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Hadn't he been for the last ten days in that dingy sittingâ€"room at No. 107, ,W-intred Street, watching that man in the house over the wayâ€"the man he knew had the countess's necklace; the man who was worth a. thousand pounds if he could catch him; the man against whom, though he'd gladly stake his life in a fair wager that he was the thief, he could not get just that tangible proof which would permit of his handing him over to the law, and so secure to him, Mr. Greet, the countess's handâ€" some reward 7 For ten mortal days his eyes had hardly been taken off the house which held the man he had mamked Yet how little he had learnt of Jean Byrne, the thief, who had a. room there, and whose every movement he had followed as far as possible, watching, like a cat does a mouse, from behind the faded red curtain of his windows! That was the man Who had the coun'tess’s ten thousand pounds' necklace ! The handle of the door was turn- ed. Mr. Greet only ventured a half- glance towards the person who had entered. He knew who it was, and he coul-d‘no't take both eyes off the house Over the way. ~ lt was a tall, handsome girl who entered, smartly dressed in a. walkâ€" ingâ€"costume, which set off her figure with an amount of coquettish grace. “Ah, Sue, so you’ve got here. Any news at the office ’2" » “Nothing at the office, dad! Let me kiss you, you dear old thing. ‘Oh, I shall be so glad to have you back from this business, dad. It's so awfully lonely at home, andiâ€"â€"nâ€"â€"” “Yes, yes; of course. But what do the fellows outside at the cornâ€" ers say ‘?” “Nothing. I’ve read their reports ~they’re here. They have found out nothing." ' "The fools !" said Mr. Greet irriâ€" tably. “Thirty bob a week, and they can’t find anything 1” “Well, I don’t know. It reallyl seems to me you've got a soft job, dad. Seven pounds a week, and you’ve only got a stare at that place opposite. When I was in the Post Office and had to work the tel- vegraphlâ€"vâ€"” “You think that because you’re a fool, Sue l” exclaimed Mr. C'reet somewhat ii'ritably. And then he added repentantly: “You’re a dear, good girl, Sue, and cloverer than thousands; but you don‘t know, my girlâ€"you don’t know everything !” “You're a bit upset, dad, over waiting for that thousand pounds the countess offered for the necklace. I wonder if you’ll get it ‘3” "Of course I shall i" snapped Mr. Greet. “Think I'm going to- be beaten _by that follow over the road? I-llallo! there’s my man going out, (Irresist up fine !” ‘ I-Ie peered out from behind the "blinds watching with quivering eag- erness the figure of Mr. Jem Byrne, as that worthy sauntered down the sfireet. “He’s gone Mews’s way,” he reâ€" manked. “Sharp chap, Mews. He won’t lose him, I'll bet." Trrr ! Chowâ€"chowâ€"chow l “I’d give a sov. to anyone who’d wring the neck of that infernal bird! the detective cried angrily. “What can people want keeping such a bundle of noise as that, d’ye think? We won't have a bird like that when we get our pub, Sue !” “I don’t want a pub, as you call it,” retorted Sue; “I hate them! 1%” ‘ “Oh, ah ! I know what you’d like !” cried Mr. Greet sarcastically. "That fellow Simpser hasn't been hanging about, has he ?” “,Mr. Simpscr is too- honorable to do such a thing," answered Sue hotly, "and it’s mean of you to im- agine such a thing. He’s a gentle- man, if he’s only a clerk in a. iner- chant's office, and Iâ€"iIâ€"--” “Well, let him coin his virtues in- to cash," said Greet doggedly. - “I don’t mind how quick he is about it; 1? Hallo i here’s my man come back again ! Wel,, I’Illfâ€"tâ€"e" He remembered his daughter’s presence in time to make a long whistle. “’Vl’cll, I’m blest ! If he hasn’t been and bought one, too! A canâ€"- ary, or I'll be hanged !" Mr. Byrne entered the house, and a moment or two later he appeared: at the window of his room with the cage. I-Ie was evidently fixing it up with a chain from the window-top. He could not see the canary, but it quickly commenced to-give proof of its presence. It began to sing, and. the widow’s canary ans'Wered back. For some moments he and the girl listened. “Dad,” she cried, suddenly puttâ€" ing out her hand, “if Mr. Simpser had five hundred pounds you said you’d let us get married." M‘r, Creet nodded angrily. " uni suppose he found the coun- tefls’n necklace ?" she asked. “’l‘lmn l-n should have the thou- sand pounds, and I’d throw you in, and I’d eat my head as well," snortâ€"' or! Mr. Greet. He looked at her Bus.7\i.‘ifil!‘;l‘.'. “I’m feeling lonely enough, Sue, by mysetf," he said “and Mrs. Bla‘ck, the landlady, would give you a bedroom here. I wish you’d join me. It’ll help pass the houns along and the office can shift for itself for a. day or two.” To his intense surprise she was de- lighted. Even with Sue for a companion the days passed slowly for Mr. Greet and each night brought with its darkness the sad reflection that the day had discovered nothing. The fourth day brought Mr. Creet's growing wrath to a head. Sue had been out for a short walk. He had insisted on her going out each day for an hour's constitutional. When she returned her face was very red, her dark eyes hardly seemed able to meet her father’s keen twinkling grey ones. II. She had met Mr. Simpser, and he had given her a note for her father. Mr. Greet snatched at it, and tore the envelope open with a face ex- pressive of the liveliest indignation. He started and laughed hoarsely. “Dear Mr. Greet"~â€"â€"athe letxter ran-â€" “I know you’re engaged in trying to discover the Countess of Deer- dale’s necklace. It is to be handed to Mossy Dick by a. messenger to- night between seven and eight o’clock in the barâ€"parlor of the Shipping Rain, Rotherhithe. I canâ€" not say whether the bearer of the jewels will be a man or a. woman; but, believe me, what I say is true. You know I would not risk losing your esteem by misleading you in thermatter. Don’t imagine, there- fore, that the above is not correct. â€"Yours faithfully, “John Siinpser." Mr. Greet tore the note into pieces flung them on the floor, and stampâ€" ed on them, while Sue watched him with a white face. “You’ll go, father; you’ll go ’2” she pleaded. “Go ‘2" snorted Mir. Greet. Go ? To be made a fool of? To be play- ed with, and made look a stin'pleton by an iinp‘udent upstart who med- dIBSOâ€"râ€"‘n “If what he says isn’t true, I’d never speak to him again i" cried Sue, with flashing eyes. “If you'll swear you’ll never speak! to the fellow again when I come; back, I’ll go," he declared. "If you come back and don’t find that Jack's said what is true, I'll never speak to him again !" she repeated detorminedly. At seven o’clock that night the barâ€"parlor of the Skipping Ram was empty, save for a. tall, thin, greyâ€" ha‘ired, and long greyâ€"bearded man, clothed in shabby black, whose small, twinkling eyes, placed consid-i erany too close together in his wrinkled, dust-grimed face with its long, beak nose, Were turned expectâ€" an’tly to the door. He had half finished his glass of' whiskyâ€"and-wa'ter when the door opened, and a woman, in widow’s! dress, and wearing a. heavy veil, cnâ€"' tere'd'. “So you’ve come ?” said the man, making no attempt to rise, but motioning her to seat herself beside him on a wooden ledge on which he rested. ' “You’ve brought it ?" he whisper- ed to her. She nodded, and drawing a Small parlcel from her pocket, was handing it to him, when with a cry . She turned and the man leaped to his feet. The door was hurled open, and two men appeared. “I am a detective,” said the first man, “and I arrest you, Mossy Dick and you, my lady, for being in possession of the Countess of Deer- dale's necklace.” A’s if paralysed the wonran looked at him dazedly. (Mossy Dick made no motion to take the packet. The detective took the packet from he: and handed it to Mr. Creet. "The sparklers, sure enough,” he said. Mr. Oree’t' opened the packet. It held the Countess’s necklace. “I congratulate you, Mr. Greet, on such a clever bit of work, and on having netted a thou’," remarked his comrade. Mr. Creet received his companion's congratulations meekly. He was wondering inwardly how things had come about. How did Simpser knOW‘ about the necklace ? Hlow was it that the old widow lady, tlm -. woman he had had such a. contempt for as the owner of that miserable canary, was concerned in the af- fair-‘2 He returned to Wintrod Street, still so puZzle'd over these things that he hardly noticed two cabs drive past him, as he entered the street. In one was a Weeping girl in nurse’s dress, while beside her sat a policeman. In the other was Mr. Jeni Byrne betWeen a couple of of; ficers. Mr Greet gave a sigh of satisfaction. It seemed quite natural that the next person he should meet should be Mr. Simpser. “Everything all right, Mr. Greet?" he asked. “Everything. You’ll come in, Mr. Si-mpser, won't you ? Sue’s inside. I'd like to hear from you how you got to know all this ?" "Certainly," replied Mr. Simpser, "certainly." ’He was a tall, wellâ€"made young fellow, with an honest face, and large grey eyes, which now sparkled somewhat mischievoust and trium- phantly. Mr. Greet hadnever be- fore been so pleased with his appear- ance. He had a good character, too. Blow pretty they looked together, he mentally remarked, as he intro- duced Si-mpser into the dining-room and Sue met him! Her face flushâ€" ed, her eyes sparkling. "Mad now tell me. How did you finld out about the necklace '?" asked Mr. Crcet. , “From information received, sir,” laughed Simrpser. “From whom ‘2" "From the very clever young lady detective who sits beside you,” reâ€" plied Simpser. And then Sue told her story. As she had listened to the singing of the widow’s supposed canary and to the notes of Mr. Jem Byrne's, it had suddenly recalled to her the memory of the noise of her old telâ€" egraph machineâ€"click, click, click. W'hirr ! click, click, click. What if the notes represented dots and dashes expressed in sound ‘? In a few moments she had satisfied herâ€"'take to self that they were. The widow lady and Jam Byrne were communâ€" icating with one another. Sue’s ears were quickly drinking it all in. “But how could they train a can- ary to sing just the notes they wanted ?" asked hir. Greet. “It was not a canary singing at all," replied Sue. “The birds you saw were fraudsâ€"henâ€"birds that never sang a note, merely put up for show. The sounds were made by Byrne and his confederate by means of those blowâ€"tubes we used, when children, to train canaries to sing. You can use them so that no one can tell the noise from the real thin-g, and, of course, you can put in just as many chowâ€"chow and t'rills as you want." “Well, I’m hanged !" Mr. Greet. ’ as V * § '5 Mh'. Greet declared he would not touch the rewardâ€"it was Simpscr’s fair enough, and he sighed over the exclaimed shattered vision 'of the publicâ€"house! to which he had hoped to retire. All difficulties, however, were ovei» come when Lord Deer'dale heard the story of the necklace's recovery, for he insisted on paying Greet the thou-sand pounds and Sue another. “And the bracelet’s cheap at that !" he declaredâ€"“dirt cheap !'â€"â€" London Answers. â€"â€"â€"â€"â€"-â€"6â€"â€"â€"â€"â€"â€"- HOW THE WORLD wnes. “It cannot be,” sighed the maid. “I respect you highly, ‘Mr. Bowen, but we are incompatible." “Well, I suppose it cannot be help- ed," the young man replied, pocket- ing his chagrin and looking about for his hat. “But it defeats all my cherished hopes. I had planned a house in which I fondly imagined We might be happy. It was to have a drawing-room twice as large as the ordinary size, with a capacious ward- robe in every room in the house." ‘ ‘St-ay, I-Iarry, ’ ' she ingly. “Perhaps I have been too hasty. Give me a day or two to think it over. It is not impossible th atâ€"th atâ€"â€"â€"’ ’ And Harry stayed. H-.. n u . . . up“ .... .... -â€" SL OW. I record, | , ‘Rosebcry exclaimed, “You have for- -- _______ .._,, / i» ’ . 11. PERSONAL POII‘ITERS. ._.â€"â€" Notes of Interest About Some Leading People. One of his possessions which Sir Edward LaWSon, who has just been made a peer, shows with pride is a huge volume containing a complete including all the newspaper articles, criticisms, etc., which it called forth, of the famous gathering cf children in Hyde Park which Sir Edward organized in the Jubilee week of 1887. A great soldier once said that the most skilful general could not get 20,000 men out of Hyde Park, but Sir Edward on that occasion took 30.000 children into the Park and out of it again, and he is properly proud of the achievement. A story is told that a lady travelâ€" ing in the same railway compartment with Lord ~Rosebery on leaving it dropped her umbrella on the foot- board. He at once rescued it and restored it to the fair owner, who received it without a Word oLthanks and was going away, when Lord gotten something, madam.” “In- deed! What is it?" she replied. “To say thank you,” said his lordship, much to the delight of the other ocâ€" cupants of the carriage. When the War in South Africa beâ€" gan Lord Brooke, the son of the Earl and Countess of Warwick, was a lad of seventeen, at Eton, and his parents naturally turned a deaf ear to his entreatics to be allowed to go to the front. When the Govern- ment began to appeal for volunteers, however, he ran away from school, lsold his fur coat and his jewellery, and bought a secondâ€"class ticket for the Cape. Touched by this display of spirit, the Earl of Warwick did not insist on his return. but obtain- ed a place for him as extra A. D. G. to Lord Milner. Dr. Lapponi, the Pope's physician, has had many experiences during his long attendance on the Pope of the Pontifi’s quiet humer. Once when he had given the Pope a powder to case a sore throat from which lie was suffering, the latter sat with the packet in his hand and made no move towards complying with his doctor's directions. Dr. Lapponi, determined that the pow- der should be taken, Waited a. while, and then cleared his throat a. couple of times in a pointed manner. “Take it.” said the Pope, handing him back the medicine; “you seem to need it more than I do!” There are several young Premiers 'in Various parts of the Empire, but the latest is the youngest of all. He is Mr. R. M’Bride, the new Premier of British Columbia, who was born in New Westminster, the original icapital of that western Canadian province, thirtyâ€"three years ago. He went to the other end of the Domin- ion for his education, as he is a graduate of Dalhousie University, Halifax. In 1892 he was called to Ithe Bar of British’ Columbia, and isix years later he entered the Parlia- lment of the provincc.of which he is new Prime Minister, so that his term of political preparation for the Premiership was less than five years. The King and the Prince of Wales have been pigeon fanciers for many years, and have at Sandringham two of the finest and best equipped lofts to be found in England, under management of Mr. J. Walter Jones, the local schoolmaster, who is con- stantly engaged in training the birds on a thoroughly scientific principle. The greatest achievement of the King's birds was four years ago, when he won the “Pigeon Derby," flying his homer the distance of 510 miles at a rate of 1,307 yds. per minute, and thus was first of the 132 birds which competed. In the same event two of the birds belong- ing to the Prince of Wales were third and fourth. ._..__._..+__.____ “How old does a single woman have to be before . said, falterâ€" ! an old maid?” asked the youth from re- 1: {Liidlovm “If homely and poor, :plied the Cunnuinsville sage, “she lbreaks into that class at twenty-five; the, she is considered 3 but if handsome and rich, ninety-nine I years is the‘ limit.” .-. ,Lm _ 'a“ . . . V Mr. PerkinsFâ€"That’s a pretty likely lookin’ boy you have theréiSam. 'IMr. Dobbsyâ€"He’s good enough if he wasn’t so all fired slow; why, if that boy had a’ had the job buildin’ the flood yit. ark we wouldn’t a' had the ‘ places. Occurrences m NEWS BY MAIL ABOUT JOHN BULL AND HIS PEOPLE. in the Land That Reigns Supreme in the Com- mercial. Wan-id. During lest year 1,295 vessels of the aggregate tonnage of 800,374: were built in the United Kingdom. London is said to possess at pres- ent no less than 313 parks and open spaces, while in 1884: their number Was only 102. Many of the Boer family Bibles taken from farms and found on the vcldt‘during the war, are, in re-_ sponse to Lord Robert's request, be~ ing returned to their original own-‘ ers. The dWelling in which Dickens found Mr. ‘Krook and Miss Flite, in ‘Bleak I-Iouse,’ is to be pulled down. It stands in Chichester rents, Chan- cery lane, at the corner near the lit- tle entrance to_ Lincoln's Inn. Sir Frederick Treves, who is about to retire, has established a record in performing a thousand consecutive operations for appendicitis without a death. Last year there were 15,- 000 operations for this malady, in Great Britain, with ninety per cent. of recoveries, including the King. A number of workmen, under the personal supervision of the Rev. S. Baring Gould, are making some im- portant investigations in the neighâ€" borhood of Lithfaen, Garnarvonshire. as to some Roman remains. Inter- esting results are expected as Ro- man works are plentiful in most parts of the county. Accomplishments of a scholastic as well as an agricultural kind are, it would appear, sometimes required of farm hands. Hero is an advertise- ment from a West of England paper: “Healthy young man wanted for small farm; must be early riser and able to kill pigs. Preference given to an educated person. Will be exâ€" pected to teach little boy when not required on farm.” A new Wesleyan Soldiers" and Sail- ors’ Home is to be erected at Ports- mouth, on the site of the old Wel- come Miss-ion. The architecture will be imposing, and there will be a hall in amphitheatre form to seat 670 persons. A hundred cubicles will be provided. The home is to be built in connection with the Twentieth Century scheme, by means of which, it is hoped, the number of such homes will be increased from 34- to 61. Lord Roberts, as Commanderâ€"in- Chief, addressing the cadets at the half-yearly prize distribution at the Royal Military Academy, Woolwich, said that, while the report was on the whole satisfactory, he was con- cerned to find them deficient in re- gard to spelling, knowledge of the English language, and map reading. He strongly advised them to set about improving themselves in this respect. He had more than once re~ fused staff appointments to men who, otherwise fully qualified, could not spell, or whose writing was illegible. It is easyto shift goods from one part of a room to another by put- ting them in a cage, hanging the cage on a single rail, and letting gravitation do the rest. That .111 principle is what a new company 111â€" tcnds to do for railway passengers between Liverpool and Manchester. One carriage, loaded with passengers, will be slung astride a single rail, built about five feet from the ground, with guiding rails on either side, to avoid side or up and doWn moveâ€" ment; it will travel by electricity at the speed of a hundred miles an hour â€"â€"and over. . The old royal yacht “Victoria and Albert” is to be broken up in Portsâ€" mouth dockyard, and such parts as the King desires will be preserved as mementoes of Queen Victoria. The yac’nt, designed by Oliver Lang, was the oldest and the handsomest royal yacht afloat. She was built in 1856 vsith a speed of seventeen knots, the whole of the internal arrangements being carried out from the desxgns of the Prince Consort. She was a heavy roller in a bad seaway, ’but very comfortable when anchored. lho Queen and Prince Consort used someâ€" times to live on board off Cowes, the royal children and schoolâ€"rooms and nursery. From some unexplained cause this season the British metropolis is . more than usually crowded With Americans. The fashionable west end is very full, and there all the hotels are crammed. During the day American and country visitors throng the streets; for the tourist in Lonâ€" don finds as.great a delight 'in Pic- cadilly or the Strand, looking in the shop windows or studying the crowds, as in “doing” the Show The streets of London at this season, as seen from the pave- ment or the top of’ a 'bus, are the most iasoinating sights the holiday visitor can find anywhere. Ameriâ€" cans affect to despise the rumbling. oldâ€"fashioned ’bus, but they seem to have caught the charm of the outside seats, and 'of being driven through the roar of London, and seeing not one town, but many, in the course (3‘! an hour or two's drive. There is perhaps greater variety in the met- ropolis than in any other city Europe can boast. . ._... 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