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JULY 14, 1906. JHE SUNNY SOUTH THIRD <PAGE / • c AWAY MEW ZEALAND, Where the Farmer Reaches His Apotheosis MBRIICAN farmers are fe licitating themselves this year on the outlook for a big crop. The grazing in terests expect big returns from their 'live stock. In far-off New Zealand the farmers and cattle raisers are also anticipat ing big returns. But between the two there is this difference. The American meets some failures, lias sAme un fruitful years -When the crops fail and disease decimates the cattle. In New Zealand failure is unknown. Nature has apparently conspired to make the three islands in the far-off Pa cific the. paradise for the farmer and the cattle raiser. Here is a perfect climate where there is never intense heat or cold; where bliz zards or snowstorms of severity never come. Occasion never arises for protecting the live stock. It grazes on the green fields without interruption, throughout) the twelve months of the year, winter and summer. In itthe rainy season during winter they sometimes have to place wa terproof bh%kets on the best horses and cattle to ward off possible colds. But •sen tills is rare. GOVERNMENT AID. The farmers are rich because their crops are uniformly good, and they have the further advantage of help from the government, which stands ready at all times to advance them the money to buy n ow land. The lines of the man of the i soil who lives in New Zealand have fallen j Into pleasant places. There are three Islands making up Now Zealand—North. Middle and South, some times known as Stewart island. The greater agricultural interests are in the iNortJli and Middle islands. As New Zea land lies south of the equator, the warm er weather is to be found in the upper islands. In the northernmost island is grown ali the fpuits of the temperate zone, and in such quantity as to surprise any but those who are familiar wtih the fertility of the country. The great grain belt is in the middle island on what are known as the Canter- Ufye Trymble Treasure Lumbering Scene, New Zealand. sheep are fattened on turnips and man gels. Little food, 'however, is used oth r than the nutritious grasses, and complaint is often made by brokers that the slnep are too fat. The shipper tries to hold down the shipping weight of lambs to 35 pounds, as that is tile most desirable we'-ztot. There are profits of the shot the rule and not th raisers become ric many cattle in the lismses to lessen the •ep industry, and it is [■option that Sheep There are nui so ay as sheep. gre.'l tc •r rate of profit. but much i more is ' A mer still p ossible in tile p: mi' li ine. It is no; j lean alone what is now a fiiicvc • 1 in agricul- | harve tu nil New V /•aland U lat in tikes i.t iuter- j lie ta esting Tlie still gl • utor po; ssibilitii s when loom full of promise. j Amer The New / Sea-land f: irmor will oil you with pride. that you ca n search back | f drove tiiroughoi’j; t lie <-ntire his to r y o f tlie is-1 j brotig lands withou t finding one s inglo instance! i miles Where they experienc nl a drought or a iiis Hi failuri • of t it .• crops. carric imler, he pumps the water for his ;t hands with an American pump, j s his wheat to an American mill l tiic most intricate machinery bears ; can trade marks; his timber is cut 1 in American ax; the hammer that, itiiie nails into iiis house was By EDGAR DYALL. vans 'D GIVE something for a square meal!” Hugh Warren tightened his belt aniother hole and continued his aimless walk along the embankment. ‘‘Three days in this be nighted London without a penny in my pocket. Well, I've been hungry before, and as I've been down on my luck for so long per haps something will turn up. I shouldn’t mind If I know that little sis was all right.” At this moment the hungry man be came conscious that he was being fol lowed, and, after having satisfied hlm- ! self that his surmise was correct, he I turned round suddenly and confronted | a wizened old man dressed in sober i black. "Did you wish to speak to me, sir?” "The old man regarded him thought fully for a moment before replying. “Well—yes—perhaps I did.” "And what might ytou want?” ■‘You look lonely, troubled and iposslbly hungry.” Hugh laughed as If the thought amused him. ■'It does not require a second to divine that. What kind of a philanthropist are you to Interest yourself in a stranger?” “Perhaps a steak—chip potatoes—” "Don't. You try my fortitude too far.” "Your voice Is like his and the laugh Is similar.” "Like whose?" I do not understand you, sir.” "T was talking to myself; a bad habit. jBut come with me, sir, and we will ex tend our acquaintance over a little sup per, and possibly it may lie in your power to do me a favor.” And a few minutes later Hugh Warren, to his amusement and satisfaction, found himself discuss ing a plenteous meal In a neighboring ■restaurant. The old man did not speak much un til Warren's hunger was satisfied, but lie got to work as soon as cigars were lit. "Would you mind telling me some- ,!■ San Francisco, 5.000 t,,in K about yourself?” American wagon talcs! ' That s s(,on done. THE BREEDS. ■ an classiiied in breeds as bury plains. Here is a district that rivals! follows: Shorthorn, Hereford, Polled the plains of Dakota. Wheat, oats, barley and rye grow the most prodigious quantities, and the ; farm houses on all sides bear the imprint ; of being the property of in n of wealth, and so they are. Most of this money lias j been laken directly from the soil, for | *9®^ there j Angus, Ayrshire and Jersey. Of the pure ! breeds there are more Shorthorns than all others combined, and about twelve times as many crosses as ail the pure bnods. At the end of the statistical year i 1,593,547 cattle in the ttoos who settled the country were pio-| colony. NATION’S BACKBONE. The fanner here is respected as the backbone of tliv nation. He is selected as the fit man to make the laws been use lie is a representative of it hat class which has the biggest share in shaping the fu ture of the country. Hon. William Francis Massey, one of the biggest factors in the national con gress, is a farmer, an Irish boy by birth, who went to New Zealand at the age of 14, and built up ills fortune as a breed I have not a i I filia j, it js relative in the world excetpt a sister. We were left orphans ten years ago. I Maud was taken charge of by an old (lady, and I emigrated to Australia. Hav- Ing made ab ut £5.000 I got tired of the I colony and resolved to come home and ilook after my sister. Results; The ship j was wrecked and my little fortune is ^ j at the bottom of the Atlantic. I landed penniless, and to crown the chapter of accidents Maud has disappeared, and 1 can find no trace of her.” “Well, well, you have been unluck v. But you seem to be the man I want. How would you like to make another £5,- 000 tonight by half an hour's work?” “The question is absurd.” “Not so absurd, young man; I mean what I say, and you would be the means of bringing happiness to three persons.” “Explain yourself.” "I will. My name is Simon Scrope, and 1 am confidential servant to Mr. Daniel i Trymble. My master is old ,and will not live until the morning. The only thing that keeps him alive is his deter mination not to die until he has revealed a secret.” cost of i.yjnroving vacant lots in Denver ; .... , _ , to-e u\ rnuSVs >*W 1 Outdoor League of _ ie fi m \" iaster has «• *o«b Mr. Derek Aineflca has i»o.i upon a unique aa , Trymble. Five years ago they quarre.ed j because iMr. Derek married against his away; an III' to the- marl to tlie seaport behind an Ameri- I can locomotive. Natural advantages alone have not sa isrted tin- New Zealanders. To hold their supr- macy they are reinforcing the gif s of mother earth wit'll the best mechanical devices of human skill. it is a combination that other farmers will find hard to beat. The Texas Wonder. Cures ail Kidney, Bladder and Rheumatic troubles; sold by all druggists, or two months' treatment bv mail for SI.CO. Dr. E. W. Hall, 2930 Olive st„ St. Louis, Mo. SOCIETY HAS A MODEL GARDEN (From The Denver Times.) Capital hill society buds and matrons have established a model garden on 1 ground the value of which is figured by I r l , square feet instead of by the acre. Fashionable housewives now go mar keting near home and pick their own vegetables every morning. In order to pay tlie expenses of tlie neers who bad nothing but Jit-' v,- -mV-rful | natural resources of the country, and] their willingness to work and develop i them. The farms are bordered with green I hedges after the English style, and the | pastures are covered with large flocks of sheep ,:ihe Jersey and tile Clysedule, most of them fine enough animals to take prlzes at fairs. So fertile is the soil that the farmers have not bothered to raise corn in quan tity. They could do it, but the stock 1 needs virtually no food save that ob tained 1 on the pasturage. Turnips, carrots, mangles and rape are j fed to the stock in the rare times that) they need anything but the grass nips grow as rank as weeds. Wool Sorting. New England. These figures only begin to describe the wealth that comes from the. cattle inter ests. Tlie dairy feature represents another big Item. The government watches this feature Very closely, and tlie inspection of the of horses. It is not out of the question that Massey will yet, be premier. Massey often makes his proud boast in public speeches that though tlie govern ment, in Us desire to foster farming, lias in .the tpast fourteen years lent to fann ers the sum of $20,000, it lias been <1 - skimming and handling the milk Is the fra tided of only $5,000. most rigid in tlie world. Everything is done according to modern methols, clean ly, economically and scientifically. The government maintains a full staff of instructors, and all dairy products are •graded by the authorities before being exported. Even the wives and daughters of private farmers are given toneir tui tion, so that what they make for tlieni- Jln j selves will be all right. A woman in- acre! s tructor makes the rounds of tlie dis- ylelding on the average as much as lift> j r r lot«, teaching the lesson of scientific! the fanning This is taken to be a proof not only of tlie farmer's honesty, but of the profits tilling soil and raising cattle have yield. 1. New Zealand especially welcomes Amer ican farmers to their country. Of Uncle Sam’s man with the hoe tiny say: “He will make an ideal citizen, at id from him we learn new things about scientific farming.” America is already on the scene in and cattle raising of tors. Potatoes are a favorite crop, for the reason that the yield Is enormous, tills | extreme word toeing the only one that does Justice to the output. Often as many I es three crops of potatoes are raised on tile same piece of ground during one year. It is because of 'this favoring climate | and prolific soil that New Zealand lioasts | the honor of being the richest country per i capita In the world. The average wealth is $1,489 per person. Out of a population of less than a mil- j Hon mote than 275,000 .persons have money In the banks. a.pd their total sav ings are In excess of S43.000.000. A large pant of this waelth is the prod uct of sheep raising. The wool exports for the past year ex ceeded $26,900,965. About 3,500,000 car casses of frozen lamb and mutton are -exported annually, and the value exceeds 814,000,000. There are moire than 20.- 000,000 sheep grazes in the colony at the present time. The largest owners of sheep an- called "station” owner*. During the year 1905 ithere were 104 of these large station owners, owning thousands of acres of land each. These 104 owners averaged j 20,000 «ach. The remainder of the 20,000,000 sheep were owned by 18,300 .persons, who own ed from a few hundred to several t'hou- ■vtnd aheup each. N*ar <?2?4t»fl.pd luno brings the highest price In the London market. The prin cipal breeds are Lincoln, Romney and Lucrister, with a few Shropstolres and Southdowns to breed lambs for the Lon don market. There are only 70,000 M“- rlnos In the colony, and no American Me rino*. When considering the grazing of sheep, raiser* rely upon placing from three to four, usually four, sheep to the acne. (When getting ready for th« market, the i ibut'ter making. A steady infusion of American methods country. Tire New Zealand fanner makes the and agricultural Implements is having Its road to 'his farm wit'll an American pick effect in the reaping of the harvests at a| and shovel, he puts in his wheat with an well as profitable enterprise. On one of tlie most valuable lots on Capilol hill, corner of Fourteenth ave- | nue and Pearl street, in the midst of ! aristocratic residences, a nicely growing j garden of giant corn, exhibition pota toes. radishes, onions, beans, asparagus, and, in fact, every conceivable kind of vegetable is being raised for the purpose of selling the product, and using the proceeds to pay for the seed anil care of wheat, rye and oat fields already planted by the society and those to be planted in Hie near future on vacant lots. The organization is composed of Den ver's most popular society women and is accomplishing*a great deal in its ef forts to beautify the city. Ten acres, by permission of the owners, are flour ishing wheat fields, while already a rye field opposite Hie capitol is ripe and ready to cut. Its seed was donated by Robert Oaus, who owns a drought farm j in Montclair, and the grain iias already been bought by people interested in dry farming. Tlie object of the national so- I ioety is to interest people in growing ] green tilings of all kinds, but tlie Den- j ver branch aims only to improve vacant i lots. It was decided last spring to plant the model garden, and Miss Anne Evans, I Miss Edna Hendrie and Miss Mary Kent Wallace were appointed on tlie commit tee. Thomas Chapman, florist, was en gaged to put in the seed and an old Scotchman, Mr. Sinclair, was hired to keep it watered and weeded. The work proved too hard for the old man, how ever, and lie resigned. The vegetables are I lie very choicest of their kind and already neighbors have spoken to have thei r names on the list of customers of the "Outdoor League Model Garden.” The smaller vegetables are ready for sale, except by request, are not delivered, for it lias become quite the fail among society belles to go u- marketing at Pearl and Fourteenth. Beautifully gowned women with tin buckets and market baskets may be seen at any time between 9 and II o'clock bound for tlie Outdoor League market, where they are sure of tlie very choicest vegetables grown on native soil. Washing Stripped Flax, New Zealand. | father's wish. My master was so in- J censed that he refused to see him again. Not only that, he invested all his money in an annuity and iiis income dies with huii.’-' “A hard old man!” “A hard man, but a good master. And now conies the interesting part. Daniel Trymble went through the Indian mutiny and was p-esent at the sack of Delhi. During that terrible time lie obtained in formation from a dying man as to the whereabouts of a hidden treasure. When order was res'ored he made search and found—a collection of Jewels that three fortunes couldn’t buy." “Yes; and then?” “He brought them to England. I saw them once—diamonds, sapphires, rubles— dazzling, sparkling and bewildering. The wl ereatoouls of that treasure is his se- ! cm.” "Ar.d what have I to do with It?” "He has forgiven his son and will re veal tlie secret to no one tout him. Derek Trymble has disappeared, if my master dies before Derek turns up, the secret dies with him. Your voice and laugh are very like Derek Trymtole's.” “Do you mean—’’ "1 propose that for half an hour you news for me?” take the place of Derek, anil allow Daniel Trymble to tell you the hiding place of the treasure.” “But that Is absurd. He would see in a minute that I was not iiis son." That is impossible, fur my master is blind." Even so, I cannot lend myself to such a deception.” "Think well before you refuse. It Is not for yourself. With his secret told j Daniel Trymole will die happy. You will j restore to Derek his fortune and position, and thereby bring his young wife from powrty to affluence. Think of yonr own sister; perhaps she is as poor as Derek’s v\ lfe.” ' I sincerely hopo not. You touch me on a tender spot when you suggest my little Maud in misery." I hen will you sacrifice your feelings to help my young master and Ills wife? The deception is for a good cause. Will you do it?" Warren hesitated and thought for a few minutes. "Yes, 1 will do it.” \» ith a grunt of approval Simon Scrope rose and they left the restaurant. jn a short time they were riding in a han som towards Russell square, and dur ing the journey Warren attempted to master a number of details which his companion supplied. Scrope opened tlie door with his key. The lower part of the house was in darkness, uml no servants appeared. Bid ding Warren to follow him, Scrope led the way upstairs to a bedroom. The form of a tall man, with gray liatr and grizzled mustache, lay on the bed. He turned his head as tne door opened. “Good news, good news, my dear mas ter; i have found Derek—Derek has come back." "Good news, Indeed, Scrope; you have done well. Come, Derek, my son, let me hold your hand In mine, and say you for give me.” Warren hesitated for a moment, and then took tlie outstretched hand. "It is I who should ask forgiveness, father." Tlje sightless eyes were turned upon him, and for a short space there was si lence. "Well, perhaps, we were both In the Warren’s hand wa? seized In a fierce grip, and he was pulled down to the old man. "Imposter, who are you that dare per sonate my son?” For an Instant Warren was dumbfoun ded. "I am an honest man. Induced to enter into this conspiracy against you in the hope of seeing your son righted.” “ ’Tfs a foul plot of gcrope’s to gain tlie secret of my treasure and to rob De rek of hls Inheritance. Scrope knows where Derek Is, but keeps him from me. What is your nnme?" “I am Hugh Warren, from Australia.” “Hugh Warren, of the Forty-first, who fought by my side when we stormed Delhi.” “He was my father.” "Then you spoke the truth. Hugh’s son must he an honest man. Listen! My time is short—I must trust you. Will you swear by your father's honor not to be tray my trust? Good. Do not interrupt me. for I am sinking fast. Take this en velope and these keys; guard them care fully and find my son. The instructions In the envelope will tell you how to find the Trymble treasure. Oil. such gems and jewels; he will be a very rich man. Ask him to forgive me. and say my last thought was of him. Do not trust Scrope, but let him ttiink that I was de ceived; and one word more—do not search for the treasure when tlie tide is high. Good-bye—I—I trust you.” The old man stopped and gasped for breath. -You—you will need money; take this purse an—-anil call—Scrope." Warren opened the door and Scrope entered. The old servant hurried to the. bedside anil the blind man's face lit up with a smile of triumph. In a few minutes .Daniel Trymble was dead. "You have got It?” asked Scrope, eagerly. ■‘Y'es, I have got it.” "Good. You have done a noble action, sir, and you will have the blessings of Derek Trymble and his wife. Where Is the paper?” "In my pocket.” “Well, givo It to me. and when Mr. Derek has secured the treasure you shall have you £5,000.” “Not just yet, Mr. Scrope; I am not going to part witli this secret until 1 can place It in the hands of Derek Trymble himself.” “And do you think I am going to trust you? You are going to use the secret to enrich yourself.. Give It to me, I say —give It up—give it up. You shall not go —tl will have it—I will—I say—” "Calm yourself and keep your distance. You will find mo at Zerega’s hotel, in Warilour street, whenever you care to call with Derek Trymble. In the mean time I will do what I can to find him myself.” As he turned to leave the room Scrope threw himself upon him in an ungoverna ble fit of fury, but the old man was no match for the Australian miner, and Warren brushed him off like a fly. He drove immediately to Zerega's hotel, and, after engaging a room, lost no time in opening the envelope. Intrusted to him by Danled Trymble. It was a terse document, but the In structions seemed to lie explicit. "Wyngate House, the Mall, Hammer smith. Cellar. Fifth flagstone to the right. Open, I-adder twenty feet. 'Pas sage. End of passage, iron door, spring lock. Descend fifteen feet. Iron chest embedded in concrete. Low tide, com partment dry. High tlae, full." And then Warren remembered Trym- ble's warning: "Do not search when the tide is high." After much thought Warren made a copy of tlie document and deposited It In a safe place. It was Just 10 o'clock, and he decided to take a stroll. By some fortuitous circumstance he found him self going across Westminister bridge, and to his astonishment walking a few paces In front of his was the figure of Simon Scrope. Keeping well out of sight, Warren fol lowed him. Down the steps and along the embankment he hurried for about half a mile until he came to a few lum ber sheds used for storing old timber anil bricks. Looking cautiously around Scrope entered one of these, and War ren saw the flash of a lantern. Almost immediately, however, Scrope came out. and, after peering up and down, loitered slowly along. Full of curiosity, Warren entered the shed, but could see nothing but stacks of old timber. He was just abort o come out when Scrope returned accom panied by another man Warren crouchel in the shadow and waited. "Well, Scrope. old friend have von any “Yes. Master Derek; he is dead.” “Dead! My fathir dead!'’ “Yes, Master Derek, lie died an hour ago." " f A’nd did he—did he say nothing about "I am sorry to it. sir. but he cursed you with his last breath. Of course, you know be leaves nothing; his annuity dies with him." “And the Trymble treasure?” “He took tlie secret with him. T ain sorry. Master Derek, but there will be I absolutely nothing for you." "I am sorry, too; not for m.v own sake, but for my dear wife. Our child was horn a month ago, and she Is still ver,' ill, added to which we are absolutely ■penniless, and are to lie turned out of our lodging tomorrow.” "You grieve me. Master Derek, because I have no money. I would help you If I could." “I know It. old friend: but T must get back now. GooJby. and thank you.” They left the shed and went in oppo site directions Warren waited a min ute and then followed Derek. He laid a hand on .his shoulder. "Mr. Derek Trymble!” » "Y'es; and who are you?” "I am your father's trusted filend. and have just lift his deathbed. Iiis last words were: 'Ask Derek to forgive nte.’ ” | "Y'our words till me with happiness. 1 but Scrope—” | ”1 was in the shed and heard every thing. Scrope Is a lying knave, and is I working for hls own purpose. But we j (waste time, and I want you tonight. Here is money: take It home and comfort your sick wife. Come to Zerega's hotel at midnight and ask for Mr. Warren, and I will Impart to you—” ■Yes 7" "The secret of the Trymble treasure." After a few more explanations and expressions of astonishment. Warren returned to hls hotel to await the com ing of Derek Trymble. The hall porter met him at the entrance. “Old gentleman befn asking for you, sir. Wouldn’t leave hls name; will cal' again." “That Is Simon Scrope,” thought AVar- | ren. lie went up to his bedroom. The place wrong, Derek, so we will say no morfe i was in darkness. He was crossing over to the electric switch when an arm was flung around hls throat and he was dragged backwards, while a handke - chief saturated with chloroform was held over hls mouth. He struggled violently, but the fumes overcame him and he fell Insensible. .— — about it. Scrope. ] have much to say to my son; please leave us." With a noil of approval at Warren, Scrope withdrew. 'Lock the door, Derek, and see that we are alone. Now give me your hand and 'bend down to me.” When he recovered consciousness sngne time later it mas to find Derek Trymble bending over him. "Coining to at last, I thought you were acute for. Tlie chloroformed handker chief was covering your face when I fcunil you. Ail right now, how did it happen?” “Scrope must have been hiding in the room. Look in my pockettoook and see if you can find a parehmen envelope.” "Y'our poeketbook has gone.” “Then the secret of the Trymble treas ure has gone with it. What is the timet" 1 "Half after midnight.” "Then he has had over an hour's start. Come along. I am all right now, and there’s work to be done. By George! the ktys have gone also. Well, we must do the best we can. Blow does the tide serve tonight?” "High tide about I :30.” “Good! Then Scrope cannot do vpry much. It js lucky that I kept a copy of the document, although the keys have gene. Come along, I’m ready." They hailed a passing hansom, and w r re soon being driven rapidly toward Ham mersmith. Dismissing the cab at the bridge they made their way quickly down the steps until they reached the Mall. "Do you know If your father owned "Wyngate house?" “I cannot say," answered Derek; "but my father made many mysterious and secret Investments, and he would be barilly likely to hide the treasure there If he did not own it.” The house stood back some fifty yards from the river. The garden was rank with overgrown weeds, and every window was barred from without and shuttered within. The question was, was Scrope before them? Quietly they approached the door, and Warren struck a match. The dust around the keyhole had been recently disturbed. “Scrope is within, or we are too late. There is no time for caution. The timber Is rotten; put your shoulder :o the door with me.” The door fell in with a crash, and then then was silence. They lit candles and looked about them. The place was fully furnished wltl’i old and worm eaten fur niture, and the dust lay heavily every where. Warren stooped down and pointed. “Footprints in the dust. They all point one way, so he is still here. Cau tiously.” They followed the footprints down be low until they reached the cellar. The fifth flagstone .:o the right had been re moved. An iron ladder fastened to the wall led down to the dark abyss. "Quiet ly they both descended and found them selves in a narrow passage, and through the sides of the door the water perco lated in a constant stream. AYith an exclamation of satisfaction AYarren pointed to the lock. The key was in it! Derek was about to open the door when AA’arren pulled him back. “Yio-ur father's warning. Do not seer eh for the treasure at high tide." Patiently they waJted. They could hear the swash of tho water on the other side of the door, and it was only when the passage was clear that they knew the tide had fallen. Then they ven tured to turn the key. They looked down into a cavernous vault. A foot below them the receding tide swashed and eddied. The light of their candles seemed to add awe to the scene, anil then as the water rushed and swirled a grewsome sight appeare before them, and they shrank back with cries of horror. It was the dead face of Simon Scrope. "Retribution has overtaken him. The door closes with a spring. In his hurry to secure the treasure he forgot the key and met a horrible death as the tide rose.” said AYarren. Slowly the water sank, and now nod then the dead face appeared before them. The last few feet went out with a rush, dajrrying the grows 'me burden along the sewer to Its unknown rest ing place. IA hen ail was safe they descended, and, after a little search, they found an iron chest firmly embedder in the concrete. Amid breathless excitement they lifted the lid. Ther e were three boxes, one in side the other, and when they finally came to the treasure they fairly' gasped with amazement. Ropes of pearls, sapphires, diamonds, cut and in the rough, rubies, shining blood red. curiously carvid figures ablaze with jewels, and at the bottom of the chest rows of ingots of pure gold. AYith some difficulty they' managed to bring the inner box u.psta.irs and cov ered up their retreat by replacing the flagstone in th e cellar. After searching the house they found a couple of port manteaux, and with the treasure sately stowed away t.hej' reached Derek’s lodg ing house just as the clock was strik- tng 6. "I will run upsairs and tell my wife the good news. You will not leave us today, of course?” ”1 am afraid I must. I came from Australia to find my sister, but lost ail i had on the voyage. Now that your father has supplied me with money I must lose no time. 1 should not like Maud to be in want.” "Mbud! C m it Do that— AA'liat is your other name?" "Hugh. "Hugh AYarren! Then stay for a time; my wife must thank you before you go. She was so much better when I left her that I am sure she will be able to come down.” After a little time Derek Trymbie mado iiis appearance supporting a sweet-faced, 'fair-liaired girl. She glanced at AA’arren fbf an instant, and then murmured one word: “Hugh !’• AVarren sprang forward with a cry of astonishment. “Maud! My dear little sister, have I found you at last?” “Yes," answered Derek. "AlthougK with your assistance we have recov ered the yewels, I long ago discovered the Trymbl e treasure." OUR JUMPING OFF PLACE. (From Outdoor Life.) T’nalaska resembles other northern sta tions, having warehouses, docks, the in evitable Greek church and a score of wooden cabins. AYhalers leave here for the Arctic regions. Dutch harbor is a station for our reve nue fleet. There is much coming and 'going of ships of all nations; there are quite a formidable fleet, and only two ships out of twelve carry colors of the same country. Just before entering the harbor one notices a detached rock high against the side of the cliff. It bears a striking resemblance to a Russian priest in full robes. Touched by the sunset light, lie seemed to stand blessing the harbor. Sailing north out into Bering sea, one looks back at the desolate, silent, tree less islands, which seem to wail the edge of the world. Hundreds of miles west they run toward Vladivostok. Two hundred anil forty miles north of I’nalaska are the Pribilof Islands; not large, but the greatest seal Islands in the world. There are many fur seals around the shores of Bering Sea and the Aleu tian Islands, but the great mass of them are bred on the Pribilof group. No white man is permitted to laud on these breed ing grounds without a permit signed by the secretary of the treasury of th* United States,