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^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ISSUED SEMI-WEEKL^ l. m. grists SONS, Publishers. j % <jfamtts Demspajtr: 40r thif {promotion off fit? political, foetal. Jjritttllttpl and ?ommet;riaI Interests of the feogle. {T^?u oorVnncL vam:,! t. ESTABLISHED 1855. Y"ORKVILLETS. C., FRIDAY, JULY 3, 190& , NO. 53. ijf ^ ^ ?j 4? b J By ETTA w *f* *f? "V *f:f *f* *$* *f? ^ "fc ??? *1* 1 CHAPTER ILL Hillyer's Cove. She was tall and slender, with the bearing of a princess. Her pale brunette face, lighted by magnificent black eyes, presented a striking contrast to Rose Hillyer's exquisite blonde tints. In marked disapproval she surveyed Andre Gautler. ^ "I hid in the tonrtC Bess," the younger girl made haste to say?"our tomb. I meant to play ghost, as you passed by. This gentleman"? sne briefly told the story of the meeting, ending with a whispered entreaty: "Pray, pray, be civil to him for my sake!" ^ The sailor girl continued to look hard at Andre. Her black eyes seemed to say, "Give an account of yourself!" She drew Rose a little closer to her own side. "I should be glad to know who your new acquaintance is," she said, dryly. - Andre bowed. Perhaps his youth # and good looks spoke for him in ad' vance. "I come from a yacht in the harbor," he said. "Of course, I am a stranger , on the cape, but,"?with an insinuatfc tng smile? "I trust you will not long allow me to be called by that name." Then, with desperate boldness, he added: "Permit me to walk home with you. Miss Hlllyer. The hour grows late, and It is hardly safe for young creatures to be abroad unattended." A smile curved the handsome Hps of the girl. "You are, indeed, a stranger on Cape Desolation, if you think that," she answered. "Rose and I might travel the place from sunset to sunrise without fear." She took her cousin by the hand. "I wish you were not so thoughtless," she murmured, in a re4 proachful tone. "Say good-bye to your new friend, and let us hurry back to the cove." "Can you be so cruel as to leave me like this?" pleaded Andre, forlornly. "Now, I dare say you have a father or brother"? "We live with our uncle, Caleb Hill4 * yer." "I pine to see the man! Consider; I have been In the family tomb amid all the dead Hillyers?I have scraped acquaintance, so to speak, with you ? mi?? Rose?Uncle Caleb alone re W/""' mains unknown. Pray take me in tow? I feel as though I could not pass Jilm by.M , An irrepressible dimple appeared at the corner of Bess Hillyer's mouth. "How flattering to Uncle Caleb!" she said. "Since your interest in him is so great, he will probably be willing to receive you." * "A thousand thanks!" cried Andre; and he started ofT with the two girls. It was a silent walk, for the wind still blew violently, and conversation could not be successfully maintained. Bess, the queenly, the handsome, kept her young cousin close to herself, and tramped along through the sand, with the free, bold step of one whose foot was on its native heath. At the end of a half-mile they came to Hillyer's Cove. A lonely and beautiful spot. Eastward, tall cliffs sheltered it; a quiet anchorage could always be found at ^ the cove, even when tempest prevailed ft in the outer harbor. A half-dozen weather-beaten dwellings, built above high-water mark, made up the settlement. Some yawls were moored on the beach, and flsh and fish flakes spread ^ their lattice-work on all sides. Caleb Hillyer's cottage stood nearest the water?a brown, unpalnted structure. with hollyhocks and camomile growing under the eaves, and a porch littered with pogy kegs and trawl baskets. Th aoor siooa ajar; a jismi uumcu within. "This is our* sea nest," said Rose ^ Hillyer, turning her flower face to Andre in the moonlight. "Do you like *t?"?scornfully. He stopped as though spellbound, ?*nd stared at the house. Certainly there was nothing in its # outward appearance of a disturbing or repulsive nature; yet, as he looked, he shuddered involuntarily?a sudden, curious chill ran through his strong young veins; he felt a strange sinking of heart?a deadly, sickening repugnance! He started back a step; his face changed. Rose, watching him closely, said, with a pout; "Oh, you think it very mean and ^ poor?and so it is. I am sorry that we brought you here." ? Her voice broke the evil spell which held him. Instantly he was himself ^ again. T ViJnlr nni' nlar-o mMIt OT poor that sheltered you" he replied. "No! no! " 'By yonder moon. I swear you do me wrong.' I consider myself exceedingly fortunate in obtaining entrance tonight to Caleb Hillyer's home." Bess led the way into a low-ceiled, quaintly furnished living room, shining with neatness and lighted by a generous driftwood fire. "Uncle Caleb has not yet come in," she said. "Will you sit down and wait for him. Mr. Gautier?" He sat down promptly. His mind was made up. At all hazards he would establish permanent relations with these Hillyers. Rose ran up to the fire, holding out a pair of small, chilly hands. The honest, searching glow showed him her oval face, dazzling as a pearl and faintly flushed with seashell pink on either cheek?her large, languid eyes, violet in hue, but ldoking black as ink under long, dense lashes, and the mop of yellow hair that rippled and curled all over her little head. The moonlight at the tomb had not deceived him. She was the loveliest creature that his eyes had ever rested * upon. "Uncle Caleb is probably looking after the boats," said Rose, turning her soft glance on her visitor. "Bess and I i J W. PIERCE. J ^*?a*f4^*f*9f3#$a*fc?f39f*#fasfa*fc are orphans, and he is like a father to us. Bess has a little fortune of her own?I, not a penny"?laughing, and spreading out her pink, empty palms. "There are other points of difference between us, too. She is the most famous woman on this part of the Maine coast: I"?with a little sigh?"am a nobody." The elder girl had approached the fire, also. The same orange glow which revealed the dazzling loveliness of Rose shone on her fine olive profile and silky black hair, coiled in heavy braids. She mI?? r. * ?.-> r? V? nl /* V* f lirt _ ' uttu tt suiBuian> sui/us, ui igiu, untamed look, and but for the presence of Rose, Andre would have thought her beauty extraordinary. She seemed displeased at the frankness of the younger girl. "Rose, you forget that Mr. Gautier can have no possible interest in our affairs," she said. "Oh, but I have!" cried Andre, eagerly? "A very deep interest!" Bess wrinkled her brows in a sudden frown. "Mr. Gautier, have you sailed far in your yacht " "A few hundred miles." "I think you came from another state?" "Yes," he confessed, reluctantly; "but I wish you would not remind me of the fact. Miss Hillyer. I want to forget my own personality tonight?my own name, if I can!"?laughing a little. "Do you remain long in our waters?" "As long as possible, you may be sure!" with a merry gleam in his knowing dark eyes. Bess Hillyer pursued her investigations no further. For an hour the trio sat by that driftwood fire, talking in desultory fashion, and waiting for old Caleb. The two girls amazed Andre not a little. They spoke correctly?they looked and behaved like ladles. "Well," thought he, "good common schools abound, even in the wilds of Maine, and the American girl, whereever one meets her, is truly a wonderful creature!" Old Caleb did not appear. At the end of the sixty fateful minutes Andre, who still retained a remnant of reason, arose to go. "As I have missed seeing your uncle, after all," he said, airily, "perhaps you will give me permission to come again?" The sailor girl pretended not to hear, but Rose answered: "Oh, yes; come tomorrow We ought' to thank you for helping us through a tiresome evening." He took her soft little hand. "It is I who must thank you for the happiest hour of my whole life!" he murmured. The pink color mounted to her mlgno'nne face. "I fear you say many things that you do not mean," she pouted. "More than likely, you will never, never give us another thought!" "Will I not? How cruel of you to talk like that! I swear to think of you every moment till we meet again." As he went down the path to the cottage gate he looked back, and saw her in the porch waving her hand in farewell. "Little sorceress!" he muttered, as he lifted his hat. She was still standing there as he turned the last curve in the shore?he could discern the flutter of her pretty dress in the moonlight!A curious adventure! How would it end? Andre grew hot, then cold, with the thoughts that rushed tumultuously over him?with a sudden recollection Oi' his own position. Could he return to the yacht and his comrades, and forget the folly of the night?forget that girl's witching little face. No, no. He could not?he would not! He was reckless now, and defiant of consequences. He stopped, and gazed fixedly at Caleb Hlllyer's cottage. A pallor, born, perhaps, of presentiment, overspread his handsome, boyish face. "As God is my witness," he said, "I am lost." CHAPTER IV. Young Love. As her guest vanished in the dis tance Rose Hillyer turned in the old porch, and stumbling over a net buoy and a trawl basket, rushed back to the sitting room, and cast herself into the chair which Andre had vacated. "Bess?dear Bess," she said, in a breathless tone, "will he keep his promise, do you think?will he come again?" "I hope not," replied the sailor girl, inhospitably. "How can you say that? He is very handsome?unlike anybody ever seen on this cape before." "You foolish child!" cried Bess, in vague alarm. "He is a stranger?here today and gone tomorrow!" A sudden color burned in her olive cheek. 'It was wrong of me to let him walk home with us. I ought to have sent him packing at the tomb! I will tell Uncle Caleb about it when he comes in. Mr. Andre"?with determination? "shall never enter this door a^ain!" . Rose started up. her violet eyes growing wide and black with wrath. "If you try to prevent me I shall hate you!" she hissed. "I will see him again. You cannot stop me?no more can Uncle Caleb." Then her mood changed abruptly; she broke into a laugh. "You take such airs upon yourself. Ress Hillyer! You think to govern me as you did the sailors on your father's ship. They always obeyed you. did they not? I never do, you know! Let us not talk any more," stretching her pretty mouth in a yawn. "Mr. Andre has wearied me to death. As for Uncle Caleb. I am sure he is drowned. Give me the lamp?I am going to bed." She went off with a light step. Bess remained at the fire, waiting for Caleb Hillyer. He entered soon after?a grizzled. stalwart man. in a canvas jacket and big boots. "I reckon there'll be no storm, arter all," he announced; "the wind has shifted. A-settlng up for me, Bess? I went to Berry's store for a new bait basket, and got delayed a bit. Some strangers happened In there tonight, and, bless me! there was something nigh to a fight." Bess gave a slight start. "Strangers?" "Youngsters from a yacht in the harbor. One o' 'em had words with Dave Grant. He knocked Dave down, and then cut and run. The boys pretended to foller, but give it up without bad feeling. Dave, howsomever, is as mad as a dogfish?swears he'll have the yachter's life. Lor*, 'twar nothing but boys' play." "What was the stranger like, Uncle Caleb?" ""Handsome?uncommonly. He called himself and his mates Frenchmen?nobody believed him." "Uncle Caleb, that man has been here at the cottage tonight, with Rose and me." And she told him the story of the evening. "It's the same," said Caleb, good naiureaiy; 1 m giaa you war uvu ru him, Bess. That 'ere Dave has a wicked temper. He'll git himself hanged some day. If the young gentleman comes agin, make him welcome." Bess felt an unaccountable thrill of dismay. She dared not unburden her mind to Uncle Caleb, or give expression to the fears that possessed her. So she took her lamp, and followed Rose to bed. That young person was already fast asleep, her pink cheeks resting in her little palm, her golden hair curling softly over the pillow. She was smiling in her dreams. Bess went to the window and looked out. Through the purple window the moon rode serenely. .The sea was a great track of silver light. On the beach a murmur of restless waves brove the silence; .afar the beacon burned. Yonder was the path by which he had vanished into the night?a dashing, gallant figure, well fitted to leave an impression on any woman's memory. He had promised to come again. The spell of Rose's riant beauty was upon him?it would draw him back. He would keep his word, for her sweet sake. Yes, it would all be for Rose! A strange pang shot through the brave heart of the sailor girl?not envy, not jealousy, but still a sharp and bitter pang. Then, as if touched with sudden remorse, she bent and softly kissed the sleeper. "Love Is your birthright," she murmured; "happy, happy Rose!" And Rose slept on undisturbed. All night she dreamed of the Prince Charming who had come to her in the dust of a tomb. At dawn?for the people of the cape were early risers? she was making her toilet before the old-fashioned mirror in the small chamber, and smiling to herself at the recollection of the night's dreams. The odors of coffee, and Ash frying over hot coals, and the voices of Bess, and Martha Bray, the "help," both busy with the breakfast, ascended to the little chamber. Rose, who never bothered her pretty head with the small cares of life, snatched up her hat and ran out on the shore. The wind had died in the night. The sea lay palpitating with pink and gold and changeful opal tints. Among weedy ledges the tide plashed in and out with a gentle sound. The scent of balsam firs was in the air, and underRose Hillyer's feet clumps of bayberry bushes exhaled a delightful perfume. Her foolish young heart was beating wildly. Where was Mr. Andre's yacht? Sha had hroueht old Caleb's battered glass with her. and scrambling up the rocks, she adjusted it and began eagerly to search the harbor. As she did so a voice at her side said: "Miss Rose. I ought to have gone with the seine boats this morning, but, 'fore God. I couldn't. I had to come here and talk with you instead." She lowered the glass with a sharp exclamation, and, turning, found herself face to face with that hulking young fisherman?Dave Grant. She had never in her life exchanged a dozen words with the man, and on Ordinary occasions there was nothing about him to hold her attention for an instant. So, in mingled surprise and disdain, she answered: "Pray, what have you to say to me?" His embarrassed hands were thrust into his peajacket. He shifted his weight from one foot to the other. "A good many things, Miss Rose; but principally I want to ask you, quiet and civil, to marry me. I don't say I'm your equal?I know you're got book learning?I know old Caleb sent you two years to a Bangor school, and more'n that, God made you at the start of a different sort. Still I'm an honest man, and fairly well to do, and my love ought to count for something." She laughed hysterically. Twentyfour hours before she would perhaps have been more pitiful to this suitor, less impatient of his stupidity. But the world had all changed to the little cape beauty in four and twenty hours. "Unluckily your love counts for nothing with me," she answered. "How dare you even dream of such a thing?" stamping her foot in her indignation. "Then you won't have me?" he said. "No, indeed!" And she resumed her glass, and her seaward gazing. He crept a little nearer to her side. "I reckon I'm the first man that ever asked you to marry," he said, hoarsely; "but I sha'n't be the last. Good Lord! it drives me wild to think I sha'n't be the last!" No reply. "Miss Rose, I've loved you a long time, and I've kept silent about it because I was sure you wouldn't look at me. I was sure of it before I spoke a word to you. First of all. you're a born beautv. and vou know it: and in the second place, you're a Hillyer, and the whole race, except old Caleb, are too proud by far." His voice had grown intolerably near. His defeated face, with a savage glow of passion upon it, was almost at her shoulder. In spite of herself she was forced to drop the glass again. "What! are you still talking?" she cried, with withering contempt. "Since you were sure I would not look at you (which is the only sensible thing you have yet said), why did you come here to annoy me this morning? Go away?go at once. I give you my word"?and her red lip curled scornfully?"I shall never marry a lout?a boor ?a man who catches fish." This gibe was the feather which broke the camel's back. Dave's face assumed an ugly clay color. Into his angry eyes leaped a wicked light. "The man you marry, Miss Rose,' he said, slowly, "whether he catches fish or not, had better keep out ol reach of my hand. I'll murder him as sure as you and I stand on this rock!" It was the same threat which the fellow had made at Berry's grocery on the preceding night. It fell from his hot, dry lips as though It was the utterance of a familiar and all-powerful thought. Rose's high spirit flamed In her eyes. "You have said enough!" she cried. "You have made a great, great idiot of yourself! Never speak to me again so long as you live!" And she clutched the battered glass, and walked away like an outraged princess. He did not follow. She knew he dared not. Wrathful tears filled her eyes?diminished her vision so completely that in the first turn of the path she fell almost Into the arms of a man who, unperceived, was hurrying' toward her from an opposite direction. "Halloo!" he cried, supporting the charming little figure with great promptness. "Miss Rose! Now this is luck! I was just wondering if I should find you this morning. I dreamed of you all night, you know. Yes, 'pon my soul! Why, why! what is this. Ydu are crying!" There he stood, in all hi9 insolent young strength?handsome as an Adonis, a great light in his eyes, the breath held on his lips?her hero of the previous night?her Prince Charming! Under his questioning gaze the red blood beat into her cheek, and then retreated, leaving her white as pearl. "It is?is nothing!" 9he faltered, trying to avoid his look. He put his hand under her chin, and lifted her face. "Don't evade me like that," he pleaded. "You promised last night that we should be friends. You must keep your word. Somebody has annoyed? perhaps frightened you. Is it not so?" The tears were slipping off her long lashes. Her rosebud mouth had put on a grieved look. "Yes," she faltered; "a man?a"? "Lover?" cried Andre. "He calls himself that. He asked me to marry him, and, of course, I said No. And then he threatened"? "You?" "Almost as bad," with a dolorous sigh. "He said if I marry any other man he would murder him." "The brute! Don't let such bravado affect you for a moment. The other man will have something to say about the matter. Mark my words, he will not consent to be finished off In that way! Who is this bloodthirsty suitor of yours?" "His name is Dave Grant." To her surprise Andre burst into a gay laugh. "No?" he cried, with a world of mischief in his ardent eyes. "Why, then, it's the very fellow whom I met last night and knocked down?I wish now that I had hit him a trifle harder! Never mind!" biting his lip, for the words had slipped out unawares?'T did not mean to tell you that. However, he must be a cowardly rascal to bully a girl. He richly deserves the fate you have meted out to him?a worse thing, you know, I cannot say. Why, what madness for a common fellow like that to lift his eyes to such a creature! He ought to be flayed alive for his insolence." He stopped, and gazed down into her face, as though intoxicated with its marvelous fairness. The breath of the sea was uiuwiiik uie rings ui nun an about her throat and forehead. Her eyes, still wet, and full of velvety softness, met his own shyly, wistfully, and carried away the last remnant of his self-possession. Prudence and honor were forgotten in a moment. "Beauty like yours, Rose, must not be wasted on Cape Desolation," he murmured, with something like a groan. "Oh, you enchantress! why have I returned to you this morning It was not well for me to come," with a sudden accession of gloom. "I tried hard to keep away, but no man can struggle long against Fate. I yielded to your spell?I am reckless of consequences! Rose, I ask you to love me a little." He gathered her beautiful body into his embrace. His handsome young face was like ashes. He bent over her till his quivering lips touched her own. "Rose, Rose, I have made but a poor fight against your witcheries! I am like a man robbed of all defensive weapons. To surrender at our second meeting, and without a shadow of resistance?yes, it Is a shameful weakness! Yet I would not have it otherwise. I glory, great Heaven! in my own dishonor?I mean, my own powerlessness. Something tells me that I must pay dearly for this madness, darling; but I am ready. I love you wildly, desperately. I beg?I entreat you to love me in return!" To be Continued. LOST THE CASE. A Simple Test to Which the Defendant Objected. An English solicitor was defending a fruit broker in an action brought in a London court for the recovery of $100, the price paid for a consignment of figs which the plaintiff declared to be unfit for human food. The defense alleged that, although moderately discolored by salt water, as the plaintiff knew when he bought them, the figs were perfectly wholesome. The figs were in court. The plaintiff, a coster, who conducted his own case, was skillfully cross examined. The trial was obviously going against him, and once or twice he retorted so hotly that the judge threatened to commit him for contempt. * - ? a i *. .-\l leilgin mt* t'usier gren umjjcioic and, turning to the opposing counsel, hoarse and perspiring, he said: "Look here, guv'nor, you say them figs are good to eat, and I say they ain't? Now, s'elp me, if you'll eat two of them figs and you ain't sick immediately afterward I'll lose my case." The judge at once saw the propriety of this suggestion and asked the lawyer what he proposed to do. "Your honor is trying this case, not I," was the reply. "No, no! The offer is made to you," said the judge. A hurried consultation took place. Counsel suggested that it was the solicitor's duty to submit the experiment. The solicitor refused. The broker himself was then asked if he would risk it. "What will happen to me if I don't?" said he. "You'll lose the case," replied both his legal advisers. "Then," said he hurriedly, "lose the case, lose the case!" And so he did. ' ittisccllitucous itcading. ' BIGGEST SOUTHWESTERN FARM. I 1 It Is Owned By Don Luis Terrazas of Chihuahua, Mexico. > The biggest ;'arm?If "farm" It can i be called?Is that owned by Don Luis 1 Terrazas In the state of Chthauhau, Mexico, which measures from north to south 150 miles and from east to west 200 miles, or 8,000,000 acres in all. On its prairies and mountains roam 1,000,000 head of cattle, 700,000 1 sheep and 100,000 horses. The "farmhouse" is probably the most magnificent in the world, for It cost $2,000,000 to build and is more richly furnished than many a royal palace. On the homestead alone are employed a hundred male servants. The gardens are superbly laid out, the stables are magnificent, and there are accommodations for 500 guests. Scattered over this vast ranch are a hundred outlying stations, each one of which has charge of a certain portion of the estate. The horsemen, cowpunchers, line riders, shepherds and hunters number 2,000, and the Terrazas ranch Is the only one In the world which maintains Its own slaughtering and packing plant. Each year 150,000 head of cattle are slaughtered, dressed and packed and 100,000 sheep. Don Luis personally superintends the different Industries on his ranch, covering many thousands of miles on horseback during a 12-month. Don Luis was at one time governor of Chihuahua, but public life did not suit him; he preferred to spend his life riding over the plains and looking after his own enterprises. He Is three times as rich as any other man in Mexico, and has the name of being liberal and generous towards his workpeople. Don Luis Is a very handsome man, married to a beautiful wife. He Is the father of 12 children?seven sons and five daughters. The sons are all associated with Don Luis in looking after the ranch, while the daughters ?said to be the most beautiful 'women In Mexico?remain quietly at the homestead. All the children were educated In the United States, are highly accomplished, have traveled through Europe ard speak several languages. Don Luis founded his cattle ranch about fourteen years ago. and four years later he sought to import the finest cattle from Scotland and England. But the Import duty on foreign cattle was so heavy that it was Impossible to bring over the animals In quantities sufficient for his purpose, so Don Luis appealed to the Mexican ^..4 ?kn.. - J government, puinieu out tnc auauiuIty of restricting the importation of good stock into the country and succeeded in getting the Import tax repealed. Since that time Terrazas has increased his stock by the importation of something like 5,000 bulls of th* best breeds from the famous studs of Europe. Five years ago Terrazas installed on his ranch four big reservoirs, costing $500,000, besides which there are 300 wells scattered over the huge farm, some of them going down to a depth of 500 feet. These wells, the water from which is raised by means of . windmills, cost another $500,000. Every kind of grain is grown and Don Luis is constantly experimenting in the raising of different "foods" for supplying the wants of his immense herds during the rainless seasons. An enemy which has to be sternly fought on this great ranch is fire, and scarcely a summer passes without great tracts of prairie being laid waste by its destroying advance. Throughout the torrid months there is a man stationed on the "lookout" at every station each hour of the 24. and as soon as he sees indications that a fire has started he rings a massive alarm bell, and in an incredibly short time men come riding in, ready to fight the danger with their lives if necessary. The frightened cattle are driven sideways from the line of the oncominrr flro anH thnn the enemv is at tacked from the rear. It is no good attempting to stop a prairie Are from the front, for its progress is too rapid and too annihilating. Heavy chains are dragged along the ground, which help to weaken and dissipate the fire. Across the prairie long furrows 50 feet apart are quickly made, and these also help to stem the progress of the fire. All night the fight is kept up, and not until the last spark is quenched are the men able to take food and rest. In these efforts to subdue the flames Don Luis and his sons are usually to be seen working like demons and urging their men to greater efforts. Fighting a prairie fire has all the elements of danger, and for excitement it has few equals. For this reason Don Luis takes a fierce delight In combating the flames, and declares that It is one of the fascinations of a prairie life.?St. Louis Post Dispatch. ELECTRICITY ON THE OCEAN. It Serves Every Purpose in the Operation of Ships. Much has been written about the two leviathan Cunard steamers, Lusitania and Mauretania, yet comparatively few can grasp the significant part which electricity plays throughout these ships. A few facts relating to the electrical equipment of the Mauretania may be of interest. Apart from the 70,000 horsepower of the turbines which propel the ship through the water, the electrical power, which is supplied by four generators, represents an additional 2,144 horsepower. Electricity is used not only ror illuminating the ship at night, but for a multitude of other purposes, such as opsrating the elevators, of which there are two for passengers' use, eight for baggage and mails and two smaller ones in the pantries. Electrically driven cranes and winches are also provided. There are 6,300 electric lamps installed throughout the ship, giving the enormous total of over 100,000 candlepower. For heating the first class quarters 60 electric radiators have been fitted, to say nothing of some forty-three heaters in bathrooms for use during the cold weather. Numerous electric fans are used for ventilating the various rooms, and are so arranged that they can supply either warm,or cool air, according to the weather, while the air in the cabins can be totally changed six or eight times In an hour. Ventilating fans, 16 larger ones of 50 horsepower each, are fitted for supplying forced draft to the 25 boilers. In the extensive kitchens of the Mauretania electricity is called upon to play an Important role, and It may Interest some housewives to learn that one range alone has a frontage of about sixty feet and Includes a roaster with four vertical spits rotated by an electric motor, these spits being capable of dealing with half a ton .of meat at a time. This is In addition to a smaller roaster with three spits, driven In the same manner. In the bakery electricity Is employed to operate a large dough-making machine capable of making bread for at least 3,000 per ouuo. Among the miscellaneous apparatus driven by this wonderful unseen power are three circular knives for slicing ham and bacon, four potato peelers, a whisking machine, several egg boilers, numerous hot plates for keeping the food warm, five platewashing machines and two 12-quart freezers for making Ice cream for the passengers, a cold-storage plant and an electrical printing press which enables the Cunard Daily Bulletin to be published on board. Some idea of the size of this vessel may be obtained when it is mentioned that over 200 miles of wires and cables are fitted throughout the ship. The electric bell and telephone Installation on the Mauretanla surpass anything hitherto attempted In connection with ship work. Bell push buttons have been fitted In the various cabins, while telephones, of which there are upwards of 100 are in numerous parts of the ship and in all the best rooms. Apart from the Marconi wireless telegraph outfit, which enables passengers to learn all that Is going on in the world, just as If they were In a first-class hotel In St. Louis or London Instead of miles from land, means has been provided for coupling the ship up to the city telephone exchange when lying alongside the landing stages at Liverpool or New York, thus enabling passengers to communicate with their rrienas or 101 I transact business the moment the I I vessel touches the quay, or to say I good-by to friends in distant parts of I the city up to the time the boat leaves I I land. Electricity also plays an important I I part in the safety devices on board I I this wonderful ship, as for instance, I showing the officer in charge, which I water-tight doors are actually closed and what navigating lamps are lit. It Is also employed to operate the I foghorn from the wheelhouse, and I I for the system of fire alarms, In con-1 I nection with which there are 38 alarm I push buttons in prominent parts of I the vessel. Four electric searchlights are- earI ried on board, and. In addition to the I I usual complement of lifebuoys which I every ship carries, two special buoys I I have been provided for use at night. I I These, upon being released by press-1 ing a button automatically light a I tlare upon striking the water, thus in-I Idlcatlng their position. Mention must I also be made of the system of elec- I I trie clocks, which are placed in the I various saloons and important situa-1 tlons throughout the ship. The electric installation on this ves-1 I sel represents about $325,000 value, I lor some fifteen times the cost of the I I electric equipment on an average Atlantic liner.?St. Louis Post Dispatch. SUBSTITUTES FOR PULP WOOD. There Are Many Good One# That Now Go to Waste. The American nation has the reputa- I I tlon of wasting almost as much of its I I resources as it uses. Facts are often I advanced to show that there is much I truth in such a statement. A practical paper-maker recently I called attention to a few of the sources I I of enormous waste when speaking of I I the number of materials in America's I I refuse heap which are worth while I I considering as promising substitutes I for wood pulp. The northwest annually produces a I million and a half tons of flax stalks I which are not now used for anything. I That amount of waste remains after the twine makers take ail they want. It makes excellent paper. The farmers in the south burn or I I plow under thirteen million tons of I I cotton stalks every year. That which I I is plowed under is not wholly lost fori I it enriches the soil to some extent, but) I not so with what goes up in smoke. Five hundred thousand tons of fiber I have been adhering to cotton seed ev-1 ery year. It has been fed to farm stock I along with the seed and has done the I stock no good. Cattle and sheep dol not like the fiber and the seed cake isl better without it. A machine has been) invented, which, it is claimed, will I separate the lint from the seed. Paper) makers think they can use it. Nobody knows how many million | tons of cornstalks go to waste;) ) but In quality they are far ahead of) ) cotton stalks, and it is believed they) ) can be made into paper, although it has) not yet been done on a commercial) | scale. Thousands of acres of wild hemp) | grow in the southwestern part of the) country, particularly along the Colorado river. Its only use now is to shelter jack rabbits and coyotes, but it has splendid fiber and tests on a small scale show that excellent paper can be made from it. Paper making from straw is a wellestablished industry'. Bookbinders use thousands of tons of strawboard. The straw which goes to waste in western wheat fields would bring fortunes if made into paper. Lists of fibrous or woody plants suitable for paper are almost without limit, but only a few may be had in quantity sufficiently large to be worth considering. The time has not yet come when it is absolutely necessary that substitutes for pulp wood be found, but it is coming. The forests are still able to furnish materials for paper, but they canno': continue to do so for a great many years to come, at the present rate of cutting and growth. Makers of paper anticipate a scarcity of pulp wood and It Is this which prompts the active search now going on for substitutes. THE INVESTIGATOR. Frozen Into Arctic Ice For Sixtj Year?. The latest story from the far nortl caps the romance of Arctic exploratloi with an Incident which, but for Iti suggestions of cold and hardship would read like a fairy tale. It Is the story, not of a phantom ship sailing on summer seas, but of a world-famoui vessel which, since the year 1850, ha; been firmly locked In the embrace ol the Ice floes, and is now, after nearlj sixty years of exile In the far north to be returned to daylight and to civilization. Six years ago some hyperborean natives caught a glimpse of the strange craft perched high up In Its shroud ol Ice. Saturated with religious teachings and familiar with the scriptures, thej hurried back and reported that thej had found Noah's Ark. "The earth hath bubbles, as the water hath," muttered the missionaries, and nothing 'was done to verlfj tne lnrormauon. Eut last summer Capt. Jarvls of th( Roye.l Northwest mounted police hearc the story and paid a visit to the mysterious apparition. It proved to bf none other than the good ship Investigator in which Captain (afterwards Sir) Robert John le Mesurler McClure discovered the Northwest passage. Jarvls werjt on board the vessel made a thorough inspection of its contents, and, to his surprise, found ir excellent condition many of the instruments and supplies which had beer abandoned with the ship more thar half a century before. The reporl which he hjs sent to the British admiralty will in all probability lead tc the return of the Investigator to England, the vessel having been floated foi the first time since its imprisonment by the warm weather of last summer. The fame of the Investigator will always be inseparably associated with that of its gallant captain, whose feal turned a theory into a fact and added an achievement of imperishable glory to the annals of Arctic exploration. McClure was of Irish birth, the son of a captain in the 89th regiment. Born on January 28, 1807, he passed his examination as a lieutenant, entered the service of the British admiralty and served as a midshipman on board Nelson's flagship, the Victory. In 1846 he Joined the twelfth expedition which had been fitted out for the rescue of Sir John Franklin and the discovery of the Northwest passage. McClure went out as lieutenant, and on the return of the party in 1848, without having accomplished its object, the young officer was promoted to the rank of commander for the able part he had taken in the enterprise. The instructions received by the explorers were to proceed by the Pacific to Bering Strait, and then, if practicable, to Melville Island. The two vessels sailed from Plymouth on January 20, provisioned for three years, each with a crew of sixty-sij nlon a a nnfUnoH in fl(i. vance by the admiralty, was to press forward to the Sandwich Islands, refit there, and then use all diligence to pass Bering Strait and reach the Ice together by August 1. But a big gale In the Straits of Magellan decided otherwise. It parted the two ships s<j effectively that they never met again. Capt. McClure had to proceed alone to the Sandwich Islands. He refitted there, sailed northward toward the Ice, rounded Cape Barrow at midnight on August 6, and in a month had reached Cape Bathurst and Cape Parry. Here for a while the Investigator had to grope and grapple Its way along the shore. Then It struck up northward into the polar ocean until high land, some fifty miles off, came Into view. All that day and night the vessel worked to windward, and by morning touched the south headland rising up perpendicularly for 1,000 feet. Landing here, McClure called his discovery "Baring's Island." Behind it he found an extensive country with fine rivers, lakes and ranges of hills from 2,000 to 3,000 feet high. Then, resuming the journey, the Investigator sailed up a strait until but twenty-five miles separated them from Barrows Straits and from the Atlantic ocean. The great prize for which they had tolled now seemed easily within their reach. But, unexpectedly a northwest wind set the whole mass of Ice drifting to the east, and this obstacle effectually barred them out from Barrows straits. At this point an ice floe six miles long came rushing along and grazed the sides of the Investigator, which for a time was in imminent danger of being crushed. On the night of September 17, the crew secured the ship, by means of cables and hawsers, to a floe eight fathoms deep. To this, for safety, fr\r* ton mnntViQ HHftlnc down the straits some miles with the congealed mass. Finally, on September 30, just two months after it first entered the ice, the Investigator was solidly frozen in at the end of what Sir Edward Parry called "the most magnificent piece of navigation ever performed in a single season, and which the whole course of Arctic discovery can show nothing to equal." This compliment to McClure was rendered all the more deserved on October 31. The polar winter had then already set it, and for ten months it burled them as in a living tomb. As soon as the spring sun began to skirt the horizon search parties were organized and many Interesting geographical discoveries made. The spring came to an end, but there was no sign of movement in the ice. Higher still the sun went up in the polar summer, but the floe, soldered to a vast ice plain, kept its grip on the Investigator. Capt. McClure then tried blasting. Immediately around the ship were the shores of Barrows Straits. Opposite them lay Melville Island, and leading from this the channel which continued the polar waters into the Atlantic Ocean. Not less delighted than the returning Greeks who glimpsed the sea, McClure and his men proceeded to commemorate their discovery. They erected a cairn fifteen feet high and built Into it the words: "Oct. 26, 1850"?a date henceforth to be memorable In the annals of maritime enterprise. The hardy navigators had spent nine days away from their ship, and in that time had traveled 156 miles to and fro. The return was difficult, and i Capt. McClure had to spend' one night in the snow, j The men reached the Investigator 1 despite the fact that up to that time 3 the vast space between Bering Straits and Melville Island had never been 5 navigated. f Finding himself frozen and immov, able, McClure at once took precau3 tlonary measures. The deck of the f vessel was housed over and preparar tions were made for leaving the ship instantly In case the Ice should close . In on it and threaten the crew with death by famine. As soon as these . arrangements had been made, the > captain addressed himself to the t problem which the voyage of the Ini vestigator was intended to solve, r Did communication really exist be r tween them and Barrow Strait?between the space in which the vessel 5 then lay the waters of the Atlantic Ocean? r The answer to this question would forever settle the question of a northwestern passage, and McClure decided to obtain It All that summer of 1861 the ice plain over Barrow 8trait nevei once changed its moorings. Later, availing himself of movements in the floe, McClure endeavored to reach the north side of Baring's island, but after the ship had proceeded a little distance they met the ice again?the whole tremendous mass of it drifting eastward under a strong west wind. In all these manoeuvres and in many that followed the Investigator narrowly escaped being crushed. It finally reached a well protected bay? Mercy Bay the crew named It?a little to the south; it was there again frozen in on Sept. 24, 1851, and it r has been held there by the ice floe ever since. I The crew spent three winters in the i vessel, obtaining their supplies of t food by hunting expeditions, the chief 1 yield of which was seal, musk oxen r and polar bears. In the meantime the situation of the ship had become i known to whalers, Arctic explorers i and others, as well as to the British government, and the captain was enabled to send most of his men ' home. McClure spent four years In the imprisoned ship, having chosen to remain with the Investigator Just as long as there seemed to be any hope 1 of extricating her. He Anally aban. doned the vessel. On his return to England the queen knighted him. He died in 1873. ! The story of the ship has aroused no end of comment. Some Arctic ex plorers have pronounced the redis. covery impossible and set forth argu ments against the truth of it. Howi ever, there is no doubt that the ship was imprisoned in the ice and that i she may still be there, and It remains i yet for explorers to determine accur! ately all the details of the recent : wonderful tale.?Boston Herald. i SIZE OF BABYLON. Much Wild Conjecture Swept Away i By Recent Explorations. The report of the German Oriental society on the extensive explorations i carried out on the ruins of ancient Babylon, which has just been issued i under the editorship of Dr. Friedrlch Delitzsch, is a document of more than usual interest. Perhaps one of the most astonish, ing discoveries in the field of topographical research has been the tracing of the wa'ls of the city and the ascertainment of the true size of the great city. Wonderful descriptions i of the size of Babylon have been givI en, based chiefly on the hearsay evii dence of Herodotus, in ancient times, s and the theories of the late Dr. Op> pert. These writers made the city a I vast parallelogram, surrounded by a I wall fifty miles long and a hundred feet high, with one hundred gates, i and bisected by the Euphrates. AcI cording to them the area was about i as large as London and Paris togethi er, or some forty square miles. All this wild conjecture has been swept away. The exploration of the walls comi menced at the Babll fort, and here ! was found a wall twenty-five feet thick, with buttresses every stxty-feet. 1 The line of the wall was traced to the southeast angle, until it bends to ; the west and Joins the great quay on ; the banks of the river. This portion . was pierced by only one gate, the i gate of Isar, flanked by tall towers and decorated with friezes of lions and dragons in encaustic tile work. On the north it was traced to the river bank. The whole enclosure covered an area of a little over one square mile, or roughly that of our city of London. In the Kasr or "palace" mound were found the remains of two great : palaces, one built by Natupalassar, the other by Nebuchadnezzar. Both were most complex in plan, containing hundreds of rooms for the accommodation of retainers, officials in the royal family. The two palaces are separated by a street. The later or new edifice is on the eastern side and consists of several groups of chambers arranged around quadrangles separated by strong walls and gateways. The largest of these is a royal quadrangle, entered by a double gateway. On the south side of this square Is the northern facade of the royal Audience chamber or Selamllk. This facade was forty feet wide and had been richly decorated with floral designs in enamelled brick In yellow, white, blue and black. The audience hall measures 60 by 170 feet and on the south side is a deep alcove with a dais In front, where the royal throne was placed. What a historic chamber this Is! Here Nebuchadnezzar had sat and received homage on his conquest of Jerusalem. Perhaps in this very chamber Belshazzar's feast was held and the plaster covered walls had received the terrible message. Here Cyrus the conqueror was enthroned In June, 538 B. C? and perhaps in this very chamber Alexander of Macedon held the fatal revels after his overthrow of the empire of the east. Nebuchadnezzar speaks of richly decorated palaces and temples, but the one prevailing feature of all the buildings was the dull, monotonous brickwork, void of decoration. If gold and silver and precious stones, cedar and cypress wood, had been used, all disappeared long ago.?London Chronicle.