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Show ; A FELON'S LOVE. BY HRXRY W. XHSFIPI.D. which I did every day since J aT tor o this place, to keep up 80rn(J 'M' of religion, and was gone to a Bl hard by the church where th a chants meet, and where the presld''" of the council was, who came into company and engaged me to takemy glass of wormwood wine as a vvh ? before dinner, he being my very E0 , friend, I stayed with him, upon whih he lighted a pipe of tobacco, he was pretty long in taking, ana not being willing to leave him before It was out, this determined me from go-ing go-ing to dinner to one Captain Roden's" whither I was invited, whose house' upon the first concussion, sunk into the earth, and then into the sea win, his wife and family, and some that were come to dine with him. Had I been there I had been lost. But to return re-turn to the president and his pipe of tobacco; before that was out I found the ground rolling under my feet, upon which 1 said to him, 'Lord, sir, what is that?' He replied, being a very grave man, 'It is an earthquake. Ee not afraid; it will soon be over.'" Despite the president's assurance, he disappeared, and was never heard of again. Continuing, the rector wrote' "I made toward Morgan's Fort, because I thought to be there securist from fall-ing fall-ing houses, but as I was going I 8aV the earth open and swallow up a multitude mul-titude of people, and the sea mounting in upon them over the fortifications. Moreover, the large and famous burying bury-ing ground was destroyed, and the sea washed away the carcasses. The harbor har-bor was covered with dead bodies.float-ing bodies.float-ing up and down. CHAPTER XVIII. (Continued.) One of the men fell it was Sullivan, j Rolling over on the hillside, he lay ! still, shot through the forehead. No more "lightning rum" would he dispense dis-pense at the charge of one shilling per "nobbier;" no more unwary bushmen would he waylay and rob of their hard-earned hard-earned cheques! Sullivan's long career ca-reer of vice was closed forever and now he would have to settle a longer score than ever he had chalked up against his customers in all his life a score such as rogues of his type never expect to be called upon to pay. "Come on, lads!" cried the trooper. "Fire; but spare the woman if you can." At that moment the door was thrown open and a woman appeared, firing five or six shots from a revolver upon the besieging party. Rushing Into close quarters, and firing fir-ing at random, the hut was speedily gained possession of, and then the fight was over. Stretched upon the floor in a corner, shot through the heart, lay Tom Baynes; while leaning against the wall beside him stood the woman, mortally wounded, but still at bay. With a yell of triumph William Luke threw himself upon the dead man; but suddenly he drew back with an exclamation excla-mation of intense amazement. Then he tore open the woolen shirt upon the body. "Good heavens," he cried, "it's a woman; and, as I live, it is Anne Dod-son!" Dod-son!" The rest of the men crowded into the hut, and a hush of horror fell upon them, wJiile the hunted creature lean- was an inmate of the Ballarat hospital. Upon arriving at the hospital the gentleman found to his distress that he was too late. Edward Dent was dead. And now a fact transpired that quite overwhelmed him with amazement. The medical evidence went to prove that the skilled laborer who for eight years had worked upon his estate, and who had undertaken the arduous toil of gold-mining for the last two years, was a woman. What became of Edward's second wife was never known she disappeared. disap-peared. Such are the facts. Whether the commission of some great crime in another an-other land had led to the woman's thus concealing her identity is a matter which must for ever remain a mystery. THE END. A SUNKEN CITY. In the beautiful harbor of Kingston, Jamaica, a few fathoms under water, sleeps the sunken city of Port Royal, which was destroyed by an earthquake in 1692. On a cloudless, still day, when the surface of the sea is perfectly perfect-ly smooth, the ruins of the phantom city may be plainly seen in the depths of the transparent water. The spire of the old cathedral is the most prominent object. In the clear water you can see the fishes lazily swimming in and out among the ruined turrets, more suggestive of owls and bats than of the finny inhabitants of the sea. Occasionally glimpses can be had of the ruins of other buildings buildines which for more than two cen- TR1UMPH OF THE LADY BUG. One of the most serious criticisms made of the department of agriculture several years ago by eastern newspapers newspa-pers concerned the money it had spent in bringing "lady bugs" from Australia Austral-ia to "infest" California and Florida orchards. or-chards. But the lady bug (Novius car-dinalis) car-dinalis) turned out to be one of the most satisfactory importations ever made from the Antipodes, its habit of preying on the scale that was blighting blight-ing fruit trees being the means of saving sav-ing to this state and Florida their turies have kept their ghastly secrets and will keep them until the end of time. Down there, in that peaceful depth, lie the bones of three thousand men, women and children, carried down into the sea with their homes on that awful June day in 1692. An earthquake, suddenly sud-denly and without warning, smote the profligate city of Port Royal, which sld into the sea. The waters opened and swallowed it up, and there, beneath the silent waves, was hidden the wickedness wick-edness and debauchery of a community described by historians as being almost without parallel. After the earthquake the town was rebuilt, only to be completely destroyed destroy-ed by fire in 1703. On August 22, 1722, it was swept into the sea by a hurricane. hurri-cane. It was once more reconstructed, but again, in 1815, it was reduced to ashes, and as recently as 1SS0 it was visited by another hurricane. Every disaster was attended by great loss of life. The city of Port Royal was originally original-ly built upon a narrow strip of land extending out into the sea, which accounts ac-counts for its strange disappearance at the time of the earthquake. Like the house of the foolishman of Biblical lore, which was builded upon the sand, it literally slid into the water when the earthquake shock came. Previous to that fateful 7th day of June, 1692, Port Royal had been known principal landed industries. Now it appears that the little Insect has performed a like office for the citrus cit-rus groves of Portugal. Specimens sent to Lisbon from this state in 1836 have taken hold of the scale and are exterminating it. Though but few of the parasites survived the long journey jour-ney by rail and sea, their immense fecundity enabled them in the course of two years to populate the groves with millions of their kind. As a result re-sult Portugal will be able soon to again compete with Spain and Sicily for the orange and lemon trade of Europe. The success of the effort to eradicate the scale pest ought to be the means of keeping the department of agriculture agricul-ture flush in funds for parasitical research. re-search. It would be worth millions of dollars every year to this country to find a natural foe of the potato bug, of the curious pests that afflict growing grow-ing hops and of insects that make a pasture of the bodies of domestic animals ani-mals and poultry. If every bane has its antidote and every flea "has smaller small-er fleas to bite 'em," the bringing of the two together is a proper function of government. The way it has worked work-ed in the matter of scale pests, and the distance to whicja the search for the means of exterminating them has gone, certainly tends to encourage efforts, however costly, along related lines. But it is a quest in which all governments govern-ments may properly bear a part, with special reference to their own entomological ento-mological resources. ing against the wall watched them and clutched at the rough bark slabs in the agony of death, presently gasping "Yes, yes it is Anne Dodson; true to me true to the last! You've won the game, Bill Luke; you will get the reward; but I, Edward Bartlett, will never hang for the murder of your brother, or or the old man at Froy-les! Froy-les! The coins the gold coins they are buried buried beneath Ah!" As the voice ceased the woman's black wig slipped and fell off; there : was a dull gurgling sound as of one : struggling for breath, and, with a wild glance around him, Edward Bartlett fell forward, across the body of the girl who had loved him, dead! EPILOGUE. It may be stated here that the incidents inci-dents in this story are chiefly founded upon facts. The following are the facts: In the year 18 a large sheep-owner in the colony of Victoria engaged a married couple for his station, which was situated some hundreds of miles from the coast, far up in the interior. The man, who gave his name as Edward Ed-ward Dent, proved a sober and industrious indus-trious fellow, and a smart man at his work. He was a capital plough-man, amongst other qualifications, and took several prizes for ploughing at neighboring neigh-boring contests. He was a most agreeable agree-able "mate," and was universally liked by all the other men on the place, being be-ing of a lively disposition and a first-rate first-rate concertina-player. The latter accomplishment ac-complishment is much prized up in the bush, where there is such a scarcity of amusement. His extraordinary affection for his wife was particularly noticeable. He would not allow her to do anything in the way of manual labor, and after his day's work was done he was always to be seen chopping up the wood for the house and carrying up the next day's supply of water from the creek in fact, doing all those little things which most men out there generally leave their wives to do. Edward Dent and his wife remained upon this station for nearly eight years, but one day, much to his master's mas-ter's annoyance, he gave notice to leave. He wanted to better himself, he said, and had an idea of trying the gold mines for a change. For about eighteen months the gentleman gen-tleman in whose employment he had no uic uueai luwu m tne west Indies and the richest spot in the world." It was, as it now is, a British colony, but there was little either in its government govern-ment or its customs of British morality. moral-ity. We are told that it was a place of luxurious debauchery; that in their excesses the colonists rivaled the profligates prof-ligates of ancient Rome. Buccaneering and piracy were recognized rec-ognized industries. The treasure ships of Spain were legitimate prey The riches of Mexico and Peru were levied upon, and the people of Jamaica were literally rolling in wealth and splendor Vice and debauchery held sway Bacchanalian Bac-chanalian revels which might put 'to shame the dwellers in the Orient were of nightly occurrence. There was no virtue. And like the crack of doom came the earthquake. The thunder of the elements ele-ments sounded in the ears of the heedless heed-less revelers. The earth opened m g.eat fissures, and closed again like the jaws of a mighty trap. And in m the middle, leaving their hands above ground Then came sliding, grinding noise of the city built upon .ts foundations of sand, sank i . to the caressing embrace of the sea which forever closed upon its wh-1 et nessand wil, forever keep Hs dread The shock came close on to midday The air was hot and suit, -v. The sky uses z rx-, s to meet death in the bowels of 'erth or .n the hidden recesses of the sT the survivors-a Z t . " 1,y 0,10 of days atter the VSeTw Part as follows: ia 1,1 After I had l,oot church reading, been heard nothing of him. One day, however, as he was strolling down Collins Col-lins street in Melbourne, he met Edward Ed-ward Dent, and accosted him. He noticed that he was dressed in the deepest mourning. "I am sorry," he remarked, "to see you with these outward signs of grief upon you, Edward. You have had some loss?" "Ay, sir," replied Edward "these black clothes very partially reflect the grief within me. I have lately lost my wife." "Poor fellow:" said his late master, who knew how great his affection had been for her. "And what have you ! been doing of late?" ! "I have been working in the Ballarat ! mines," he replied "doing fairly well, j By-the-by, sir. you will be surprised to j hear that I am shortly going to be mar-j mar-j ried again. I cannot bear the solitary-life solitary-life I am leading now after the happy ! years I have experienced. I am going to marry my late wife's sister." In Victoria marriage with a deceased wife's sister is legal. Some six months after this meeting the gentleman received a message from Edward to come and see him. He had met with an accident, having fallen ! from a ladder in one of the mines, and |
