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The story soon gathered. a collected form. It was known that about nine .0'clock on the previous evening a tall .,young fellow with his halil‘ curling upâ€" on. his bank had applied at the Lonely 'Star for a, bedroom, and was‘admitted by Mr. Worksop to a share of the <Â¥grebt bed-in which that worthy lay. It! got to be known, too, in a wonder- .fully short space of time that Mr. Worksop carried in his breaches’ or :other pockets, some thirty or forty ,guinevais and half-guineas, loose, a handful of which he had exhibited with unoommon satisfaction on sever- ,al occasions when overtaken in liquor. It also got to be known in an also equally incredible short space of time, thanks to one of the watermen who had rowed Mr. York ashore from the brig Jane, that the tall young man with the long hair had owned himself worth only half a guinea, of which he had given four shillings to the boat- .men after a tedious dispute, one to the landlady for his bed, and a sixâ€"penny bit for liquor, leaving him with five ,rshillingsâ€"all the money he had in the IV. The name of the landlady with the apple-red cheeks and array of white shims was Mrs. Mate, and this good woman had received instructions from Mr. Worksopn the boatswain, from the first day on whioh he had arriv4 ed“ {to call him every morning whilst he slept at her house, at seven o'clock, neither sooner nor later, and to have his breakfast of small-beer, rashers of ham, cheese, red herrings, and brown bread ready for him in the little front parlour downstairs punctually by a quarter to eight. Mrs. Mate was al- ways careful to humor such sa.Lors as stayed at her house with money in their pockets. Mr. Worksop had now used the Lonely Star for five days con- .tinuowsly, not to speak of his being Bi regular customer whenever in those parts; and in those five days he had spent his money handsomely, begrudg- ing himuelf nothing, tippilng with a. quarber-deok rather than a forecastle taste, and there was good prospect of his remaining in the house until the following Wednesday. When next morning came, the-n, ex- actly at the. hour of seven, Mrs. Mate Went up !the somewhat ,darksome staircase that led to the chamber in which Mr. York and Mr. VVorksop had slept, and knocked at the door. She received no answer. She was not sur- prised, for Mr. Worksop was a stout sleeper, apart from his trick of going to bed with his skinfull. She knock- ed again, and yet again, accompany- ing her blow by a vigorous kicking; and failing to receive any sort of re- ,ply, she lifted the latch of the doorâ€" underetanding, of course, as the land- lady of the house, the trick of open- ing itâ€"and walked in. worldfaccording to his own admisâ€" ksiou; "and quite enough," axclaimed 1: was broad sunny daylight outside, but the little window set close under the ceiling admitted 'but a. pitiful light. However, at one. glanoe Mrs. Mate saw that the bed was emp- ty. She was prepared to find the boatâ€" swain alone, knowing, as we have Seen, that Mr. York meant to start for his sweetheart at daybreak; but on glanc- ing around she observed that not only Was Mr. Worksop gone but his clothes likewise. This was unusual. She st-ep~ fled to the bed, and more through . abit, perhaps, “than with design, she pulled down the bedclothes, which lay somewh‘afltq in a huddle on the side the .boatswain had occupied, and instant- ly uttered. a loud squeal of fear and horror. One of the two wenchee instantly slipped. away to give the news. A cold-blooded murder was no common occurrence in Deal. A Customs’ man fiound dead with a. slug through his heart, the body of a smuggler washâ€" ing ashore with a ghastly outlass- wound; upon his head, the corpse of a. gagged: "blockader" at the foot of the Foreland Height, were mere business details, neoessary items of a pro- gramme that was full of death, hard weather, miraculous escapes, murder- ous conflicts; but a cool midnight as- sassination was a genuine novelty in its way, and. in a very few minutes. thanks to the serving-maid, the pave- ments outside the inn, the passage, the staircase, the tragic bedroom itself, were crowded with hustling men and women, eagerly talking, the hinder :onea bawling to those ahead for news, and. the whole rickety place threaten- ,ing to topple down with the weight of so many people. There W8» 9. great stain of blood up- on the sheet. with smaller stains .rownd about it, that seemed to be sift- ing out even as she Watched I;th like a newly dropped blob of ink upon blotting-paper, "Mrs. Mate squealed out a second time even more loudly than before, following the outcry by .an hysterical shriek 01 “Murderl mur- der 1" meanwhile noting, with eyes en- larged to twice their circumference by fright, that there was a p001 of blood on the floor on the side .whero the boatswain had lain, with other marks which vanished at the door. So shrill-Voiced a. woman as Mrs. Mate could not squeal twice at the top of her pipes and yoll "Murder! mur- der 1" also without excitin alarm. The first to rush upstairs was er husband. an old man in a white nightoap, an aged trillâ€"shirt, and a pair of plum- solourend breaches. He was followed by the drawer, .by a couple of wenches who had been busy meaning rooms down-stairs; and by five or six sail- ors, who came running out of tho adja- sent bedrooms on hearing Mrs. Mate'i Mics. Grasping her nuuoand by the hack of his neck, the landlady point- :od‘ to the bed, and exclaimed: Worksop has been murdered! murder- ed, Joe, I tell you! Blood in our house! Murder done in the Lonely Star!"â€" uttering which, she fell upon the floor in a swoon, but contrived to rally before her {husband Seemed able to grasp the meaning of what she had am . Jeremy York. 31 deep voice amidst the jostla of men on the staircase. “to account for this hem murder." Presently, there was a. cry of “Room for Mr. Jamkerl" The crowd made a lane. and there entered a round, fat, fussy little justice of the peace, with the only: constable that degl poss§ssed -â€"a tall, gaunt, powerfully built though knock~kneed man, in a rusty three-cornered. hat, and a long stickâ€"- following close at his heels. Little Mr. Jawker approached the side of the bed, and after taking a long look, full of knowingness, at the bloodâ€"stains, he ordered the constable, giving him the name of Budd, to clear the room of all save those who could throw light upon this matter; This being done, Mr. Jawkep fell to questioning the assem- bled folks, and bit by bit gathered as much of the story as they could re- late. {The landlady, Mrs. Mate, was ignorant of the name of the tall young mall with the long hair; but he told her, she informed his Worship, that he meant to leave her house before daybreak that morning, to be in time to breakfaer With his sweetheart, who lived Sandwich way, and who was none other, as she supposed, than pretty litâ€" tle Jenny Bax, for 'twas the widow Bax's game he mentioned when he spoke of walking over to his love at dawn. 'At this point there was a disturb- ance outside. Budd, the constable, looked out, and presently looked in again to inform Mt. Jawker that fresh prints of bloodstains_had been disoov- ered on the pavement, and could be traced some distance. “They must be followed! They must be follo-wedl" cried little Mr. Jvawker, “they may lead hrs to this dis- covery of the body of the murdered manâ€"Follow me, Budd l" with which he went downâ€"stairs, the gaunt im- menSe constable close behind him, and the people shouldering one another in pursuit' of both. ~ .-1, There was a great crowd outside. Decal Wan but a little place in those days; indeed, it is but a little place now, and the news of the murderâ€"if murder it wereâ€"had spread with something of the rapidity of the sound of a gun. It was a sparkling morn- ing, a small westerly draught rippling the spa into the flashing of diamonds under the Soaring sun, the Downs fill- ed: with ships as on the previous day, the whibe front of the Foreland gleam- ing like silk_ upon ‘the sqft, liquid‘fxzu‘re pawl; it. with, noblest sight of all, the line-ofâ€"battle. ship, the central feature of the mass of craft, in the act of trip- ping her anchor and flashing into a broad surface at canvas with her long bowsprit and. jibâ€"booms to head to the north and east presently for a cruise as far as Haligoland:_ ‘ n The instant the little justice of peace made his appearance there arose a stormy hubbub of voices of men eager to point out the bloodstains It was a. tragedy filament too deep fior merriment, yet one might have laughed at the eager postures of squ‘aare-sterned boatmen, bending in all directions in search of new links of Hm crimson chain. of crime, as though a: mussel full of treasure had gone to pidoea closa aboard the land on top of a furious inshore gale, and there werfle of a. hunt" amongst the shingle. So many. inquiring eyes were sure to disâ€" cover Whlalt was wanted. Stains un- mistakably of blood could be followed at varying intervals from the pave- ment in [rout of the Lonely Star; then into the middle of Beach street; then an ugly patch, as though the bur- den of the body had proved too heavy, and the bearer had paused to rest; aft- erwards, for a hundred paces, no sign; them half a. score more of stains, that conducted the explorers to the timber extension that projected a little dis- tance into the sea, and there of course the trail ended. Nothing could be more damnifying in what they sug- gested than these links of blood, start-V ing from the bedside, and terminat- ing. so to speak, at the very wash of the water. It ‘was universally eon- clmded that the tall, young man with the long hair, name unknown, who had slept wzth Mr. Worksop, had murdered that unfortunate boatswain for the sake of the guineas in his pocket; and under cover of the darkness of the night, had stealthin borne the corpse to the timber extension and cast it into the sea. duoth En‘é’raoublaéna' and pieces-of- efight .in plgnty to be {ounc‘l .alt tizhe cog: Mr. Jawker started off at a rapid pace, followed by the constable, to make out a warrant for the apprehen- sion of the tall young man, with the long hair, for wilful murder; whilst a number of boatmen went to work with creeps or drugs to search for the body in the vicinity of the beach; but though they persevered in their ef- forts till noon, watched by hundreds oi peeple ashore as well as by the in- numerable ships' crews who crowded the shrouds and tops to observe the result of this patient dredging, noth- ing more than a Very old anchor, which was supposed to have belonged bog one of Trump's ships, was brought to light. The world moved very slowly in those days, and Deal’e solitary constable Tim- othy Budd, had not fairly started for the house of the widow Box on a road that would have brought him in time to the ancient and beautiful minster of Minster, until the clock in Deal church showed the hour to be a quar- ter before nine. He was mounted on a clumsy village cart, like to what H0â€" garth has more than once drawn, arm- ed with the warrant, a full description of the tall young man, to the obtain- ing of whom name from the brig Jane, still lying in the Downs, the magistrate objected on the grounds of delay, and animated with full conviction that he would find the malefactor at his sweet- hearte‘ house. The old. village cart was drawn by a lame horse, that was occaaionally to be impelled into a brief. staggering trot by the one-eyed driver who sat by Constable Budd's side, and who on 00- easions acted as assistant or “ watch ” to that worthy. A crowd followed the cart out of Deal, for the excitement was very great indeed; and many would have been glad to have accom- panied the constable the whole distance; but this he would not suffer, sternly ordering them to turn about when they had proceeded half a mile, “ lest," as he bawled out, " the criminal should catch scent of their coming and fly." It was a drive of five or six miles. Constable Budd stolidly puffed at his pipe, with now and again a glance at his heavy stick, and. an occasional dive into his coat-pocket, where jingled a massive pair of gyves or handcuffs, for such ease of mind, maybe, as the chill of the iron could impart to him. Seaâ€" wards, where the blue of the ocean showed steeping to the golden line of the Goodwin sandis, hung the huge white cloud of the lineâ€"ofâ€"battle ship, scarce stemming the slack westerly tide, though every cloth was abroad with studding-sails far overhanging her black sides and grinning batterâ€" ies. Little was said by the two men as they jogged along between the hedgerows and past the sand-downs on that rosy and sparkling September morning, saving that when they were nearing Safindiwch Budd's mate turned and said to them: “ Timothy, it's the long chap, as he’s described, as slept with the bo'sun, that you‘re to take, ain’t it 2" “ 0y," said the other with a slap at his breast, where lay the warrant. ‘ “ But who’s to know," said the driv- er, “ that it wasn’t the bo’sun as kill- ed the long chap l" ” If you’d heerd what was said, you wouldn't ask such a question," an- swered Budd. “ I knew Mr. Worksop. He wor a proper gentleman. Mr. Worksop worn’t a man to shed the blood of a flea. -â€"\Vhoy, look here,â€" the long chap comes ashore wanting 'money, and. he goes to bed. with aman with noigh hand forty guinews in gold. ;It speaks for itself, Willum; it speaks 'for itself. Now, then, probe this old clotheshorse, will ‘ee? We shall be allrrinoight at this pace." They rumbled through the streets of Sandwich, over the quaint old strucâ€" ture that bridged the little river of Stour; then to the left, into the flat plainsâ€"dashed here and there with spaces of treesâ€"that stretched nearly level 'all the way to Canterbury; and. as the great globular watch in Con- stable Budd’s breeches‘ pocket point- ed tothe hour often the cart came to a halt. opposite one of a group of cot- tagesâ€"the prettiest of them all, elit- tle paradise of creepers and green bushes and amlall quickset hedge, sha- dowed behind with trees, with the dark glass of the windows sparkling in tiny suns through the vegetation, and the air round about sweet with a pleasant farmyard smell and melodious with the voices of birds, and the bleating and low of cattle in the distance. * Budd and his man got out of the cart. threw the reins over apost. and walked to the houseâ€"door. It stood open. With a mere apologetic blow upon it with his fist, the oonsatble marched in, and swiftly peeping into a room’ on the leftâ€"hand side, and' notâ€" A, little table was laid for breakfast: the room was savoury with the smell of eggs and bacon and coffee. Half risen from! his chair was the figure of York, a table-knife in his hand, a frown of amazement and indignation upon his brow; confronting him was a. comely old lady in mourning, half risen too. and staring with terrified eyes and pale cheeks at the constable and. the one-eyed face that showed over his shoulder. CloEve to York was his sweetâ€" heart, Jenny Bax, an auburn-haired little woman of eighteen, with soft dark eyes and girlish figure and breast of snow scarcely concealed by the kerchief that covered her shouldens. ing that it was vacant, he turned the handle of a door on the right of the passage and stood in the threshold, filling the frame with his gaunt, knockâ€"knead figure and_ lguge skirt-a. " I‘m here,” he cried, “to arrest ynu for the wilful murder, oither last night or in the small hours this morning, of Gabriel Worksofi, mariner, who shar- 9d his bed with '66 and who's miss‘ mg." “It’s the Deal constable I" cried the comely old ilady. ” What do {you want 9" exclaimed York, slowly rearing him’self to his full stature. " You I" thundered Budd. "Put that knoife down." _, fifYorik Vdidwso with an expression of amazement. The constable produced his warrant. He thrust his hands into his pocket with a look behind him, and in a breath almost, so quickly was it done, he and his assistant had thrown themselves upon York and' handcuffed him, Ten minutes later. York, pinioned in the cart, between Budd and the driver, was being leisurely mnveyed t0 Sandwich jail, whilst the widow Bax hung weep- ing bitterly over the form of her daughter Jenny, who lay motionless and marble-white, as though dead, up- on the floor. , HOW FAR. IS LIGHTNING VISIBLE-'3 Now that the summer season is well on and thunder stqrms are of fre- quent occurrence, scientific men are trying to find out how far lightning is visible. It is said to be visible one hundred and fifty miles. A French as- tronomer, declares, however, that it is impossible for thunder to be heard more than ten miles. An English savâ€" ant has counted a hundred and thirty seconds between a flash of lightning and the report. If this be true, thunâ€" der is audible a. distance of twenty- seven miles. If the thunder-succeed- ing a flash of lightning cannot be heard, it is impossible to estimate the distance away of the flash. If an al- lowance of one mile is made for every five seconds after the flash the disi- tance of the electrical discharge is quickly known. ' (To be Cnutlnued.) Must llavo “ Sounethlilg 01d, Something New, Somethlng Borrowed, and Somethlng lune.” There is no end ‘to the list of super- stitions which focus about a wedding. Many of these are so well known that every bride is involuntarily impressed with them on her wedding! day. ’ Every bride. delights in a bright day for her nuptials, considering that "happy is the bride that the sun shines on," and the reason that Wednesday is so popularly selected because in the rhyme of the different days of the week upon which to be married Wedâ€" nesday is declared "best day of all."‘ May has always been regarded unfav-‘ orably as a bridal month, but Juneâ€"-1 "the month of love and reses"â€"is out- stripped only by the month in which Easter falls. No bride who’ is at all superstitious would consent to try her veil on before the day' set for the ceremony, as it quickly invites a wi- dow's veil, nor would one of the wede ding party take even so little a peep at herself in it after the ceremony, anxious, as she may be to see how she ‘will look on that future happy day. *when she shall be led to the altar, be- icause a borrowed veil on such an oc- casion when one is a \ guest at the wedding wouldportend a shroud be. fore the year is out. Brides are 'very particular to know the exact size of the wedding ring finger, so that the golden circlet, slip- ped. on with the vows must never be removed. She is also quite particular to have "something old, something new, something borrowed and some- thing blue," the latter almlost invari- ably being a garter of blue silk. but no upâ€"to-date bride will wear more than one blue garter â€" that for the left legâ€"the other, like every other portion of the outfit, must be pure white. The “old” of the legend may be a bit of old lace, somewhere about the gown or lingerie, but very cautious bridesâ€"brides who leave no stone un- turned to court good' luckj â€" wear an undergarment as old and; much mend- ed as possible, according to an old Ger- man custom, to promote frugality, This garment is usually borrowed from ‘ a dear married friend, whose wedded life has been particularly heppy. ? p ' It is considered an iiiâ€"omen to trip on the steps of the church, or to have the lights flicker or grow? dim during the ceremony, an old story being told of a bride falling dead of fright because the lights of the church were suddenly and unaccountably extingu- ished. She merely cried, “My light has gone out,” and fell. at the foot of the altar, dead. ‘ Let your mother or nearest female relative be the last to kiss you before the ceremony, and likewise the same person to receive your first kiss after your newly-made husband has saluted you, This envelops your life with a halo of love and prevents all evil gossip of youythrough life. Modern brides select one tiny‘ littloâ€" flower from the wreath or bouquet encasa it in a locket or talisman of some sort and wear it continually. Such a gift is quite a pretty. bestowal from the husband, with her new momoâ€" gram! ungraved on the outside. A bride considers it a joyful omen to receive cards to some one else's wed- ding on her own Wedding day, and likewise a sin'ster forgshadowing to learn of the death of a friend or rela- tive. Of course no one would wish to be married on Friday, the 13th day of any month; and Black Friday throughout the whole civilized world records scarcely a. single wedding. It is good to give aims just before the wedding day; in certain nations brides carry a few coins, or hang their attendants do it for them to church, that they may toss them to some needy person, and thereby go pennilesa to the husband, but also to cast off all portents of evil in their1 righteousness of giving to the poor. There? is an ahciant rhyme which gives good advice in regard to the color chosen for the bridal gown. It runs: Married in white, , You have chosen all right, Married in gray, You will go far away, Married in black, You will wish yourself back. Married in red, You’d better be dead, Married in green, Ashamed to be seen. Married in blue, You'll always be true Married in pearl, You‘ll live in a whirl. Married in yellow, Ashamed of the fellow. Married in brown, You'll live out of town. Married in pink, Your spirits will sink. The sad death of the Earl of Strafâ€" fords reminds us that several peers have in recent years been the victims of fatal accidents. The late Marquis of 0rmondle was drowned in the presâ€" ence of his wife and children while bathing; Lord Farnham was destroy- ed in the terrible railway collision when travelling in the Irish mail at Abergele in 1868; Lord Romilly was burnt by the upsetting of a lamp; and Viscount Drumlanrig, the Mar- quis of Queen‘sbury's eldest son, who was called up to the House of Peers in his father's lifetime, and was Lord Rosebery’s private secretary when Prime Minister, was accidentally shot by stumbling with his gun when clear’ ing a fence while out shooting. T0 SUPERSTITIO‘US BRIDES» PEERS AND FATAL ACCIDENTS. Sulfered Twenty-Five Xears. Samuel F. Perry, of Port Maltland, N. 5., Has Recovered From a. Long and Trying Illness. Samuel 13'. Parry. Port Maitland, N. S., is one of the oldest residents of that towm He is a ship buildar by trade, but like many others living along the sea coast; has also followed the occu- pation of a sailor. Owing to‘ an injury to his back acme twenty-five years ago, he has, until lately,_led a. life of mot! or less suffering. Mr. Perry tells of his trouble as follows :â€"“ About twen- ty-five years ago, I strained my bhck severely, and the result was that for six months following this I could not take a single atop Without the great- est agony. I doctored for about ayear with a local doctor and while the pain was eased. to some extent, the trouble spread from my back to my hips and legs and. it was almost impossible for me to get around. I had to exercise the greatest care when walking, else I would fall to the ground. It was not exactly paralysis, and. yet it wassome- thing very nearly akin to it. For about twenty-five years I have suffered in this way, and although I doctored morn or 105‘s. and tried many remedies Ul- 1m. nun. unvu u..ou LvmvuA'- I could. not get relief. One day I maid in a newspaper the particulars of a cure in a case very like my own. through the means of Dr. William’ Pink Pills, and I determined to try them. I began their nee about two years ago, feeling that what they had done in the other case they would no doubt do for me. The trouble had fas- tened itself so firmly that I did not hope for a speedy cure. but as I found the pills were helping me I continued their use until I had taken some thir- ty or more boxes, with the gratifying result that they did for me what long years or other treatment failed to do, restored me to an excellent measure of health, and I can now go about almost as actively as in my young days. I gladly make known the benefit I hav received, and hope my statement wll give new hope to some other suffer- Two or Three Anecdotes of Its \Vclb Known Sngnclly. Many stones are toLd of the clever- ness of the raven, a bird that many seems to have reasoning powers. an ofl these atories tells how a raven, by, a skillful strung-am. got a. young bare for its dinner. It had pounced upon the little‘ animal, but the mother hare drove it away. ; Then the raven slowly retreated, em oounaging the mother to follow him, and even pretending that he wan afraid. of bar. In this fashion he led her to a considerable distance from the young one. and thgn, suddenly, boc fore‘ the bare had. time to realize thl meaning of the trick, he rose in thq air. flow swiftly back, caught (:1): young bare in his beak and bore it aWay. A similar plan was adopted by some taverns that wished.- to steal food from a. dog. They teased him till he grew so angry that he chased. them from the spot, but the artful birds turned sharply round, easily reached the dish before: him, and carried off the choica 61‘. bits in triumph. ‘As to the rarven's power of speech, the following storyâ€"which is given on the authority of Capt. Brown. who vouches for its truthâ€"will show how aptly it can talk. A gentleman, while traveling through a wood in the south of England, was startled by hearing a shout of "Fair play, gentlemen; fair play I" uttered in loud tunes. The cry being presently repeated. the travel- er thought it must proceed from‘ some one in distress, and at once began to search for him. He soon discovered, twd ravens fiercely attacking a third. He was so struck with the appeal of the oppressed bird, that he promptly rescued him. Prof. Lawrence Brunet. who spent the year 1898 investigating the grass~ hopper plague in Argentina. says that only Australia could match Argentina in the singularity of its life forms. It is a. country where everything pro- tects itself. “ The trees have thorns, the grasses and weeds are provided with thorns and sharp blades, and her- baceous plants are shielded with burrs." Forests exist where rains are scarcest and natives say that sometimes when heavy rains fall the trees die from too much moisture. Some birds, be- longing to the same order as our Wa- ter-fowl, avoid water. Many Argentine birds possess spurs on their wings. It turned out that the victim was a. tame raven belonging to a. house in the. neighborhood, and the cry that it had used so opportunely. was one ot- mamy that it had been taught to utter. ELECTRIC LIGHT BATHS. Electric light baths seem to have become an established therapeutic agent in Germany. Their principle is that of ordinary sun baths, but advan- tages are claimed in that the electric light is always available; that it can be regulated according to the patient and the disease; that the action upon the heart is slight, and harmful bac- teria in the body are destroyed. Baths are administered in a mirror-lined box in which the disrobed patigmt is seat- ed with his head projecting outside through a hole in the lid. Pour ye down, ye gentle rain drops, \Vit‘hout ceasing. without stay [ have got my friend’s umbrelVa And he’s two full miles away. STRANGE LIFE IN ARGENTINA. THE ARTFUL RAVEN. SAFE