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CHAPTER XIX.—Continued.
Mr. De Tavenier pulled me down
toward him, and whispered:
“Poor fellow, I know jour secret.
May God spare you, and save you—
but how—how? Leave me, and try
to fjo to her. Climb Into the cata-
combs—one word more—Marie—Ma-
rie—" here he choked, "is the child
of—of-val—but 1 love her—as my
own—fly—fly—leave me—and God
God bless you—and—oh—my God—"
At this moment a terrible explosion
followed by a crash of stones fell upon
us, and the water of the river began
to surge as if stirred from below
"Go, my son, bless you—to Marie—
tell her—my last blessing was—was—
for—"
I bent over the dying; man. His
eyes were fixed and glassy. I seized
his hand and pressed his dead, cold
lips, and covering his face I turned
again upon the scene about me with
the words clinging to my heart, "She
is Valdermere’s child." Then I came
face to face with Valdermere, whose
look appalled me.
There was no terror In his fuce. He
stood watching the strange horrible
scene, his matchless eyes filled with ]
a quiet sadness, his lips drawn and :
his brow white. He seized my hand.
"Ah, I am glad you have thus es-
caped.”
"But Is there hope,” I cried, "I j
do not wish to live for myself, but
but—”
He smiled sadly. "Ah, I know—I
know—" he said.
“What is that!" I cried, for a bright
streak of light had shot from the wa-
ters of the river.
“Ah, it is ‘The Avenger,’ ” said Val-
dermere, "manned by Pangullly and i
Romanski."
The iron craft rose upon the waters,
then suddenly disappeared.
"And are they aboard?" I cried,
looking still upon the turbulent wa-
ters.
"They are sounding the bed of the
river," he replied, “trying to find an
outlet. But let us see if we can't
find some means of escape."
"But where are the men?" I cried,
for in my attentions to De Tavenier
I had seen nothing that had tran
spired, and, now as I looked about me,
I saw only a half-dozen figures crouch
ing at the brink of the river, the
eyes of some tilled with insanity, oth-
ers with hopeless despair, and as I
looked I saw one of the men dash
away into the darkness of a tunnel
and disappear, screaming as he fled
from our midst, and the scene that fol-
lowed, like many other, lives in my
mind and eats into my heart like an
ulcer.
The grotesque bent figure of the
the stone wall to rock, and the wind
howled furiously about us tossing the
rope to which we clung back and
foj'th, like the tall of a kite. I grew
dizzy, and was almost ready to drop
into the waters when we reached the
ledge above where I lay too exhausted
to go further. Then the air was rent
with the roaring of the waters. 1
clutched the ledge and looked below.
I again saw the light of "The Aveng-
er."
"Ah, what is that!” The ship had
foundered. I saw it plunge among
the lashing waves, like a dying fish,
and suddenly dashing forward it drove
its iron snout into the wall. A crash
—a cry of horror—the light had gone
out and "The Avenger" was no more.
I looked once more into the mini-
ature hell of fire and water, on whose
foaming bosom no life could exist.
The fires had been quenched by the
Invading river, which the explosion
had brought into the passages, and
whose furious waves churned against
the black walls with unabated vio-
lence until it seemed as though the
great catacombs would be undermin-
ed.
Not a word fell from our lips as we
at last reached the tunnel, which led
us into the presence of the dead
warriors, whose resting place no fire
could destroy and no water inundate.
Here we fell upon the stone floor, and
all was darkness.
Hours rolled by, and the surging wa-
ters still roared below, but we slept
on. as oblivious to the fury beneath
us, as were the lifeless bodies of the
warriors themselves.
Where were our companions, who
represented so much wealth, learning
and science, who were but a few short
hours ago in the fullness of life? They
are dead, forever, and they died a
death such as was never died be-
fore.
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We Were Hurled Against the Wall.
second member of the Death Commit-
tee, who had been driven to insanity,
began to laugh demoniacally. He
beat the air, cursing the Czar, and
crying out, "Oh, we are destroying
the place, we blow up the Mines—
there goes Peterhoff, ha! ha! ha!
Hurrah!" he shouted again, as "The
Avenger" once more arose to the sur-
face throwing its powerful search-
light upon his ghastly face and blis-
tered lips. "There goes Kronstadt,
and Russia is free—free—free!—”
and before we could interfere he had
plunged into the waters, followed by
two others whose dying silent faces
sunk into the foaming waters.
“Come, brothers, let us fly; we only
of all that came are left, come!"
Gideon, who had uttered these
words, pushed Valdermere toward the
rope ladder, then he beckoned me to
follow.
We clung to the ladder, and climbed
in all the haste our exhausted
(Strength would permit. And when we
were near the middle, the rope caught
fire at Its lower fastenings, and we
were hurled against the solid masonry
of the wall.
"Hold on for your lives!” cried
|Gldeon.
At this moment an explosion caused
CHAPTER XX.
1 awoke with a start to conscious-
ness, the horrible scenes repeating
themselves in my slumber had at last
brought back my senses. My brain
was whirling with a thousand mad-
dening visions of the midnight hor-
rors through which we had passed,
the terrible spectacle of subterran-
ean fires, the Intolerable splendor of
the vaulted roofs, aflame and hissing
with the fires of the underworld, the
spectral shadows as they leaped from
rock to rock, and from cranny to cran-
ny. the horrible and appalling scintel-
lations which burst from the crystal
chamber, where countless millions of
prisms blazed forth in numberless re-
flections, to burn out the eyes of the
wretched conspirators, the appalling
detonations of the thunders in the
gaping abysses that yawned hungrily
for their prey, and the crashing pillars,
dashed from their foundations and
shattered into fragments against the
walls by th.e resistless inundations.
The catacombs were wrapped in
darkness, but I could hear the breath-
ing of a man near by. I arose and
cried out, for the waters still roared
below us:
"You are Gideon, the courier?"
"Yes. I am Gideon, but no longer
the courier," groaned the giant, as he
also arose. I could hear his heavy
tread ns he drew near.
"Thunder of Hell!" he bellowed, as
lie stumbled against some object and
fell sprawling upon the hard stone
floor; “whom have we here,” and
feeling around him he lifted the form
of a man in his powerful arms, "have
you a match?" I searched the pock-
ets of my rubber suit, and found a
match-safe, which I always carried
In the caverns, and soon its feeble
flickering rays revealed a sickening
sight. The hair of the giant had be-
come as white as snow, his beard was
scorched and singed, giving his coun-
tenance a fiercer look. The long hair
of Valdermere was burned from his
brow, and bis face was covered with
cinders and ashes. At last he recov-
ered consciousness and stood staring
upon us, Ills eyes filled with horror,
as he seized the hand of Gideon, cry-
ing:
"Ah, my brother, your countenance
Is wretchedly changed. Are you 111?
Your hair is as white as marble?”
"And yours," said the giant, "is
burned away from your brow, and, by-
all the storms of hell, I would never
have known you, but for your voice.”
The match flickered and died into
a red coal, then all was dark again.
"Save your matches,” said the
giant, “for we must find a way out of
this cavern, or we will slowly starve
to death. It would have been ns well
to have died with our brothers."
"There is no passage from this
tomli, save one," said Valdermere.
"and that is filled with water."
• "Will not this river find an outlet?"
asked Gideon.
"Possibly, but we cannot take such
chances, and we must either brave the
waters below, or linger here to die of
starvation."
"Did you fee! that draught of air?
Where can it have come from?” and
at this moment a light breeze extin-
guished the second match 1 held in
my hand.
“Thnt breeze certainly does not
come from the tunnel,” said Vnlder
mere, "but from whence? I cannot
account for it.”
We now walked hurriedly forward
until we came near the end of the
passage.
"What does this mean?" shouted
the giant, pointing to a large hole in
the floor.
A close examination was made, and
we discovered to our surprise that
' '
the huge statue of the chief ht*d fal-
len down and the plaster-like sub-
stance around his feet had been torn
asunder. Around the fallen chief sev-
eral of the other figures lay upon the
floor.
"The devil’s own luck,’* cried the
giant, as he lighted another match,
and discovered to his astonishment
an opening which led into a chamber
below.
"This wall has been opened by the
explosion," said Valdermere, "look at
that doorwny. It has been sealed by
the band of man, and broken by the
hand of—of—”
"Of God,” muttered the giant.
We now walked cautiously toward
the opening, and carefully feeling our
way over the prostrated warriors, en-
tered a new series of chambers,
smooth as the floors of a mansion.
They were connected by nallways and
passages, and along the walls on
either side thousands of embalmed
bodies could be seen standing close to-
gether along the side of the walls.
"Ah, could Coroni have seen these,"
sighed Valdemere, "but, alas, it is too
late—too late—come!”
Our interest had been aroused, but
THOUGHT IT WAS A BIRD.
Parrot’s Fluent Talk a Surprise to
Green Irishman.
An Irishman in Boston who had
made money in the contracting busi-
ness sent to Ireland for a younger
brother, who landed at Charlestown,
and was taken around to see the
sights. Passing through a park the
gr»« nhorn saw a parrot that had es-
SEED CORN—ITS HARVESTING
AND STORING
Careful Selection Will Insure Increased Yield Next Year—
By G. I. Christie, B. S. A., Indiana Experiment Station.
Surprised by a Talking Bird.
caped from its cage, and was perched
on the limb of a tree.
"What a purty bird; I would like
to catch that," he said.
The brother tried to stop him, but
he climbed the tree, and started to
crawl out on the limb, when the par-
rot said: “Well, what is it?"
"Excuse me, sor,” the greenhorn
hastened to say, “I thought ye wur a
bird."
In the seven states classed as the
central west, more than 46.000,000
acres of land are planted to corn an-
nually. Allowing one bushel of seed
for each seven acres, about 6,630,000
bushels of seed corn are required to
plant this area. Now when we real-
ize that the stand, yield and quality
of corn depends in a large measure
on the seed used, we can readily ap-
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predate the importance of care and
attention in securing good seed corn.
Investigations show that much poor
[ seed corn has resulted from a lack of
JOKERS PUT SNAKE IN JUG.
Scheme to Save Drunkard Makes Him
a Maniac.
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we were driven forward by hunger
and fear.
These passages were unlike the
others, and for miles the path rose
higher and still higher. There were
none of the grand scenes here that
were visible in the Dead Caverns,
and even the strata of rock seemed to
have changed ajs higher and higher we
ascended.
At times the road was partially ob-
structed by large yellow stones, and
crystal water dripped from the walls
or crevices, affording us much relief.
We had travelled about thirty hours,
groping slowly and in the darkness,
only lighting a match when we sus-
pected danger.
Coming to a turn In the road, the
giant, who wa.s in the lead, lighted
a match, which revealed a heap a*
driftwood.
(To be Continued.)
By placing a live snake in a water
jug, fellow harvest hands made a rav-
ing maniac of Peter Deuser, on the
farm of Joseph Andover, near Water-
ville, Wash.
Deuser had been in America but
three months. He left Germany while
under the effects of liquor, according
to his explanation, and he had been
trying to drown his disappointment
over his escapade in drink. He was
just recovering from a spree when
his companions conceived the idea that
to place a snake in the water jug
might teach Deuser a lesson. A harm-
less reptile was captured, deposited m
the jug, and corked up.
Deuser's thirst caused him to seek
the jug, and the jokers watched his
actions with great interest. He re-
moved the cork and had the jug with-
in two inches of his lips, when the
head of the reptile emerged. With a
wild scream Deuser hurled the jug
to the ground and ran until he reached
the Columbia river, six miles distant.
He plunged into the stream and
lapped the water like a dog. He was
wading into deep water when his pur
suers captured him.
care in the harvesting and storing,
j Too little attention has been given to
} these points by seedsmen and corn
I growers, and the result is that the
: corn growers suffer an enormous loss
| each year. The loss this year to the
j farmers of Indiana from this source
alone will amount to many thousands
I of dollars.
Corn should be allowed to mature
thoroughly before being picked. Corn
picked when immature does not con-
tain all the plant food intended for
it, and consequently has the vitality
weakened. When gathered before it
is fully matured the seed is difficult
to preserve. When dried in a warm
place it is liable to sprout, and un-
less there is a good circulation of air
it will become heated and mouldy.
During the average season, heavy
frosts may be expected during the
last part of October and early part
of November. At this time the corn
on the stalk contains a high per cent.
plant. The stalk should also stand
erect and he free from smut or in
sect attack. Stalks with suckers are
objectionable. Always select ears of
good size and quality, which have
straight rows of regular sized kernels
and which most nearly represent the
type desired. These ears should be
at a convenient height of four and
one-half to five feet on the stalks and
should he attached to the stalk by a
shank medium in length and strength.
The ear when matured should break
over and hang with the tip downward.
Ears in an upright position are ob-
jectionable owing to the fact that they
are more or less subjected to the rains
and hot sun, which injures the vital-
ity. Experiments carried on at tho
Illinois station show that seed from
ears high on the stalk and in an up-
right position yielded almost ten bush-
els less corn per acre than did seed
from ears hanging in the natural po-
sition. Experiments also proved that
the ears growing high on the stalk
and in an upright position, when plant-
ed, gave stalks a very high per cent,
of which bore ears in a similar man-
ner.
For the reasons that ears so located
are inconvenient to harvest, have low
vitality and low producing power, they
should never be selected for seed.
Perhaps there is no way in which
corn is injured more than through im-
proper storing. Corn as it comes from
the field contains a high per cent, of
moisture, and if subjected to a high
or low temperature will he materially
injured. Too many people overlook
this fact, and the result is that wo
have large quantities of seed corn
with low vitality.
RESULTS OF GERMINATION TESTS.
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Seed corn
stored in crib 143 34.2 16 12 7 5.6 25.?
Seed corn
stored indry-
ing racks____30$ 98 2
The above table gives the results
of germination tests made at the Pur-
due experiment station. A test of
five kernels from each individual ear
was made.
The most critical time in the han-
dling of seed corn is the first month
after it has been picked. Owing to
the large amount of moisture con-
Spoiled a New One.
There was a slightly injured look on
Mrs. Compton’s face, and her husband
hoped that his sister, who had been
passing the day, had not attempted
to give his wife advice about domestic
affairs.
"Did you have a good time with Mil-
dred?” he ventured at last.
Oh, yes, very nice," and Mrs. Comp-
ton sighed. "We shopped together
this morning, and this afternoon we
went to the organ recital. It sprinkled
when we came out, and I had to lend
Mildred my umbrella,” with a second
sigh.
"Well, she’ll return it all right," said
Mr. Compton, slightly flushed at his
wife’s tone. “Mildred isn't the for-
getful kind.”
"It's not that, Henry,” said Mrs.
Compton, hastily. "It's only that it
poured before Mildred got home, long
before she could have, and ft was my ,
new umbrella. You know how a per-
son feels about a new umbrella,
Henry."—Youth’s Companion.
HAY HUNG OUT TO DRY.
How the Crop Is Gathered in Rainy
Parts of Norway.
One of the most peculiar harvest
scenes in the world is to be witnessed
in some parts of Norway. Those are
(! stricts in which the rainfall is ex-
cessive, a common "boast" of the coun-
try folk there being, "We are sure to
have one dry day in a year.”
When the hay is cut, to leave it
A Good Way to Dry Seed Corn.
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Tragedies of Paris Pantheon.
It is probable that the remains of
| Emile Zola will he allowed to rest In
peace in the Pantheon. Some of his ;
illustrious predecessors, however,
have suffered another fate. The body
of Maribeau, buried in the Pantheon
in 1791, was turned out when Marat
was placed there in 1793. Later the ;
remains of Voltaire and Rousseau
were subjected to similar indignity,
one version being that they were re-
moved in a sack one night and igno-
miniously disposed of in the open
country. According to another ver-
sion, Voltaire's body was removed
during the "Hundred Days.”
upon the ground to dry would, in-
stead, mean that it would rot and be
rendered valueless.
Therefore, long fences are built in
rows reaching right across wide fields
and to these the grass is brought in
carts. In the daytime the hay is
tossed about on the ground; but
towards evening it is all carefully
hung upon the fences to dry. In very
damp weather it remains all day on
the fences. The peasants say "our
women and men do the same work,
only while the women hang out
clothes, the men hang out hay,” to
dry.
of moisture and a few degrees of
frost will injure the vitality. There-
fore the best time to gather seed corn
is when it is thoroughly matured and
before the heavy frosts.
A plan to be recommended and a
feasible one is that of going through
the field or "seed corn patch” after
the corn has matured and before the
general harvest. and selecting the
seed from the stalk. The plan of se-
lecting seed at the time of general
harvest is objectionable because of
the fact that many times the work Is
done late in the season, and at this
time, in the hurry, the care of the
seed corn is apt to be neglected.
tained by the corn at the time of har*
vest it is necessary to store it in a
dry, well ventilated place and in such
a way that each ear will be exposed
to a free circulation of air. Seed corn
should always he stored in the ear,
hut never in barrels, boxes or sacks,
or above large quantities of grain.
A satisfactory method and ono
adopted by many farmers is to tie
eight or ten ears in a string with
binding twine, and hang them in an
open shed where the sun will not
shine on them, hut where the air can
circulate freely about them. Anothei
plan is to tie the ears together in
pairs and hang them over a wire. By
One Car Its Entire Rolling Stock,
Though entirely new in its pattern,
the Great Northern motor car that re-
cently arrived in St. Paul from Aurora,
111., is not the first steam motor car
that the city has ever seen. The first |
locomotive that was ever possessed
by the old St. Paul & Sioux City rail
road, now part of the Chicago, St
Paul, Minneapolis & Omaha, was i
motor car, the combination of a loco- i
motive, baggage car and coach.
This car was, in tact, all the equip-
ment that the road had when in 1865 |
the roadway was first completed he- I
tween Mendota and Shakopee. The
front end of the car rather resembled I
an ordinary steam locomotive, with
its pilot, boiler and smoke stack all
projecting out from the rest of the car.
—St. Paul Dispatch.
Tree That Gives Light.
Among freaks of nature In trees
there stands'conspicuous one known
as the Asiatic star tree. It is enor-
mously tall, growing to a height of
from tffi feet to 80 feet, while from the
ground up to a distance of about 40
feet the trunk is perfectly bare. From
that point there spring a number of
tangled limbs, which shoot out clus
tors of long, pointed leaves, and it is
tnese, grouped together, that emit at
night a clear, phosphorescent light.
This gives the tree a spectral appear
ance, and is very deceiving to travel-
ers. who frequently mistake tho glow
’or an illuminated window of a house
The light is not brilliant, but is of
sufficient strength to allow of a news
’ nper being read by it. It does not
flicker, but glows steadily from suu-et
to daybreak.
Convenient Corn Storage Racks.
When seed corn is selected in the
field the parent stalk can he studied.
Experiments have shown this to he a
very important part in the production
of high grade corn. The stalks from
which seed ears are selected should
be of medium size, strong at the base,
tapering gradually to the tassel, and
should have a large leaf development,
as tho leaf is the laboratjry of the
| these methods the ears will be a!
lowed to dry out rapidly and they
will he free of the danger of heavy
imsts in November and early Decem-
; her.
A method used by a large number
I of seedsmen is that shown in our Ulus-
! tration. These racks may be built In
•my room, and are convenient and
very satisfactory.
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