brooks. His immediate object is to establish a. point in the theory of evolution, but he confutes all silly genealogists at the same time. \Vhile it is true that we have four grand- parents, they need not be four separate and distinct persons. First cousins have no more than three separate giaudpsrents; if they are doubly cousins they have but two. So in the tenth generation one’s 2,048 ancestors are never 2,048 separate persons. They abound in "duplicate," so to speak, as every one knows who has tried to trsce his descent, not in one line, but in all possible lines. These duplicates abound especially. in small communities, whose inhabitants have intermerried for years. lls Abolition Rotors lo the Ilse of tho Plel. and Not the Knnl. The St. Petersburg despatch to the eflect that an imperial edict had been issued during the past week abolishing the flogging of criminals apparently refers to the use of the plot or pleti, and not to the knont, as was first supposed. Punishment with the knont, or more correctly the knut, was abolished by Emperor Nicholas I. more than forty years sgo. The lash of the knout was composed of broad leather thongs, prepared to s metallic hardness, and often intertwined with wire. A sentence of from 100 to 120 blows was considered equivalent to death. When the knout was done away with, the plet, a. simple lash. was substi- tuted for it. This Wes considered a much milder form of punishment, but the prison otficisls found ways of increasing its efli- ‘cncy. and dcfith might be caused by s hun- «lred blows of the plot. The abolition of flogging, if the report proves to be correct, l3 therefore a distinct gain for the Russian peasant and for humanity. While 03 the Bank and during their retreat the robbers fired repeatedly at the citizens Who were after them. Rlnzlng Away at a Bank Cashier In a Llllle Town In Imll: lâ€"\"Ill‘ll [lu- [hulk Gm Too Hot nr I Ills l'lpd. (111mer Followe" lny Solua- (‘Illm-ns. THEY TRY To LOOT A BANK gm SHOOT 51x CITIZENS. TWO DESPERATE RUBBERS. PUZZLE IN ANCESTRY FLO GGING IN RUSSIA.