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The splendid yields of wheat, oats and barley ;produced by the farmers of Western Canada and the excellent prices received for the same, have been the means of giving an increased int st throughout the United States. As a vesult the inquiries made of the Agents of the Canadian Government have nearly Coubled over those of the same period last year. Railroad com- panies are putting on increased car- rying capacity to meet the demand made upon them for carrying passen- gers and freight. Everything points to a most prosperous year. There is room for hundreds of thousands ad- ional settlers, much new land hav- ing veen opened up for settlement Chis year, It is quite interesting to look through the letters received from the Americans who have settled in West- ern Canada during the past few years, and considering the large number it is surprising kow few there are who ha not succeeded. An extract from a letter written by Mr. Geo. M. Gris- wold of Red Deer, Alta., formerly of G Montana, written on the 2nd anuary is as follows: I am located 144 miles beautiful from a lake 10 miles long, where the is church, school, 3. stores, creamery and two _ postoffices. The fine stock, both cattle (cows and steers) horses, hogs and sheep are roliing fat, grazing in pasture’ to-day, just a little snow, hardly enough for sleighing, as we just had.a Chi- ook which has melted the roads and aid bare the fields and pasture. There e fine raised wheat, here, oats, barley and flax also winter wheat and * export to British Co- a mixed farming airy country. This is the right > to get a foothold in the Canadian t, as it w some years ago in the ed States. We are free from gumbo and alkali here and have clear soft well and spring water depth of from 5 to 25 feet, and ts of open everflowing springs.” Yelegraphic advices from Medicine Hat say that seeding has commenced a Medicine Hat, Lethbridge and other At the former place the tem- ire moderated gradually until on 19th the maximum was 45 and the wind r I minimum 26. Thermometer readings since then have been as_ follows: 20th, 47 and 38; 21st, 54 and 34; 22nd, 56 and 39; 23rd, 48 and 40; 24th, 48 and 26. During the last few days In Feb- considerable ploughing was lone near Lethbridge. P. A. Pulley, a recent arrival from Montana, ploughed and harrowed fifteen acres, and E. Laliborty about the same amount. Rev. Coulter White has also been harrowing his farm. All repdrt ‘he ground frost free and in excellent condition. Bricklaying has also begun ‘own. At Hartney further east on sdslen February the sun was warm right, wheeled carriages were > gen the plowed fields look as if the ® reaay for the press drills. There is every appearance that spring has arrived, but farmers do not wish to be deceived by appearances and consequently have not commenced to use their bluestone and seed wheat. ruary in the and sie CHAPTER VI. (Continued.) Bashfort obeyed, and when Lord Genlis thrust the long, thin blade be- neath the door and felt about with it, the steel encountered a metallic obsta- cle. Lord Genlis then mounted upon a chair and swept the blade along the crack between the lintel and the top of the door. There, and about the center of the breadth of the door, the knifeblade met an obstacle -Jike that below. “Bashfort,” said Lord Genlis, “did you see any signs of a bolt, above or below, in this door when you worked here?” “None, my lord.” “Yet we are bolted in. Your blows shattered the lock, as you see, but the door remains firmly closed. We are all the prisoners of the sorcerer.” “Ho! as for that, my lord,” said Bashfort, “we can soon free ourselves, for here are chisels and hammers with which we may soon cut out these concealed bolts!” And as he spoke he began to collect the tools which had been used to open the case. With these he and the Osreds soon cut into the stout oak—which was not studded with great iron knobs on the inside so profusely as on the outside— and were able to take out all the hid- den bolts. And as they did so the sorcerer, un- seen by them, was peering down through the hole in the ceiling. The heavy door now swung open easily upon its massive hinges, and Lord Genlis saw that Sosia must have closed and locked the door on the out- side, and either thrown or carried away the key; and by means of a long, slender key inserted in holes on the outside—of whose existence perhaps only Sosia knew—the hidden bolts had been shot into sockets in the lintel and threshold of the door, whose existence there had escaped the notice of Mar- tha and Bashfort. This discovery was quite a relief to all four, for it relieved them from two fears—one, that Sosia had escaped by means of some secret passage, beyond their discovery; the other, that he was So expert a wizard that he could pass through solid walls or render himself invisible. Having satisfied himself that the sorcerer had used the door to escape, and had bolted it to gain time, Lord Genlis called out to Martha, who was now seated near the bed: ~ “To you I leave the care of the lady. Come, Wilford and Bashfort, we must find this rascal of a wizard. He cau- not yet have escaped from the island, though he may have quitted Dun Aen- gus. First, we will search for him in this old dwelling, and then among the ruins.” So saying he left the room, closely followed by Capt. Osred and Bashfort. It was now almost dark in the open air, and quite dark within the great rumbling and ruinous dwelling. The three lighted torches and began to look about for traces of the sorcerer, going from room to room, their quick and heavy footsteps echoing loudly throughout the empty and_hollow-. sounding edifice. The dust and damp mold of years were seen in many places on the cracked walls, and often upon the un- even floors—uneven because the build- ing had settled down unevenly upon its foundations in many places, and this unevenness caused the three searchers to stumble and stagger as they moved hurriedly about. “What a place in which to consum- mate our designs!” said Capt. Osred to his father, as he recovered ftom a stumble. “In itself, no better place for se- crecy and security could have been selected,” replied Lord Genlis. “The island itself is rarely visited, and those who dwell upon it never venture to visit the ruins of Dun Aengus, for they believe the place is haunted. Yet, since, we know that Sosia—who pre- tended that he had never been here, and that he had only heard of the place— since we now know that he knew even the secret fastenings of its doors, I am sorry that I so readily seized the hints he threw out. What | his secret purpose was I cannot imag- ine. But certainly I alarmed him into a desire to escape suddenly when I told him the sailors were dead. But where is Bashfort?” he asked, sud- denly missing his faithful henchman. “He left us as we began to ascend these stairs. He whispered to me that he would search in the corridor below. But perhaps those sailors were secret agents of Sosia.” 6 “Perhaps so. I left all the matter to him. He hired the men in Galway, and I suspected they were former ac- quaintances of his; therefore, I bade Bashfort drug them in their drink and toss them over the cliff—Ha! what cry was that?” exclaimed Lord Genlis, halting suddenly and facing about upon his son as a loud cry or shout pealed through tke building plainly from below. The Osreds were now on the third floor of the house, and the cry came from the second floor and apparently from some distant apartment. “Help, my lord! Help!” rose the ery again, and this time more clearly i than before, with pistol shots and the ee eee 4 hid “The Sorcerer of St. By PROF. WILLIAM H. PECK. Giles clash of swords. “It is Bashfort’s vofce!” cried the two Osreds, as with one voice. “He has found the sorcerer.” And wheeling about they bounded precipitately down the stairs which they had just ascended. CHAPTER VII. The Search for the Sorcerer. Neil Bashfort, after separating from his two companions at the foot of the stairs, turned off into a long, dark and narrow corridor. He was led to do this by his fancy- ing that he heard, at the moment, a sound like a very distant footstep, or rather a creaking of a distant floor, as if some one were passing slyly over it. Ze was a daring and reckless man, with very little superstitious fear in his nature, and was eager to obtain the glory of cornering and capturing the sorcerer with his own unaided hands. He had known Zeno Sosia ip former years, but in this business at Dun Aen- gus had not met the sorcerer except as has been seen; for Lord Genlis had simply commanded Bashfort to take certain articles and Martha to the ru- ined dwelling, and to prepare one of its habitable rooms for the reception of a lady prisoner, who should arrive there on or about the third of April. Hé was a smuggler by occupation, and usually plied his illegal trade on the southwest coast of England, shar- ing with his exiled lord all his gains— being personally and remarkably at- tached to the nobleman. Having received Lord Genlis’ com- mands as to what he was to do at Dun Aengus, Bashfort had sailed to Gal- way, taking his wife with him to be companion and servant to the expeet- ed lady prisoner—of whose name, even, he was as ignorant as he was careless—and after transporting from Galway to Dun Aengus. such articles as his lord had ordered, he had dis- patched his craft and crew back to the south of England and remained at the ruins with his wife. His attachment for Lord Genlis amounted, indeed, to a,passion, and they had been much together trom their childhood up. Regarding Sosia now as a dangerous enemy to Lord Genlis, and hoping to capture and to drag the lurking fugi- tive, helpless, into the presence of his lord, Bashfort saw, with secret delight that he alone had heard that distant creaking of some loose board, and so hurried off into the long, dark and nar- row corridor which traversed a part of the second floor of the rambling old building. “I hear him!” he thought, as he sped on rapidly and swiftly for a time, and then more slowly as he increased his distance’from the stairs. “I hear him —or I heard him—though I coujd’ not exactly locate the sound. It was somewhere in this direction, and I shall corner this sly rat of a wizard. Alone I will throttle the rascal—or cut him down if he attempts to resist,” h® added in his mind, drawing his hanger, which was much like a Scottish broad- sword. There were several rooms which opened into the corridor, and the doors of these, rooms in gereral were miss- ing, having been torn from their hinges and carried away during the long lapse of years since the building had been inhabited; into each of these rooms Bashfort peered sharply ere he moved farther on—going into such as had closets ,and examining them care- fully. He was a sly rat in the days when I knew him,” he muttered, and thinking of the sorcerer. “And ’tis some twen- ty-two years ago since I saw him till to-day. He was not so old nor so ugly then, but even then looking ten years older fhan he said he was. I know well | what he did with the infant he bribed and forced me to steal for him. Ho! that was a black deed of mine, of which I have never even hinted to Lord Genlis; No, I will think no more of that deed; and yet I saw the face in my dream on the cliff to-day—the face of the young gentleman I killed in the Boar inn at York, twenty-two years ago. Shall I always be haunted by that face—the face of the first man I ever murdered? Bah! Why do I think of it now? Away with it! So here is another closet in this room!” The room in which Bashfort was pursuing his search contained three closets. “Into two of these closets he had looked aad found nothing; and he now approached the third, which, unlike the others, still possessed a door. The door had no lock, but a knob; and as Bashfort placed his naked sword under his left arm, his left hand holding his torch, and grasped this knob with his right hand, a firm re- sistance from within replied to his at- tempt to open the door. “Ha! you are there, are you?” growl- ed Bashfort, stepping back a pace and seizing the hilt of his sword, and tap- ping sharply upon the door with the point of the weapon. “You are there, are you? Well, open the door, or i out, Zeno Sosia, your game is up.” The door remained closed. “Oh, then, since you prefer to be shot, I will give you a brace of balls through the door,” said Bashfort. And thrusting the handle of his torch into'a hole in the floor, he drew a huge pistol from his belt and cocked it. ‘ “Come,” he said, in his low, growling tone; “come, Zeno Sosia, I have no de- sire to shoot you like a rat in a hole. I know you are there, man. I am Neil Bashfort; I served you once—years ago—in London. You cured me of,a fever, too, and I'd rather others should deal with your fate Yian myself. I don’t want to kill you, but I shall fire if you do not open that door before I count five! Come, I was in that closet yesterday and I know its size exactly. It is a thin door, and you can’t escape my bullet if I fire. Look out, then! One—’ And Bashfort began to count delib- erately. He stood about four paces from the door, holding his pistol extended in his left hand; the torch, fixed upright in the floor, flaring up its mass of bright flame and volumes of ruinous |. smoke; his drawn sword in his right hand, gleaming in the radiance of the torch, and his harsh, savage features standing out boldly in that light. Behind him was the doorless door- way, which opened into the dark cor- ridor he had quitted when he entered this room;, and as he began to count a ghastly and hideous face peered in at him from this doorway. It was the face of the Sorcerer of St. Giles! But Bashfort’s face was turned to- ward the doorway, and therefore he did not perceive the peering, eager face. Some one was certainly within the closet, but not Zeno Sosia, for there behind Bashfort, peering cautiously into the room, and with keen, fiery, in- quisitive eyes fixed upon the closed closet door, was the face of the sor- cerer, with all that was foxy, tigerish and vulture-like in it, glaring hideous- ly from its repulsive features. Had Bashfort seen and correctly read the expression of Sosia’s face, he would have detected that the sorcerer was ignorant of who was in the closet, and wondering who it might be. As Bashfort counted three the closet door was thrown open, or thrust vio- lently open by a blow of a foot from within, that carried the door far back upon its hinges, until the knob jarred against the wall. This opening of the door revealed that the closet was very small, barely large enough for more than one man to stand uprigh in it; and it revealed, too, the figure of a tall and well-form- ed young man, powerful as well as ele- gant in frame; dark eyed, black hair- ed, wearing no beard, save on the up- per lip and the tip of the square, reso- lute chin; a nobly handsome and man- ly face, though now very pale, and somewhat haggard from great and re- cent trouble; the graceful and athletic form clad in black velvet, much soiled with dust and rock stains, and wrin- kled as if recently wet, and still damp; the head wearing a close-fitting black cap, much like that of a student, but ornamented with a single blue plume, now much battered and broken, and spoiled, as if recently saturated with sea water. This figure, pale and stern, with handsome features, ghastly and hag- gard, and careworn, with the fire of desperation in its large black eyes, confronted amazed Bashfort suddenly as the door swept far back upon its hinges. (To Be Continued.) Not in His Class. Nordy—Our friend Senor Cospetti doesn’t seem to think much of the Rus- sians as a people. Butts—No; you see he comes from Central America, where they can get up a revolution before breakfast every’ ‘ day in the year, if necessary- —Louis- ville Courier-Journal. GREAT FOLKS’ FAVORITE FOOD. From Louis XV.’s $100 Omelet to Lin- coln’s Gingerbread. Napoleon’s favorite dish was a bean salad. Queen Elizabeth was very fond of roast goose. Andrew Jackson surrendered to ice créam at first taste. Stonewall Jackson delighted in buck- wheat cakes—in season and out of season. Henry VIII. was extremely fond of beans, and imported a Dutch gardener to raise them. Charles Sumner’s private secretary tells of the statesman’s sweet tooth for chocolate creams. Washington was noted for his fond- ness for hickory nuts and the amount he could consume. Louis XV. wa sextravagantly fond of a dish made of eggs of various birds, which cost $100. Louis XV. was extravagently fond of pie, especially that made of plums, which he called the fruit of paradise. Lincoln, in the days when he did his own marketing, often stopped at a cer- tain shop for his favorite, gingerbread. He used to say, “It swells up and makes me feél as if I had had some- thing.”—What to Eat. How Else Would He Get It? “How do you know that Slowboy in- herited his money?” “There’s no other way of accounting for the fact ‘that he has it.”—Detroit Free Press. 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