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& 00-0-0-0-0-00-0-0:0-0-0 0-0-0:0-0-00-000-0-0: CHAPTER XIX. The Appointed Time. Mr. George Reeks arrived in Little Pond s‘reet, Camden Town, late on the previous evening, and filled with very mixed emotions. Murder was in his heart against the broker who had dared to be smitten with the charms of Mrs. Ree! fear was in hi3 heart, because he was going to do a disgraceful thing, and conscience stabbed at him. He had made a promise not to give up the pa- pers; in desperation at the difficult po- sition in which he tound himself, he had firmly resolved to sell these papers at the price offered. Yet, as he turned into Little Pond street, his heart was heavy within him, although he tried to cheet himself with sophistries. ~ : = “After all, what does it matter?’ he asked himself, as he stood in the dark street near the house. “Gilbert Ricker- by is nothing to me, nothing more than Mrs. Reeks is a great deal to a lodger; ie—everything, in fact. Oh, yes, I know’’—he spoke as thouga he were an- gewering some uneasv ysice within him ‘I know that Mr. Rickerby is in hid- ing and in trouble, and has got to fight for the girl he loves! What's the use of reminding me about that, { should like to know! I’m in trouble; I’ve got a girl (at least, not quite a girl; but that doesn’t matter) dependent on me. And think of £500!” He walked up to the house and put his key in the lock; entered softly and closed the door behind him. He turned at once into the little sitting room and stood in the presence of Mrs. Reeks. That lady started to her feet with a faint scream, and came towards him. Mr. Reeks, with much dignity, waved her off. “Stop!” he exclaimed. “Tell me—tell me the worst; I can bear it, whatever it is.” Mrs. Reeks smiled—a little foolishly, perhaps. “Well, George,’ she began, “J didn’t mean to upset you, I'm sure. ‘The broker’s man is here—in the back kitehen, at the present moment, asleep, There isn't anything remarkabie in that, is there? Goodness knows we've had the brokers in times enough, haven’t we? And as for the tele- gram—” “Woman, you are concealing some- thing from me; I know it!” cried Mr, Reeks, advancing sternly toward her. “Brokers may come and brokers may go; I am used to ‘em. But there is something more than mere brokers here. What has this man—if one may call a broker a man—what has he dared to say?” Mrs. Reeks looked at her husband a moment and scented danger. Truth to «Ml, she had merely desired to get him home as rapidly as possible, being very averse to his chasing vbout the country with strange young ladies and on strange errands; and she had thought that the suggestion in regard to the broker’s man might be efficacious in bringing him home. Perceiving that she had put matters a little too strong- ly, she thought it wise, under the cir- cumstances, to seek refuge in tears; ac- cordingly, she sank gracefully into a chair and covered her face with her handkerchief. “I’m sure I never thought you'd take {t in this fashion. George,” she sobbed. “It wasn’t the man who is now—now in the kitchen; it was his master, “Never mind who it was—I want to know what he said!” cried Mr. Reeks, furiously. “He said—said that it was a pleasure —pleasure to leave a man in the house of such 4—such a fine woman,” sobbed Mrs. Reeks. Mr. Reeks was silent for a moment or then he asked, sternly, “Is that Vhy, of course it is,’ replied the abbing her eyes with her hand- “You didn't suppose—” lady, kerchief. “My love, I supposed nothing,” re- plied Mr. Reeks, dropping into his cus- tomary meekness. “But you were right to send for me, your natural protector; you had no right to be exposed to the thoughtless and vulgar remarks of those who may—quite naturally, Mrs. R.—admire you. Now, let us talk of another matter. Don’t interrupt me; don’t try to stop me, or persuade me to abandon the idea.” “What idea, George?” asked Mrs. Reeks, staring at him. “My dear, I am going to sell those pa- pers, the papers which belong to Gil- bert Rickerby. Oh, yes; I know it's wrong, and mean and shameful, and all that kind of thing; but I won't sit still in the house with a broker’s man when there is £500 waiting for me if I like to claim it. I can’t explain everything to you, my love; suffice it’that I am sell- ing what doesn't belong to me—"’ “But, George, the man is dead,” urged Mrs. Reeks. “The man is not dead; at least, I don’t think he is. When this business is settled, and the money is in my hands, and I've had the satisfaction of kicking this wretched broker’s man out of the house, I’ll tell you the whole story, and what I’ve done, and all the horrors I’ve been mixed up in. That's one reason why I want to get rid of the pepers—quite apart from anything I may get for them; I want to be rid of the business; I’m frightened of it.” — “Five hundced pounds is a lot of money, George,” said Mrs. . Reeks, tthoughtfully. “A° lot of money! It’s more than I ever thought I should have at any time. My dear, we've had such a very hara time, all things ccnsidered; we have fought so hard and done nothing. This is a chance we ought not to throw away. It'll mean farewell to brokers and pov~ erty; perhaps, if I’m lucky, it will mean farewell to Little Pond street. I'll take an office; I’ extend my connection; ene can do such a lot with £500. That's been my difficulty from the beginning: I never had anything to start upon.” Mr. Reeks was growing excited, and was losing sight of the real rignt and } wrong of the matter, and was keeping his hungry eyes fixed only on that splen- did bait of £500. M-s. Reeks, who had been at first more cager even than he was about the matter, began to have qualms, “Are you quile cure, George, that you won't be doing anyone a wrong if you sell these papers? Remember, George, we've beea unlucky so far, but. we've gone through things with clean hands; there isn’t a living creature can say We have wilfully cheated them. And I re- member, George, you told me about that young girl—or at least you suggested something about her, If she is connect- ed with Gilbert Rickerby, isn’t it posst- ble that we might be doing her a wrong as well as him?” “My dear’—Mr. Reeks tapped his foot_ nervously on the floor—“you have such such a very uncomfortable way of putting..the thing.” At any rate,” don’t let us talk about it any more to-night; something has got to be done to relieve us from our present uncomfortable po- sition, and this seems to be the only way. We'll talk about it to-morrow; we can look at the matter more clearly then.” They were both very perturbed in mind, and it is probable that neither of them slept very soundly that night, Put in the morning the beery-looking brok- er’s nan was again in evidence; he had to be fed, and the position looked more desperate than ever. The Llow day wore away; the afternoon passed, and night came again, with no prospect of relief. More than all, fell rumor had got abroad, proclaiming the state of the case; and indignant tradesmen and eth- ers descended on the house and played? havee with the knecker, and shouted insulting remarks through the key-hole. At about 10 o’elock at night Mr. George Reeks rose up so!emnly, took the eandle and went up stairs. Mrs, Reeks must have known what was afoot, for she fol- lowed him without a word. They got to the room where Gilbert Rickerby’s possessions were spread about; Mr. Reeks set down the candle and took up the writing case into which al the papers had been thrust on the night when first they had examined them. Mr. Recks looked about him guiltily, and his hands trembled as he fastened the case; then, without & word, they went down stairs again. Having gained the little sitting room and closed the door, Mr. Reeks made a compact parcel of the writing case and put it under his arm, “My dear Mrs. R.," said the jittle man. solemnly, “if I could have seen any other way out of it I would never have done this; if any money, however small, had come in to-day, I would have kept my word and held on to these pa- pers for the man to whom they belong. But we've got to be fed; that wretched broker’s man has got to be fed; and the many knocks on our front door are be- coming a scandal to the neighborhood. Five hundred pounds will enable us to snap our fingers at everyone, and 1 mean to get it to-night!” Mrs. Reeks said nothing—perhaps wisely; all the words in the world would never alter the fact that the thing was wrong. But she, too, felt that there was no way out of their troubles but this, and so her silence gave consent. Mr. Reeks put on his hat and left the house, dodging around the first corner, in order to escape anyone who might be lying in wait. Gripping the precious parcel tightly under his arm, he hurried away to Rickerby’s folly. It was a dark night, and the little man chose the darkest ways. He start- ed at every shadow, and once he made a detour across the road when he saw @ policeman standing underneath a lamp- post. Taking, by this means, the long- est reute, he delayed himself consider- ably, and it was nearly midnight when he darted around the last corner and came towards the gute of Rickerby’s Folly. Then, as he hurried along, he suddenly became aware of nimble foot- steps close behind him, and broke into a run. The footsteps became faster and near- er, and a hand was laid on his shoul- der. He stopped and backed against the wall and gripped his parcel, turnea his head sharply, and beheld Gilbert Rickerby! “What have you got there, Mr. Reeks?"’ said Gilbert, pointing to the parcel. “N—nothing,” stammered Reeks, with a feeble smile. “Only—only a little par- cel I was taking to— “A little parcel you were taking to Mr. Nugent Leathwood!” broke in Gil- bert, sternly. “A valuable parcel, con- sidering ii ize, Mr. Reeks; about £500, I should say, eh? George Reeks, with a sigh, held out the parcel towards }im. ‘“‘Conceaiment is useless, sir,’ he said; “you know all about it. Take it, Mr, Rickerby, and let me beg you to call_a_ policeman. Give me in charge, Mr, Rickerby!” cried the little man, wildly; “give me in charge; it't all that is left to me!" “No; 1 won't give you in charge, Mr. Reeks,” repiied Gilbert, with a smile. I have been waiting here for you, because I wanted to- have a word wich you., Take the parcel; that's it, keep it safe- ly under your arm. Now, come round the corner here, into that little alley of which you know, where we can talk without being disturbed. They went together rouni to the back of the house, and stood ‘n the darkness, in the alley of which Gilbert had’ spok- en. And there, setting the little man with his back ‘against the wall, Gilbert stood before him, with folded arms, and told him what he wished him to do. “In the first place, Mr, Reeks, let me assure you that I do not intend to in- terfere with you in any way, or upset your plans in regard to that parcel. 1 intend that you shall get the reward f:om Nugent Leathwood, and that you shall, moreover, hand him the papers.” Mr. Reeks gasp2d, and almost let the parcel fall in his excitement. “But—but you surely don’t—don’t mean that he aonpetah you shall fulfill your arrangement with him, and shall hand him the parcel. But I also intend to be present myself, and to claim the parcel again from him. Mr. Reeks, the time has come when 1 must pay off a certain debt which I owe to Mr. Leathwood—or, raiher, let him pay me. There is an old score between us, and it has waited a long time to be wiped out; it shall be wiped out to- night “But what do you want me to do?” asked Mr. Reeks, beginning to tremble again. “I would much rather leave tt all in your hands.” “My dear friend. you have already helped me very much; I want you to help me, just once more. Believe me, I can guess what prompted you to think of selling these things to-night; you are forgiven freely for that. But I swear to you that you shall not be landed in any further difficulties; I merely want you to go to the house, as arranged, and hand over the parce to Mr. Leathwood, and to receive the money. See that you get the notes at the moment he has the parcel: be firm; I shall be there close at hand to assist you, if mcessary. You will not be robbing me, because I shal? claim the papers back from him direc! ly after he has got them im his hands. Now, then, will you do it?” “Mr. Rickerby,” replied the little man, feebly, “I have already got into such terrible trouble over this matter that I am unwilling to do anything further in it. But if you can assure me that there is really ne danger—” “None at all, cn my word. I have a fancy for letting this scoundrel think that he has triumphed right up to the last; and, at the last, I want to stepin and show him what a fool he has been, and how completely he has lost every- thing. Ouly you must say nothing about me, and you will certainly not suggest that I am alive. Now, could anything be easier?” “I suppose not, Mr. Rickerby,”’ replied Reeks; at all events, Plt do it. And please believe that it isn’t only for the morey—although, goodness knows, I meed that badly enough. But I want to show you that I never really meant to rob you, and that I am only too glad of the opportunity of doing something to prove my repentance. Yes—I'll do it; there’s my hand on it. They parted—Gilbert to slip in by that small gate in the alley, and Reeks to make his way round to the proper entrance and ring the bell ostentatious- ly. The latter, being admitted to the house by Jemima, was conducted into the room in which he had been before, and there found Nugert Leathwood awaiting him, together with Cornelius. “Oh, so you're here at last, are you?” asked Leathwood, glancing around at him and scowling. “It’s taken you time enough to make up your mind what to do, And I think I’ve got a little debt to settle with you.” Mr. George Reeks, remembering the other little debt which was to be set- tled that evening, fc't that he could af- ford to be jaunty; he answered, with quite an air of gaiety “Indeed. Mr. Leathwood; that?” “Don stand grinning there at me, you little scoundrel!” shouted Leath- wood, half-springing from his chair. “Didn’t you take a young girl out of this place and, carry her off, without so much as by your leave? And haven't you been instrumental in getting her away again? And yet you come in here, as pert as a darcing-master, and never a word about it.’ ’ “There’s no need for vielence, Mr. Leathwood,” said Reeks, mildly, “and it isn’t wise to call names. Whatever I may have done, I certainly haven't r the ycung lady now, and she’s not in my hands; I nave merely come to see you on a little matter of business in connection with a promise I made some days ago,” “Oh, indeed!” sneered Nugent. “You hear that fellow, Cornelius; he’s come on a little matter of business! Well,” he turned fiercely on Reeks, “what is your business? Out with it!” “There were certain papers left be- hind by Gilbert Rickerby at my house, for which you were to pay me a certain sum of money. I have the papers here.” Nugent Leathwood glanced at the parcel eagerly. “Oh, so you've brought them, have you? And you expect that, after you’ve played the tricks you have, and kept me dodging about after you, you'll get your price for them, eh?” “The price suggested was £500," said the little man, calmly. “Exactly; that was the price sug- gested. But the price has gone down, my friend. Suppose we knock off two hundred and fifty for the first abduc- tion of a certain young lady, and two hundred for the second abduction, and another hundred for the trouble to which E Lave been put? How much of your precfous five hundred is left?” Mr. Geoarge Reeks bowed with all the dignity he could:muster. “I am afraid, sir,” he said, “that we must re- gard the business as done with. The papers are yours—for a certain price; failitg that price, they remain in my possessicn.” “The papers are mine—price or no price!” eried Leathwood, springing to his feet and moving swiftly toward the little man. “Give them te me!” “I say, master,” broke in Cornelius, nervously; “I wouldn’t ‘ave no vio- lence if I was you. There’s been vio- lence enough. Mr. Reeks is a sensible man, an’ the papers really belong to you. Mr. Reeks will give "em up, I’m sure.” Nugent Leathwood had stopped when the old man spoke; he stood still look- ing at’ Reeks, and at the parcel under that gentleman’s arm. “No, we'll have no violence,” he said. “Mr. Reeks will give them up, I know—” “At the price mentioned,” said Mr. Reeks. “Well, here’s your price, then,” cried Nugent, crossing to the writing table at which he had been seated and pulling open one of the drawers. “If you doubt that the money is here—look at it, see for ycurself, Tossing the papers in the drawer right and left, he pulled out a bundle, twirled it through his fingers, and flut- tered. it before the greedy eyes of Mr. Reeks. “See,” he ,cried, “they're all and what's .| nere—five hundred pounds’ worth of ‘em’ Here's your price!” F Mr. Reeks felt at that moment that his share of the business was done; properly, Mr. Gilbert Rickerby should have been there, to fulfill his part of the bargain, and take the papers. Mr. Reeks saw the notes fluttering before his ey‘ he remembered that he was to deliver the papers, and that Gilbert was to be at hand to snatch a post fault of Mr. Reeks; tis part of the bar- sain was fulfilled, and the money was He stepped forward eagerly, with outstretched hand, 3 “Then, in a moment, his parcel was whisked out of hfs hand, ard the notes were ferked just beyond his reach, high above the head of Mr. Nugent Leath- wood. The baffled face of Mr. George Reeks stared into the grinning ome of Leathwood. “So—a good bargain—eh? You'll dfc- tate terms to me, wilf you. you little scoundrel?” cried Leathwood. “You've tried your games once too often, Mr. Reeks; yo’ve met with the wrong mar. Five hundred pounds, indeed! Poor, Uttle Georgie Reeks, where are your five hundred pounds now?” “Here they aref Catch, Mr. Reeks!’” Another voice, startling and totally un- expected, had broken in; the bundle of notes was twisted out of the fingers of Nugent Leathwood’s hand and tossed over his head to Mr. Reeks, who caught them, deftly and backed away discreet- ly. Swinging around, with an oath, Nu- gent Leathwood faced that mysterious: stranger with the bronzed skin and with the deep scar across one clieek-bone. “Who—who the deuce are you?” gasped Nugent, recoiling frem him. ‘Gilbert Rickerby, at your service; cousin,” responded the other. ‘“Jemi- ma!’—the old woman had followed him into the other room, and’ was standing silently watching him—‘guard the door: Let no one pass. Now, Mr. Nugent Teathwood, what have you to: say to me, when I have come, at last, to keep my appointment’ : CHAPTER XX.. Face to Face. Nugent Leathwood \had no doubt in his mind that what this man said was true. He had been sturne@ when the idea was first forced upon him that the Gilbert Rickerby, whom he had never seen, was, in some mysterious way, hov- ering about, ready to fall upon him; he had been stunned afresh by the descrip- tion—coinciding so exactly with his re- collection of the stranger who had at- tended at the tuneral and whom he had met at the-ina—given by old Jemima of the Gilbert Rickerby she had remem- bered so well. His first wild thought was that the man he had strangled was not really dead; that he had, in some fashion, regained life and vigor, and es- eaped from the house. Then, when common sense told him that this was absurd, he ceased to have any coherent thought about the matter, and merely waited, bewildered, for what might happen. That he had blundered in some way, he knew; but that he had killed the servant instead of the master nev- er occurred to him. But if this man was really Gilbert Rickerby, the whole business had still to be faced; nothing had yet been done to bring about what he had so urgently desired. Even while he looked at the man, his brain seemed to be reeling un- der the pressure of a thousand wild thoughts; he thought of that first night, when the man had come into the room bearing the card of Gilbert Rick- erby, and keeping the appointment made by Gilbert Rickervy; of the bank notes found upon the body of that man; of the strange, lucky chance which en- abled him to take advantage of the death of Miles Probyn, and to set up a grave, as it were, in the public sight, which should cover his own crime. He thought, tco, of the strange fashion in which different people had been drawn to thwart him, and to endeavor to res- cue the girl, Olive, from his hands; and of the mysterious removal of the body from the deserted house; of the lights and shadows on the blinds of that house. But he was not the man to take defeat—especially vague defeat— lightly; he recovered himself in a mo- ment, and bowed, ironically, to Gilbert. “I’ve no doubt we shall find much to say to each other before we finish,’ he said. ‘“‘But I rust remind you that a man who makes such a preposterous claim as you have done must do some- thing to substantiate it. It appears that you know something of this same Gil- bert Rickerby—or think you do—and you're going to try and trade on the knowledge. It’s a bold scheme, my friend; only a bold man could have thought of it. I don’t discuss my pri- vate affairs before other pzorle; if you care to talk to me alone, I'll listen to what you have to say.” “You will isten here and now—and be- fore these people,” replied Gilbert, qui- etly. J “You insolent dob!” cried Nugent, prétending wrath to cover up a deadly fear which was creeping over him; “do you know whose house you are in?” “Yes—mine!” came the prompt reply. “Perhaps you would like to know how I got into it?” “It would be interesting,” said the other, with a sneer. “I have lived here for some days past; I have been within a few yards of you; I haye known all about, your incomings and your outgoings. You saw shadows on the blind of the old haunted house, did you? You saw lights come and go about the windows—eh? You hound, muréderer and profligate! The time has ccme when the shadows stand out in reslities—when the ghosts of Rickerby’s Folly become flesh and blood, to haunt Mr. Veevers had been slowly shuf- fling along towards his wife, with an evident intention to-make a bolt of it; he ‘stopped when Gilbert spoke, and slowly scratched his head and grinned maliciously. Nugent Leathwood seated himself on the edge of the writing table, with his hands thrust in his pockets, and one leg swinging, and nodded slowly to Gil- bert. “Go on, my inventive friend,” he said, “I’m curious to see how you'll play the part you have arranged for yourself. Let us have tae whole thing.” “You shal! have it all,” replied Gil- bert, and from the very beginning. “I have arranged that my friend, Mr. Reeks. here, should be present to-nizht, your guilty sout as ft was never haunt- ed before. Cornelius’’—he turned sharp- ly in the direction of the old man—“if I see you makingytowards the door again Til twist that why neck of yours a lit- tle more than nature has already done.”” because there is a part of the story “which he must tell; my old nurse, Je- mima Veevers, is also here at my re- quest, because the story ‘could not be told well without her, Oh, yes; you shall hear it all, Cousin Leathwood.” “T see—I see,” murmured Leathwood, nodding slowly and smiling; “quite a little syndicate; all the facts got up peeerant and the plot carefully ar- “When I first received our letter,” somone nyse 4 sy r ee * sorrowfully, “about my dear sir. the affection you suggested she had for you, I made up my mind, after the bit- terest struggl> man ever had yet, to do the right thing. There had been so much wrong done in this unhappy house, Nugent Leathwood, in the past, that I determined no more wrong should be done through me. I said to mysel: ‘This girl has repented of a promise |& ear, when she was too young to un- [| lerstand the gravity of it; I will hold |y, died weeks her to no such romantic dream as tha mais, Bi <o she has awakened to the reality of life and knows her heart for thé’first time.’ Fuiuinerke ae tue, Pi at Bay As God is my witness, I meant to give |. Paul : iad to you, Nugent Leathwood, and to |! botobe: rop completely out of your lives. With | The insurane> ce mpanies dein; - that purpose I returned to England, [ness in this state Rae had a oe heat prompted, perhaps, by curfosity to see year. the: man Olive Mallory preferred to my- : self—but prompted, above all else, by the best and truest feelings that ever | guided a man to do what was right.” “You tell your part of the story pretty well, I am bound to say,’ sneered Nu- “It is good to find that such holy ‘Ss can animate a man in these Plans are progressing toward the es- tablishment of rural free delivery at Clear Lake. The state fish hatchery at St. Paul will be made the finest institution of it~ kind in the West. “Mr. Reeks will tell you that I came to: London and, guided by my unfortun- ate servant, took crrtain vacant rooms in his Kouse in Little Pond Street, Cam- den Town.” “Doubtless the estimable Mr. Reeks will say anything that best suits his purpose,” broke in Nugent. ‘‘And about this same servant of yours, of whom I have heard so much—what of him?” “Wait; you shall hear about him in .good time. I went to the house sug- gested by my servant, and ‘hid myself \there until the hour arrived for keeping my appointment with you. On the night that I was to meet you’! set out for the house, taking my servant, James Hold- en, with me. For I had a purpose in that: I had changed my mind at the last moment.” * “That’s quite true—about your leav- ing my house, I mean,” said George Reeks. “You went away that night with the servant, Mr. Rickerby, and neither of you ever came back.” “My purpose was this,” continued Gilbert. “For some hidden reason— sheer instinct, I suppose—I mistrusted you. I wanted to find out, in an indi- rect fashion, what sort of man you were. So I gave my servant one of my cards, and put in his hands £500 in bank notes, to be giv2n to you as an earnest of what I was prepared to do for the dear girl I had loved, and for the man who wes to be her husband.” (To Be Continued.) At @ mass meeting ot business men and farmers at Muréeck, it was agreed’ to hold’ a street fait Henry Eggcn was struck by a train on the britige across Rock river at Tst- verne and instantly killed The supreme court holds that the law taxing companies that do an interstate business is’ unconstitutional. Minnesota is the’ first state to ‘take steps toward the installation of its ex- hibit at the St. Louis exposition. Robert F: Brooks, lately a grain buy- er at Magnolia, has been ordered com- mitted to the asylum at St. Peter. Space at the state fair this year will be allotted to the Minnesota manufact- urers for a display of their products. Mrs. John Rogers of St. Cloud: died; agec' sixty-eight, after an illness of sev- eral mouths: She came to St. Cloud in 1865. Rev. W: A. Warren, pastor of the Congregational church-at Spring Val-- ley, has r2signed, and will go to Lake City. An old landmark, known as Martin's: Mills, two miles from Rush City, was destroyed by fire. The loss is placed at $1,500. Telling Fortunes in Russia. Whenever a number of young people ccme together in Russia during New Year's Eve and Twelfth Night, whether it be for dancing, playing games, or just spending a pleasant evening to- gether, some one of.the party is sure to prepose “fate-reading,” or “gadat,” as it is called in Russtin. Seeking to know beforehand the fate of one’s future sweetheart is a very amusing experiment, and there are twd methods of going to work. The first is managed thus: A sheet of paper is cut up into strips about four and a half inches long, on every one of which a number is written. A big basin is half- filled with water, and by wetting one end of the strips of paper these are made to adhere to the rim of the basin all around, the dry ends pointing hori- zontally toward the center, A nut shell containing a bit of lighted wax taper is then set afloat by one of the party, the water having preciously been slightly disturbed with the fingers so as to give it a slightly rotary movement. Some- times the skiff will pass many times without harm, or, agin, it will stay a pretty long time before one without ig- niting it; but the name set fire to is believed to be that of the person who is to play a prominent part in one’s future life.—St. Nicholas. Beltrami county politicians are fight- ing for a division of the county. Both Beeley and Shevlin want to be the county seat. Twélve Carleton students went to Toronto, Canada, to attend the interna- tiona' Y. M. ©, A. and the Y, M. C. A. cons ention. Paul Bour, aged thirty-five, unmar- ried, committed suicide at Wells by shooting himself with a revolver. He was demented. ‘The nine-year-old son of Mr. and Mrs. Tollef Torgenson of Albert Lea was drowned in Fountain lake, where he had gone to spear fish. In the case of F. A. Rink, charged with stealing a $2.50 Bible from the M. E. church at Montevideo, the jury has twiee disagreed. Frank Johnson of Point Douglas, a student at the Hastings high school, was accidentally shot in the shoulder by Emerson Leavitt. Jasper will have u creamery. The product of 600 cows is available, and the Commercial club has taken steps to or- ganize a company. John Mullen, a loader, employed at Mitchell & McClure’s camp, near High- land, was killed by being crushed by some logs rolling on him. Earthquakes of a Century. Since 1800 the world has been visited by twenty-four earthquakes, in which 272,350 lives have been lost, Only one of these occurred in the United States--that at Charleston, S, c., Aug. 31, 1888, in which fifty-seven were killed and $500,000,000 worth of property was destroyed. The most disastrous was that which wiped out the city of Yeddo, Japan, on Nov. 11, 1885.. More than 100,000 lives were lost there. ) Turkey has been visited seven times: 1900, 1837, 1840, 1863, 1875, 1880 and 1894, with a total mortality of 40,000. Italy has been visited five times: 1805, 1835, 1851, 1857 and 1881, with a to- tal mortality of 45,114. Japan has been visited three 1855, 1889 and 1891, with a loss estimated at 148,000. Scuth America, also, has been visited three times: 1812, 1854 and 1868, with a total mortality of 37,050. Two shocks in British India, in 1819 and 1872, soct 2,500 lives. At Djarkend, Russia, in 1889, 129 were swallowed up. At Sushan, Persia, 1,200 perished in November, 1893. This was the last fatal earthquake before the present disaster at Chilpan- cingo, Mexico-—Philadelphia Press: y Mrs. Henrietta Edwards of Lake City cied of nervous >rostration. She was fifty-eight years old. and came to that ecunty forty-three years ago. Orders have been given at Red Wing that children will not be admitted to school who do not, within a week, show satisfactory evidence of vaccination. Six alleged tiraber poachers were in- dicted and placed under bonds at White Earth, in default of which they were remanded to the jail at Detroit. times: of life ‘The Omaha and Milwaukee roads, for the first time, have been obliged to come into the Duluth market for ties. The tie industry has assumed large propor- tions. J. S. Baker, of the Beker orphanage, at Lakeside, near Duluth, was arrested’ charged with appropriating a bicycle loaned by Mrs. Effie Smith of Sauk Rapids. Albert Fanskee Emil Fanskee and John Tilford pleaded guilty at Worth- ington to receiving forty-eight pairs of stolen shoes, the result of thefts from Omaha cars. Italian Officer: a Suicide. Giorgio Sinigalla, an Italian officer of twenty-two, has blown his brains out because a singing girl in a Roman the-~ ater would have nothing to say to him. Fraulein Denys is a golden-haired. daaughter of Vienna, of extraordinary beauty. Sinigalia spent a fortune for jewelry for her, only to find she was al- ready engaged to a Roman millionaire. Sinigalia engaged a room in a house oposite her lodging, and spent a day watching her and writing poems on her beauty. ‘Then he sent her an ultima- tum. She returned his letter with a few cutting remarks.’ 'Phereupon he killed himself. The people of Rome got te know about the tragic affair, and howled with rage before th2 sirl’s rooms. The ro- lice advised her not to appear again un- til the popular feeling against her had subsided.—_Rome Correspondence, New York Wortd. Dr. Blakeslee ,county physician of Beltrami, and othe- state officers, cap- tured, at Solway and Shevlin, five men attempting to escape the smallpox quarantine. They were employed im logging camps. Tt ts said that A. B. Wolvin may re- tire as agent for the Western Transit company at Duluth, fm favor of G. L. Douglas, northwestern agent, now sta- tioned at Minnea a The Moorhead city council has raised the Hquor’ license from $500 to $1,500. The vote of th> council was divided equaly, end tt required Mayor Tillot- son's vote to decide the matter, ‘The Lord Must Understand. When Rev. Newell Dwight Hillis was a seminary student, it is said that he prided himself on being more proficient in modern languages than his fellows. When it came his turn to say grace in the “mess room” he persisted in saying it in French, until he was cut short by the gruff remonstrance of a wild West- ‘Oh, here, Hillis, cut tha’ ‘ “T suppose yoa object to what you don’t understand,” retorted Hilli “Tt ain't that,” retorted the other, “so. much as that I don’t believe the Lord Himself knows what you are saying, George TR. Hughes, postmaster at Redwood Falls, was arraigned on the charge ot embezzling $65.38 government funds. He was held to the grand jury. He had ma le good the shortage, but the inspeetur had reported it to the depart- ment. » At the examination before Referee W. L. Parsons of Fergus Falls of N. P. Clarke of St. Cloud, who made an as- signment in 1895, to preve court, the bankrupt's counsel objected beats pr mltg it his dis- in —