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L r~ ri' ‘ .. $3.563- / 'vu- ' 1 “ Waal, I guesses yer have, seein’ as you and thet gent hev been pards in biz fer some leetle time and I are here now ter do yer a favor.” “ 'hat favor can you do me?” ‘ “I’ll jist tell yer, and y0u kin count ‘on me ter stand by‘ yer ontil death do us part. for a friend 0’ Buckskin Bill’s is a friend 0’ mine.” “ Well?” “ Maybe yer has heard him speak 0‘ Dec Simmonds, ther trapper?” “ I believe I have." “ I is Doc Simmonds, ther trapper.” u ?” “Yas, I is, and me and Buckskin Bill hev been pards fer years. fer he saved my scalp years ago, and I hain’t forgot it.” _ “ What has this to do with me 2” “ I’ll tell yer.” “Hurry up, then.” “Is you in a hurry i” “ I am.” “ Weal, I hain’t, now I has found you." “ You were looking for me?” “ I was.” “What for 3” “To save yer life." “I am not in danger.” “ Maybe you think so now you has escaped." “E ed from whom?” “The lack Bravos.” “ I haVe not escaped.” “ Then I is here ter help you out.” “ I don’t wish any help.” “Now, jist listen to that. “Is yer mind leaving you?" ‘(N0.17 “ Waal, I come ter help yer out o’ ther hands 0’ ther Philistines.” “ How did you know I was here?” “Yer see, I goes down ter Buckskin Bill’s cabin ter make him a visit, and I found it all locked up. . “ But afore I got away up comes poor Bill jist a-hanging onter his horse, for he was almost dead being wounded.” “ ounded?” ‘(Sartiin.1, “ How i" “ Shooted.” “ Who by ?” “ A Black Bravo.” “Ahl when was this?” “ Some days ago. - “Waal, I tuk him in and put him ter bed. and being a horse~doctor when I were young I set ter'work a~doctoring him up, he hurrying me all ther time.” ‘6 Yes.” “ \Vhen I had got him ter rights as Well as I c‘u’d patch him up, says he ter me thet he hed been coming along ther trail on ther Range to ther south 0’ this, on his way home, when he went inter camp- on ther hills and while thar seen you.” “ Saw me?” “Yes, and he were jist going ter hail yer when be seen yer held up by ther Black Bravos. “ Of Course he c’u’dn’t do nothin’, as there was a gang of ’em, but it well-nigh broke his heart ter see yer made prisoner, and so he were goin’ ter see what he c’u’d do. “ While he were a—trailin’ yer, he come upon a Black Bravo and ther’ ii ere a shootin’ picnic followed.” ‘( Yes.” “And though my poor pard kilt ther Black Bravo he got ther wound I tell yer of, so went home for lie up and thar he found me. “ Now says he ter me: “ ‘ Doc, my dear pard, I kn0ws you from ’way- back, and 1 wants yer ter go and rescoo my friend and boss, Cap’n Larry,’ for he called yer cap’n. “Says I ter him I’d do it, and so I jist tuk ther old buss fer these parts, and when I got by I jist said I w’u’d walk, so I come back ter take ther trail o’ther Black Bravos right here and foller them to ther camp whar I expected ter rescoo you. “ Does yer see?” “Yes, I see how it is, my good friend; but how about that diamond ring the lady drop- w?" p “ "hat was all a lie, pard,” was the answer of the disguised scout with a laugh. CHAPTER L. A LIE WELL TOLD. “ IT was all a lie you have just heard, as well as about the ring; but I hit the idea pretty well, after all, about your being captured by the road‘agents, for I half believed that you were an ally. “Now to see if my lie well told pans out all right.” The above was what flashed through Dashing Charlie’s brain, and of Course was not spoken aloud. His brain was busy while the counterfeiter stood in deep meditation. He was thinking of how Buckskin Bill tried to aid him, after he had deserted him. Dashing Charlie had taken chances in saying that Buckskin Bill had seen the counterfeiter captured. The trail of the counterfeiter had led to a spot where it had come upon the tracks of the Black Bravos’ horses, and from the signs he had seen the scout felt that perhaps after all the man had fallen a prisoner to the outlaws, and not been allied to them. So it was that he had told the story he had, and told it well, too. At last the counterfeiter spoke and asked: “ Do you kn0w anything about Buckskin’s business with me?” “ Waal, I got rid 0’ some 0’ ther plasters fer him and you.” “ Then you do know, I see.” “ And he give me some, which I has here, ter pay my way with, and ter bin you out, for it goes with them as don’t know, same as good money.” “ And the Bravos did not find it?” “ When they s'arched me, it were in ther coach, don’t yer see?” , “And Buckskin Bill told you to come and rescue me?" “ That is Why I am here, arter you." “ ls his wound fatal?” “ It’s death, ef that’s what yer mean." “ Well, I feel very grateful to Bill, ard sorry for him, too, and I thank you very much for your coming to rescue me; but the truth is, I came up here to join the Black Bravos. “ I became fearful that that Wild West De— tective, Dashing Charlie, was on my truck, and as I wished to make more of the queer and get rid of it, I came here to do it, ltnou'ing that I would be safe while at work. “The chi f received me kindly, and here I am going to st y until I get ready to leave the coun- try, and that will only be when I have gathered in good money for had until I am satisfied I have enough for my needs. “ The chief has given me a safe retreat to work in, not far from here, and you can tell Buckskin Bill that I shall remain.” “ He’ll be awful sorry, for he thinks a heap o’ vou: but then I hardly think he’ll pull through, so I wishes yer could return with me and see him, if only ter wish him gOod-luck on ther Shadow Trail he‘s going ter take.” “ No. I cannot go, for I will not trust myself out of these mountains: but I am glad I told the chief I would ride back here and look up that crossing, for if you had followed, you might have lost your life, for the outlaws keep a close watch all the time.” “ Waal, pard, I wants yer ter do me a fa- vor?” “ \Vhat is it?” _ “ Jist write poor Bill a letter, and send him a leetle money,'for of he sh‘u’d live he‘ll need it, as I’ll take him to ther settlements fer ther doctor ter fix him up.” “I have nothing with me to write a letter with, nor have I any money about me.” " Now, pard, Bill hev sent me here ter save you, as he thought, so don’t go back on him and me, for maybe he will think I fooled him and didn’t come, sojist go to yer place and write him that letter, and git him ther money, and , The counterfeiter' was silent a moment, and then said: " You take big chances in remaining here.” “ I took big chances ter come and rescoo you, Pard Larry.” “ Yes, you did; but I would not wish the Bra- vos to See you.” "No, and I doesn’t want ’um ter see me jist now, nuther; but I’ll risk hidin‘ here if yer’ll go to yer camp and write poor Bill a few lines ter cheer him up, even if yer don’t send him ther queer.” Again was the counterfeiter silent, but at last he said: “ I’ll do it, so you go into hiding here until my return. . “ If I can come back tonight I will, but I do not wish to excite suspicion, and I’ll give the boot of an owl as a signal.” “ All right, pard.” “ If I cannot come tonight I will to-morrow, and you can see me then i” “ I’ll wait if it’s ontil Christmas, Pard Larry.” “ \Vell, I’ll come, never fear, and I won’t for- get you for risking all you did for me. “ You might 10o ' for that earring, and if you find it I’ll pay you well; but it’s nearly dark now.” “ I has good eyes, pard.” “ If I come to-night I will be on foot, but if tomorrow I will ride.” “I’ll be on hand whether yer comes foot or horseback, Pard Larry.” After a few more words together the counter- feiter turned and walked away, going down the range, while the scout went to look for the piece of jewelry. Almost the first thing his eyes fell upon was the earring, and quickly he picked it up, though still pretending to be looking as long as the counterfeiter was in sight. The latter had mounted his horse and was go- ing at a slow gait. But the moment he had disappeared the scout was upon his trail. He kept him in sight steadily, ever ready to drop down If he attempted to turn, and his wea- pons having been returned to him he felt that he was a match for him, though he had had a revolver in his pocket when his enemy thought he was wholly disarmed, and intended using it too had not matters turned out to his advan- ta e. gA mile from the starting—place the counter- feiter turned sharply off the trail up a narrow canyon. It was growing dark, but the scout hastened on and kept his man in sight, gaining on him until close behind, and seeing him dismount he muttered to himself: “ Now I have you! My lie was not told in vain.” CHAPTER LI. A BOLD GAME To PLAY. THE canyon into which the counterfeiter had gone was a narrow place, hardly ten feet in width at the entrance, but widening toward the end into a basin with high, steep cliffs OVerhang- in it There was a small tent in a clump of trees, and a horse was feeding near, as the scout saw when the counterfeiter threw some wood upon a fire that was nearly out. The bright blaze illumined the basin thorough- ly, and Dashing Charlie beheld the counterfeiter moving about, then sit down to a table set on cross—sticks and begin to write. “ He intends to return to—night,” he muttered, as he watched the movements of the man about his tent. Then he saw him coming down the can- yon, and be hastened back himself toward the ass. D So he kept on ahead of him and out of sight until he reached the spot where he had parted wrth him. True to his promise, the counterfeiter had re- turned, and he gave a boot in imitation of an owl. , , Instantly the scout appeared, and the counter- feiter said: “ Well, I am here, and I did as you asked me, and wrote Buckskin Bill a letter.” “ That was good of you, Pard Larry.” “ And I got some money for him and for you.” “ Some good money. or plasters?" “’Sh! it’s the queer: but it Will pass just as well.” “ I don’t doubt it, pard: but let me salt it away, and then give me yer hand in a partin’ gri .’ _ ' 'IFIie scout put the letter and money in his pockets, then extended his hand, as it" to grasp that of the counterfeiter. But he had extended his left hand, and caught the man by his right wrist with a grip of steel, while he bent the arm backward, and leveling his revolver with his right, said in a voice there was no mistaking: “Just utter a cry and you are a dead man, for yonder are soldiers enough to make a sieve of your body if I give the word to fire.” “ My God! who are you?” “Your master!” came the stern response. “Curses upon you, I—” “ Don’t do it, or I pull trigger. “ Move and you shall be bayoneted I” As Dashing Charlie spoke, he forced the man to the ground, and throwing him upon his face, in an instant had cut his belt with his sharp bowie-knife. . . Then, with a strength that was irreSIstible he clasped a pair of irons upon the wrists of his prisoner, and forced a gag into his mouth. “ Now, pard, I will leave you for awhile, but not for long,” he said, as he led the enraged and fairly frightened prisoner into the timber and securely bound him to a tree. “ I guess you'll be safe until my return,” he added. and he at once walked away. He had not gone very far before he stopped and began to make a change in his torlet, for the drt’SS of an old horderman gave place to a suit he wore beneath it and which was the cos- tume of the Black Bravos. _ Combing out his long, yellow hair he then made up a bundle of the things he had taken off and left them by a tree while he went on his track on the trail toward the counterfeiters’ camp. “ It’s taking big chances, but I guess I can play the game in a lone hand, as I hold trumps,” he said as he went along. ' teaching the camp he found “the fire again burning low; but no one was about and the horse w as still feeding near. _ So he got the saddle and bridle from where it was hanging on a tree near the tent, and five minutes later had ridden out of the canyon. . He halted at the tree for his bundle. and again at the one to which he had secured his prisoner. “ Come, Pard Larry, I want you to mount and lose no time about it.” But the counterl'eiter seemed in no humor to obey, and seizing him bodily in his arms he threw him across the horse, behind the saddle and then mounted and rode away. “It’s about a fifteen-mile ride to make, pard, but I’ve got to make it and get back before day- li ht. . g“ You See you have been playing Dashing Charlie so well that I am going to double on you and play Larry the Counterfeiter. “ I know you can’t talk because you are gagged, and you are n'ot dangerous for you are ironed; but you can hear and I like to be enter- taining as u e ride along. “You made a mistake to believe my story about Buckskin Bill, for be is dead, was killed by my horse when he was trying to steal him. “I had a talk with him before he died, and I saw the note you left for him iii his cabin. “ I’ve got the note now, for I went back there to look around for you. _ “ Now, I have a very snug place over In the valley yonder, and there you’ll find your roan horse which is such a good match to my stallion. “ The latter never allows any one to ride him but me, and yet I think I can persuade him to take You to the fort, for I wish to send a note by you to Colonel Buckner, who will give you a I’ll wait here for yer all night, at yer says so.” Very pleasant welcome, don’t you see?” staked him out and turning into the camp of the counterfeiters slept soundly until he heard a as be arose from his blankets anti came out to pass. or rather from the counterfeiter’s blankets, feeling that he faced death with fewer odds in his favor than ever before in his life. sonating him. ~ was to play the part of the man who had been playing his Double. almost within call, certainly within the hearing of a pistol-shot. it might be that he had a dozen of his men in the valleyawaiting him, just beyond the canyon pass. apart from the main camp, as he had so ex- pressed a wish to the chief to have it so. and wanted no interference from the men, no help in making his counterfeit money, for the secret was his own and he would not let it be known. So talking, the scout kept the horse moving in a canter whenever it was possible, and when the trail was bad he would dismount and walk, as he also did at the hills. In just two hours he arrived at the camp where he ha the two roans corraled, and build- ing a fire for light, he took his prisoner from the horse and said : “ Now to write the letter to the colonel, which you must be the bearer of.” CHAPTER LII. AN UX‘VILLING COURIER. THE letter to Colonel Buckner was hastily written, and like the other one was in the Sioux language. It was as follows: “ CHIEF:— “ Comanche carries prisoner to you. “ He is the one who play ed my Double, as you will see. “ I intend now to play his Double. “ Will still trail the Little Chief Gibbs. “THE WHITE SCALPER.” This being expressed as Well as it could be in Indian words, Dashing Charlie made it fast upon the breast of the prisoner’s coat. Then he called up Comanche and put on him the saddle belonging to old Buckskin Bill, which he had brought with him from the cabin on the counterfeiter’s roan. “ Now, Comanche, I don’t wish any nonsense from you, and I do not intend to put a bridle on you either. ° “ See, this man is a prisoner, and you are to go to the fort with him. _ “I will start you all right on the trail, and don’t you 0 back on me. “ Now, ard Larry, you have heard my di- rections to my horse, and he understands, for Comanche can do every thing except talk. “ If you try to turn him off the trail, you will regret it, for he will sample the flesh of your legs. see if he does not. “Now I am ready, so mount without forcing me to make you do so.” ' Remembering his past experience, the pris- oner put his foot in the stirrup, and Dashing Charlie aided him to mount. Comanche resented it at first, but his master’s stern command subdued him, and when the scout took a lariat and began to bind the pris- oner firmly to the saddle, he seemed to appreci- ate the situation. And the prisoner groaned in a ony at what lwas before him, but Dashing Charlie was merci- ess. He was soon secured tightly to the saddle, bis ironed hands being tied to the horn, and his feet beneath the horse. The counterfeiter‘s horse had had half an hour’s rest the while, so was now mounted by Dashing Charlie, who led the way from the corral ber- rier, d0wn the hill, the other roan being left there in the scout’s camp. Arriving at the trail, which led directly to Fort Blank, Dashing Charlie dismounted and led Comanche to the front. “ Now, good old horse, you see the trail, and the fort is at the other end of it. “You hear, I said the fort, and you are to take this prisoner there to Colonel Buckner. “Take your owu time, but get there, and if you see any one, run as though the devil was af- ter you. “ Now. ’good-by, good horse, fort.” The scout patted the splendid horse affection- ately, and Comanche gave a low whinny as though to say he understoml just what was ex pected of him and would do it. Then the scout said sharply: “Comanche, go!” With a shake of his head the horse started off at a trot. The prisoner writhed and groaned, and turn- ing his head quickly the horse gave him a sharp nip in the leg with his teeth. “ I warn you he will hurt you, pard, so keep quiet and take your medicine, bad as it is,” said Dashing Charlie, who was trotting along by the side of the horse. Then he stopped. but bade Comanche go on, and the well-trained animal obeyed, keeping up the same pace as before. Until he disappeared in the gloom, Dashing Charlie watched the retreating form of the counterfeiter, and mused aloud when it had dis- appeared. “ Well, that is asking much of a dumb brute, to take my prisoner to the fort for me, but he will do it, I am sure. “If he does not, then I shall be greatly dis- appmnted in my .our-footed pard, ani will lose my Double as well. “ Lordy! how he looked when he saw me come back as my natural self and felt that I had play- ed Buckskin Bill to capture him. “ IVell, Comanche got away with Buckskin Bill, and I hOpe he will carry the counterfeiter to the fort. “ Now I must be on my way back to my camp. “Ha! ha! ha! I am playing it pretty strong, but I guess I can pass for Larry if Larry passed for me. “I know the risk, but if I can make the Black Bravos believe I am the counterfeiter, then I can get away at night with his press, plates, and all his counterfeiting outfit, not to speak of plenty of his counterfeit bills. “It is a game worth playing for, and if Co- manche holds up his end all right, I will take care of mine at this end of the trail. “ But what excuse can I give for being away from camp if I meet any one, and at night, and having ridden my horse so hard? “Ah! I have it. “I will just keep lying as I have begun, and it will pass me through, while I’ll have to pray for forgiveness afterward. “ Yes, I’ll just say I missed a roll of money, and was sure I left it at my last camp before joining the band. so went after it. “ Fortunately I’ve got the wad of plasters the counterfeiter brought as a gift for Buckskin Bill and myself. “If I pass muster with the chief I have no fear of any one else in the band of marauders.” “ Now, horse, you have got to move and no mistake.” Mounting the counterfeiter’s horse he set off at a brisk gait, and he kept it up until he reach- ed the neighborhood of the canyon when he went in a walk. Far down the valley he saw the glimmer of some camp-fires. which he knew must be the bivouac of the Black Bravos. Turning into the canyon he unsaddled his horse, and go to the voice calling, and rising quickly beheld the out— law chief coming up toward the tent. “ Now CUHH‘S the tug of war,” he said grimly, face him, and the ordeal through which he must CHAPTER LIII. FACING THE MUSIC. DASHING CHARLIE arose from his blankets, He was in the counterfeiter's camp, imper- He had on the dress of a Black Bravo, and The camp of the outlaws was down the valley Perhaps Muello, the Mexican, was alone, and The spot chosen for the counterfeiter had been He wished to work by himself, he had said, The chief had respected his desire, and so he had camped apart from the others. The only ingress or egress to the canyon was through the pass, and now Muello, the Mexi- can, was there between Dashing Charlie and re- treat. The scout had every reason to know that the outlaw chief would prove a very dangerous foe. for his handling of his band proved that much. The chief was masked as was his custom, rode his splendid jet black stallion, equipped gor- geously with Mexican trappings, and sat in front of the little A tent which had been given the counterfeiter for his quarters, for the out- laws IIVed under canvas, not hav ing any regu- lar retreat or stronghold. Out of the tent came the scout, and he had his revolver most conveniently ready for use. “Ah, Lennox, you have overslept yourself,” be said, in a pleasant way. “ Lennox is the counterfeiter’s name, then?” “ Thai. is something to kn0w. “ Now to he by wholesale, for I am getting to be a champion liar.” So mused the scout in the few steps he made t0ward the chief. “Yes, chief, I was worn out, for I made a long trip last night.” ” Indeed i" The chief asked the question as though sur- prised, but he had already seen the fresh trail of the horse going and coming after nightfall. “ Yes, I missed a roll of that money, in un- packing, so felt sure I must have left it at my last halting place.” “ Where?” “ On the southern trail of the range.” “ Did you go there?” “ I did, sir.” “ And the money?” It Found it just where I supposed I had left I It would not have been much loss if you had e it. . “ On the contrary, chief, it was a roll of five thousand dollars.” “ Bad money.” “ True, yet every dollar of it brings good money." “ That is true.” “ Well, I got it, and was tired out when I re- turned, so took a long nap.” “ That accounts for the trail I saw, and did not understand, while I noticed that your horse had been ridden hard in the night.” “ I was wise in saying what I did,” murmured Dashing Charlie, as he saw that the chief had known of the absence of the counterfeiter, as he believed him to be. “ You have been out for a ride, then, this morning, chief?" “ I rode up to the spot where we held up the coach, yesterday, hoping I could find that ear— ring. . “ Ah! I forgot to tell you that I found it, for you remember I told you I would search for it— here it is.” The chief grasped the piece of jewelry with a strange eagerness, which the scout could not ac- count for. Then he said: “ Well, I am really glad to get this, and I thank you: but now what do you think of mov- ing camp? ’ “ Is not this a good place to remain, chief?" “ Suppose they send a force of cavalry out from the fort to the scene of the coach rob— bery i" “ True, it might be done.” “ have scouts on the cliffs watching the trails, and yet I think we might move to another campingplace of mine, and where I have left a few men with more of our traps and a pris~ oner. “ You would be safe there to go on With your work, and I hope you can run off a number of bills, for I can find a chance to get rid of a con- siderable sum, 1 think.” “ I am ready, chief, so say the word,” and it flashed through the mind of the scout: “ That prisoner whom he refers to is Lieuten- ant Gibbs, I am sure.” “ I‘Vell, get your breakfast and then pack up, for 1 will be by the pass with my men within a couple of hours.” “I’ll be ready: but is it a long ride?” “ Some thirty miles, and I. intend to make the place a regular retreat, for a dozen men can guard it against a hundred, and then we have too much luggage to be constantly moving with it.” “ I’ll be ready on time,” said the scout, but as the chief rode away, he added: “ Well, I ran the gantlet well. “ Now to see if that prisoner is not Lieutenant Gibbs.” (To be continued—commenced in N . 485.) ————_ Men Against Grizzlies. IT was in the fall of 1851, and three starving men crawled through a thick growth of Hum- bolt county timber and found themselves facing eight monster grizzly bears. Goaded to desper- ation by hunger, the men determined to attack the ferocious animals. The heart of Thomas Seabring failed as the little party drew near the bears, and he sought shelter by climbing a tree. The other men, S. K. Wood and Isaac Wilson, threw prudence to the winds and advanced to within fifty yards of the bears. Wood fired his rifle and the nearest bear fell, biting and tearing the ground as though in the agonies of death. While “food was reloading his rifle, Wilson brought downa bear. Five of the grizzlies re- treated up a ravine, but one shaggy monster remained with her fallen companions. She sat erect on Ler haunches and turned her eyes on the men as if daring them to battle. \Vilson, awed by her aspect, ran for a tree, wind. perience. out. ation. less, and the bear, raising her head, gave vent to unearthly screams. \Vood, knowing that his life depended on it, remained motionless, and the bear trotted after her companions up the ravine. “'hen he attempted to rise Wood found that his right hip was dislocated and his left shoulder was chewed to the bone, while his clothing had been stripped from his body and his flesh had been chewed in a hundred places. he painfully dragged himself from the spot, until Seabring and Milson, accompanied by David A. Buck, the latter of whom had been left to guard the camp, found him and carried him to their quarters; \ At this spot the party remained twelve days, subsisting on the meat of the bear that had been killed. They were lost in the mountains, but finally “'ood, despite his agony, insisted upon being tied to a horse and accompanying his friends in the search for a path to civiliza- tion. During the ten days that follorved, every step of the horse that Wood rode caused un- speakable torture to the rider, but \Vood bore it like a martyr, and an occasional groan was all the complaint that escaped his lips. Finally they found a road out of the moun- tains and reached the farm of Mrs. Mark West, thirty miles from Sonoma, where “'ood was cared for and in six weeks was able to join his friends in San Francisco. The injuries inflicted by the grizzlies made “'ood a cripple for life, and eventually were the, cause of his death. Inch by inch Banner Casuals. THE largest bird in the United States is the California condor, whose stretch of wings is often ten feet. TWO particularly bouncing babies were ex- hibited at afamily reunion in Missouri recently. One, a five-year-old boy, weighed 107 pounds, and the other, aged two years and a half, weighed 03 pounds. A FLOATING island in Sadanga Pond, which is about a mile in length, near Jat-ksonville,Vt., covers about one-third of the surfaCe, and is about two feet in thickness. berries, and it drifts from one part of the pond to another, according to the direction of the It bears cran— I T is said that European dealers in brie—abrac make $500 000 every year on». of rich Chicago pork—packers, who go abroad and indulge their yearning after antiques. Considering how many of them there are, $500,000 is cheap for the ex- There are many fools who have to pay a greaipdeal more before they find themselves JACK RABBITS are becoming a ver annoying pest in some parts of the State of They are causing great damage to orchards this winter, and are increasing every year. Measures for the exterminatien of the jack rabbits, such as have been used against sparrows, coyotes, and other pests in various regions are under consider- asbington. IT has been found that half-burned arc carbons will cut glass. Containing, as they do, many of the characteristics of the diamond. this is not surprising. Unfortunately, the street arab has discovered this fact, and now amuses himself by scratching plate-glass windows and doing other destructive work. The only remedy is for the lamp-trimmer to leave no fragments of the can- dles in the streets. THE Chinese have queer ways of doing things. They boil their rice in flat iron boilers so thin that they burn through very quickly. Some English makers thought that the boils-rs should be thicker, and sent some thick ones there, but the Chinese refuse to use them, saying that they were too thick, because, to get the rice boiling, they Would have tospend more in fuel than it would cost to renew the thin boiler. TWENTY years ago the trade in rough dia- monds was under $5.000 000 a year: it is new $25,000,000. The price for assorted trade lots to 81.3 per carat. are concerned. of fine to superior quality has declined from Fair to medium go at about $10, and lower grades from down. Americans are pronounced the best judges of diamonds as well as by far the largest buyers. They are ex- pected to take this year Over $15 000 000 worth, or some two-thirds of the world’s total product. THE average woman can now be expressed in figures, as far at least as her physical qualities She weighs 117 pounds. and she is 5 feet 3 inches high, if she is an American. If she is French she is only 5 feet 1 inch tall, and if she is English she is the tallest of the three. These statistics have been obtained by measure- ments of over a thousand women in their stock- ings by the French Academy ; of over 700 women by Dr. Francis Galton in England, and of near- ly 2,000 women by Dr. Sargeant of Cambridge. American women, "it is said, weigh slightly heavier than either French or English women. This is a statement difficult of belief. TIES. Coxrrsz: By Mrs. M JUST PUBLISHED. Dime Dialogues, No. 39. HOSPITALITY- on, Our vsnsrs COUNTRY AMENI- A Specimen Rth-‘pIIOII. and two females. ROBI‘ZRT‘S EXPERIMENT; “ onxrtn THE WiioNG WAY. A Manifestati In. By H. Elliot McBride. QUITE ANOTHER STATIC OI“ AFFAIRS: or. THE SoCIETY FOR rm: SI‘iiViVAI. or Tli’l‘. [’NiriTTEsT. A For three males . L. Lee. or. THE Tics-T TIIAT Let this boi'le alone For two males and two females. powder. while Wood tried to reload his gun, but found himself unable to ram the bull down on the While in this predicament the grizzly at him. Fx‘irciiiie Illu~tration of hav (melt to Be. five males. By Prof. H. D Poindexter. A FLOWERY Cl lNl“l'IlIENCl£. Ft >I' Fir several little assume an easier position. ment, the grizzly, roaring furiously, rushed at him. ‘ and sniffed at him, but Wood was again motion- that had not fled rushed Wood suc- ceeded in getting into a small buckeye tree, and used his gun to beat the bear off as she attacked the tree with the intention of shaking him out. While he was engaged in fighting off this bear, IVood, to his horror. saw the animal he had wounded rise and rush toward him. No blows that he could inflict on the wounded animal could check her. At the first Spring she made the tree broke and the bears jumped for Wood. He gained his feet and made With all speed down the mountain, where another small tree stood about thirty yards away. lie reached the tree with the wounded hear at his heels, and, seizing the trunk, he sm ng his body around so as to give the bear room to pass him, which she did, plunging headlong d0wn the mountain about twenty yards. Before IVood could, With his failing strength, swing himself into the tree, the second bear bounded up and seized his right ankle. By this time the wounded bear returned. and as Wood fell she snapped at his face. Hedodged, and she caught his left shoulder. Then commenced a terrific struggle. The maddened animal tugged in opposite direc- tions at Wood‘s ankle and shoulder, and be was in imminent danger of being torn to pieces. He fought as best he could, buteacb ex- ertion,he put forth only intensified the rage of the bears. When he was almost fainting with pain, the bear that had not been wounded dropped his ankle and trotted slowly after his companions up the ravine. Then the wounded bear let go her hold on his shoulder. Wood sunk back on the ground, and lay perfectly quiet as though dead, hardly daring to breathe. The grizzly stood majestically over him, watching for the slightest movement, and snarling with rage. The pain that‘ racked the man’s frame was frightful, and he risked his life in an effort to At the first move- She shoved her nose close to his face ieiicy. BABY. girl. SC‘ III S Canvass, THE tors. BEEN. Narratiw. tableau. Robin l}: saiit. MRS. DEX'l'I‘iR'S l’l‘ll{.\'(,iN.\L: or. Sin-2 llinx‘i‘ .»\n~ \‘icin'lsic. A New Method of Acquirng 2i (junipe- For four ll tilt-s an] two femur. s, Elliot McBride. CLOTHES IN lN‘T M A KIC TH E MAN. For several boys. COMPARISONS. l-Zy Aunt Alice A YOUNG MI'TlNEER; or. WiNTicn To Sign. '11”) A Fa silly ‘ Jar." F. By M A DECISIVE I“ ULL'IIIC: or. How l'r lliii Nor Wonk. A Not Uni-on iiion SPL'ItI)’ (.‘irruiiistanL-e. For two males and iv. ()‘ft males. S. H. Ashmuu. CANDOR WINS THE DAY: or. Miss i‘oNsTAx'r‘s TOI‘R T0 lit'iioria ILLEC’IIUN. )THF [J THEIR ASPIIIATIONS. six boys zllill Hiie gil“. RAt'Kwrmns. By A H Gibson. A \‘lCRY' (‘Ll‘IAll WELL hit-messiah For to 0 girls I») ll. Fiat A Rhyme. even feiiirilos. By M. I Lassox. A A lillylll” Recitation. 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