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?^?J??? ?mmmmm?mmm?m^^?mmmrnmm "iTi GEI8T8 sons, Publishers. ] i 4amil8 JJttrsjajer: Jfor the fromotion i| th? ^olitioat, go?ia7. ^grinaltapt and dJommettial Jnterists tf th< |to;l<. {TK"i^l*c"r7 Vit" 'knt"VA^k * established 1855. yobkville, s. (ttfiuday, septextrertrrioo^- ~~ jsto- 75. mn|01 p!R] By ETTA \ \ i lini m mi mi hi mi mi 0 CHAPTRR VUI?Continued. The moon rose over the snug garden, and shone into the room. The night was like day, the air full of balm and the earthly odors of spring. Far away the cowed, hushed sea moaned plaintively among the rocks of the shore. They finished their meal, and - rose up from the board. "Put on your bonnet. Dimple," said the doctor, "and we will go out for a little walk." She obeyed in silence. He wrapped her sad-colored shawl around her, drew her hand through his arm, and they went down the walk and stepped out into the high road. "Where are you going?" asked Dimple, peering up into his grave face. "That depends upon the distance to which you feel equal," said he. "I can walk like an Englishwoman." * "Then," said Dr. Philip, "let us go up the road to Hannah Duff's old house." She held fast to his arm, and glided on beside him as rapid and still as a ^ shadow. Two quiet, patient figures * they, plodding through the moonlignt. The doctor walked with his head down. Dimple raised hers, and looked up with a pathetic face to the blue night sky. They met no one. The lonely shore road was empty and deserted. The sea stretched in burnished white leagues, with small ripples twinkling under the big, white moon. The two went on till they came to a low, black house, standing under a ledge by the roadside, facing1 the rest^ less tides. The place was without occupant now ^ or sign of life. No human thing had lived in it for years. It had fallen, in consequence, into a state of great dilapidation. The empty, staring windows had half their panes crushed in. The door was without bolt or bar. It yielded readily to Dr. (Sower's touch, and he entered and Dimple followed him. What had brought him to this disastrous spot? He did not know. "A spirit in his feet." He had been led ?* there before in the same manner. Dimple clung timidly to his arm and looked around the desolate room. It was the same in which the branded child had first drawn her breath. ?*? 1?? fnr Hirt- and 11 was imeny uaic, uvuyi ? * cobwebs. A bat flew by them through the paneless window. Floods of moonlight streamed in and fell on floors and wall. Dr. Gower walked about, haggard and plunged in deep thought. "Yes," he muttered, "Hannah Duff ? is in her grave, and these four walls are as dumb as she. There is nothing animate or Inanimate to bear witness jl that which I would give years of my life to know." Dimple remained at the window, ner gloveless hands crossed on the sill, her blue eyes fixed on the. rocks and the sea. "The bed stood in this corner, you said. Philip. Here, then, she died. 1 have dreamed many times of the scene ** '?* ?? V* o Koantl. ?nannan tying nete anu mat ful mad woman denouncing you, as you have often described it to me." He did not answer. He was peering into the yawning seams of the walls, thrusting his walking stick into crack and crevice as he passed, and making lively work among the bats and dust. P "One would think," sighed Dimple, watching him, "that you were searching for something, Philip." "The instinct," he answered, "has become inordinately developed in nie, 1 fear. What could I expect to find in this place? The roof will be tumbling upon us directly; the very floor is growing uncertain?look at this." The hearth of the room was of stone, and extended forward from the chimney a full half yard. The doctor's foot had inadvertently touched some*UI Konnoth \t Q nrl hP lUIIIg lUUl 1UU V CU WVI1VWM. . v, V...V. knelt as he spoke, and heaved up with both hands one of the square, discolor^ ed stones. The moonlight fell full upon It, but It was a dim and Insufficient light. "What are you doing?" said Dimple; "what can you want with that, Philip?" "Is there anything under it?" he asked, half laughing; "any secret passage or hidden treasure?can you see, Dimple?" "You will break a blood vessel," she answered, "straining like that. I see nothing but darkness." "There's a luclfer in my vest pocket. Couldn't I trouble you to light It. that to we may have one look into the depths below ?" J ?- *vi r* /-?l-? onrl n hit . I fine urew UUl lilt Iiiaivu uuvi, vv ..v. 1 mor his whim, scratched it against the jamb. It blazed up brightly and shone full upon the stone into the cavity be* neath. Not a large cavity?no more than the length and depth of the stone. Both looked down?both saw lying at the bottom a white parcel, grimed with mold and dust. "Ah," said the doctor. Dimple snatched It up. Out went the luclfer, and fell in a red spark from ^ her hold. The stone fell also, for Dr. Gower's hands were growing rather tired of holding it. Dimple ran to the window and the moonlight. "Come and see. Philip!" she cried. - "What can it be?" She gave it to him to open. He tore away fold upon fold of soiled paper, and came to the thing it inclosed, lv - 1... .,.! t?. r. ..... IT? liff.wl II1K IIKf <x IVC I iin III ?. ii 111. lie Iiiicu it 'twixt thumb and finger. It was a ring. Each took It in turn, looked at It closely and in silence. A somewhat curious ring, made for a delicate woman's finger. The metal, red Roman ^ gold; the design, a frail twisted thread. supporting a shield of blue enamel, with the letter G i. -ed thereon?a bas-relief of brilliants. On the inner surface was a name marked in Old English letters. By the aid of anoth% er match they deciphered it with some difficulty. It was "Adah." Dr. Gower and his little sad-eyed wife looked at each other. V. PIERCE. mymiyii m MMMflimiiiiinmL "What does It mean?" she asked, breathlessly. He was silent a moment, pondering. "I think," he answered, slowly, "it means those two women." "Hannah Duff?" "And the mother of the, missing child. It Is a costly trinket, as you see. Without doubt It belonged to her." "You think the old creature stole It?" cried Dimple, striving to read his face by the moonlight. "Or It might have been left with the child," he answered. "It is likely Hannah Duff hid it there beneath the hearth, simply because she dared not dispose of it in any other way, marked as it is." "Indeed, it must be so!" cried Dimple, catching: her breath; "and this name, this letter on the shield?oh, [Philip, Philip!" "Hush!" he answered, with passionate pain, "hush, darling! Let us indulge in no false hopes at this late day. It may mean a great deal to us or it may mean nothing. Adah! There are hundreds of women called that G Id the initial letter of a thousand names." She looked up at his pale face very wisely and solemnly. "Let us take the goods the gods provide, Philip. It is her name?the name of the woman who stole little Moppet ?her name and her ring. Is not that something? Is not that a clue?" "It is! it Is! The first, too, we have found in fourteen years. Strange! I have walked that hearth scores of times and never before noticed anything wrong about it. Darling, let us go!" He rolled the ring in its original wraps and placed it carefully in his breast pocket. They slipped out into the moonlight, and, closing the crazy * 1 * Knnlr tAU'Q T*H door Demna mem, lumm wvn .. _ the cottage. "G," murmured Dr. Gower to himself. with paling lips. "Yes; there are many, many names beginning with G." CHAPTER IX. Two girls were pacing together up and down a frat-darkening corridor of the pensionnat of St. Catherine's in the twilight. Rain was falling outside. The trees in the playground writhed and twisted and gToaned in me winu, as if a suffering dryad was shut up in every one. The two girls, their arms around each other, after the fashion of their sex and years, walked slowly and with sad faces. The younger was in traveling costume. She carried her hat sv inging in her hand. Her whole air was listening and expectant. "Hark! is that a carriage, Sibyl?" she cried, running to a window at the end of the corridor. "What a noise the wind makes tonight! No; nothing but those everlasting boughs twisting and groaning. "Why does not guardy come?" "It still lacks a half hour to six," pouted she who had been called Sibyl, a girl with grand dark eyes and a skin like velvet. "You are very impatient to get away, Paulette. You'll forget me in a week, betwixt this guardian J and his fine Maryland home. Hope you'll not marry him off-hand, as so many of the heroines in the story books do." She stood staring out of the pensionnat window?Paulette Rale, General Guilte's ward, as he called her? as she called herself?older than when we saw her last, taller, crowned now with eighteen full and perfect years. A figure petite still, but faultless in every curve, and full of the same marvelous grace which had enchanted all eyes upon the boards of the Boston playhouse. She had, too, the whiterose face of old, with its languishing dark eyes and yellow hair. But over 1 ? nhontro Vinrt nasspd?It UCl UCttUlJ cl vuuitDv was no longer that of a child, but of a proud, conscious, splendid woman. "Marry guardy!" she cried, with a gay laugh. "My chere, he Is seventy years old?a patriarch?but, oh! grand and upright and strong as an old lion. It happened that you were always visiting among the girls when he came here to see me." "You are very fond of him, I suppose?" said Sibyl, absently. "Yes," answered Paulette, drumming on the pane with her slim, ringless fingers; "how could I be otherwise? He hoo hopn v??rv kind to me?kinder than I can tell, Sibyl. I am altogether alone In the world but for him. You have a home and a mother, but I have none." Sibyl Arnault advanced slowly to the window. A remarkable girl so far as looks go?tall and patrician, wearing her gray school dress as if it had been purple and ermine. She looked not unlike the Diana of the Louvre, standing so still and statue-like in the half light. Her face was dark, rich, creamy?it was full of a snaring loveliness which seized together on soul and senses. She had black, grandlycut eyes, and a great abundance of purplish-black hair rippling over an inch or two of smooth, opaque forehead and a fine air of birth and breeding. alike the envy and the wonder of every girl in the pensionnat. "No home! no mother like mine!" she repeated, lifting her shoulders. "Mon amie, you know as much of the Great Mogul as I do of any home but these four walls?of any mother save the teachers here." "But you have her letters, Sibyl, dear, and surely you remember her a little?a very little?" She of the black eyes laughed shortlv "No, I do not. How should I? I have lived here all my life, and she has never once visited nie nor allowed me to visit her. True, when I shut my eyes and think, and sometimes in sleep. I see?oh, so far and misty! oh, so tender and loving! a fair woman's face, with hair like yours hanging aiound it: but. somehow, I do not think it is my mother. This is my one side memory outside of St. Catherine's. "How very odd," said Paulette, in a constrained voice. "Do you know how long you have been here, ma belle?" CHARLES W/F WB Information of President Taft's api James with a man of bis own cboosli Fairbanks to Great Britain. In spite sndor has been made, the representath vice president Is one of the most favoi Fairbanks Is a repetition of the rep< Experienced politicians then declared i honor, probably the ambassadorship t< banks, long a successful social leader, Mrs. Fairbanks are now In Pekln. "Sixteen years; ever since my third birthday." A loud, lamentable blast tears through the trees In the playground. Faulette listens a mpmeni ana uimu goes on lightly: "But her letters, Sibyl, dear; she writes you very regularly, I'm sure? you have her letters?" Sibyl's face did not soften In the least "Such as they are. Mamma certainly does not gush In them?she does not bore me with sentiment. But, then, she is a confirmed Invalid; that may explain all." "What can she mean by keeping you here so long?" mused Paulette, In deep sympathy with her friend. "Can she have forgotten your age? Does she know how beautiful you are? I never supposed a mother could remain parted voluntarily from a child for sixteen years." "You now see that It Is possible," rejoined Sibyl, dryly. "Mamma confines herself exclusively to paying my bills, writing me a letter of five or six lines per month and sending me plenty of pin money?I always have more of that than any other girl In the pen slonnat. Oh, Paulette, It Is monstrous! Why does she not com? for me? Long ago I learned all that can be taught here. How tired I am of the place! How I hate It! How I long to be gone!" This with great passion, dashing her slim white hands down upon the window sill. Paulette leaned quickly over and kissed her. The two girls seemed very fond of each other. "Of course; certainly. Why should you not? I long to go, too?though how I have been petted here, to be sure, and what a trial I have been to everybody inside these four walls! I long to see Maryland and Hazel Hall, and the Hilda Burr of whom guardy talks so much. And, oh! one always has so much before one at eighteen. It is abominable to keep you shut up here like a nun. Do not the teachers know the true reason of it?" "No; I have asked them. Mamma is very ill. they answer?as if, in that case, she could have no possible need of a grown daughter. Hark! I am qu'te sure I hear wheels at last." They started. They listened. A faint tinkle pealed through the corridor?it was the ringing of the bell. "Guardy!" gasped Paulette, flinging herself into the other's arms. A moment after and a tall, gray woman's figure appeared in the corridor. She approached Paulette, with a card in one hand and a candle in the other. Its light streamed full on the two girls waiting in the window?on the one with her yellow hair and general creamlike loveliness; on the other with her southern eyes and dark, snaring face, for which another Antony might forfeit a world. ? stnllswl Hioe A nrrno my urtii tunu, taucu mioo ntiguo, one of the under teachers, "General Gullte of Maryland, Is here." "Come with me, Sibyl," said Paulette, drawing her companion after her down the stairs. "You must see my dear old lion. We have only a moment longer, dear. Quick! before the teachers and the other girls gather to see me off." "Oh! you will forget me, Paulette?I know it!" sighed Sibyl, pensively. "You will write me a few letters at first?then you will forget; it is the way of the world." "The world!" Paulette flashed round quickly, as they were descending the stair. "What do you know of the world? You who have been shut up all your lire in st. uatnarines: as far as experience goes I am twice your age, you absurd child. Why, you are a mere baby, but I have been in Vanity Fair and have it by heart! No, I shall never forget you?it is very unkind of you to say it. Guardy! guardy! here I am, and here is my bosom friend, Slby) Arnault." This last as she flew across the parlor and flung her arms around the general's neck. He stood awaiting her entrance, an old lion, indeed, his tall, cloaked figure erect and stalwart, his white head uncovered, his fierce old bronzed face tender and expectant. Paulette dragged it down to her own and kissed the leathery cheek. "Here am I." she repeated, "and here is my dear friend, Sibyl Arnault." "And wonaeriui wen you iuuh, my love," said General Gullte, patting her head as he would a child's. "You have grown, too; an Inch or more, I should say. And this is your friend? I am glad to meet any friend of yours, my dear." Mm [0 MAY BE SENT TO ENGLAN] FAIRBANKS. mrent Intention to supplant Wbltelaw I ig has revived the report of the preside of the fact that no official declaration c res of foreign nations seem to cling tens red ones under consideration. The rumc >rt circulated In Chicago during the cc that the retiring vice president was boi > Great Britain. Social gossip In Washlr would welcome the selection of her bus Donlalfft'o trAllAiir nPAUrn ho VYCI X C&UJCllV a JOliVIT vivnu MW looked at Sibyl. The grlrl had paused just inside the door, where the light fell full upon her rich young beauty? the slim, straight figure, the high-bred face, with Its midnight eyes and hair. General Guilte stared at her; his smile, his courtly old-school air vanished. "The name; I did not hear the name," he said, quickly. "Arnault," answered Paulette. "I have written it a dozen times in my irim .-/11. Dmv n/ima fnrworS icucio, guaiuj. a aofjf vwiiiv *v. ???, Sibyl. You two must know each other?you must be friends." Sibyl came forward accordingly and bowed to the old soldier. "I should like you better," she said, smiling sadly, "if you were not taking from me my best friend." He did not answer at once. His whole aspect had grown strange and stony, but the veins on his forehead stood out like whip-cords. "Rubbish!" he burst forth at length. "You are short of friends, Indeed, if you count this little butterfly your host nno Arnault ! Rv tho thunder I of heaven! I had hoped never to hear that cursed name again so long as I should live!" Sibyl recoiled. His old eyes flashed fire as he stared down at her. Greatly alarmed and mortified, Paulette instinctively stepped between them. "Guardy! guardy! Why, what Is there so dreadful In Sibyl's name? "This is not like you!" bursting Into quick tears, while Sibyl herself stood unmoved and expressionless. "I am sure you quite forget yourself." He softened, as strong men always do at sight of a weeping woman, but into his face came a sort of sullen gloom. "True," he cried, quickly. "What business have I to make a scene like this? I do forget. Your pardon, child ?your friend's pardon. I have a sad temper. 'What's in a name?' Hers has an unpleasant sound, because 't was once worn by a person who wrought me deadly harm. What of that? One ought to forgive at my age, but I have a heart like a millstone. Is your baggage ready, Paulette? Then, by all means, make your good-by and let us be gone." He had grown testy, cold and abrupt in a moment. He turned from the two girls and stared out of the window?out into the dark, drenched playground. Paulette touched Sibyl's arm. "Was ever anything so absurd?" she murmured. "Your name! Do not mind him?pray, do not?he will forget it tomorrow?old people have always fitful tempers. Here comes Miss Essay and the Angus. Embrace me! You will write all the same? come to see me all the same in Maryland? There; good-by to confidences." A great bustle ensued, everybody crowding around the petted beauty of the school for a parting word?Miss Essay lauding her loudly to that grim old ramrod of a general who still kept his forbidding look; the porters bringing down her baggage from the dormitory above; the shrill voices of the girls. Sibyl Arnault stood like a statue and heard and watched all this ?heard Miss Essay remark that it was a bad night for traveling, and then Paulette's arms were around her for the last time?Paulette's kisses fell on her face. "Good-by! good-by! Shall she not come to see me in Maryland, guardy?" she hears Paulette whisper. "If you like," he answers, coldly. "Hazel Hall is to be your home. You are always free to invite whom you will to me t you there." Then one glimpse of Paulette's beautiful face peering back at her from the carriage door, another of the frowning old man who hates her, as it seems, by instinct, and the wheels go around, the dark falls, Miss Angus closes the door with a sigh and all is over. Sibyl sat down upon the stair. Ev ti > uiuift nit iiii'iiii-ui strruieu mlng before her eyes. "You will miss her greatly," said the under teacher as she turned and saw the lonely figure In Its attitude of deep dejection. "When will my turn come? Oh, Miss Angus, when will my turn come?" cried Sibyl, from her full heart. "Speedily, let us hope, since you long so to leave us," sighed Miss Anfrus. "Is one to go on In this way content for ever?" demanded the girl, clinching her fierce little hands. "I cannot? I will not! I shall die If I stay here lunger?1 sunn, inaeea: 9 AS AMBASSADOR, AND MBS. Held as ambassador at the court of St nt's desire to send ex-Vice President if the president's choice of an ambastclously to the belief that the former ir of the possible appointment of Mr invention which nominated Mr. Tnft. nrl f K A n/\n /\# I liu iu uc icnaiucu n uu a |;uoi ui igton made It evident that Mrs. Fair band as Mr. Reld's successor. Mr. and Miss Angus, well used to these outbursts, answers only by another sigh and the following: "The bell has rung for tea, and one must eat and drink, if one's heart is heavy." Eat and drink? Yes; though empires fall and life be emptied of everything that makes It worth having. Sibyl arose from the stair and went gloomily out Into the salle-a-manger, where the other pupils were gathered to raven. To tell the truth, she was no great favorite among them, this girl with her fine, high-bred ways and extraordinary beauty, who knew so little dbout herself and of whom everybody else knew so little, and who seemed now to have become a fixture at St. Catharine's. "And so Paulette Is gone," they whispered, glibly "Lucky girl! That old guardian of hers is a Jew for richness Miss Essay says. He has a great hall on the Chesapeake, built before the Revolution. Oh, the lovers she will have!" with a great burst of envy. "Is it not your turn next, Miss Arnault? When are you going?" "Never," answered Sibyl, dryly. "I shall turn nun, no doubt, and take the veil here, and so have done with it." Up in her dormitory that night she aJfo atorlnc hlanklv out IntO the darkness, while they giggle and jabber around her of lovers and lessons and tricks played on poor Miss Essay. Her own bed, formerly shared with Paulette, remains empty far into the night. She sits with her face glued to the pane, her black eyes fixed upon the cold, rainy night without. Of what is she thinking, that she gazes so steadily? "Better come to bed, Sibyl," calls one of the girls, sleepily. "You'll get a galloping consumption there in the draughts, and spoil your beauty, too, keeping late hours." "Don't I wish Miss Essay could see her at It!" said another. "Hope she hasn't been and fallen in love with any of the professors. Mariana, In the 'Moated Grange,' never looked half so lovelorn." But the girl at the window neither stirs nor answers. When Miss Angus appears at the door, on her nightly rounds, she sees the figure sitting there so stark and motionless, but does not disturb it. "My mother!" the girl is thinking, with passionate bitterness, her hands locked fiercely, her dark eyes filled with feverish pain. "Where is my mother, I wonder, tonight? How many more years?my best years, too ?am I to waste here? I hope I may love her. I do not think I do now. And does she love me? Certainly not, or -u- ?* J V?a1 A n\r\r\t #i*Atn ant: wuuiu nevci uu.?c nciu uuvt > ? mc all this while. Who does love me? Not a human being In the world but Paulette, and she will forget me now In her new home, with that dreadful old man who quarreled at once with my name." She slipped out of her clothes at last and crept to bed with these thoughts stinging and buzzing through her brain like swarming bees. Still haunted by them she fell asleep. She slept on for a few hours and then awoke. The clock was just striking six. The rain beat on the window at tne neaa or tne oeu. ai u? foot stood Miss Angus, holding a candle, which shone with a feeble, sickly light in the chilly, gray dawn. "What is it?" cried Sibyl, starting up, confused at the sight. "What has happened?" The under teacher put her thin hand around the flaring flame. "Rise at once. You are sent for. Miss Arnault," she said, briefly. (To be Continued.) The Rhineland Legend.?There is a Rhineland legend of three German robbers who, having acquired by various atrocities what amounted to a very valuable booty, agreed to divide the spoil and to retire from so dangerous a vocation. When the day appointed for this purpose arrived one of them was dispatched to a neighboring town to purchase provisions for their last carousal. The other two secretly agreed to murder him on his return that they might divide his share between them. They did so. But the murdered man was a closer calculator even than his assassins, for he had previously poisoned a part of the provisions. that he might appropriate to himself the whole of the spoil. This precious triumvirate were found dead together. Jt?'Anyway, people- who act foolish 1 never get lonesome. I iUiscclliutrous $kadin|). PEARY'8 WORK IN THE ARCTIC. He Has Done Much Besides Hunting For the Pole. Peary did not begin to attract public until ahnnt 1 fiftfi tn/o VPfl TS after his first visit to Greenland, when he made a modest sledge Journey on the Inland ice of the southern part of the island. The first thing that drew a little notice to him was a lecture he delivered before the department of geography of the Brooklyn institute. This geographical society had been recently organized and its president was casting about for an entertaining lecturer when he happened to think that a man in the government service named Peary had gone up to Greenland and traveled some distance on the inland ice. He knew nothing of Peary's capacity as a lecturer, but he thought the topic was a little unusual and that a description of the Journey might help to give the young society a beneficial impulse. Peary gladly consented to come, and the president hit upon the following expedient to attract a little notice to the society. He asked Peary to write out an abstract of his lecture. Peary supplied it. If printed in full it would make a newspaper column. Eight or ten copies were distributed, and it was printed on the day after the lecture in two or three of the New York and Brooklyn newspapers. As Peary wrote it himself It was naturally an able and accurate summary of his Greenland Journey. The report happened to fall under the eye of an official of the Philadelphia Academy of Sciences and Peary was invited to lecture before that body. The man and his talk kindled interest in himself and his plans. The Philadelphia society did a great deal to make Peary known, and when he started on his first expedition, the total cost of which was $6,000, half ol that sum was supplied by his new friends In the Quaker city. The re suits of this expedition included 1,300 miles of sledge routes on the inland Ice of Greenland and proof that the country was the largest Island in the world. This Journey made Peary famous, and he was thereafter his own best advertiser. A great deal has been said in the last week or two about this and that explorer who champions Cook or pins his faith to Peary, as the person best entitled to be called the discoverer of the north pole. There are wheels within wheels, and it is not always possible to know the exact mental attitude which Inclines a man to express this or that view. Cape. Sverdrup, the explorer who revealed a considerable number of large islands in the Parry Archipelago, has been in the last few days one of the most earnest supporters of Cook's claims. Perhaps the following facts had no Influence in augmenting Sverdrup's enthusiasm for Cook, but it is certain that at one time the feeling between the Norwegian explorer and Peary was not friendly. Sverdrup sailed north on Nansen's famous ship the Fram in 1899 with a deliberate intention of trying to carry out himself nearly every feature of a programme of research which Peary had outlined in a paper he read before the American Geographical society as the work that would engage him on his next expedition. Sverdrup adopted Peary's plans, including the north pole as his chief aim. It seems remarkable that, with vast unknown areas before him, his friends should approve of his attempt to occupy the field where Peary had for years labored alone and that he should borrow from the American explorer every idea which he planned to carry out. Peary was naturally indignant and wrote a letter of protest before he or Sverdrup left home, against the proposed occupancy of his field by the Norwegian. Sverdrup, however, pushed right into Peary's domain, and the only thing that defeated his purpose to attempt to race to the pole against Peary was that he did not succeed in getting his vessel up north through the Smith Sound channels. He stuck in the ice and was a prisoner for many months, while Peary went triumphantly on his way. Sverdrup was very much disgusted at his bad luck and so he turned south and west among the Parry islands where he made some splendid discoveries. It should be said for Peary that when these Norwegians appeared on the scene he was careful not to show them any resentment, though far and wide their intention to undertake the same work in the same field was regarded as an act of discourtesy almost unparalleled in exploration. Even the supply ships that visited Peary from year to year were offered to carry to the Fram anything that the friends of the Norwegian explorers desired to send to them. Of course, everybody knows that Dr. Cook is accused of similar discourtesy. He deliberately and secretly prepared to enter Peary's field for the distinct purpose of carrying out the same work, the discovery of the north pole, toward which Peary had been striving for many years. Cook did this when he knew that the failure of a contractor to complete the work he had agreed to do in refitting the Roosevelt within the contract time, would compel Peary to defer his voyage north for a year. If it had not been for the delay thus occasioned Peary would have been 400 miles north of Cook's camp at the time Cook started on his march to the north pole. Being so much nearer the pole he would have had far less work to do than fell to the lot of Cook on his northern Journey. Every explorer preceding Peary in Greenland waters took a very unfavorable view of the possibility of making effective use of the Esquimaux in exploratory work. He, however, believed in the Esquimaux as valuable assistants in carrying out his enterprises. He was the first to utilize the natives as a very* important factor in carrying out his work. He has added greatly to the comfort of these most northern natives of the world. "There are a dozen men among the handful of Smith Sound natives." he it.Ht?n? KiirvAn naiu iw uic ? IUCI UIIC uaj, u^wu whom I can depend to do anything. Sledging up Smith Sound last spring, I said to a party of men I was leaving behind: 'You know there are musk oxen back there. Go and kill some of them and bring the meat here on sledges and cache It for me. When I come back I shall need some fresh meat and I shall expect to -find It here."" The meat was there when Peary returned. After he got back to Camp Peary he thought K was highly desirable to take home with him a couple of live musk oxen. He said to some of the Esquimaux: "There are plenty of musk oxen over tnere,' indicating a piace mat waa about sixty-five miles away. "The grass Is green there now and you will find them grazing. I want two live musk ox calves. I expect you to go there and capture them In any way that you please and to bring them to me safe and sound. I know you will not injure them in any way." The men started with their sledges and in due time reappeared with two fat calves in perfect condition. They had carried the little animals on their sledges, cutting grass on the route for their provender, keeping them in their tent at night safe from dogs and wolves, and on the last stage of the Journey home, when they were crossing ice, where vegetation did not flourish, they fed the calves with grass which they had packed into their kamiks, or boots. This was the first stage of Peary's experiment, thus far successful, in the introduction of musk oxen into this country. The explorer says that on a sledge Journey when he had occasion to turn back a sledge with its team and driver, the load it carried having been consumed, he could send the native back with his dogs and empty sledge in perfect confidence that the man and dogs would get home all right. The native would be able to kill all the game he needed on the way. The explorer, however, took the most scrupulous care to provide against suffering and accident on all his routes. In every food cache that he planted on the long route In Smith Sound there was a ra Hon for every man and dog that passed it going north, to be used on the return Journey if necessary. Many persons have the idea that Peary has done little else than hunt for the north pole. It should not be forgotten, however, that it was Peary who proved the fact that Greenland was an island. Many years ago Petermann's Mltteilungen contained an article by its editor, the great Dr. Petermann, giving his reasons for believing that Greenland was of almost continental extent, stretching probably across the pole and down the other side to the neighborhood of Asia. The same publication was the first to announce that Peary Lad proved that Greenland was an island?a very large island, to be sure, for it is nearly three and a half times as large as France. tie was not searcomg iur me puic when he surveyed more than 600 miles of coast line along the shores of north Greenland and 300 miles of coasts along the northern shores of Grant Land. When he was seeking to find the true outlines of Greenland he traveled 2,600 miles over the Ice cap of the Interior. His Journeys on this tremendous ice mass were four or five times as long as those of all the other explorers of its surface. He has reached the pole, but this achievement will never dwarf the value of his great pioneer services to geography In other directions. Peary never lost faith that the Smith Sound channels were the best route to the pole. After the Nares expedition of 1876, the Smith Sound route as a means of approaching the pole fell into disfavor among Arctic explorers. Peary, however, has always regarded it as one of the most feasible routes, with the distinctive advantage of offering the land base that is nearest the pole. His faith In this route has been justified and he has won the prize by passing through these long channels to the ice covered sea on which he Journeyed to the earth's northern axis. / People have generally little idea of the tremendous amount of physical exertion that the Peary parties have s-J 1- rtknnnolo Tn AflA expcoueu 111 UICDC WHUH??D. season, for example, Peary cached 10,000 pounds of provisions at fifty mile intervals along: the 250 miles of the channels In spite of the terrible confusion and obstruction of the ice masses choking these narrow waterways. Pages might be filled with funny or ridiculous statements that have been made in newspapers, and particularly foreign publications, about Peary and his work. In one of his reports he said, for example, that the itinerary of a Journey upon the Inland ice might be followed with nearly the precision with which freight trains are run on rail roads. This innocuous remark was cabled to the foreign press in skeleton form, and the dispatch after being filled out appeared in the English press In the following remarkable manner: "Lieut Peary is of the opinion that his expedition has shown that an itinerary of a Journey upon the inland ice of Greenland may be followed with precision and that railroads may be laid down and worked." One of the London editors made this the text of an editorial article in which he solemnly inquired: "Is it possible that Lieut. Peary has overlooked the fact that Ice which Is moving down toward the sea could never be made a stable basis for a railway track?" More than once Peary has used his faithful natives as mail carriers to deliver letters from his northern camps to whaling vessels far south, which In the course of time have taken them to Dundee, Scotland, to be mailed to their destination in this country. One of these Esquimau mail carriers brought the only news from Peary that reached this country in a year. It was after the dawn of spring in 1892 that the explorer and his wife wrote letters to their friends at home, telling: how the long: winter night had passed and that Peary was about to begin his great sledging work which resulted in a survey and map of the 250 miles of coasts of Inglefleld gulf. The letters were put in a package and given to one of the Esquimaux, who sledged along down the coast to Cape York, nearly 200 miles to the south. It was on April 15 that he left Peary and it is not known exactly when he confided the package of letters to the captain of one of the Dundee whalers. At any rate all the letters safely reached Scotland and later were stamped in London December 7, 1892. They *"A-A 1 ? I Inn ovoont tho f WCIO All 5UUU VWIIUIUVil SAVVJ/I, VtN?k?, their coverings bore the traces of greasy Angers. Peary has never had the slightest faith in the practicability of aerial navigation in the polar .regions. It is doubtful if even now, with all the wonderful progress that has been made in aeronautics, he has changed his view on this question. He has always thought it would scarcely be Dossible to keen a balloon afloat even for a few days In the higher latitudes, and he has often given this illustration in support of his opinion: When he was sledging on the inland ice of Greenland, a mile and a half above sea level, he usually found that any poles that were stuck upright In the snow when he crawled into his sleeping bag would be covered with a thick layer of hoar frost on the windward side by the time he arose. Peary believed that the effect of such a coating spread over the large area of cloth in a balloon would be entirely to destroy the buoyancy of the airship. It would be Interesting to have his views of the new aeroplane as a means of polar transportation. Many newspapers have recently made the mistake of saying that Dr. Cook on starting from the Greenland coast on his northern Journey crossed Elk <mere Land to the Arctic ocean. The fact k that his Journey was across that part of the great island which Is Known ad UTinneti Mna, wane wie name Ellesmere Land is entirely confined, on good map*, to the southern part of the Island. This would be a serious blunder in the reports If it appeared hi an official work, but It is mentioned here merely to recall the fact that Peary corrected the old idea that Elleemere Land was separated from Orinnel Land by a wide strait Peary discovered that these two regions are one and the a same land, with different names for their northern and southern parts, anc he was thus able to settle one of the most interesting geographical problems of that region. There were one or two curious resemblances between Peary's sledging experiences in 1906 and those of Cagnl, the right hand man of the Duke of the Abruzzi, when he made a record in 1900 that stood for a time as the highest north. Both explorers were greatly delayed by the opening of wide channels in' the sea ice and both ran great risks of losing their lives by crossing from one ice field to another on v?ry thin, new ice. Peary's party was saved by the fact that it had eight dogs which were used for food. Cagnl also was delayed so long by open water that he could not possibly get back to camp beforei the exhaustion of his food supplies. He therefore picked out eight of his dogs which were to be killed one by one as needed to eke out the rations of the party. They began to eat the dogs, but the conditions of travel grew more favorable and not all of the animals became food for explorers. On the whole, not much has been written of Dr. Cook. The reason is, evidently, because in polar work be has heretofore served In subordinate capacities and his superiors have done more than he to command attention. His first book, "Through the First Antartic Night," a description of the work and experiences of the Belgian south polar expedition, was a book of marlf on/I utisl fovnrohlv pa^IvaH hv polar authorities and his comrades in this enterprise. His last book told the story of his visits to Mount McKlnley and his claim to have ascended this highest of North American summits. His first expedition to the mountain was described by one of his comrades in a work ridiculing Dr. Cook on every page. The book fell flat Among the qualities of Dr. Cook is one that has been admired by those who know him well. There have been times in his career when it has seemed to his friends that he had not been kindly treated, that he was snubbed and neglected by those who owed him gratitude. Did any one ever hear Dr. Cook refer to these things or Indicate in any way the slightest bitterness of spirit? The writer of these lines, at least, has never heard from the man a word of protest, of anger or of criticism. In past years his lips seem to have been sealed against the expression of any unkindly or vindictive sentiment.?New York Sun. Complexion and Crime. In Europe, it has always been customary to think the criminal type as brunette?burglars, pirates, villains of the drama and "black hags." Of course, complexion of Itself has nothing to do with criminality, says the Medical Record, yet there is a reason for the popular tendency to consider the ofTender class as brunette and the upper types as lighter. The southern drift of the population in Europe has always caused an overlaying of brunette southern types by the bigger, blonder northerners, who have been the world's brainy races for so long a time, and who have been the aristocrats and lawmakers. The poor peasant, then, always had an overlord of lighter complexion than himself. The lady in the castle was blonder than the peasant woman in the hut. Centuries and perhaps thousands of years of these conditions have nau tne erreci 01 creauns me tunuuj impression that what is above us is blonder than we and that which is beneath us darker. Art and literature have been at work crystallizing it in painting and poetry. The princess is pictured as a blonde, though many of them are dark brunettes; good fairies and angels are almost always given yellow hair, and even dolls "made in Germany" are blondes as a rule. The artist paints Christ as a blue-eyed blonde, though such types probably did not exist in Palestine. The same rule is found in ancient times. Homer's gods and men were frequently fair, and Venus generally blonde, though occasionally given dark eyes. Milton's Eve was a blonde. Greek sculptors quite fre quently painted llgnt nair on tneir statues. Havelock Ellis, In one of his works, mentions many Illustrations showing the admiration for blue-eyed blondes, among poets, pa'-^ers and esthetic writers, from the T.<nalpsance to modern time, not only in Italy, but in Spain, France and Germany. The same tendency Is shown In the mural decorations of public buildings in America. The blonde being reserved for the ideal in all the virtues, it left the brunette type to represent the lowly and criminal. Mary Magdalene is never a blonde, but the virgin generally is; the thieves on the cross are bru nettea, but Christ in their midst is blonde?and there is a wealth of illustration in folklore, art and literature that dark types are used for the villains.