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 [S i'or OB, Love of BCer. ,-»â- â-  iâ€" â-  l0P=!- OF PRECEDING CHAPTERS. inthoD !a millionaire, is in love l"^- 1 fhp vouniz daughter of Graham •^"T 'a eentleman of wealth, who f ulation become involved. Muriel, k'^ti;!^ liking and respecting Anthon, him and tells her father so. .heartily Tiiot ^°"gg'h7r'to accept him. "This she J .. ' the impression that her father 'Sm and t^at he is willing tac- "' real liking and respect she can Her father, however, does net ifi vv-ho believes that Mnriel really '" It does not take very long after to convince him to the contrary, ^^' in ill respects Muriel endeavors to K^ ma true wife. Believing that he LtfoJirom her father what she t.ia i-s nothing, and their life passes enough until Russel_ receives Mexico which necessitates hii story of his twin brother '1»! the scapegrace of his family, who, .inaiiuarrel over cards accidentally 1 his friend, fled from home, disappear- v.z thought dead. The letter from ' i. iiowever, from him. Dying of 'alone among strangers, he implores 1 to "0 tD him. Muriel bids Russel vow he made his dying mother she says Ittf r from htr the the should he ever have -,4- .•_â- â- '•â- /â- â- '•«â-  te^SS1S^ZEr^"r^!«a«^~s-t«ift.T. fj"' l*y Leo. hi SS^t^ fastened upon her face, Mif hTwSttSk? SL hiud^ ^hat a very lovely Uttte mil *There, Leo," ghe murmuredâ€" «he haH ^HP ooBtracted the habitof tal^ to T ~;^ that embroidery is linished. and I really think it looks very well." .urVS the large square of olive satin ^rit,,.*!^^ to the e :ritnd his brother „DnortuDitv, and urges him to go to his L brother. Russel goes to Mexico, fir d i Ibrother nurses him tnrough the sickness, 1 is [inaliy struck down by the fever him- ]n the meantime, however, Arundel It" un'l Muriel's pictuie, which Russel had "ntaliy dropped on his bed, falls in love the heautitul unknown face, and is ,1,1 bv Kussel asleep with the locket If J in his hands. Russel tells him picture it is and just as they are ariDi-' to start for home Russel is struck by the fever. Arundel watches by luntil there are evident signs that, weak- ,. by his long journey, worn out by his eattenJance at his brother's bedside, Rus liscomingto a close. They are being buiuled by Indians, and at the last mom- believinu' that nothing can save Rus- aail that it is for Muriel's sake, Arun- leatliers up every thing of value belong- )his brother, and after some moments lirreaolution, quits the hit, mounts his L aa.l flies over the plain.] CHAPTER X. â€"CONTINUED. I Dying' ' he said. Thank God he will be before they get here, theywill find only There won't be much left of me six â- slioni now,'" he continued, grimly. ev know rae, the fiends they have not :otten that I once killed one of their •j, and they will wreak their vengeance -the devils never forget nor forgive. ;r all we will both of us die out here, and I, and no one will know just how aieJ " nd then c^n.e the swift thought that lirid ttindd never know how her dearly huilaad met his death; she would tt for him to come ba'k for her, not ^wwj that never again in this world 111 \k come back. Then would come long ,n 01 hopeless waiting, of torturing fears mijcrablc doubts. The c:uel suspense will kill her " Ar- roaued to himself "better to know uoist than to know nothing. Would it tetter for hie to try and save myself, go btiaud tell her how Russel died, than to laiu htve Lud await certain death when lam (lead, no one, not even she â€" his lung wife^will ever know what bccime of siul Autlion'" Iheie was no time to weigh the matter eiul'.y. Whatever was done must be done ly there was not a moment to ,re for dt liberation the shadowy forms re 211 'wing fearfully distinct, already A r- ouUl distinguish the war-whoop. ^Vith trembling hands h^ collected the riou? aiticles of value in the cabin â€" Pi.us- swatch, his ring, even the little case ".tiiuiii:^ ihiriel's picture and then ir- solute he threw himself down by Russel's ie, his tears falling fast upon the white e wliere the shadow of death rested rkly. I cannot leave oane.l. '• 1 will ienJin.' yuur dea s sake " !^«iftiy a picture rose bsfore him. He saw yourii; wi;e standing alone watching from rwimiuiv v.ith sorrowful, yet eager eyes. iitiiig, waitint; for some one who would ^er come. For Muriel's sake Once, lie pressed his lips to his brother's arbledike forehead, bent one long, linger- ;aze upon the st 11 whiteface; then went uto! the cabin. =K« T. 'l°*?eo* olive satin critically as she spoke. • -It wiU mike a lovelv oot rp«t ;or Russel. Oh! Le„ don't Jo? wTh he woiUd come home? We wiU be so glad see him agun, won't we, yon and I ' lAndavery, wistful look came intb une lovely eyes, as with a sigh Muriel laid her head hack upon the cushiorj of her chair bhe had missed her husbaad very much since he had been away from her, had miss- e I the tenderness and loving care with which he had surrounded her lite without him had not been at all comfortable, she had not longed for him with any passionate yearnmg, still she had missed himTand was waiting now very impatiently for him to come back to her. Knowing that she dil not love him as she felt a woman ought to love her husband Muriel often wondered at herself when she found herself longing for Russel to come Home she had no idea that she belonged that class of women who cannot live you, my brother," he stav with you and die d body, and yet for Mur- T' «o minutes later Hr a liVing over the plain. horse and in and the rider little to without love, yet so it was. Though her husband had failed to awaken the passionate love which was slumbering in her heart, and which some time must surely awake, yet in a measure his great love for her satisfied the cravings of her naturally intense na- ture. And Muriel Anthon was not the only wo- man who had tried to content herself with being loved all over the world there are women who endeavor to satisfy the hunger of their own hearts with the devotion of men who inspire them with reverence and tend- erness perhaps, but who fail utterly to rouse in them the deep, strong love of which they are by nature capable. The last letter Muriel had received from her husband was dated El Paso, he had written it just previous to his departure from that town in search of Arundel, and knowing that he was about to start upon a somewhat hazardous journey, Russel, al- ways tender and thoughtful for others, had written very gently, telling her that it might possibly be some time before she heard from him again, but that she must not yorry, nor be alarmed, for he would take great care of himself for her dear sake, and would come back just as soon as he could. "For, my darling," he wrote, " I can scarcely wait to see your sweet face, you do not know how long the days seem without you, it seems like years to me since I kissed yuu good-by. We will never be separated again, Muriel, never again in this world. Where I go hereafter, you shall go too, for I could not bear another separation." At first people wondered a little that Russel Anthon should leave his young wife for such a space of time, but this Mr. and Mrs. Trowbridge easily explained by saying that their son-in-law had business in Mexico which he was obliged to attend to, and that Muriel was not just at that time sufficiently strong; to go with him. "Eleven o'clock." said Muriel, dreamily, as the tiny Swiss clock on the draped man- tel chimed out the hour. "I don't think I shall work any more this morning, Leo. I shall take a book and lie down for a little whi'e we are getting awfully lazy, Leo, you and I." Thereupon she rose from her chair, select ed a book from the many that were piled up on the centre-table, and threw herself down on the little blue velvet couch which stood in a corner of the room near one of the flower filled windows; but, though she opened the book and skimmed oveo the first pageo, she did not go any further holding it idly in her small white hands she by there, dreamily watching the quick move- of the pretty pellow canary who was fluttering about in the gilded stage suspend- ed over the flowers, and then she drifted into a reverie, thinking of Russel far away in Mexico, and of his brotherâ€" his ernng, reckless, sinning brother, Arundel. Since that night when for the first tmie she had heard tne story of Arundel Anthon, scarcely a day had pas.sec: that she had not thought of him, always pityingly and tend- erly making excuses for him to hersell, throwinc^ a veil over his faults, closing her eyes to his sins, until at last she came to think of him almost as more smned agams. than sinning. She did not attempt to ex- plain to heiself the reason of the deep inter- est she had always felt in him since first she knew that such a man as Arundel An- thon lived upon the earth; she haraly thoudit about it she was not given MdTy agMMt the power which wma taking fM»el oatof hfe and leaviar hhn. AiundeL" to live. ' ^^ This was the thought which, like scmie •tow, deadly poison, had worked its way through Arundel Anthon,' ^pritual body, until every p«rt of it, miiid and bf^. Wt •nd nnd«.rtanding, was haX paralysed and wholly u. eased. He ha.1 cried in agony, • Oh my lHtther, way am 1 not m your place " and Ite dem- on, who stands teadj to tempt men to do evTl, had whispered, "Why not put your- self mhw place let it be Arundel Anthon that dies out here on the plains, Rus- sel Anthem that lives and goes back to liis beautiful home, his many friends, his fair young wife." It was surely the most horrible temptation that had ever assailed any human being. Here was this man, high bred, well educa- ted- witii cultured tastes, and naturally re- fined manners, made an outcast by his own act, condemned to wander homeless, friend- less alone, through distant countries where he should not be recognized, herding with men who were, as far as birth and breeding went, beneath him, afraid to b3ar his own nam^ yearning unutterably for tha peace and rest of a home, the close companionship of friends, the clinging love of a wife, the warm affection of children, weary, â-  ah, so T3ry weary, of living his lonely, loveless life. A man jjjy nature warm-hearted, aflfectionate, companionable, yet who was shut out from all the brightness and warmth and jcy of life, his own act rising like a wall of solid ice between him and happiness and here was an opportunity which, if he availed him self of it, would enable him to grasp and to hold as his own all that can make life beautiful and pleasant. Those among you who have found it baid to resist a small temptation, think what this great terrible temptation was to Arund- el Anthon. How he struggled and fought against it, desperately, wildly, until his strength was almost gone. All the way from Mexico that fierce desperate struggle went on between the go 3d angels and the demons who were battling for the possession of his soul though the angels did not lose ground, still they did not gain an inch when he arrived in New York the demons had not conquered, 'but they were yet uncon- quered. If the passersby had known of the warfare which Was being waged within him, they would not have wondered at his deathly white face as he walked along that lovely June morning, in the summer sunshine. At the comer of a street he came face to face with a well-dressed, aristocratic looking man, who was hurrying ts cateh a stage which was close at hand. To Arundel's sur- prise the stranger turned, bowed, and smiled calling out, '•So you are home at last, Anthon. I am very glad to see you " then in another second the stage had rolled away with him. The most trifling incidents sometimes help to bring us to the great turning- poiut of our lives. As Arundel walked al- most blindly along, his fiendish adviser whispered. See how easy it would be for you to per- sonate your dead brother. You resemble him so closely no one will ever suspect that it was Russel, not Arundel Anthon, who died out there on the plains. You have two lives to choose from one all brightness and love, and comfort, the other all darkness, and misery, and loneliness. Which will you choose, Arundel Anthon, which will you choose " And in very weakness the wretched man groaned. "I cannot choose â€" not yet, not yet." Not yet. So he went on until he reached the beautiful house which was Muriel's home, and his heart seemed to stop beating as he slowly ascended the stone steps and ran 2 the door-bell. i^'a Rihsel Anthon is lying alone. :reat, to self-analysis or self-questioniug-women are not, as a rule, but if she had analyzed h^r'own thoughts she -uld have found CHAPTER XL -^ lovtly June morning; one of those rare, "ect daVs which come only in the leafy Bonth of J une when Nature seems to smile tost tenderly upon the earth, and to make "iutiiul all she smiles upon. Even the busy, crowded city of New York t:T bright and trash and pleasant. In F"e parks the closely cut grass were like perakl velvet in front ot the large hotels pad fashionable club houses were huge stone Fasea tilled with saucy-faced pansies, which Nded their 7 urple and gold heads as the [â- 'gttt winds passed over them, and the win- "â- 'ws and courtyards of the handsome up- ^^n residences were gay with flowers. Al- •^g' it was not yet eleven o'clock, there *ere iiiauy carriages rolling up and down ^e avenues, many people walking alongthe "eets-. and over the whole city fell the E'^Men morning sunshine. ^fe sofi summer wind, creeping through Peau-ning-shadedaower-filled windows of iQnel Anthous hondoir, lifted the light j-^^°^^-^ir from her forehead as she sat IJ' ^^^ chair, her slender fingers busy with |pâ„¢*"=.^ .embroidery. She looked very 'islj 7" sitting there in the exquisitely #um- i room, very like a flower herselfâ€" a ^«- dainty human flower. Uer lacetrim- I C "S""' fell in snowy folds about her velv f ' ^^® ^^ fastened a great cluster of "y pansies at her round white throat. perhaps to her surprise, that Arundel held neariy as strong a place in th^m as did her "So'r- Arundel," she sfd to herself now pityingly, "I wish Russel ^ould l)r"ig him Eome with him; I am quite ^^^ t^,^* '^,^3/, like him-something tells me that if. I ever meet him I shall like him very nauch- Poor boy. what a lonely, weary hfe he m««t '^^^ I should like to help make i** '^rdto weary, a little brighter, not quite so hard to ^X'd while Muriel lay there in her pretty flower-scented boudoir thinking about him, Sg Mm, Arundel Anthon was^pid^y ?oiLi tow^d her, walking hurriedly up the wfde avenue: the ^^^fl/^^VZ^^^ falline upon his faceâ€" the lace so u,w. Sd^l gCtly pale that the passers-by tnrn- ""Wha^^f S^'^uffered ^ce that day whYniith the Indian war-wh^P; rmgmg in his ears, he had ridden-flymg for nis Se-away from the Uttle cs^^^^^ ^^^ Sother l£y dying, only ^.^^^^^ e another still more temble.. i. ^« „» vSy he had tried tolorush xt out o^^ex- that fatal. d««l^ thought which istence, had been bom m his bram, be-forgotten day, when, that never-to- kneeling by CHAPTER XII. Lying there in the quiet room, listenins; to the song her bird was singing, and think- ing of Arundel, Muriel unconsciously yield- ed to the combined influences of the enervat- ing summer heat and the stillness, and drift- ed slowiy into d'eamland and Leo, having watched the white lids droop over the dreamy eyes, dropped his head upon his paws and quietly followed his mistress' ex- ample. But his slumber was not so deep as hers he heard the door-bell when it rang, and was wide awake in an instant but Muriel slept on until, after knocking twice, and receiving no answer, one of the servancs came into the room, and the opening of the door, the sound of a footstep, aroused ' 'What is it " she murmured, drowsily passing one hand lightly oyer her eyes, still very dreamy in their their expression. For a moment the girl paused. "Mr. Anthon is down stairs in tha parlor, ma'am," she said. In an instant Muriel was on her feet, au the dreaminess gone out of her eyes, her lovely face flushed and eager. "Air. Anthon," she said, with almost a gasp. "Why Maggie, you mean my hus- band?" ^^ " I suppose so," answered the giri, hesitatingly. " 1 never saw him, you know, ma'-m, he was gone before I came here. " But Muriel was not listening to her. With a little, low, rippling laugh of pure gladness she laid her hand upon Leo's head. "Leo master has come back to us she said- and as though the dog understood her words, he bounded after ner as she went swiftly out of the room along the hall, and down the stairs. If Muriel had been wide awike when the news was brought to her, she would have wondered, jost as the servant girl did, why her husband should have waited m the par- lor, and sent his name up to her as any forr mal caller would have done for surely a man has the right to go unannounced mto his wife's presence, and formality o«g" n®* to exist between two people whom God hw made one flesh. But as it was, in her glad haste to see the man she supposed, of course, was her husband. Mnriel did not take time think there was anything strange or unusual in his actions. • -j v The moment he put his foot inside his brother's house a feeling that can only be likened to a sort of mratal 1^7^^ come upon Arundel Anthon. He seemed to have lortaU power to ^^S^'^JJ^' deratand in the cool, darkened magnifi- gEMfiog the caTred huik of a velvet diair â- o t|§k(ly h«tthe vdna ateod out like whip coMa^aatigM'ilid almost as white ar the marble ApoUd whidi was standing near him. He heard the eoft, muacal voioe, iHiidi he knevrby inn^aetswiQ Muriel's heard her lights. quit^Sootstl^ and the nuCle of her dnai^ateol^oM dtewntiiestaira; mw in the apea doorway the whifee-dad figue and the face more beantifol, even inlife^ titan the pictored one which had seemed to him the tovelieafcapaieaiih and still he did not move â€" he cofuld not it was as if he wa* bound hand andfoot â€" ^he could hear hia own heart beating faster and iuteae, louder and louder there was a horrible ringing in his ears â€" thouj^ he did not know it, Arundel Anthon was at that moment standing upon the very brink of insanity. With a low, glad cry Muriel hast ned to him. In an instant her arms wwe around his neck, her head npcm his breast her heart beating close to his. Baaltze it, if yon can; think what it mast be for a man who is dy- in;; irflmnger to push away from his lips the bread aqme one holds close to them and this mux was dying of heart hunger, starv- ing for the want of love and tenderness. God in heaven! when we pray lead us not into temptation, we do not think, many of us. what temptation is. Arundel Anthon made one grand, almost superhuman attempt to withstand the fear- ful temptation ali the good in him rose in arms against liim. Who can tell an- other moment and good might liave conquer- ed, when suddenly Muriel raised her lovely eyes to his. " You are not glad to see me." she murmured, a Bttle reproachfully. " you have not kissed me once â€" kiss me " He could feel her warm breath upon his face, her lips were close to his he oould bear it no longer, his strength was gone, he was faint, sick, his brain on fire. With a sudden, quick movement hs folded the beautiful figure in his arms, and bending his head laid upon the soft lips the most pas- sionate kiss that ever man had pressed there, a kiss that thrilled Muriel from head to foot, that awoke all the slumbering passion in her heart. The demons had conquered â€" for that kiss Arundel Anthon had sold his honor, his truth, ay, his very soul; the strug- gle was over, he had yielded to the tempta- tion, and a fierce joy swept over him, crush- ing down remorse, stifling conscience, as Muriel, clinging closer to !him, trem- bling she knew not wjy, whispered broken- ly- "Oh, my husband, I never loved you be- fore as I love you now." Her very touch thrilled him, he felt that rather than give up this bsautiful woman, he could commit any evil under heaven. In taking his brother's place now, as within the last moment he had resolved to do, he was influenced not by Russel's wealth, his friends, his home, his stainless reputation, but by his wife. And yet at the bar of heav^en will God hold Muriel responsi- ble for Arundel Anthon's sin who can tell It was wonderful, the powerful attract ion thesetwoâ€" this weak, guilty man and this innocent woman â€" had for e^ch other it seemed clmost as if in some other world their sould had known and loved each other, and meeting now sprang to each other. No one can explain satisfactorily that strange drawing together which is sometimes to be found between two people of opposite sex there are many things in this world that cannot be explained or understood, they belong to the arcana of nature. Having yielded to the temptation, Arund- el Anthon £ave himself up unreservedly to the intoxication of the moment, until Muri- el, half ashamed'of the passion which no ma had ever aroused in her before, and which she could not understand, drew her- self, with a burning blush, out of his em- brace. "Tell me about yourself, Russel," she mur- mured, seating herself beside him upon a k)w couch, and dropping her head upon his breast with a sigh of perfect contentment. 'Have you been ill, dear? You look so very pale, and I suppose this beard makes you look strange and different," stroking the short dark beard caressingly as she spoke. "Do you know, Russel, you have changed somehow since you went away." Although Arundel Anthon's heart seemed to stop beating, he said, very quiet- ly: "Do you love me. Muriel, though I may be different from the husband tuat went away from you " She did not notic3 the strangeness of the remark she only nestled closer to him as she answered "You are dearer to -ne now than you were ever before, I do not think you love me now any better than I do you. You know, Russel, before we were married papa told you I did not love you as I ^bought a woman should love the man whose wife she was to be since our marriage I have tried so hard to love you as I knew you loved me, but I could notâ€" I never have, until â€" ^now." With a whispered "Thank God " Ar- undel kissed her. After all, he was not stealing her heart away from Russel, for he had never held it she gave him, Arundel, her love. "Oh Ru33el, where is Arundel " With lips that did not not quiver, though they were colorless, he answered her "He is dead, Muritl." "Dead Oh, Russel, tell me how he %ied " There were tears in Muriel's eyes, her face was very sad, as she listened while Ar- undel told her 01 the long illness in the lit- tle cabin just as though he had really been Russel Anthon hegave her the particu- lars of her brother's journey through Mexico and she shudddi^ as he told her how. with the Indiai^ar-cry sounding in his ears, he had ridden for his life back to El Paso. ^. •'Did I do -flhrong Muriel, to leave him to die tiiere alone " For a moment she paused, brushing away* the tears that clung to h'sr long lashes, then very slowly ••No, I do not think so. under the ciicnm- atances if you had 'stayed witii him yon could not have saved his life, you would lave only thrown away your own, for those humble Indians would have mnrdered yon. I would have nttyer known how mylhusband iH too had Yei. ^Ii^ ti«nu^ Tw* long time a«jr iwt talking, Mnriel tdlktghimiAKtahehad don dwiag his sImms^ fr^'^K of her falkwad -mhnr. and oC^lriewla giving Jiim all tiwUttie deluh oTher evety-daylife, vntil it seemed toAniBdd.aahe8at tiien lisfeenias to hei* ttHttfaepeetwas aUvharrifalednam, and tin* he mas in aU trath Russel AatiMB. ae breathed h«e accain, the oohac eeom faaok tohisEpsandfaoe bis heart no longer you told me when she had loud and fast, the faint su^neas was gone • delidoos Cedinff of rest stole over hun, of rest and perfect bliss. Muriel's head lay up on his breast, his arms were round her, be had but to bend his head and kiss the lips that met his so willingly what was au the world to him or the Opinion of Heaven? his world began and ended m Mnriel it was heaven to be with her. " And now, darling, have all " he asked, laughingly, finished. She turned her face suddenly away from him, hiding it upon his arm, but not be- fore he saw it flush rose-red. "I have not told you quite all," she murmured, falteringl,. "There is just one more thing to tell you. I should have told you, perhaps, before you went away, but I was not quits sure. I did not really knowâ€" oh, Russel. can't you guess it " A puzzled look came over his face. •'No, dear, I am afraid not ' tell me, Muriel, don't hide your face from me, mv darling " ' But she kept it turned away from him, as she said in a very l.jw voice, pausing between every two or three words n '•1 thinkâ€" that next Octoberâ€" there will come â€" Russel, â€" to you â€" and me â€" a little baby!" (to be coxtisukd.) ^111 tm â- â€¢ 1^ Recipes for Cheap, HeiUthftil, and Xaslly Prepared PuddlngB. Rice Pudding. â€" One teacup of rice wash- ed in several waters 2 qts. milk, 2 tea- spoonsful salt. Sweeten to taste, and bake 2 hours. This makes the best rice pudding I ever tasted, Bb£ad Pudding. â€" One pt. bread crumbs to 1 qt. milk. Set it on the stove until the bread is soft. Add 4 eggs, 1 teaspooaful salt, a few raisins if convenient, and bake as long as for custard. A good sauce is made of a pint of boiling water poured on a mix- ture of a tablespoonful of butter, nearly the same amount ot flour, and cup sugar well stirred together. A little vinegar may be added, or the pudding can be sweetened. Indian Meal Pudding. ^^oil 2 qrt. of milk; while it is beating, mix together 1 teaspoonful of corn ,.meal and enough mo- lasses to moisten it all. Pour the boiling milk on this, let it stand until partially cool ' add a half teacupful cold milk, and bake two hours in a stove, or all night in a brick oven. It is improved by adding sweet cream when eaten. CusTAKD PuDDi.vG. â€" One qt. milk, 5 eggs, 1 teaspoonful salt, and sugar to taste. It IS better to bake in a slow oven an hour or se. Corn Starch Pudding is good, made without eggs, but better Mith 3 ecgs to 3 tablespoonsful of corn starch and 1 qt. milk, Boil the .^lilk, mix the starch thoroughly with a small quantity of cold milk beat the eags well and add one teaspoonful of salt. Stir all together, boil a few minutes, and eat with sauce of sweet cream and sugar, and a little nutmeg. Bird's Nest Pudding is made with apples pared and cored put these in a pudding dish, and having tilled the hollow in each with sugar, pour a custard over all, and bake slowly until done. Apple Dumplings, either baked or boiled, are nicest and healthiest if the crustis made of cream. Pare and core an apple, cover it with crust put several such aumplings in a baking dish (earthen is much better than tm), add sugar between them, and a little water, fCat with the same sauce given for Dread pudding. If preferred, use sugar and butter beatea together. â€" American Agricul- turist Great Gales in Newfoundland. St. John's, Nfld. â€" As telegraph communi- cation around the island is re-established the disastrous results of the late hurricane unfold themselves. From Betts' Cove, Notre Dame Bay, tne other evening tue re- port of a very serious accident is telegraph- ed. The schooner "Kate," owned by C?pt. Young of that plac«, was lying at anchor in the Cove. When the gale was at its maximum her chains parted and she drove out seaward in a newly formed sheet of ice. There were two of the ere* on board at the time, and unless timely succor was afforded their doom was sealed. Eight heroic shore- men volunteered to go to the rescue. They manned a stout, strong skis' and pulled after the drifting vessel. It was utterly im- possible to save the schooner, as she was now imbedded in a sheet of ice. So the two hu- man waifs were rescued, and the skiflf was headed for the^.hore. Unfortunately, when passing over a spot of shoal ground, a break- er rose and split over the skiff, completely swamping her. Eight men were instantly drowned, and the remaining two were wash ed on shore in a state of uncons' iousness and terribly bruised and gashed. The schooner shortly afterward struck a rock and sank. The names of the drowned men are Abraham Joy, John Mills, Elijah House Geo. Goss, William Meeley, Thomas Randell and Wil- liam Young. Shortly after a fine new ves- sel, belonging to Nippers Harbor, parted her chains and became a total wreck on the island. The brigantine "Liason," from Sydney. C.B., to this port, despaired of in the past week, arrived recently. She was towed in barely in time to save her, being in a sinking condition. Her decks were completely swept, rails, stanchions and bul- warks all carried away, and her crew in an exhausted condition from continuously pumping her several days. Paper is now bemg largely made in India] In the public offices the coarse quality used is no longer imported. Signs are not want- ing that ten years hence the export trade to India will have greatly declmed. The In- dian Government can now obtam at home, at a vastly reduced cost, many tilings which it has had to import. Witii such an enor^ mous population, labor is very cheap, and the people are expwt at handicaraft. ^i ,^-i •c^^^' " -v' I â- ..~%.3 i^^ »i S! Il: H; I \i lu ' F ^; ,!. ^l' ' â-  â-  I 'J • r ' i V\ I c 'M I 1 h' ;l:/'i â-  -J \lr. ;?M " :(,' 1/ â-  jI •' V â-  â-  H. «4..,-^ ••,5EA;s.a