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Remarkable Affair at Colombo. A lrif-st romantic affair is rip-nted in advices just, received from Adelaide, it appo:uN that a younjf gentleman uameu Lawrence M. Davidson ciandetitidy mairied Mis.sld.i Aj liflV, a daughter of the secretary of the b ard of health, and a few we-k,i afterwards eloped with liis wife's youngest sister, Miss Maud Ayiiffe, taking pessage in the German steamer Hohenzoilern. Davidson, who is said to be well connected in England, I'al!, it is alleged, obtained money by false PrL- tenc s from tradesmen at Adelaide. A Cablegram was sent after the steamer ordering the arrest of Davidson, and a reply was subsequently received from Colombo saying Davidson had committed suicide, ns also had Miss Ayliffc. This t'legram was received fr^m the Governor of Ceylon, and a further message showed that wlien the steamer arrived at C dotnb > two detectives went oti board to arrest Davidson. He was in his clbin at the time along with Miss Ayiiffe. The steward told Davidson ho was wanted outside, but Davidson said he would come out pre- sently. In the interim a pistol shot was fired, and on the officers rushing to the cabin, which was opened by Miss Ayiiffe, they found Davidson on then or dead, and bleeding from a pistol wound. When Miss Ayliffe found that her lover was dead, she throw hereelf on the prostrate body, and wept hysterically. In a few mInute, she swooned, and it was seen that she, too, was dying. She then told those around her t she and Davidson had taken strychnine, as >ey were resolved to die together. The doctor aurnitiUtered au emetic, but it was of no avail, and the unhappy young laly died ia two hours.

Jennie's Theft. (I They're comin' said Jennie Judson, with a start. I heard the old gate creak at the foot of the lane." She blew out her waning candle-end, hid the book she had been eagerly devouring between the mattresses of the bed, and nestled her brown head down among the pillows with a sort of guilty exultation. But I should have liked," she murmured to herself, to find out whether Queen Mary did escape from Lochleven Castle." Jennie was Mr. Judson's adopted daughter. The farmer and his wife were a childless couple, and Jennie's grace and beauty had appealed to them one day as she sat on a high bench in front of the almshouse door shelling peas, with her wonderful brown hair in a tight braid behind and her pink bare feet swinging full six inches above the hard-trodden ground. Peter," said Mrs. Judson, as they drove by, I wish I had a little gal like that." "Well, Cindy, said the farmer, "if you want her there ain't no reason you shouldn't have her." And they adopted her on the spot. But even though the elderly couple thoroughly meant to do their duty by Jennie, her position in the house was no bed of roses. "Folks ain't born to be idle," said Mr. Judson. "I worked when I was a gal," said the old woman, and Jennie ain't no better'n I was." And the girl certainly earned her living. As she lay there half trembling among the pillows she could plainly hear the voices of the old people coming up through the chimney flue. They talked of the sermon to which they had just listened and which had moved the old gentleman to an unusual degree of reli- gious fervour. Jennie heard him declare his intention of giving ten dollars to the mis- sionary fund. Soon the sound of conversation ceased and all was quiet. Jennie was up early the next day, long before the dim daylight broke above the eastern hills, for it was her duty to look after the swarms of young poultry that Judson was raising for the fall market, and just as she opened the barn door a tall, haggard man started out of a nest of hay in one of the stalls and faced her. Sh-sh he sibillated, placing his hand over her mouth to check the outcry that rose involuntarily to her lips. I got out o' the lock-up window an' jumped clear to the ground. It sprained one of my ankles, but I managed to scuffle along somehow till I got here. Joe Sibley, he was too big-framed to squeeze out, but he boosted me like a good un, that he did. And if I can once git down to the river I know where there's a boat, and the train leaves Westall at six-if I had any money." Jennie stood staring at him with wide- open blue eyes and face chalky pale with horror. "Jen," he uttered, grasping her arm so tightly that she could scarcely repress a cry of pain, you wouldn't leave me in a hole like this? You'll help me. I ain't as bad as you think. It's always been Give a dog a bad name and hang him' with me. I ain't had no show, and if I stay and go up afore the beaks it's State prison. Jen, you must help me.' Will you go away from here, Reuben ? Will you commence life over again and try- really try-to keep straight ?" I swear I will, Jen!" he protested, Like a lapwing she darted away. The house was still and silent when she got back. Mrs. Judson never rose very early and the farmer had gone at three o'clock in the morn- ing to secure the loan of a horse-rake from one of his neighbours. With a guilty glance at the old lady's bed- room door Jennie opened the table drawer and took from the envelope there a one dollar bill then she foraged in the pantry for a cup of milk and half a loaf of wholesome brown bread, and was off again like a shot. When she came back Mrs. Judson was call- ing her from the bedroom. Why, how white and scared you look!" said the old woman. Johnson's bull ain't out agin, is he ?" "N—no," responded Jennie, grasping eagerly at an excuse; "but he was butting with his horns against the bars. I was a little frightened. He's awful savage And while she hurried about her household tasks she tortured her poor brain for some possible or impossible means of replacing the money she had so boldly confiscated-she, poor ohild, who had not a cent in the worlct or any prospect of earning one Was it stealing ?" she asked herself. "Oh, I ought to be in State Prison just as much as poor Iteuben But what could I do ?" Her terror reached its climax, however, when at about eleven o'clock Mr. Sinclair, the young clergyman, made his appearance, accompanied by Mr. Judson, aud nodded kindly to her. lie had always been gracious and genial to her. and one of the keenest pangs of this em- bezzling business in poor Jennie's eyes was the great gulf that it must henoeforth esta- blish between herself and Mr. Sinclair, And here it is, sir," said Peter Judson,, drawing the envelope of money from its hid- ing place, Ten dollars ain't a great donation, 'I bu it's a good deal outen a poor man's pocket. And I give it, sir, with a hearty good will to the cause." Jennie heard nothing of Mr. Sinclair's cordial thanks. Her heart rose up into her mouth lest by chance he should bethink him- self to open it and count the contents. But he did not. He put the envelope in his pocket, and presently, to her relief, he was gone. But the poisoned arrows of remorse had struck deep into her heart. It was no relief, though perhaps it ought to have been, that she afterwards heard the neighbours canvass- ing the remarkable escape of one o' them gaolbirds and the impossibility of tracing him, I I am a thief," said Jennie to herself, but that's no reason that I should be a bar. I must confess or my heart will break." She took advantage of Mrs. Judson's brief absence at a friend's house to fling a shawl over her crinkly brown locks and run across the blackberry-tangled meadow to the par- sonage. Mr. Sinclair was walking up and down a pine-shaded walk with a pencil and a tablet in his hand, lotting down the occasional thoughts that came into his mind. He glanced up in surprise at the fair vision of a bright-haired girl with shining gray-blue eyes and cheeks all aglow that name between him and dry theology. Why, it's little Jane Judson," said be. Has anything happened, my dear ?" "Have you opened Mr. Jndsou's envelope?'' breathlessly demanded Jennie. "No. \Vhyr'" "He told you it contained ten dollars," said Jennie, "but there's only nine dollars. I took out one dollar. Yes, I know I'm a thief, but -but lie was my brother. He had no one but me to come to and he was led astray, and I think I never coulci have held up my head again if they had sent Reuben to State prison. Father Judson don't know that there is suoh a person, Poor Reuben never has been a credit to me or any one alse. But what was I to do j And Jennie told him all. Some time I'll pay back that one dollar to the foreign missions," she faltered, with interest, if you will only wait and not betray me to father." Mr. Sinclair smiled an indulgent smile as he took a bill from his own pocket-book. I will restore it on the spot, Jennie." said he. We'll call it a contribution to home missions instead of the foreign branch. Now sit down, my child-you are flushed and tired —and we'll talk this over." Jennie looked up, her eyes sparkling through tears of gratitude. To her Ilaven Sinclair appeared almost like an angel from heaven. 1 never, never can thank you enough," said she. And Mr. Sinclair wondered that he never before had noticed how beautiful and spirited the young face was. Six years went by, and one soft August afternoon Jennie Judson again crossed the meadow, where the ripe blackberries glistened like carved jet among the vines at her feet. Once again Haven Sinclair was pacing the shaded arcade of pine trees. He looked up with eyes of pleased wonder at the bright apparition. I've come to you at last," said Jennie, stretching out her hands, with a face that was fairly radiant. "Come to me, Jennie, of your own free will, after refusing me twice ?" he said, eagerly. Yes, Haven, of my own free will. See, I've got a letter all the way from Barbadoes, and Reuben is established in business there and doing well, and he has sent me money to pay back all that-that he owes everybody here, with usury. It wasn't muoh, to be sure but, ob, it lay so heavy on my heart He's an honest man at last, and I'm an honest man's sister, fit to be your wife. And here is the dollar, Haven, and under Providence I believe poor Reuben owes all this to you." And must I implore you a third time to be my wife, you consoientious little Puritan ?" he asked, smiling. Jenny blushed a lovely carnation colour. "No," she said, softly, "I am ready to promise without. Dear Haven, I will be your ivife.E,.vehange.

For a Woman's Sake. .0 There are no real duels nowadays," said one of our party. A scratch, three drops of blood, and the antagonists go off to breakfast together!" "Besides," said another, "it is always so arranged that no one shall ba killed. The seconds throw up the swords and prevent fatal thrusts, or, if pistols are used, load them with cork balls." The duel, as it is practised at present, is a joke." Say a caricature." Dr. Gabriel, who had listened until then without taking part in the conversation, which astonished nobody, for he was not talka- tive, raised his head and murmured: Do you think so ?" "For my part," resumed the speaker, "I have several times served as a second—to tell the truth, have been an accomplice in more than one pleasantry." The same way here," said the other, and really I don't complain, for I confess I should have been greatly embarrassed had a corpse remained on my hands. A body doesn't disappear, as the authorities invariably find it." Again the doctor said Do you think so ?" Do you deny, doctor, that it is impossible to withdraw a corpse from the attention of the police ? They know at once if a man dis- appears, especially if he occupies a position in society. There is always some one to give notice of his absence. Now, if you refer to some vagabond, without friends, family, or residence, the case is different." 41 I tell you," said the doctor, this time very emphatically, that there are exceedingly serious duels, that a man may be killed, and that, further, though belonging to an excellent- family, having friends, even been hand in glove with magistrates, he may disappear for ever without any one knowing what has become of him." But the corpse is somewhere Of course." The doctor passed his hand across his fore- head. He looked very calm and a trifTe pale, and did not seem to notice the slightly ironical smile which had settled on every face. "Well, said he, how long ago was it P 1 don't remember exactly, but it was a long, long while, say twenty-five or thirty years. Where did it take place ? Among the savages of Nyanza, among the redskins of North America? No; in France. But I shall keep from you the name of the little town. Search the map of France the little town is very near a medical college. It is surrounded by important villages, one of which bears the name of a battle, a sadly celebrated battle. In the little town in question two students of the same age and brothers through friendship were toiling assiduously, impatient to win the title of doctors, which, surrounded by the halo of distance, seemed to them a sure guarantee of rapid tortune. The last year of their studies was drawing to its close; their examinations had been brilliant, and but a slight effort would enable them to reach the goal; that is to say, the conquest of the diploma which would permit them to work without incumbrance, in spite of routine professors, who, for the most part, are adversaries. I repeat to you they were friends. How happened it that in a day that friendship was transformed into hate ? How allies the night before, did they become im- placable enemies ? A profound moralist has aaid, I Look for the woman.' This time, as usual, you would have found her. "A furious hatred took the place of their friendship, but, by a sort of tacit understand- ing, they resolutely hid it from every eye. As in the past, they were seen together; to- gether they shut themselves up in the labora- tory; together they attended the clinic. One day they addressed themselves to four of their comrades, students like them- selves, and explained this to them. They hated each other mortally; no one was to know the cause of this antipathy which was rooted in them like incurable lunacy one of them was superfluous upon earth they had resolved to fight each other to the death. Don't imagine that the four students raised any objections. For a very long while the roiiiaiitic, driven froni Paris by seept icisill had found refuge in the provinces. The people there still believed in the heroes of George Sand, the truculence of Gautier and the Treize of Balzac. A duel to the death. It was a rare windfall This is the way in which the affair took ¡ place. Towards two o'clock one summer morning the six young men quitted the little town without their departure being noticed by any- one. The seconds, wrapped in cloaks, con- cealed something, and that something was not swords. They took out-of-the-way roads in which they were sure of meeting no one and thus reached the small village of Blanc. They found themselves at the foot of a ce. itietei-y. All the party were agile as well as young. The scaling of the wall, therefore presented no difficulty. They gained the in- terior of the cemetery. "They chose a spot where no burial had certainly taken place for a very long time- this was easily divined by the topography of the alleys already traced. And when they had fixed upon the point the four seconds, producing from under their cloaks the spades they had kept concealed there, began to dig a grave. They had strong arms; they were sons of peasants and knew how to handle their irn- pements. After twenty minues' toil the grave was dug—two metres long and one wide. 1 Is it all right P" demanded one of the seconds. "The two adversaries, who until then had been walking among the tombs, taking great care not to meet each other, approached and made an affirmative answer. You are resolved to fight ?' "'Yes!' Until one of vou meet his deatti "'Yes!' There was no other attempt at a reconci-A liation. Each of the two enemies handed the seconds a letter, which was not to be openei until after the death of one of them. The seconds took charge of them. The two men then stripped to the waist; they did not want any blood-staiued garments to remain. Then each one was given » knife. They sprang into the yawning grave. <f How they threw themselves upon each other; how they closed; how, maddenea» blinded by rage, they struck no one knew; III- their fit of furious madness they did not knovf themselves. "Suddenly one of them said, in a faint voice: 11 1 He is dead He—was fbe other! "The seconds, stupefied with horror, hut restrained by their pride-at that period people affected impassability-were scarcely able, so much did they tremble, to help hilu out of the grave. He was the victor; he was alive; the other was lying in a heap amid a pool of blood. But it was imperative that he should dis- appear. One of the students established that he was dead. Thay then filled up the gravep trod down the earth, and replaced the sods which had been carefully removed, After this they returned to the town. The following day the parents of the dead man received a letter in which he announced to them that, having for a long time had the desire to see foreign lands, he had departed for the nearest port, and embarked for a destination he would make known to then1 only after his arrival. The promised communication never arrived. The man had disappeared, and it WOO never known what had become of him." The auditors of this singular story bact grown pale. "But the other P" cried someone. "The other, the living man," said the doctor in a solemn voice, was myself. And the woman ?" She was a wretch* I never saw her after" ward. San Francisco Call.

UP IN A BALLOON. A Lady's Account of her Ascent- Diane Chasseressa gives an account in World of her recent voyage in a balloon Naval Exhibition. She says:—First we went up it little way quite quietly,and then down again, to test the balloon's 1 iftjriower8. The aeronaut, M Percival Spencer, was Overhead ia^ the rope", and the other occupant, Mr. stood oppo-ite me intha clothes basket. Thig ,was quite a pleasant little journey, and I kissed i^y hand again and again to y my family to show how uiuch I enjoyed it. Then the word was given to "Ièt go," and in a moment wa were off. The actual Sensation of being up in the air was perfect. There swas absolutely no naotio° in the car unless we ourselves moved. There no feeling of giddiness or sickness, not a breath of air seemed to stir, and the temperature was so mild one wante j no wrap over one's thin jacket. We threw out immense bundles of advertisements at interval- and it was only by watching tben» that we could tell we were moving at all, "« were now quite over the country, and we passe some very fine country seats; and, as left the wonderful city and began descend towards the earth, we could see wlllttJ backed cows creeping over the ereen mcadows,and tricycles, like little fleas, bowling along the dusty lvads. The descent was now becoming so rap' that when a piece of paper wus rolled into a and thrown out it appeared to go right up int_ the air instead of falling downwards. We therl bpgan to look out for a nico plica on which to alight. I looked with longing eyes at a large field of corn, and wished myself safe in the [Iœjd IJ of it; but all my fears began again as we passe" ii, by and floated ever woods and hikes and hoIJle stea l?. It now bcan to grow dusk, and we s-'tvf ahead of ii-i a large open heath. This appeared splendid place for landing, and Mr. Spencer, af;e^ consulting his map, pulled a string, wiiich opeoeiJ a valve and lot out tiie gas in short puffs tj;a snunded like the crick of a pistol. As we swiftly new towards the he:ith nay spirits began to ris '» but what at first seemed atnodh, even gratiu. I appeared, on nearer inspection, to be gorse biuhfs» gravel pit?, and pool", and my spirits sank aga'^ at tho prospect of heing bumped about *a dragged over such rough ground. We had sood bump, but nothing to make a furs about- We iose again and the grapnel caught in ground nud pulled us down, aod man and b°-v^ who had been running from all parts at sight 0 the balloon were told to hold on to the c>ir, the moment it stopped I stepped On to its 8,J:; and jumped int > a ballk of sort heather, safe sound. What struck iii,, most during the Iv voyage was the comphte nbsence of ail sciiz-a of inovruient neither in rising roc in was ther.j any perception of our-beio!» in nx'tr"1* The car never rocked or swayed, and if it at all it did so impeicepiibly. Tha whole t, ip WIS a most delightful experience.

AMUSING MARRIAGE INCIDENTS The manners of the common people in the of Man are decidedly lacking in that roj-ose whic" stamps the ca',t' 01 Vtlre ¡'e Vere. rile fact may ho illustrated by feme b ief auecdo'es of marriage service. An old man brought. iat|lC^ unwihingly 10 the ;>lt.nr couid not be induj'e' to lepeat the reffonses. "My good mitD, a _good ii length exclaimed the clergyman, "I cann -t marry you unless you do as you arj tol'1- But lh» man still n mnined silent. At this un'i" pected hitch the bride lost all putience with l'ff pi, future spouse, and burst Jut with, "Go on, ynU old toot! Fay it after him just the same as if y°li wass mockin' him." The same difficulty in another case. The clur«ynv»n, after explain!0* what was necess >ry ami going over the ref" sponses several times without the smul!'Sj effect, stopped in dismay whereupon the brid>" groom en2our>Ked him with "Go ahead, i>a"s°* effect, stopped in (iisintir whereupon the brie- effect, stopped in dismay whereupon the brid>" groom en2our>Ked him with "Go ahead, i>a"s°* JJO ahead thou'rt doiii' bravely." Upon another occasi m it, w:>s the woman who could not be pre, vailed upon to speak. When the clergyman re* monstiatml with her she indignantly replied. "Your fithr-r mairied me twice befooi. ,is nd he wasn't ,ixiiL! me any of them impercnt questi°°s at all."

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BESET BY WILD DOGS. By Edmund Collins. Along certain parts of the coast of New- foundland, as well as of Labrador, are herds of wild dogs, lean, with shaggy hair and shy eyes, and when hungry they are as ferooious as any beast of which I have ever heard, for then they will not spare even man. Very little is known about their history, but it is generally believed that the wild dog is partly Newfoundland breed and part wolf, for it must be remembered that the wolf was once very numerous in Newfoundland and Labra- dor, hunting in large, fierce packs across the wide stretches of barrens or treeless morasses. Many of the native dogs ran wild, and long ago were known to mix among the wolves about the coast and live in apparent friendship with them. The wolves in both these places have now grown scarce, but the dogs are still grouped together in several secluded coves and bays along the coast, living in open in summer and burrowing away in holes or under the ground firs and spruces away from storm and cold in winter. In summertime these animals live mostly by the seashore, where they find dead sculpins, capelan, herring, squids, tomcods, and flat- fish; often they plunge into the sea and feast upon the shoals of small fish that come near the rocks; when they are tired of fish they scamper away inland and hunt mice, rats, weasels, mnskrats, young birds, rabbits, and hares. But in the winter they are often sore pressed for a morsel to eat, their chief food being almost entirely hares and rabbits, but they have been known to scour the plains for reindeer, and to visit open ponds and brooks in search of otter and beaver. One March morning two boys, Arthur and Fred Harley, the one about sixteen and the other eighteen years old, were spending a few weeks in a settlement on the North-east Coast of Newfoundland shooting the nothern bird known as the great salt water duck, The coast, about twenty nriles"or so away from the settlement, was said to be haunted by wild dogs; indeed, these animals had sometimes actually dashed through the village in their search for food, frightening the inhabitants, old and young. Once they seized a little boy not far from his home and tore him to pieces, ao that everyone living there was in mortal dread of the vicious creatures. The two boys set out early in the morning, their intention being to shoot seal in a cove about ten miles distant. They took with them a heavy gun each, a pair of snow shoes, a pair of skates, and enough provisions for the day. The course lay across a stretch of bleak barrens covered with snow, over which one could not pass without snow-shoes, as the crust was thin and brittle, and as a long chain of pottdt and lakes stretched along in the same direotioh for twenty or thirty miles, they brought along their skates. It was a clear, crisp, morning, and two hours travel, now on snow-shoes, again upon skates, b ought them to the cove. There were several seals bobbing up and down in the clear water, and they shot three or four, but the wind having veered so as to blow off land, they could not obtain their prizes, and so left the place and set out across Island Head, about five miles further on, because they knew that in the shelter of this cape there was a bight where they could always find bottle-nose divers and big salt water duok. They used their snow-shoes for only a short part of this tramp, as long stretches of smooth, steel-blue ice lay across almost to the cove. As they drew near the place they took off their skates, hung them across their shoulders, and approached noiselessly, for the ducks are very wary. A thin screen of scrub fir and spruce hid their approach, and through this they crept on hands and knees to get full view of the bight; but instead of seeing clus- j ters of sea birds as they expected in the calm water between the ice and the shore, the whole beach seemed to be moving, and Arthur whis- pered to his younger brother while olutching his arm: 1* The wild dogs I wonder if they have seen us ?" But very clearly they had, for the off wind had carried their scent to the been noses of the pack, and immediately the whole herd turned in the direction of the boys, their noees thrust in the air sniffing. There were probably about 60 of them, all long, lean brutes with shaggy hair, sharp noses, rather short ears, and shy, skulking eyes. For a few seconds they ran back and forth on the beach, their heads now turned down, but constantly keeping their eyes upon Arthur and Fred, who began to retreat back into the bushes. As they neared this shelter they saw that about a dozen of the dogs, some of which were large, and evidently the leaders, make up the bank, followed by the rest in a compact body. Then from all their throats came sharp cry- ing noises, somewhat like the barking of a dog and the yelping of a wolf combined the tumult rose and fell, the leaders commencing the cry and all the rest following. Jt was very plain that the pack was famish- ing with hunger, for the snow in all the region for a hundred square miles about was very deep, and the reindeer, hares, and rab- bits had gone further south, where they could find food. The brothers made sure their guns were ready, and Arthur, laying his hands upon Fred's shoulder, said: Now, these brutes are going to attack us be careful about your aim. Fire when I fire, for we must not let them get too close. We can get four from our two charges you fire at the right and I will take the left. If we can keep them scared off till we can get up to the ice we can easily escape on our skates." They both turned, stood and faced the on- coming pack, but as soon as the ugly animals saw them they stopped coming direotly forward and spread out to the right and to the left, then moved onward with the intention of surrounding j them. Seeing their move, the bojs ran as fast as they could up the slope, but they- had no sooner started than the most unearthly cries arose everywhere in the air from the pursuing herd, and every dog started in pur- suit at a long, loping gallop. They soon got ahead of the fugitives, and there the two stood in the snow surrounded by creeping, half-orouching beasts, who seemed afraid to rush upon them directly, but tried to approach them by stealth, with their lolling tongues and hungry eyes, whenever their backs were turned. Ihey are now within range, Fred;' said Arthur, you take those two big fellows there, pointing in front. I will take two on this side. I3oth at once presented, taking sure aim then there was a simultaneous re- port, then two other shots, one a little after the other, and four of the mongrels sprawled upon the snow. One of them only was dead for the three others rose, and with piercire howls and yelps went backward to the rear of the pursuing psrty. ihe boys immediately threw out the old cartridges and put fresh ones into their double-barroleu guns, then dashed onward, for the cir.°k of dogs had widened as the beasts took frIght at the report of the guns. They succeeded during the panic in making a headway of a couple of hundred yards and broke through the oircle then they wondered why their pursuers all crowded together about the body of their dead comrade, but they soon saw that the famishing oreatures had begun to devour it. Only eight or ten of them, however, could feast at the same time. and after much yelping, biting, and jumping, those who were not engaged in eating again started off in pursuit. They were growing bolder and bolder, not galloping away so far ahead as they did at first, but coming directly for the two young hunters, and they approached them somewhat in the manner of a fawning tame dog, who is afraid to approach his master, walking in a crouching manner, with fore legs thrust far out and muzzle down. They never looked steadily at their intended victims, but thrust their heads from side to side as if trying to reach them unawares. The cartridges in the boys' guns were loaded with seal shot, and would carry effectively 60 yards, so as soon as the more daring ones came within range four more shots rang out over the snow. This time two of the animals lay dead, and one of the others went. hobbling and howling away, Fred having missed with one of his barrels. The whole hungry tribe at once formed in two divisions around their dead comrades and as before began feasting. Then the boys discovered with great consternation that they had no more shells loaded with seal shot, so they were obliged to put in those having small duck shot, which would be almost useless fired into the tough hides of these animals. While loading they ran with the speed of deer, and they had now reached the top of the slope; here. the snow was soft and deep, so they lost a couple of minutes in binding their snow shoes to their feet. When they were ready to start about two-thirds of the pack had again surrounded them and began to close upon them from every point. They were in terror of letting the dogs get too near to them, and yet did not want to fire with their small shot at too far a range, so they waited until five or six of their assailants had reached within 20 or 30 paces, then crack, crack, crack, crack went the guns again. A couple of the dogs fell, but got to their feet again almost instantly and limped off from the attack, but the noise of the guns created temporary confusion, and enabled the boys, while loading afresh, to get out of the deadly circle and on a couple of hundred yards more toward the ice. The whole herd once again joined in full chase, arid, iist as Arthur and Fred got to the edge of the take and were about putting on their skates, the snarling crowd were within fifteen paces. They fired full into the faces of the leaders, emptying four barrels, then hastily finishing fastening their skates. But this time the enraged mongrels did not hesitate long after the snots, out oounaea Iorwara ana reacnea the edge of the blue ice just as the boys were ready to strike off. Arthur was first on the ice, but as Fred was sliding down the bank a huge dog bounded forward and fastened its teeth in his shoulder. There was not a minute to lose, for all the rest bad reached the brink, crying and howling, so Arthur raised his gun, and struck the assailant with the stock a great swinging blow upon the head, which sent him stunned and sprawling upon the ioe. Away then the two went as if their feet had wings, their trusty steel skates fairly singing over the smooth, bard, blue ice. After they got well started and had swung fully a hundred yards away from shore, they turned and saw some of the disappointed pack tumbling and scrambling along the ice at a safe distance behind them. The remainder raced with might and main along the bank, but they could not keep up with the two ex- pert and muscular young Northern skaters. Their cries were now those of baffled rage, and the sound echoed everywhere among the hills, but the two young sportsmen felt little concern, for a shining stretch of ice fully four miles long lay before them. When they reached the end of it, which did not take them a great many minutes, there was nowhere to be seen any of the wild dogs nor a cry to be heard. Then they fastened on their snow-shoes, ran quickly over the crust till they reached the next chain of lakes, and got home safely. The story of their adventure filled the settlement with wonder for many a day, and the boys were applauded as a pair of I troe heroes.