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Passenger train No. 2 was whirling
Ik load of humanity over the Mohavo
leiwrt, a great, wide ox pan so of mld
uountaln country whoso parched
bosom baa exposed many an uncanny
I lecret of death from thirst and Indian
J ievlltry. Wearied with the monoto-
'sous view of treeless, waterless plains,
. the passengers gladly welcomed the
Ipproach of twilight. The sun went
town In an angry glare, outlining tho
bare peaks of a far-away range in
fantastic forms, and gradually ,as night
tamo on. there were more hopeful
signs of vegotatlon. It was tho 24th
of December, and most of tho passen
gers were building on spending a mer
ry Christmas In the favored apota of
'the land of sunshine and flowers
Suddenly wo hoard tho warning
ihriek of tho cnglno, and saw a scat
tered band of cattlo flying away in
terror from cither sldo of tho trtack.
Again tho engine shrloked, tho train
larked nervously and seemed to sway
uncertainly on Its course
The next moment wo woro bounding
alOTg tho tics In an uncomfortable and
terrifying manner. Tho cries of star
tled women were drowned In tho roar
of escaping stoam, and panic-stricken
men looked vainly for means of es
cape. A group of Mexicans, awakened
from sleep by the jar, plunged head
long through an open window as
though the devil woro after them. The
twin finally spent Its speed, and tho
thoroughly frightened passengers
merged to learn tho number of tho
dead and wounded, and to tender what
aid they could. The cnglno was com
pletely hidden In a groat cloud of
team, which marked Its position about
half tho length of tho train. When
the steam finally exhausted ttsolf, a
ad wreck was exposed. Tho tender
of the engine was upturned, and the
engineer sat upon a piece of wreckage
dazedly nursing an Injured hand. Tho
. fireman was some dlstanco away, his
hair and whiskers singed by the hot
outpour from tho engine. Neither was
'$HrlouBly Injured, and not a passenger
'iSwiw scratched. Beside tho track, shlv
' taring lu the throes of death, lay a
otuuuuouiuu oicvi uiu cuuau ui ail LUtt
f4niil.A tit- 1. 1 1.- A l-i ..-
.uuuuiu. nin lietH. Mill ui'VH iwisieu oy
a mnd rush at the cowcatcher. As the
engineer's eyes fell upon the form of
the animal a smllo of satisfaction
spread over his wan faco. as ho said:
"That critter must navo been In tho
bull fights at soma tlmo In. his career,
for when he spied that red flag yonder
on the cowcatcher, ho shook his head
viciously and rofusod to leave tho track
with the rest of thorn. I slowed up
and whistled several times to give him
a chance, but ho only snorted defiantly,
kicked his heols In the air and kept on
his stubborn course. Finally ho turn
ed, and I opened the throttlo wide,
thinking that the beat method of
throwing him cloar of tho track. With
n angry roar he camo full at tho en
gine, his head bent low to tho track.
We all know the rest."
Tho steer at onco bocamo an object
of great Interest to tho relic fiend. One
n"n secured a horn and another cut
out a tooth, nnd tho next day vnrlous
eamora views wore taken of tho vali
ant animal that had wrocked a train.
We wero twenty miles from tho next
station, and tho eastbound passenger
was due within an hour. Luckily a
telegraph operator was on the train
and the wires wero hastily tapped so
that tho dispatchers could bo Informed
of the accident and hold the trains
We passed a cheorloss night on tho
desort, and Christmas morning found
us a disconsolate party. There was no
dining car attached to the train, and
tho3o travelers that woro not provided
with lunch baskots railed at tho Ill
luck that had placed them In so mis
erable a plight Finally, some of them
wont on a foraging expedition, and
down the track a fow miles they locat
ed a soctlpaViouso controlled by Mex
icans. -Horo Uioy appeased their hun
ger oh frljolos, chile con camo and
thl other warm dlsiies of tho natives.
PjA wrecking train at length arrived on
f " tho scene, but tho work of repair was
j slow and tedious. Several yards of
i track had been torn up, and it was
J necessary to construct a "shoo-fly"
ji around the wreck. This took tho
greater part of tho day. Moauwhlle
the passengers lookod on In a holnless
way, and all vowed that they had never
passed a Christmas amid such desolate
surroundings. 0. N. Stark.
For Christmas Gi-Virtf.
Tho HoDklns fnmilv wnr -.. .
match boxes, and if thro 1 nnn ,.,
on which tho Independent nnd diverse
uimuea nupi.ins ramiiy stands as a
unit It Is that a match linr i, nu..i
for overy room. Ono by one tho boxes
nan uiunppenreu. Tiie tin ones had
fallen to pieces and the china ones had
1 .r'ii "" wuo" mevHopjcins
famllv.ttid to tho saucer oUfiatchea
wu v3 .mum luumoi or 10 tno paste
board box In tho kitchen whnn !,..
wanted a light. Their gas bill ln.
creased perceptibly, for with so much
trouble as It took to light the gas one
could not turn It off so Instantaneous
ly as tho gas companies have trained
householders Into doing. Consequent
ly Inquisitive nolghbors from beneath
or above, or across tho way, gossiped
over the amount of company tho Hop
klnscs seemed to be having lately, for
a regular glare of Illumination stream
ed out nightly from their windows.
It was a queer thing that no ono
seemed able to think of the family
necessity till twilight came. Then reg
ular remarks would bo made, and Ma
rlon would blame Alice, and Alice
would ask Tom why ln the world he
couldn't toko a little responsibility,
nnd Mr. Hopkins would Inquire of his
wife if there was no ono ln the family
who could go surety for the appearance
of some match boxes by the next even
ing. And thon next day Alice would
come homo from down town and her
mother would ask her If she had re
membered the match boxes, and blank
Is too feeble a word to describe the
expression of her faco on those soveral
For two weeks they said things un
der their breaths ln the Inky dark
ness, or burned gas recklessly. Thon
one morning Marlon departed for her
eeml-weekly music lesson down town
and said the same old thing "I'm go
ing to get somo match boxes today"
and her mother smiled patlontly and
replied: "If you should happen to re
member It, dear, you might get the
whole number Ight"
That noon Alice came homo from
the north side, where she had been
staying for a few days, and laid a par
cel triumphantly In her mother's lap.
"I didn't even have them sent out,"
sho said, gleefully. "I was so deter
mined to have them here tonight. I
was Just getting on a car and hap
pened to think of them by seeing a
man light his cigar, so I got off. There
are eight of them."
Mrs. Hopkins was properly glad and
they laughed together over Marlon's
declaration that morning, and of how
for tho last time they would call that
blank expression Into play before they
'showod her that somo one ln the fam
ily had at last remembered. By and
by Marlon camo.
"I've got them," sho called. "The
"Sixteen match boxes," said Mrs.
Hopkins, with resignation. "Choose
the prettiest, girls, and wo'll put tho
r'est away for another such emer
gency." That evening Mr. Hopkins came ln
with his face wreathed in smiles.
"Tho young fry are so hot-headed
these days," he remarked, as ho com
placently laid a knobby bundle in his
wife's lap. "I'm sorry for Tom."
"What about Tom?" asked Mrs.
Hopkins, as sho felt suspiciously of tho
"We had started home togother,"
said Tom's father, tho keenest enjoy
ment In his voice, "and wore up to
Van Buren, when Tom Jumped up and
made for the platform. I called to him
and he yelled back 'Match boxes!' nnd
shot out tho door. I tried to get to
THEN HIS EYE FELL ON THE
hlra to tell him that I'd got tho batch,
but ho was gone. What's tho matter?
Didn't I get enough?"
Allco exerted herself feverishly to
get the twenty-four receptacles ar
ranged on a table before Tom's arrival,
and when Tom camo he didn't for a
minute understand his reception. Then
his eye fell on the tableful of distorted
shapeu aud he slowly added his quota
to the general contribution, while his
father gavo an impromptu lecture on
haste vs. waste. Tho Hopkins family
have concluded to glvo match boxes
for Christmas presents this yoar.
A Lo-Ver's Wish.
Slnco you cannot, will not, dear,
Qlvo your tricksy hoart,
Let me murmur in your ear
Joy you may Impart
Write to kind old Santa Claua
Plead as I would woo
Beg him Just to send to me
Christmas dream of you.
Some people aro willing to be good It
paid for it and others aro rood for
Scaring S"anta Claus.
You afraid of Santa Claus? Goodnoss
mo, I'm not! .
I m lots too big to let him tnnke me
'Sides, a year ngo I saw him, right on
So now hu wouldn't scold mo If ho
Yet., slrree! He's big an' fat, Uko his
An' I was slttln' by tho chlmley, too
Whon he lit right on tho hearth, shook
tho snow flakes off,
An turned to mo, an says: "Why,
Neu I run back to the door so'n to
lock him In
"I'm protty well," I says; an' ncn we
An" talked a lot about his work, an
ho told me, ho did,
'Twas hard to got uround when
you'ro so fat.
Blme-by I says, "I hopo you won't for
got mo Christmas day,
Although I'm not tho best of chil
If you should do so, I'm afraid I'd havo
to tell the boys
That h'llevo ln you 'Thero ain't no
My! Dldn'o ho turn palel He caught
holt o' my hand;
Says "Don't do that, please, for I
I'll give you heaps o' things you wont,
'f you'll b'lievo ln me,
An let tho other children do so too!"
So wo mado a 'greomont, an' I will
have some things
At Christmas tlmo, you bet! What's
that you say?
Don't b'llove I over reared old Santa
Claus? Well now,
Jest ask him, if you seo him Christ
Nobody's like old Santa Claua
With his red and Jolly face;
There's not another around the glob
Can travel so swift a pace.
His twinkling eyes, and his merry
HIb chuckle of bubbling glee
Nobody else 1b so dear by half
To Dad and Mother and Mo.
He doesn't forget tho baby sweet
As sho rocks ln her cradle white;
Ho has tlmo to wait for tho lagging
Of his old, by candle-light.
Ho has gifts and gifts for tho young
Who onclrclo the Christmas Tree;
Aud ho has tho love to his latest day
Of Dad and Mother and Mo.
The froet Is chill in the nipping blast.
Smooth Is the icy mere;
The short fleet days go hurrying past
To the last of tho waning year.
And never was nose of the summer's
give to tho others, and
when the treo Is still burning, amid
tho laughter and shouting of the chil
dren, tho presents aro distributed.
In Qermany, too, St Nicholas cornea
around three weeks bofore Christmas.
It Is St Nicholas' day, and tho chil
dren on this day make known their
wants for the Christmas season. Then
ho Is supposed to drive away to an un
known land and get his loads of goods,
bringing thorn back for tho Christmas
A Child's Query.
In all tho Santa Claus pictures,
I've seen In my little day,
He's traveling across the snow-drifts
With a reindeer before a sleigh.
And this is the thing about It,
I'd really like to know
Does ho travel in a wagon
When thero Isn't any snow?
Thoro nln't no flies on Santa Claus,
He's neither old-fashioned nor slow,
I know how he comos to our houses,
When thoro Isn't any snow,
He comes not In any old wagon,
Ho's smart and as sharp as an icicle,
He straps his pack tight on his hock
Aud wheels Into town on his blcyclo,
Oaly the llfo that has mountain
heights to tap the clouds can hav
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CHAPTER IX. (Continued..)
looking on, thankful for his wife's
temporary brightness, was Oervls, too
much encumbered by his lobes of ici
cles and snow to Join tho dancers, mid
holding his hand was little, misshapen
Syb she, too, perforce, being n spec
tator and never an actor In tho merry
games of life.
"It's a pretty sight. Isn't It, Httlo
Syb?" heartily said Oervls, determined
in his honest, munly fashion to be
proud of the wife ho had won.
Gladdy, light as a sprite, was dart
ing up and down In tho old-fashioned
dance, nnd every eye was llxod upon
her dainty flguie, in Its dress of sil
very brocade. Sho, too, had blood-red
berries fastened In tho folds of her
wedding gown and a great bunch on
her left shoulder.
"If Lelln had on a dress of silver
brocade, and diamonds on her neck,
sho would look n thousand times pret
tier thnn that thin girl!" was Syb'B
harsh reply, as she glowered at tho
shining Httlo figure dancing up and
down tho middle.
Before tho Btartled Oervls could col
lect himself to reply a disagreeable,
low laugh made both Syb aud ho turn
Toinplc-Deno was liberty hall, nnd
tho scientist had again shut hltmolt
up In his room all day, deep In somo
abstruse calculations, doubtless. But
the music nnd laughter had drawn
tho hermit from his cell, nnd he stood
closo behind them, with a strange,
mocking nnille on his thin lips.
"Little missy has distinct powers of
discrimination, evidently," Paul Ans
riell said, fixing his black eyes full on
tho frowning face of tho deformed
child. At tho same tlmo ho lifted his
right hand, but, on second thought,
dropped it at his side furtively.
"You ought to have boon among tho
merry dancers, Anadoll," said Oervls,
a Httlo puzzled by his new friend.
"Tho merry dancers?" repeated the
scientist quickly. "Why, do you know
what you are saying? The merry
dancers are the famous northern
lights, and wo folk across tho herring
pond hnvo a superstition that they
aro never seen save beforo somo ter
While Paul was speaking his gaze
grew more Intent, and his dark eyes
seemed to be drawing out the soul
of the deformed child. The frown had
faded from her uplifted face and ln
its stead an expectant look leaped. It
was as though she were saying dumb
ly: "I am ready! What would you havo
with me, my master?"
"Well," retorted Gervls, whoso eyes
wandering back to tho quaint old
dance had lost the byplay, "If tho mer
ry dancors are to bring a calamity,
It must bo upon yourself, Alnsdcll, see
ing wo have no such superstition
among us that I know of." And ho
moved off, with a train of clamoring
children at his heols.
Tho danco was over, and lnughlng.
chattering nnd fluttering, the dancers,
old and young, gathered around Lady
Jnne, who, determined to have a va
riety of entertainment at her Christ
mas party, was urging a shrinking,
shy boy to reclto "The Mistletoe
"You know, Bobby, you can do It
boautlfully, and Mrs. Templeton
ould like to hear It so much!"
Bobby Vane was the big brother
om Eton of tho small llsper ln blue
elvot who clung to daddy's skirts
hen he could.
Bobby was a born reciter, but, un
rtunately, shy horribly shy.
However, at last, cajoled, hustled
hd goaded, tho boy, with his ears
Ink and his knees knocking together
-for he had never fnced so largo an
udlnnce rushed at his task.
After the first lino Bobby felt his
tct His voice was good, clear, sweet
nd round ns a boll; It showed no hint
of breaking as yet.
The gay company, breathless and In
tent, closed round tho youthful reciter
ns tho old legend In vorso fell In clear,
dropping syllables from his lips:
Tho mistletoe hung in the castle hall,
nnd tho holly-branch shono on the old
And the baron's retainers were blltho
Keeping their Christmas holiday.
And as the poem wont on all woro
forcibly lmpressod by the curious simi
larity of tholr present surroundings
to those detailed by tho reciter.
The old world ballroom, with Its
dark oak rafters, its rows of glittering
armor for Temple-Dene was notod
for Its armor tho "goodly company"
of gallants and fair dames, the merry
children, tho old panelod walls blush
ing red with lavish wealth of scarlet
holly berries; while here 'and there
and everywhere, In tho most unex
pected places, large bunches of mlstlo
too hung to tempt and entrnp tho un
wary And, ubovo all, thoro was tho
chief feature, tho bride
Tho star of that goodly company.
"I think wo ought to carry It out
to tho letter!" excitedly cried Gladdy,
when the recitation was over, and the
deafening npplauso causo shame-faced
Bobby to flee for shelter behind a suit
of shining armor,
"A dear, wild child, this now daugh
ter of mlno," blandly said Lady Jane
to her dowager cronies, ns Gladdy sped
through tho hall to tho distant stair
case. If Gladdy had not beon tho great
American helresa she was, hor cscap- J
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ado would have boon promptly frowuud
down, they know very well.
Upstairs, In tho gallery that ran
round tho hull, Paul Ausdell was pac
ing up nnd down, with folded arms
and deeply frowning brow.
Tonight meant for this limn other
things than It did for tho merry
makers below. The crucial nioinoiit
had come when ho wns about to stake
his all. Either ho would bo In a po
sition to grasp a fortune, or he would
find himself In n prison cell. That
As ho paced along tho gnllory a Unlit
footstep como behind him. So light
was Its pattor that Paul did not ho.ir
As ho turned ho faced a Httlo figure
In gloaming silver robes with patches
of crlniBon hero and thero blood-red
berries and at hor throat u dazzle
It was Oladdy, on tlptoo.
"I havo como to hide to hide!"
Her volco abruptly died away, for
Paul Ansdell's eyes held her. Her whole
flguro drooped, tho Joyousncss died
out of her smnll face, and hor eyes
grew largo and dilated ns they gazed
back, almost glued to those of tho
Motionless, Immovable, she waited
wlillo ho drew nearer to her. There
was for her tho fascination of tho vic
tim for tho rattlesnake.
And while tho two-master and tool
came closer and closer, there came
floating up from below the sounds of
music and revelry nnd gay laughter.
Tho dancing had begun again, and
there was a flash of changing color as
the couples whlrlod round.
In tho gallery u strango sllonco
One little watcher, hlddon closo be
hind a bank of ferns and festoons of
holly borrlos, could hear her own heart
beats. It was Syb, the deformed girl, who
had stolen away from the throng of
merrymakers an hour slnre.
Something strange aud unennny had
befallen Syb, somo Inscrutable influ
ence hold her prisoner. Her will was
chained up, sho was powerless to come
and go as she would.
But only so far was sho dominated.
Every other sense sho hnd was alert.
And she watched with wonderment tho
bride, whom bIio hated for standinlg
ln the placo thnt should havo boon
Lella'B, droop visibly beforo the slowly
waving hands of Paul Ansdell, tho sci
entist Tho strain not to Ioho any
thing ln tho strango scene being en
acted boforn her was too much for
Syb even to wondor why tho long,
lean hands wont up nnd down, up and
down, slowly nrid mothodlcnlly.
Tho gay music from below roso and
fell, and between Its bursts Syb'sshnrp,
young cars caught the hissed out com
mand as Paul Ansdoll bent over the
Httlo crouching flguro In stiver bro
cade: "Go! Do my will!"
With a faint, almost Inarticulate
cry Oladdy straightened herself, nnd,
turning, went slowly nlong tho gallery.
Paul Ansdell's eyes followed her until
sho disappeared on the opposito Bide.
Tho music below ceased with a
crash of chords, tho danco was over,
nnd in the lull Syb heard u sharp
So did Paul Ansdoll, for he quickly
lifted his head, and a gray pallor crept
over his faco.
Thon ho hurried away In tho direc
tion of the bachelors' wing, whoro ho
had beon located on his arrival.
"I hate him, too!" Irritably said Syb.
In truth, the poor, misBhapcn girl
hated most people.
As If some baleful thing hnd depart
ed, she roso and shook herself. The
holly had scratched her thin, baro
arms, and thero waH a trlcklo of red
that dropped on her whlto muslin
"Ugh! It's all horrid!" flhc shud
dered Impatiently. "I wish Leila and
I could run away from it all, and live
In a cottage by ourselvos," sho mur
mured, ns sho went wandering round
the horse-shoo gallery.
For to this afflicted child all tho
music and brightness ai.d Cnristmns
Joy in tho hall below was gall and
Even tho maddest, merriest of rev
elers must grow woary.
Tho Cnrlstmaa merrymakers flagged,
the gay music dragged a little slowly;
here and thero a tired child-guest
yawned In a eomer, then nodded, and
finally was carried away In a deep
Outsldo, under tho stars, n long lino
of carriages waltnd, nnd tho hostess,
with tired eyos, wondered why peoplo
did not go.
It had been a fatiguing day for
Lady Jane and for Lelln, who had not
spared herself In helping. Sho nnd
Iady Jane, sldo by sldo, ran the gnnt
Iet of the Interminable good-byes from
exhausted but delighted guests.
The Christmas gathering hnd beon
tho greatest success tho county had
known for years, and Iaily Jane was
excited by tho flatteries and thanks
of tho departing guests.
"Where's your wife, dear? She
ought to havo boon here to seo tho
Lady Jano laid hor hand on hor son's
arm. Sho was, in her tired state, ready
to bo cross oven with tho heiress.
"Oladdy? I'm suro I don't know,',
Oervls yawned. ITo was pining to
get off ills Hiintn Chins trnpplngs, and
to uo a quiet pipe by himself.
A quarter of nn hour later nearly
every snul under tho Templo-Dono
roof was echoing Uidy Jnuo'a ques
tion. Whoro w:ih the bride?
Not In her own room, not In tho
hot. deserted ballroom: sho wns not
In the upper gallery, where tho llghti
wero nlrendy beltig put out.
All sense of fatigue wns put to (tight
by n Vflgtio terror of somo evil hang
ing over tho house of Tomplo-Dono.
Under tho ancient roof only two
persona did not share tho terrified ex
citement when It wns discovered that
Mrs. Oervls Templeton wns nowhere
to bo found Its master and tho Amor
Oorvls himself was petrified. Ho had
brought all his strength of wilt to
bunr on nobly doing his duty to tho
woman ho had won for his wife. No
ono but ho would evor know how
hard the light hnd been.
And now It was all In vain, for
Oladdy hnd gone where, no ono know.
Slnco tho Journey on tho Canadian
Pacific railway, over tho snow-covered
prairies, Oladdy had been n bewilder
ing piizzlo to hor husband. Her vngar
les had mado him Borretly wonder at
times If ho hnd married a lunatic
Thon ngnln a great fear would loom
up that his wlfo had Inherited some
terrlblo wnatlng disenno, and was about
to slip through his fingers nnd out of
But this catastrophe on Christmas
night eclipsed all that he had oven
Oladdy gone! Sho who hnd beon tho
merriest, gladdest, happiest of all tho
"goodly coinpanlo! " It was Inscrut
able, horrible, maddening!
Out Into tho freezing night went
pnrtlett of searchers. Not a man un
der Templo-Dono'B roof, gontlo or
Blmplo, snvo two Its maBtor and tho
American guest, Paul Ansdoll but
Joined the anxious hunt
All wus ln vain!
"Nothing moro ran be done until tho
daylight comes," hoarsely Bald Oervls,
au ho strode Into tho still gayly lighted
hall, and sUimpod tho hard lcod snow
off his boots.
His faco was gray, nnd a strnngo
look" of ago had crept oved It, which
made It startllngly llko that of his
Lady Jane, worn out and spent,
crouched down besldo tho grcnt yulo
log, that crncklod and roarod, tho only
cheery thing around.
She and Gervls gazed blankly at each
other. What had they done, tho two
were asking one another silently, that
this disgrace should have come to
"Can anybody tell me who saw or
spoke with my wlfo last?"
Thero waa a catch lu tho young
husbnnd's volco as ho put the question
to tho clrclo of anxlous-cyed senrchora
"Sho said sho was going to hldo.
Don't you remember?" Bobby Vano,
who had roclted, craned his neck for- ,
ward to Bay.
Then everybody did remember whnt
they had forgotten Oluddy's wild pro
posal to enact tho brldo In tho "Mistle
toe Bough," nnd n gasp of relief camo.
"Why, fiho's ln tho house somowhero,
safe and sound, laughing In hor sleeve
at us all; and wo'vo been for Uio last
hour tearing our clothes and tho skin
off our hands In that thicket of holly
bushes round tho pond!"
"loot's go nil over tho house again,"
suggested somebody else.
"Perhaps she's crept Insldo ono of
tho suits of armor," suggested Bobby,
with protruding eyes. What a talo It
was going to bo to carry back to
Another hour was spent In search,
but all fruitlessly.
(To bo Continued.)
A Defaulting- Chler Ate llmin Ilolled la
The manner In which ono defaulting
cashier was detected was rather pecul
iar, says tho Louisville Times. It was
all duo to tho curiosity of tho women
of his neighborhood. Ho wont to no
expenso In tho way of dressing, thoy
nevor hoard of his gambling or drink
ing to any extent, ho waB a model hus
band, but ho loved a good table. Thero
was nothing unusual In this, hut ono
day when tho ladles or tho vicinity
woro discussing tho best methods of
cooulng meats tho wlfo of tho caBhlor
declared vory Innocently that her hus
band doted on ham, hut ho would not
eat It unless It hnd been boiled ln
champagno. "Boiled ln champagne!"
exclaimed tno listeners. "Heavens,
how expensive; wo couldn't afford to
havo ham on our table often If wo
cooked It that way." It was soon
noised all around tho neighborhood
that Cashier Blank was a high liver,
Indeed, and tho men began telling of
his uplifted Ideas of cookery. Thli
Boon reached tho ears of tho directors
of tho bank, and thoy concluded It
might bo wlso to Investigate tho ac
counts of such an epicure. Plain wa
ter was nil thoy could afford for their
hams, so tho champagno lover won
called up and subsequently relegated
to tho pon, whero ho had to forego his
pet dish for many, many weary days,
lUttla In an Apiary.
A singular battle was witnessed re
cently ln an English apiary. A hive
of bees wns besieged by a largo swarm
of wasps. Tho bees mado valiant sor
ties to try to drive away tholr besieg
ers and tho wasps mado furious as
saults to drive out tho bees. Tho bab
tlo ragod for two days, at tho end of
which tlmo tho boos ovacuated the
alvo and tho wasp took possession.
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