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’ eredit for the wonderful improve- WHO OWNS THE RAILROADS? H. T. Newcomb of the District ‘ot Columbia Bar has compiled statistits | showing that 5,174,718 depositors in savings banks of six éastern states are directly interested in, the joint ownership of $442,354,086 of steam railroad securities, that insurance companies doing business in Massa- chusetts hold $845,889,038 of steam | railroad stocks and bonds and 74 edu- | cational icstitytions depend on $47,- 468,327 invested in similar securities for a portion of their income. Other fiduciary institutions own enough railroad securities to bring such hold- ings up to more than a billion and a half dollars, about one-sixth of the | entire capital invested in rallroad | property. These investments repre- sent the savings of the masses, there being twerty million holders of life in- surance policies in the country, a8 many more of fire insurance policies, and an even greater number of de- positors in banking and trust institu- tions, where investments are largely in railroad securities. nS cdi al When the Fad Died Out. Some years ago, I am told, when the craze for collecting souvenir spoons was at its height, a group at a seaside hotel were exhibiting their collections and comparing notes. Presently an army officer turned toa Southern wom- an who had shown little interest in the proceedings and said: “Mrs. C., haven’t you got the craze? Don’t they collect souvenir spoons down in Dixie?” The Southern woman drew her | shawl about ber shoulders and an-| swered with quiet dignity: } “No, suh, The fad foh souvenieh | spoons died out in the South afteh Ben | Butleh ma’ched through.”—Detroit ‘Tribune. Ss Wise Mother. “Now, Johnny,” bawled Mrs. Foxi-| bus, “I wart you to go skating this afternoon. Remember the doctor's or-; ders, that you must take exercise.” And, as she noted Johnny hiding his skates under the woodshed a few mo- ments later, Mrs. Foxibus remarked to her friend, Mrs. Runnyabout, “That's the only way to keep ’em off this dan- geroug ice.’—Louisville Courier-Jour- nal. pcre we C0 8 In the Spring. Lowndes, Mo., April 10th.—Mrs. H.) Cc. Harty of this place says:— “For years I was in very bad health. Every spring I would get so low that J was unable to do my own work, I seemed to be worse in the spring than any other time of the year. I was very weak and miserable and had much pain in my back and head. I saw Dodd’s Kidney Pills advertised jast spring and began treatment of (hem, and they have certainly done me more good than anything I have ever used. “I was all right last spring and felt better than I have for over ten years. I am fifty years of age and am strong- er to-day than I have been for many years and I give Dodd’s Kidney Pills ment.” a The statement of Mrs. Harty is only one of a great many where Dodd’s Kidney Pills have proven themselves to be the very best. spring medicine. ‘They are unsurpassed as a tonic and are the only medicine used in thou- sands of families. Was Going North, “Where were you hurt?” queried he, when she had finished telling about a bad fall. “On the south side of the street,” was the prompt reply.—Fort Worth Record. ee A New Era in Transpacific Transpor tation. The Great Northern Steamship com- pamy, in placing in service ‘between Setttle, Wash., and Yokohama, Naga- saki, Kobe, Shanghai and Hongkong, the magnificent American-built steam- ships the “Minnesota” and the “Da- kota,” marks a new era in transporta- tion facilities between the United States and the Orient. These magnifi- cent steamships with thgir superior facilities in handling immense freight cargoes and the luxurious appoint- ynents for passenger travel has given an impetus to our Oriental trade. The North Pacific route to the Orient is rapidly becoming the popular one, and now that the two palatial steamships. “Minnesota” and “Dakota,” have been put in commission, there is no question but that a further greater increase in our trade with the Orient as well as in- ereased passenger travel to Asiatic ports will be inaugurated. The first sailing of the “Minnesota,” in addi- tion to carrying the largest cargo to the Orient ever carried by any ship in the world, as well as an extensive pas- senger list, augurs well Sr the future. The “Minnesota” will sail on its next voyage to the Orient on Saturday, April 29th, and it will not be amiss to say here that the excellence of her pas- senger accommodations will be her- aided to the traveling public of the United States by all who enjoyed the pleasant voyage across the Pacific on her first trip as furnishing the acme of travel comfort. The fact that the superior accommo- dations of the Great Northern Steam- ship company in connection with the comfortable journey afforded by the Great Northern Railway to Seattle, the sailing point of the “Minnesota,” will make this route the popular one from CHAPTER VII!I.—(Continued). “Drown, rascal! Expect no help from those whom you tried to stifie with your devilish fumes!” “Oh, Lord Genlis, you would be rich!” shrieked back Sosia. “I can make you as rich as any man in Eng- land. Save my life, and I will make you master of all my wealth in Lon- don. I will share it with you, my lord, I will give you a hundred thousand pounds—golden guineas, my lord.” “Rascal, I would not trust your faith again for ten times the sum. Your life would be an incessant perit to me. Your very breath would poison mine, were we a thousand miles apart,” re- pitied Lord Genlis. Sosia filled the shaft with incoher- ent prayers for mercy; but Lord Gen- lis and Bashfort answered him with scoffs. Capt. Osred withdrew from the edge of the pit and sat down upon an old and heavy wheel, which had once been part of the well windlass. His heart was not so hard as those of his com- panions, and yet merciless enough to prevent him from speaking a single word of pity for the wretched sorcer- er. Wilford Osred loved Helen Beau- clair and was as desirous to be her husband as he was to be master of her inheritande; and he was unscrupulous as regards the means used by others for the success of his desires. “The rascal is a long time in losing his hold,” at length said Lord Genlis, rising from his recumbent posture; “yet he no longer cries out.” “J think he is dead, my lord,” re- plied Bashfort, lowering the. torch still more. “He must have closed his eyes, for my light shines them no more. Wait, I will see. Perhaps he has lost his hold and slipped under the water.” “Well, what make you out now?” asked Lord Genlis, after a moment of silence. " “I see him! His hands are gripped upon the stones above his head,” said Bashfort. “Only his hands, part of his arms and his head are above the wa- ter. He seems to be resting one side of his face upon a jutting stone. Why, he must be dead, and the fierceness of his death-grip alone holds him to the stones.” “Make sure that he is dead. Let the flame of your torch scorch his face and hands,” commanded Lord Genlis. “Well?” “T have, my lord. I swung the flame into and against his hands. They do not, relax their hold. He is dead,” re- plied Bashfort, now rising to his feet. “Ah, a dreadful death!” thought Clarence Darrell. “And yet I can but rejoice that Zeno Sosia is not alive to prevent my rescue of Helen from these men. In losing him as their ally they have lost a man more feared by me than I fear these three combined.” “You are sure the rescal of a wiz- ard is dead?” asked Lord Genlis of Bashfort. “Of course. I know he is dead! Would not a live man have shrunk from the pain of fire? He died cling- ing to the stones, my lord. Why, I have often seen a body that had been dead for days clinging with the death clutch to a spar, or a timber, or a rope, that had failed to save its life. Dead? Of course he is dead, and hjs body may not drop from its hold till it rots away, or till the rats devour it. And by my soul I am glad we are rid of him so securely,” said Bashfort. “Then we will do what we can to bury him,” remarked Lord Genlis, grimly, and looking about him. “To bury him, my lord! How in the name of all that is impossible are we to get his body out of that?” exclaimed Bashfort, pointing at the pit. “We will not get the body out,” re- plied Lord Genlis. “We will bury it where it is. Come, I shall fear that the vile thing will craw] up, dead, unless we heap something upon it. Stand aside, Wilford,” he added to Capt. Osred, who obeyed instantly. “This is to begin with,” continued Lord Genlis. And dragging to the edge of the opening the heavy iron-rimmed wheel, upon which he had been sitting, he gave it a furious thrust with his foot. The great wheel, nearly half the cir- cumberence of the well shaft, toppled over into the pit, and was heard to splash as it struck the water far be- tow; and the mouth of the shaft seem- aoise of the concussion below boomed up. lis, sniffing at the air. “Brimstone or sulphur?” “Burnt hair,” replied Bashfort, grin- ning. “I tell you, the flame of. my torch singed his hair and/beard. He was already dead.” “Nevertheless, we must make sure. Lower your torch again. Let us see if that wheel broke his death-grip.” Again Bashfort threw himself upon Occident to Orient. Some profess to think that Teddy ts going West to shoot some bears, just to show congress what he can do in a fair fight —Detroit Tribune. Better seed wheat is the battle cry aiona the Soo. iis breast and lowered the torch by neatis of the twine. “Well?” asked Lord Genlis. “He has disappeared—the wheel ulso,” replied Bashfort, as he gazed lownward. “The wheel had too much iron 6n it © float,” said Lord Genlis. “But see ‘ou any signs of the wizard?” even | ed to emit a smothered roar as the ; “What smell is this?” said Lord Gen- | The Sorcerer of St. Giles By PROF. WILLIAM H. PECK. “He has sunk— Ah! I think I seea part of his gown or coat. No—I can see nothing now except the surface of the water. The body has sunk. Doubt- less the wheel struck it, carried it to the bottom and now holds it down, my lord,” said Bashfort; and as he ceased speaking he began to draw up his torch. “Here, Bashfort,” said Lord Genlis, who had passed around the opening to the ragged window beyond it. “Help me with this stone sill. We will make sure of him.” Bashfort, having drawn up his torch, obeyed, and he and his master threw into the well not only the massive stone sill of the window, but bricks and tiles and hearthstones of an old chimney place of the room, until Capt. Osred, growing impatient, exclaimed: “Come! Had the man had forty lives you would have destroyed all by this time. I am hungry and faint, and nearly in a fever for want of sleep.” “Well, I think he is safe enough,” remarked Lord Genlis, as he wiped his steaming brow. “No doubt of that, my lord,” replied Bashfort. “But I wish I knew where to find those hidden hoards of thou- sands he spoke of. I'd like to be his heir.” “Of course you have prepared a room for us?” asked Capt. Osred. “Or is that which Miss Beauclair is in the only furnished apartment in this vile old edifice?” “Oh, never fear, sir,” replied Bash- fort.. “I had my orders from my lord what to do, and to prepare a room for his own use and yours, sir, on the same floor as that of the young lady. It is a pity she is delirious, or else Martha might leave her long enough to get you up a famous supper from the stores I purchased in Galway. But I am no mean cook myself, as my lord well knows.” “It is a pity that the young Jady is delirious,” remarked Lord Genlis, breaking in upon what Bashfort was saying, “else to-morrow I would have some one from Killeany, or from Kil- ronan, to make you, Wilford, and Hel- en Beauclair man and wife—for we must take good care to make the mar- riage knot a firm one.” “I would r@ther win her heart be- fore than after marriage,” said Capt. Osred. “When I first saw her in Lon- don, and before I knew that she was the heiress of whom you had written to me while I was in Holland, I be- came passionately in love with her beauty.” “[ knew you would,” replied Lord Genlis, with much animation, “and so pointed her out to you without first telling you that she was that heiress whose great wealth, in our hands, would win a pardon from the king, both from you, and for me—for you, for handling the king’s money too freely at*the gambling table while you were the treasurer of your regiment— for me, for my share in plots of which we need not speak now.” “Oh, as for that,” remarked Capt. Osred, flippantly, “had the wife you intended for me been as ugly as He- cate herself, but as rich as Helen Beauclair’s uncle had made her, 1 should not have refused to go with you, hand-in-hand, in any scheme by which I might purehase my way back to the gay life and good station that once were mine in London. But now passion for the lady herself urges me on. Yet I wish that it were as we hoped.” “In what?” “That she loved no one—that this | Clarence Darrell, of whom Sosia spoke, had never won her love.” “Sosia lied!” “Nay—you forget her words and rec- ognition of the miniature. It is very plain that I must make her forget Clarence Darrell e’er I can win her love.” 4 “That for her love!” said Lord Gen- | lis, snapping his fingers, with a ges- ture of disdain—“that for her lover, too! He is locked up yonder in Lon- don, true—and, doubtless, in that he did not lie. for, like you, I am famously famished, and I feel that I shall eat with a noble zest since that shrewd villain is dead.” Bashfort had already left the room, while-the others had lingered to ex- change a few words—words which were greedily heard by concealed Clarence. “The scar of that blow that scoun- drel Clarence Darrell gave me,” said Capt, Osred, as he followed his father, “is still plain on my cheek. The ras- cally engraver must have worn a large ring on the harid with which he struck | me, for my cheek was gashed to the bone.” “Well, wed the woman he loves, and you will give him that gash upon the heart which Zeno Sosia seemed to de- sire to strike there,” said Lord Genlis, as they moved away; and Clarence Darrell could hear no more of their conversation. “So,” thought the concealed lover, “Helen is here—somewhere in this an- cient building—and delirious! Deliri- ous she might well be, after being un- der the fearful effect of Sosia’s trance- pellet for so long a time. And this Lord Genlis, of whom I remember having heard something dark, has been if what the sorcerer said was | But let us follow Bashfort; | Osred is to be made Helen’s husband! Dear Helen! I wish thy guardian an- gel could whisper in thy ear that thy true lover is not far from thee, and ready to die for thee! Delirious! That is unfortunate, for else to-night I might rescue her—for I know this strange old ruin better than those whose pris- oner she is. They are satisfied Sosia is dead. So am I, and as pleased as they are. They have gone to eat, and then to repose. I will descend, and cautiously explore the place. I wish I knew in what part of the house Hel- en is.” He was about to clamber down from the mass of broken and entangled rafters, when he heard the sound of approaching footsteps—a firm and quick step, like the ‘stride of a strong and resolute man. “Ha!” muttered Clarence, crouching low again among the rafters, “let us see who comes here now.” CHAPTER IX. Daring and Resolute Lover. The torch light carried by the per- son whose approach had startled Clar- ence soon enabled the young man to recognize the swarthy and savage features of Neil Bashfort, who had re- turned to seek for his knife, which had fallen from its sheath near the open- ing of the door of the well-room. Evidently this was Bashfort’s only purpose in returning, yet he paused a moment and gazed at the dark and yawning mouth of the pit. “I wonder,” he said, framing his thoughts into spoken words, “if the spirit of the sorcerer will ever return to haunt my dreams like that of the young gentleman { killed at York does? Sometimes I think I see the face of that man in the dark places about me,” he added, rolling his eyes about him. “It is very strange, too. It would take some time, to number on my fingers all who have passed from life to death by my plotting; yet nev- er has the face of any one of them haunted my thoughts nor my dreams, save the face of him across whose throat I drew my knife as he slept in the Boar inn at York. And twice this day has the image of that man thrust dreadful terror upon my soul—twice!” He shuddered ase spoke. A slight noise in the well shaft startled him. He drew nearer to the opening, held his torch so that its radiance fell far down within the shaft, peered down and listened. “Rats,” he said; “monstrous rats! The place swarms with them.: I saw many yesterday, and wondered why they were here among the ruins, and what they fed upon. If the body of Sosia ever rises, these four-footed ras- cals will have a merry feast upon him. But I must away to prepare supper and dinner, all in one, for my lord and his son.” He turned, and, passing between the skeleton uprights, which alone re- mained of the wal] that had once di- vided the two rooms, entered that in which Clarence was concealed. There were many loose laths and splinters lying ‘about; Bashfort re- mained in the room to collect a few to use in cooking. His thoughts were still upon the fearful crime he had committed at York, more than twenty years before, and he uttered them aloud, in a low, growling tone, as he gathered an arm- ful of laths and splinters, yet loud enough to be heard by Clarence. “Twice to-day,” said Bashfort, “have I felt that horrible terror that always grapples my heart and makes a cow- ard of me when I see the face of the young man whose throat I cut at York. First, I dreamed of it as I slept on the bench this morning on the platform of the cliff—dreamed I was as he was when I made instant end of his guar- dianship of the child Sosia bribed and forced me to steal—my chin a-peak in the air, my limbs locked in sleep— ugh! that was a horrible dream!” he added, pausing in his work and draw- ing his sleeve across his face and eyes. (To Be Continued.) The Waiter’s Reward. The head waiter at a big hotel was purple. with rage. “The mean skin- flint.” he cried, “the swindling Yan- kee!” . “What's the matter?” asked the man- ager. 3 “Matter?” asked the head waiter; “why, that long, lanky American chap that was here last month. Before he went away he took me to one side and said he’d run short of ready money, but as soon as he got up to London he'd send me a piece of paper that would make me smile.” “Well?” said the manager. “It’s come,” continued the infuriated napkin wielder. “That’s all right,” said the other. “Is it a fiver?” “No,” came the reply. “It’s a pic- } ture post-card of the hippopotamus at the zoo, and he’s written on it, ‘Thy bright smile haunts me still.’ ”—Tit- Bits. Quite Enough. Editor—What’s the matter with the shoc dealer who just went out? Business Manager —- Something wrong in his advertisement. “What was it?” “Well, he says he wrote ‘Our shoes speak for themselves,’ and in the pa- per it says ‘Our shoes squeak for them- selves,’ that’s all.’"—Yonkers States- man. a The Story and the Line. “Do you believe the story about the man who uses a large rubber band for a clothes line?” “No.” “Why not?” ‘ : How They Light Cigars. I overheard a conversation between three gentlemen in the iobby of Young’s the other day, just as they were coming out from lunch and light- ing their cigars. Two were strangers, the other man evidently belonging to the city. He had just passed a light to his friend, when one of them re- marked: “Ever notice the difference in the way men light cigars?” Both of his hearers agreed they had not. “Well, the Boston man takes a match out of his safe, lights it, offers the light to his friend, and then lights his own cigar. The Philadelphia inan fires up his own tobacco first and then passes the match to his friend. But: a New York man calmly lights his own cigar and then throws the match away.”—Boston Traveler. Had Seen Others as Slow. Lew Fie’ds and Oscar Hammerstein were standing in front of the Fields theater the day after the blizzard. Mr. Hammerstein was watching the efforts of the horses to make headway on the icy pavements. ‘“Poor brutes,” he remarked, “see how they slip and fall. They don’t seem to be ready to make any head- way.” “Well,” answered Fields, “they are getting along as fast as a number of horses I fancied at Sheepshear Bay last summer.”—New York Press. It Was Kitty’s Flea. Little Mary was playing with the cat. Her mother observed that she was making a close examination of the animal’s fur, and finally asked her: “What>are you doing, Mary?” “Oh, mamma,” cried the child, “I just found a flea in kitty’s coat.” “Well, and did you kill it?” asked the mother. 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