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' ”‘WWT’W\“ n / . LORD KILLEEN’S REVENGE There was'solace, nay, there was joy in the very look of that bag. It was composed of a lightâ€"brown paper, and had “Moriarty, Confectioner," printed on it in big, bold letters. It was plain that Moriarty was not ashamed of hen- self, and indeed, there was no reason why she should be. She was the cake and lollipop lady of the village, and well deserved the renown that was hers. She was dear to the hearts of the youth of the parish, who, at any time, would have been ready to raise (pocketâ€"mon- ey permitting) a statue, more imposing ’ CHAPTER XIX (Continued..) even than Mir. Peabody’s, in her hon~ or. Norah opened her eyes wide, and col- ored warmly. "Now, I think we have the old lady," said Barry, gayly. "They are piping hot, I can tell you, just out of 'the oven; I waited for them, or I’d have been here sooner. I have my doubts about that troublesome old tart. there," with terrible irony. "being quite as good as these!” ', He placed the bag upon the child’s lap, and opened the mouth of it. A fragrant steam ascended. Norah, but a baby in years as yet, was not proof against it. The sorrow died from her eyes, her lips parted in an expectant smile. . , "It's jam puffs!” she said, in a. de- lightful whisper. "That's what Miss Moriarty said. But h'ow can we be sure of her truth until we put a tooth into one of them? See now, d'ye think you'll be able to get. minutesâ€"fifty now, by Jove!” "Oh, not" said Norah, with a laugh; it was a' bag, as I have said. of a good» ly size. "Two," shyly, "I should like. Andâ€"and there are the boysâ€"they are always starving when they come home from their lessons; and there is Connie!” "Connie! Does she like tarts?” “Loves them!" said Norah, with emL phasis. “Good heavens! why didn't you tell me that before?” He seemed stricken with self-remorse. That she should love such simple things, and yet be Without them! It almost amounted to a crim‘e. He recovered himself in a moment, , however, quisitive, if puzzled glance. he said. “Pouf! what folly!" "Three, then,” modestly. "Make it the decent half dozen when you are about it,". advised Mr. Barry, genially, seating himself on the edge of the table, "and I’ll keep the rest here until you are ready to cry for the seventh." Norah. nothing loath, fell upon. a dainty tartlet, and soon reduced it to a crumb or two. ‘Whereupon .Barry who had also been regaling himself, solemnly handed her a second. This, too, went the way of all flesh; then a third. a fourth, a little, very" light conversation accompanying their de- molition. It was a silent feast, but, on the whole, perhaps one of the pleasantest half hours the child had ever spent. Miss MacGillicuddy's welcome absence; Barry's presence; the feeling that he was her friend, that he had taken her part; the happy thought that finally she would have the remaining Lartlets (there were a couple of dozen of them; to give to the boys and her Con, al made her heart light. "I say. old girl, "you needn't hurry. There is lots of time yet,” said Barry, as he handed over the fifth tart. "Suppose," said Norah, a rush of the old terror seizing on her, "suppose she ' seeing Norah’s in- “Two!” should come back now. To catch you here with the cakesâ€"giving them to me... , "Well, let her,” said he, valiantly. "D’ye think I’m afraid of her? She's a reg‘lar old sweep, that I allow, but I’m as good as her any day." . \Vhether it quite came home to him that he was calling himself “a reg‘lar old sweep" too, Norah had no means of judging. But she could not refrain from a mild little cackle. ] "Ahl you laugh at me," said Barry, shakin his fist at her, "but you shall see. on will live to see me floor that Tartar yet!" He grew.excited in his argument. He placed his palms on the table on which he had perched him» self, and. jerked himself up and down. "What!" cried he, "you saucy puss, d‘ye imagine I should shrink before her? D'ye think such as she could conquer me? Have I not as good a courage as another? Lives there the one who has witneSSed my overthrowâ€"" Even as he spoke he 10st his balance, and fell off the table on to the floor, made a wild but ineffectual grab at a chair that meanly eluded him, barked his shins against a crazy ottoman, and finally came to anchor upon the sofa and the bag with such an overwhelming crash as reduced the down and three remaining tarts to one." “By, jingo! I went that at a rat)- tling pace," groaned he, when he had put his joints together again, and had eisure to rub an elbow that was con, siderably the worse for wear; then he looked‘at Norah. But that ungrateful person was incapable of administering consolation by reason of her mirth. She had broken, indeed, into uproarious laughter, that Providence alone preâ€" vented from reaching the village schooL- house below, where her aunt was preâ€" sumably addressing the Blue Ribbonâ€" until Barry, catching the infection, ites. She laughed and laughed again, joined in with her. and they both roared in concert, until you would think this merriment of theirs might wake the dead, could such a terrible' thing be. Both he, indeed, and she were speechless with mirth, when the door slowly opened to admit Miss Mac. Gillicuddy. l So far as Norah was concerned thel effect was magical. The child froze; the smile died on her lips; her eyes start- ed from her head. But to Mr. Barry the entrance of the tyrant at this supreme moment seemed but the cor- rect finale to the joke. He roared on with even greater enjoyment than be- fore, merrily, unrestramedly, whilst through the bag in the specified a Miss MacGillicuddy stood still in lhe middle of the room and glared at him; “\Vhat is the meaning of all this? she said. “Is it thus you keep this wicked girl in order? \Vhat. have you been doing? \Vhy are my chairs up'â€" set?" She waited for an answer, but none came. Norah could not and. Barry would not give her an explanation. "Speak, sir,” cried the spinster. [her voice rising shrill with indignation. "\Vha’t have you been doing? I insist upon an immediate answer." “Leapâ€"frog, ma’am," returned Barry, the irrepressible, still laughing as if his heart would break. Then he lurnl- ed to Norah. lifting her off her high chair and pushed her toward the. door. “Run,” he said, kindly. “Your term 1S up. I give. you your ticketâ€"ofuleave â€"cut!" Norah took the hint, caught. up the crushed bag (even then she did not forget the little. brothers). and dart- ed like a swallow from lhe room. Miss lVL'it-Gillicuddy stood firm, and looked at Barry. “That was an used," she said. Let me repeal Cull” excellent word you “I thank you for it. it for your benefit â€" CHAPTER XX. He got out of the house, still laugh» ing, and look his homeward waY- H“ had come there in a highly sentimental mood, with his heart ull of Constan» tia. and with a desire to gain fram her some word of ho ., But he had forgo“- ten all about itpiiy this time, and was now in the wildest spiritsâ€"so mercurlb al was his temperament. He took the path thal led lo the high-way, and SO missed Constantia, who was on the low‘» er pathway that led to the woods 0f Grange. She often wandered there, not in hope of seeing its masterâ€"as Feath- erston, though her place and his ad- jomed, never knew of her solitary walks lhereâ€"but because the poverty of the shrubberies that surrounded the Col» tage oppi‘eSserl her, forbidding thought, and a great longing for the dreamy s11» c-nse o the dense woods drew her to them. Only a. little brawling, angry brook, now flushed and noisier than us- ual, because of last night’s rain, dividi- ed her from these wished for retreats; but as she came close in the brink. 811? found the steppingâ€"stones had disap- pearedâ€"buried ieneath the savage little floodlhat came tumbling down from the hills above her. The old landmarks Were covered or swept away, and how was she to find her way into the belov,L ed woods? As she stood, puzzled and perplr-XNI. and grievously disappointed, she saw Stronge coming toward her, on the opr posite side of the broad stream, walk!- ing quickly through the green para- dise {is though dead to its budding beauties. He rather sunk in her estimation, as this lack of appreciation of all that she held sweetest became apparent to her- How could he hurry through the. lovely Woods without a glance right or left. at all their gorgeous coloring? \Vas he so material that he could think of nollih mg save things mundane? She wronged him overmucli, howâ€" ever. 'He. was hurrying to see her. He lost his hold on the beauties of nalure round him, . beca'use. before his eyes there was pictured a vision of her that blotted out all the rest. Somehow, When she found how his face lighted up when he saw her, she, being a woman, forgave all his sins. :‘Oh, now am I to get across?" she cried; and then blushing, as she rev inembered he was probably coming to The Cottage, and that therefore she had no right 1’0 dream of a visit to the woods when her guest required her, she continued hastily, “you are come mg to see us? Come, then." I was commg to see you," said he, plainly. He. had heard of the Blue RilFâ€" lion lecture in the village, and knowing It. would be nothing without Bliss Mace Gillicuddy’s support, and that therev fore she would surely be absent from The Cothage. had elected to pay one of his cherished visits to Constantia on this day. "But why waste the min» utes iii-doors?" he went on, divining her des1re to enter the woods behind him. ‘May I not pay my visit to you here as well as there?" he indicated The Cottage by a. glance. "You may, indeed,” said Constantia, laughing, "But are we to talk com» monplaces at the top of our lungs across this terrible little stream? I confess I do not see how I am to get to you, or you to me." Stronge looked up and down the stream. .It might be waded, of courSe. but he did not dare suggest to her that it would be possible for him to carry her across; and narrow though ‘the stream was, he could see no means of landing her on the other side, without getting her feet wet. Just as his puzzlement grew into despair, he saw a large stone, a considerable distance further down, that he thought would serve. "VValkflowh your bank a little way. and I think I shall be able to help you across,” he said, and Constantia, catching a glimpse. of the stone with her bright eyes, hurried toward it. Reaching it, Stronge made aspring and alighted on it. It was hardly in midâ€"stream, being considerably near- er to Constantia‘s bank than to his. He stretched out his hand to her. "Now, be careful. Take time. Trust to_me. And when I say ‘Now,’ jump," said he. Constantia grasped his hand. She took timeâ€"she was carefulâ€"in fact, she followed all his directions; and when he said “now,” she jumped. It seemed quite an easy thing to her to do, but when her feet touched the stone, she found it damp and slippery, and'she‘ would probably have fallen into the water had not Strange caught her in his arms. A moment steadied her, and then they both laughed a little, and Constantia blushed warmly, and a little quick, shy light came into her eyes that made his pulses throb. But the danger was not over yet. Stronge was glad of thisâ€"absurdly glad â€"but she was not. There was no rei- pugnance to him in her heart, howâ€" ever,there was onlyavery natural fear and dislike of getting immersed in wat- er With all one's clothes on. She clung tightly to Stronge's arm, and from their desolate island looked across at the promised land before them. “I'll never do it," she said. “It is twice as long as the last” jump and only i very simply, and Without any demon“ for you I should now be as a mermaid." "If you will only shut your eyes, and spring when I tell you, all will be right," said he. "You have great taith in yourself," as drenched I gret. .Ill’vel‘ forget any said Constantia. laughing. “\Vell, if it must be, it must. \Ve certainly can't stand here all day." She didn't shut her eyes, however. Stronge passed his arm firmly around her waist. "When I say three," said he, "spring. Now, are you ready? One. two, three!" In another moment she found herself on the opposite bank, high and dry, and triumphant. “What a strong man!" she thought to herself, and looked up at him with eyes full of admiration. “How well you did lhal!” she. said aloud. “I am more obliged to you than you know. I had set my heart upon a rambling excur- sion lowlay, and but for you I could not, have managed it." But. he required not thanks. He had held her in his arms, not once but. twice, and his whole soul was full of happi> Hess. Oh, if she could only love him! If he might dare speak! \Vould she listenâ€"now in this softened mood of. hers, wilh that sweet light in her eyes â€"a light for him, now, at least? "I am not a coward, you must, know,” she was saying in her gay, pretty voice: “but .1 conform there. “us a moment. when my spirit quailed. You must conâ€" fess, however, I was very obedient. I showed a. high appreciation of your character. You said, ‘Trust me,‘ and i did. lhough I believed in my inmost heart that a damp graVe yawned for me." To him, at all events, she was the. prettiest. crealure in the world, as she looked up at him with her fearless (Wes (alas! loo fearless for love lo dwell in them), and made. a pretty fun of him in her light-hearted way. All at once, he never knew how, he laid his heart bare to her,and threw Illmr- self upon her mercy. Yet even in this supreme moment, filled, too, of impulse. so calm; so controlled was the. man’s na‘lui‘e, that he spoke in a clear, un- impassioned, if very earnest tone. “You could trust me then,” he. said, a faint quiver in his voice alone, betray" ing lhe terrible, agitation he was feet- ing. “It was but a little thing, Con-â€" stantia, and yet you trusted. Could you lrust me for everâ€"for {all your life? I love you. There is no need to Sty that, I lhink; but yet it pleases me to say it aloud, I love you. \Vill you marry me?" It was the baldzest. thing imaginable. There was nolliing romantic about it â€"â€"no1,hing likely to catch a. young girl's sense of. the fitness of all such matters. He fell that, when he had finished; but he had said all that he could say just lhe-n, and waited, breathless but apiiai‘enlly calm, for her answer. How could she tell, so quiet he was, that the answer meant life or death to him, so fares lhe happiness of all lho years to come. was concerned. Lord Killecn's Revenge. She grew very pale, and a liltle trembling shook her. She had a very lender heart, and to givv pain to any one was to give great. pain lo herself. She raised her eyes to his with such an anguish of trouble and regret in them. that he was smitten by it. She tried to speak, but he, stopped her. \l'hy should he be the one to cause her suf- fering, even of this mild kind? . " I know," he said, quickly. suppress- ing his own woundsâ€"nay, 105mg Sight of them in his fear for hers. "I know all you would say. Do not. distress yourself. You could not like me well enough, then, you think i” " No. Not in that way." said she. Her pallor forsook her as speech came, and now she grew crimson, and heavy tears rose and shone in her large, distressâ€" ed eyes. “\Vell, never mind," said he, cheer- , \Vhat an assumption of cheerâ€" fulness it was! "I didn’t really think .Vou could, you know, only it has been on my mind for so long, and .Iâ€"1 thought I'd get it over, so that. I might never have to worry myself again With a pretence of believing that youâ€"that is. that itâ€"might have been otherwise." His heart sunk in his body, as he realized that now indeed that sweet. doubt could never be again; that all was over, done; that she would be naught. to him, ever any more. But he conquered himself as he saw her droopâ€" ing head, and sad face and went on hurriedly : “It really is not worth another thought 0f yonrs, You must put it alll out of your head at once, because for all the happiness the earth could give me I would not be the cause of even one tear in your eyes.” Her eyes were very full as he spoke, and the tears hurt him at the instant with a phy- sical pain. "Don't look like that," he went on nervously. “ And yet I know! it is kind of you. By and by, perhaps. I Shall like to remember that you shed a tear for me, but now it is terrible to me.” ' "I suppose,” said she in a low lone» her eyes on the ground, "it would do. you no good to tell you how I like you." " Yes, it would," he said eagerly, anxâ€" ious to comfort her. “Andâ€"~and you. mustn't think it is as bad with me as: with some peo le, because you see 11 never had muc hopeâ€"never any real-1 13'. I think. And besidesâ€"" He paused. He did not finish that sentence. "\Vell. that is all over, I suppose," he said. " But I am not sorry I spoke. There was no hope, ever. I knew I was not much in your sight, that you regarded me a plain man, asâ€"" ' l He paused, struck by a. lightning, glance she cast at himâ€"a horrified glance. She put up her hand deprecatâ€"l ingly, and her face flushed crimson. Her thoughts had flown backward to that unlucky day, when he had overheard, her as she descanted upon his 'utter,‘ lack of personal charms. In spite _of, the dejection that was fast making him‘ its prey, a smile crossed his face. . "I wasn't thinking. of that," he said â€""I can guess your thoughts, but it wasn’t plain in that sense I meantâ€"â€" only commonplace, ordinary uninter-I esting." Constantia was still very red. ‘1 “I shall never forget that day," she said. " It has come back to me so often since; and always it has caused me re- It was so rude, and besides unâ€" true.’ This she said very sincerely. She had grown to like him so well of late,‘ that he no longer seemed ugly. "No, l l l 1 shall never forget that day," she said.| see. how the Latin is a protection aniil Prescrip- . “ Why should you '3" said he gently. "I shall never forget it either.” She looked at him reproachfully. “ Is that kind, is that generous f" she mur-i mured. i "It has nothing to do with kindness or generosity. It is only that .I. shall day or hour with which you have had to do.” He spoke. I l strative emotion. yet she knew howf thoroughly he meant every word he said. “I shall be even less likely to forget after this interview; my mem-‘ ory will be all I shall have to live up- on.” j " You will not go away ?" said she quickly ; there was undeniable regret in her tone. His face flushed. “Not if you wish me to remainâ€"not if I can be. of any use to you." He re- garded her very earnestly. Yes, cer- tainly she had seemed sorry at the thought of his departure. “Constan- THE lille Aim THE FUJI. BRITISH BUILT BATTLE SHIPS REâ€" CENTLY LAUNCHED. Lia, are you sure of yourself ?” he went “ Sm" Tm" “1“ "0mm “"11 "0M1 Side on hurriedly; "would time do nothing for me? \Ve are friends already; you like me. After awhile, perhaps, you would learn to regard me in a warmâ€" er light." Then Some words rushed to his lips and passed through before he had time to Weigh them: " I could do a good deal for the children.” He stopped short abruptly. \Vhen it was said, the bribe. offered, he, was lion- .trmor in l’lm-câ€"Annlhcr Tlml was the "union! liver Launchedâ€"A Flight of Pigeons In “on of the Traditional Folllc of ('lizunpnguc m the Christen- lug. Two large armorclads launched in England a. few days ago: Strictly speaking, only the Fuji was " launched,” estly ashamed of himself: he would have fnr the Imus was Simply floated Ollt 0f giVen the world to recall it, but it was the “(Wk from the yard of the Lairds too late. ed. consciencerstricken. for her rebuke on this his first mean action. He lowered his eyes, and wait- at Birkenhead. And one advantage shown in this experiment of building an "I know.” She Said gently “I know_ enormous modern battle ship in dock too, that many girls would think it alâ€"i instead of on a slip, to be launched. is most their duty to sacrifice themselves shown by her carrying already all her for the sake of their brothers and sis- ters; butâ€"I am not one of them. I would not marry a, man unleSS I lov- With four casemate fronts- cd him, for even the Children; it would be unfair, I think, to myself, and," softly, " to lhe man, too." citadel and most of her barbette armor, In factshe might have had on her complete suit of armor, except that the Sheffield makers .. I suppose so,” He agreed with her were too driven with other work to fin- outwardly, but he nevertheless gave her 1511 It. the impression that he would gladly have taken her, bad she given herself to him, notwithstanding the unfair- ness. He would have risked that. For the rest, it is enough to say that the Mars is one of the nine new sister ships, built or building, including the ” You would not have me marry you Majestic: Prince George. and Ceasal‘, at unless I loved you ?” she asked, tle impatiently. "It would not be the way, of course. to ensure your happiness." “ Nor yours either 2” He was silent; then, after quite a minute: " I am sorry I made you that speech,” he. said. "Do not regret it," very sweetly. “ Indeed, it does not mat.â€" ter at all; it seems. to me to be such a natural thing; to say. \Vhy not ‘! Why should not Norah and the boys influ- ence me i" a lit- Portsmouth: the llfagnificent, Illus- trious and Victorious, at Chatham; the. Mars in the Mersey, the Jupiter at Glas- gow, and the Hannibal at Pembroke. Designed by Sir \V. H. “'hite, she has length of 390 feet, a. breadth of 75. a. mean draught of 27 1-2, a frezboard entrealed she, forward 0f 25. and aft of 18 1-2, ahorse power of 10,000 with natural and 12,- 000 with forced draught, to give speeds respectively of 16 1â€"2 and 17 1-2 knots, and a displacement of 14,900 tons. She "Ah, that is just it," exclaimed he has a total coal stowage of 1,900 tons. remorsefully. ed you through themâ€"through your love, your devotion to them. There lay the baseness, the selfishness of my words. I am glad they had no effect upon you.” "No," she said, "that is lrue; they could not touch me in that way. I could not give myself away like that. I could starve with those I loved; I could not betray myself for them. And, besides. I should wrong them if I be- lieved for one moment that they would have it so. Oh, no, I am wise, indeed.” Her tone had grown l'remulous. but now she drew her breath sharply and became uite calm again. "\\'e are poor peop e,” she went on lightly; "yet still we seem to pull on somehow. \Ve are always on the brink, as it were» and some, day I expect we shall take a header, and never come to the surface again; but still I prefer risking such total extinction Io-â€"toâ€"selling self !” "I understand. You are right, quite right," he. said. “All along, indeed. I understood you well enough to know that no temptation I could hold out would move you. It was a miserable mistake, my saying what I did." "Do not let that trouble you," cried She eagerly. "'Why should you not haw- shown the children to me, why not have brought them face. to face with me anvl the good that through me you could have done them! You sought to gain your own end. That. was quite fair. In your case ”â€"with a kindly desire to make him once more comfortable with hiniSelfâ€""I should have. said or done anything to gain a cause. that was dear to me." Then she thought she had said too much, had laid too great value on the gaining of herself, and blushed deep- 1 ‘. )” It was the dearest cause in the world. It was the only cause I really care to gain,” returned he. with a sigh. Yet in a sense she had comfort- ed him. If the word "happy" could be applied to him just then, he certain- ly felt the happier because of her words. and the assurance they gave him that she (lid not despise him for the sugges- tion he had held out. “ \Vell !" he said, after a bit. "You were anxious for a quiet walk here, and I have only di5< turbed you with my idle dreams. Iwill bid you good~bye now, and let you have at least one. hour in peace." He smiled and held out his hand. (To be Continued.) “.‘ 9-..- WHY LATIN IS USED. A Very Good Reason Why This Language is 1 [Red in “'riung l’rcscriplloiis. The New York Herald publishes ‘the following reply to the query why doc- tors use Latin in writing their prais- criptions instead of English. .In the first place. Latin is a more exact and concise language than Eng- lish, and, being a. dead language, does not change, as all living languages do. Then, again, since a, very large part of all drugs in use are botanical, they have in the pharmacopoeia the same names that they have in botany~ the scientific names. flwo~thirdls of such drugs haven't any English names, and so couldn't be written in English. But suppose a doctor did write a pre- scription in English for an uneducated patient. The patient reads it, thinks he remembers it, and so tries to get it filled from memory the second time. Suppose, for instance, it called for iod- ide of potassium, and he got it confus- ed with cyanide of potassium. He could safely take. a number of grains of the first, but one grain of the secâ€"‘ ond would kill him. That’s an extreme case, but it will serve for an illustration. Don't you a safeguard to the patient? tions in Latin he can’t read, and com sequently does not try to remember. Now for a final reason. Latin is a. language that is used by scientific men the world over, and no other language is. You can get a Latin prescription filled in any country on the face of the earth where there is a drug store. \Ve had a prescription here the oth- er day which we had put up originally, and which had since. been stamped by druggists in London. Paris, Berlin, Conâ€" stantinople, Cairo and Calcutta. \Vhat good would an English prescription be in St. Petersburg‘! H13â€" l u I would have influenc_ ‘ allowing her to steam a. month or 8,000 knots. at TEN KNOTS AN HOUR. Her Harveyed armor is 220 feet long on the sides, 15 feet high, and nine inches thick, and on the barbettes 14 inches thick. The protective deck is 4 inches on, the slopes and 2 1-2 on the flat, The guns are four wire-coiled 12- inch and twelve rapidâ€"fire 6â€"inch, with eighteen 12-poundeis, twelve 3~pound- ers, eight machine and five field guns. The heavy barbette 12-inch guns are 27 feet above the water line. The Mars is built of mild steel throughout. Her anchors and chain cables weigh 112 tons. {and the latter, in a single line, would extend about one mile. Turning to the Fuji, built for Japan ,by the Thames Iron \l'orks at Black.- , wall,_she is a sister ship of a. vessel also buildmg for Japan by Sir \V. Armstrong & Co. Her launch was a graceful perâ€" 'formance, for when Mme. Kato, the wife of the Japanese Minister, severed ‘ the cord, which, in due progression, re- leased the ship, pigeons were set free 1from a gayly decorated cage at the bows, this being the characteristically I artistic Japanese substitute for the cere- Imony of smashing a bottle of cham- pagne. The launching party also had its laurels, as Bow Creek, at the end ‘of the slipway, was not more than 200 .feet wide, and yet the Fuji slid away ,’ without a hitch. ‘, According to the English papers, too. she was the heaviest battle ship ever 2 launched from any slip, either in a pub- , lie or private yard, for she was launch- ;cd with her side armor in place, her 'weight as she stood being nearly 7,500 . tons ,and her length between perpendi- iculars 374 feet, or over all about 412. g This was 2,000 tons heavier on the ways ' than the Victorious, lately launched at Chatham. and hence she required as substantial a cradle, the weight of the .latter being 280 tons. thus increasing the dead weight on the ways to near- ly 7,800 tons. The cost of preparations for this launch was great, while the skill in putting a ship so heavy into so narrow a waterway also makes this A MEMORABLE LAUNCH. When completed the Fuji will be of 12,450 tons displacement at her mean lload draught of 26 1-4 feet. She is 5374 feet long between perpendiculars, :and has a moulded breath and depth irespectively of 73 and 44 feet. The de- iscription of her protection has an in- terest: The Fuji is side-armored, with Har- veyed steel plates, for 226 feet of her length, the lower or main armor belt being 8 feet in depth (3 feet being above ,and 5 feet below the deep-load water line), 18 inches thick at the mid length. and 10 inches at the ends. Above the -main armor belt there is a. secondery oneâ€"for the protection of the battery ,â€"7 feet wide and 4 inches thick, slant- ing off at its ends to meet the armored jsides of the barbettes, both belts hav- ing a backing of teakâ€"to which they are boltedâ€"bringing 'tip the thickness of the vessel’s sides at these parts to ‘22 inches. At both ends of the main larmor belt a. screen of 6~inch armor runs square across the main and lower idecks to protect the guns from a rak< ing fire. 1 Barbettes of the usual pear-shaped jform are built at. each end of the bat- tery, and are plated with 14,inch steel 'armor between the main and upper decks and with 9~inch armor down to the protective deck on which they , stand. 1 She has a flat protective deck, 2 1â€"2 ’inches thick, terminating forward in a. powerful ram. She carries four 12-inch guns, ten rapid-fire 6-inch: the six on the upper deck being protected by shields and the four on the main deck by 6-inch casematem; finally, twenty 3- pounder and four 2 l-Zspounder guns and five 18-inch torpedo ejectors, four above water and one below. , Her twin-screw engines are by the famous Humphrcys, Tennant 8: Co. of Deptford, and deSigned for 14,000 horse power under a moderate forced draught, so that she ought to have high speed for a battle ship. .4. A NEW ITSE FOR APPLES. Germany, for purposes of her own, ' has almost cleared the whole of France, l gof apples, besides having taken all the Ifruit obtainable in Belgium and H01â€" ‘land. \Vhat she requires them for is ;a mystery. It may be for cider. or syr- up,or it may be for anew kind of chan‘r ‘ pagne which it is rumored she has dis- covered, at any rate, whatever the pur- poses for which they are intended, the. German merchants have taken during the past season between 60,000 and 100,- 000 tons of apples from France alone. l I l