UNDER THE STARS.

Htrsn! hush ! Listen! |What is that sound? It wakes me shivor. My tleim creeps; my heart sinks with fear ! It is the sea and the wind whispering together. The sea murmurs the dead secret that was locked in its cold gray bosom. The wind moans and .shrieks over the record of folly and crime. The coy young moon pales and shrinks behind a dark doud in shame; and the stars, even the bright stars grow dim with tears. Traitors, all of ye, to break faith with a human soul; to give voice to the cruel world ; to blazon forth that I killed her ! Let tho angels weep; let the devils mock. What reck I, aftnr all, of foul trai tor tongues unloosed ? Here in this pala tial home, monarch of all I survey; no lips near to upbraid, no hand nigh to be uplifted in blatni! or praise, Can I ask more of fate than this ?

A regal chamber, warmed by a single glint of starlight that slants down, down on my brain, making it dizzy, until that dream besets mo ; that horrid dream ! Sleeping and waking, it comes again and again. I writhe in its serpent folds; I wrestle with its gaint force. It is nil in vain. It tracks me like a wild beast It is always before me, startling, vivid, horrible ! Four walls, grim and peon witn damp and ng , surround me; a pallet bed bears my weaiy limbs, and on a straw bottomed chair I sit proud as an emperor on his dais, brooding on the past that is a torture; on the future that is a blank; on the present, I laugh thorn to scorn. Mighty as they are-mightier a thousand time* than my poor wits—f man aged to fail them. My tongue revealed the secret long ago that they have broken now. Ah, how that star levers my pulse ; sends the life blond rioting through my veins; makes me grow chill, chill as if my heart ■were ice bound ! 1 know itn gleam so well, thopnlo, pale yellow gleam that fell from the purple sky, down, down. Just whore it lay! It kissed the ashy pallor of the dead face, and the lips that, shorn of their scarlet, had grown black—o God, black as my own, my own soul! That murmuring water will never wash my soul white again ; that moaning wind will boar on its wings Uio fell story of my life from pole to pole. Mom will shun mo : nomen will hide their fair white fiiee«, because I killed her-sent her erring s..iil headlong into eternity. Hut 1 shall sen her agiilt with demons assisting at tho tryst: she and 1 the maddest, lierecst demons of (hem all. Let me remember how it wax. Clouds have hidden away that mocking star, and my brain grows cooler, i-almcr ; and the years■- one thousand years it seems to me since I stood at my mother's knee, white-soulod, innocent of sin—come to mo in snatches again.

Great Ho ivens! How often hnvo I cur«ed the hour of my birth, onddowu oa my shak ing knees wearied the Almighty with fran iic prayers to take back (lie life Hi; gave ! Kent with the fiends of remorse and venge ance tracking me each hour I breathe :"lt was within the stalely walls of Tregarthon that [ first opened my eyes on this world. Tregarthon had been the home of my fore fathers for many generation-;. It was built as fur bade as };«K) by a Geoffrey Treg.ir thon. who was knighted fo:- a series of gal lant services rendered to King Edward the Ist.lo whom he was a most devoted subject. He tell, pierced to the heart, in the thickest of the light between the forces of Amyer do Valance and Kobert Brace, and was found on the Geld of battle with the English stan dard clasped tightly to lu.s breast. Audi, bis descendant, .shall die more gloriously still, with the hangman's knot around my neck,and crowds of human beings watching my lust throes, with yells and shouts. I hear them now ! I hear them always, gleaning and awaking ; but Dare I tell ? Walls have ears, and the sea is listening, but I'll whisper it, 1 shall cheat them yet! I'll meet Azracl alone with no prying eves to see the dread struggle, and they shall scp m<: dead. Dead to this world, but what of the next ?

Tirgarthf.il hail been built on the site of ■an old monnstery.andwas chillingand repel ling ia aspect. A long avenue of old tre»s lei up to the castle and in midsummer time great dark shadows slanted down from them. They were a queer race, these Tregarthons, of which lam a scion. They were brimful of pride and pomp; pride of pedigree, pride of the escutcheon that had tinted-, pu-c and untarnished as undrivon snow ; pride of the overflowing coders that hint come to them, not by hone*! labour or talent, but by the right of lords of the soil for many thousand acres, " Pride hy which angola have fallen " was the ruling pas«ion of their breasts. Tho besetting sin of the family, fulsome, uncompromising, narrow pride, descended from father to son as natural an heirloom as Tregarthon itself ; and they pampered it, and fed it, and held it as their dearest pos.se.ssio1 >. But this was before the hour I fell from the Tregar thon hij»h estate.

My father, Hugo Tregarthon was a fit suzerain for his home. A tall man.straight as a poplar tree, stately as his own oaks ; with high aquiline features, eyes like a hawk, and hair like spun silver. Dressed In black velvet, with priceless point for col lar and ruffle, he looked as if he had ju-t stepped out of one of the great worm-eaten frames in the picture gallery that took up a whole wing of the building. Keserveit to •moroseneas, pompous in bearing, hard as adamant in nature, he never unbent, and barely smiled. It is scarcely a maryed that I feared him, but did not love him. Not an approving glance, or a kis>, can memory recall. My mother died when I was ten years old. I recollect that I re garded her wf'h a sort of religious adora tion and admiration, just as one wou'd teegard an angel or a star, or a splendid painting or piece of exquisite statuary, that one dared not approach- too near, or touch without permission. Every ■day I used to be taken up to a sumptuous apartment, well hung with blue and silver, to receive a maternal kiss from lips so red, -so lovely, and so strangely cold; lips that mechanically touched my baby brow, but never said one word of softness to the only offspring God had given her. She was no Saxon beauty with cold and opal tints, nnd azure orbs Her check was dusky,, but rich with glowing roses of the sweet south. Her eyes wee immense, and dark as mid ■night skies and heavy elion tresses crowned her imperial brow. Her form was grand and stately as an Eastern queen's. She rarely-smiled. Scorn and weariness sat on ■her (features, and her heart was dead to all living things. She had buried it in tho tomb of her first passionate love. My mother was partly Spanish, and all the intense fervour of her nature had been lavished on a young Spaniard, whom she believed to be devoted to her till awakened to his falsity by his marriage with her younger sister. But in spile of his deser tion, she adored him still, and three years after her union with Hugo Tregarthon the kne't by her first lover's dying couch and swore to cherish his child, whose mother had died in giving her birth. To save Mercedes from being homeless and friend less Mrs Tregarthon took her to her arms, and thus it was that the girl became an in mate of my homo. But as a boy I hated her, for she had smiles and caresses from my mother, when I, flesh of her flesh, was put aside to make way for the child of the man

she had worshipped and silence. One day gloom reigned in the house, for its mistress was at death's door. 1 crept away to a corner of the garden, never once looking at the scarlet flowers or the spangled butter- Hies that disported themselves in the scented I wanted tp realise my mother in death, when she would lie in that dreadful dark mausoleum where the Tregartlions had slept side by side for generations. I wanted to picture her glowing checks white and cold like marble ; her lovely starlike eyets, with their light quenched ; and her scarlet lips, set and rigid, with the curling scorn gone out from them. All of a sudden a, great horror roae up before me, ami, flying from the spot, 1 hid myself in an old lumber room, lest death, with his long icy fingers, should press the life out of my heait. The next day Mrs Trega'rthon died ; a week afterwards I watched the funeral paseant with suspense and grief, though the great black horses, tossing their heads, and moving tho ebon feathers to and fro, pleased my

In a little time Mrs Hugo Tregarthon, with Her beautiful face and scornful boating, soon passed out of remembrance ; only I remembered her. And when there was cool .shadow beneath the ancient trees, whose large arms stretched yearningly to the heavens, and a strong fragrance of flowers around ; when a hum of insects rose up from theground,und a duet between the rivulet and fluttering leaflets murmured in my ears, I sat on a fallen branch, tears blistering my cheeks, and my heart aching with a greater sense of loneliness than, it hud ever Known before; while my eyes mechanically followed the (light of birds across the cloudless .sky, and the dancing of the butterflies over tho scented bloom. My mother had never loved me ; yet, when she died 1 seemed to have lost every-

Scarcely two years after Mr* T reprthon's death, Hugo Trcgnrthon brought home another bride. This time his choice had fallen on the tocherlesa daughter of a Scotchman. The second Mrs Tregarthon wns a complete antithesis to the first one, not only in person, but in character. She was .sm'a'l, and fragile, with the blue eyes and fair hair of the North ; and her disposi tion was meek and shy. And she had a little niece called Muriel, the loveliest, most fairy-like of creatures, who wan dearer to her than her own child could have been. Muriel was live years younger than myself, and Mercedes li'Alicaut was (hive years older than 1 was. A greater contrast than these two girls could hardly have existed. Mercedes, so (all and proud,with cold grey eyes and a rale olive skin ; hand some ami imperial withal, hut strong, self reliant, hard. Muriel, with the pearly lints of a Saxon, eyes of true turquoise, hair like spun gold, that floated in loose waving masses over her fair white shoulders down to her slim waist. As the yottw "icw on, and Muriel emerged from childhood I loved her ; loved her with a passionate love that was terrible in its in tensity. And another man loved her too, Juan Gonsales, a. Spaniard, and kinsman of Mercedes, who had, by ovilnosa and cleverness, ingratiated himself into Hugo Tregarthou's regard, and was a frequent gue.st at the castle. It was evident that Juan idolised Muriel; but although with the liabimal meekness of her nature, the child rested passive under his devotion, it was easy to see that no reciprocity reigned in her bosom. Nay, at times 1 saw her Bhrink away under the passionate gaze of hU great SpauMi eyes, that were filled with all the lire and fervour of the sons of the south. Vet I —fool, madman, dolt— was deceived ; but not for lone, I loved Muriel better than my own soiil, and one day, when thp sun was shining and the ilowcrs wero blowing she and I came face to face. It must havo beon the subtle spell born of such a scene, that made me forget donbf and fear in the glamour of her exnui'ito face. "Muriel," I whispered, 'I lov« you and lay ray happiness, at your feet. Will you take it into your keeping ? Will you be my wife V Cold words—prosaic, commonplace, but passion, fervid, burning, has no el<i<iucEce. Her eyes were uplifted to mine for a moment, and then their lids drooped, but I had caught their sweet glance ; and in another minute 1 clasped her in my arms, and her fair head was pillowed on my breast. The days went by like a halcyon dream. Hugo Tregarthou had sanctioned our betrothal, and Juan Gonsales was absent, so that Muriel and I wer« left in our paradise, save for Mercedes. She never lost sight of us for long. Like a wild beast, flic was ever on our track. She never spoke much ; but her gray eyes gleamed like steal when they rested on Muriel and me. Casual watchers would have read hatred in Mercedes' glance ; but with the iustinct that always lives in human nature, I knew that Mercedes loved me, ay, dearer than her own soul! I shunned her; the very knowledge of her love seemed like treason to my worship of my betrothed, and perhaps it was my very avoidance of her that fanned the flarue in Mercedes' brfast into greater fury.

Right away towards the beach there was an artificial cutting through a large rock, with an arch way of century old trees above. It was just like the cloisters of on ancient monastery. The stones wete cool and agreeabla to the feet, and ou either side bunches of feathory terns nodded their beads, and green tufts of race peeped out of the crevices. And it was th»re that I met Mercedes one summer's eve. It waa the iirst time I had been alone with her since I had told Muriel of my love, and our engage ment had been announced at Tregarthon.

" Guy, I wanted to speak to you, and am glad of an opportunity of doing so," she said, in a formal t<me, cold as ice. "Speak on, fair 'ady," I cried gaily; since Muriel had accepted me I had grown gay and joyous as a boy; it seemed as if the ■whole world was full of sunshine and happiness. " You have not wished me joy," Isaid.

"Joy!" Mercedes repeated the words with a sneer curling her lip ; her eyes flashed, her cheeks flushed, and just for a minute she staggered; I put out ray hand hastily towards her; but pushing it roughly aside, she shouted, "Don't touch me! Don't dare to touch me !"

I stared at her amazed. Then she turned and faced mo.

"Joy 1 I have not wishel you joy I No, nor will I. But I care for Muriel; and I can not bear to see her drifting into deceit and misery without stretching out a saving hand. You believe that Muriel loves you, Guy ?" " Thank God, I do! I answered solemnly ; but even as I spoke a cold shiver ran through me, when Mercedes broke into a harsh unmusical laugh.

"Fool!" she muttered; "Muriel loves another man! loves him so dearly that were you ten times her husband she would never forget Juan nor the kisses he has im planted on her lips." " You lie!" burst from me. Shaking with rage, I seized her arm and flung her a few paces. She recovered her equilibrium, and only showed her resentment by the pallor of her cheek and a steady hard look in her eyes. "I do not lie!" she said, slowly and dis tinctly, and in a low, concentrated voice.

" MuHel does not love me ?' I muttered; " why did she accept me for her husband, then V" " Why did her relative wed Hugh Tre garthon? Was it for love, think you!" Mercedes questioned, with an evil sneer; " or was it from want of position, of wealth ? Muriel Cameron will become your wife; but it will be for the sake of. your well known coffers, for the purpose of bearing a name centuries old. She loves Juan Gon sales ; but a Spaniard and a poor man is no lit mate for her." A few stars gleamed faintly down through the interlaced boughs, and under their light the pure white flowers that grew on the path offered a strong contrast to Mer cedes'flushed cheek and flashing eyes, and yet within those eyes there was a yearning deprecatory look that touched me.

" Mercedes," I said as softly as I could. "I thank you for having opened my eyes before it was too late. Poor little Muriel poor child ? Her happiness shall not be sacri ficed to anything as shadowy as ambition. But pardon me, if I ask for some proof of your words-before I can put away from me entirely the only ray of sunshine that my life has known. You may be mistaken, Mercedes."

She shook her head. " Not mistaken ? To-morrow Juan Gonsales comes here. At ten o'clock of the following evening you will see Muriel steal out from the door of the eastern tower to meet her lover near the old well in the wood. It is her trysting hour. Watch, and you will find I tell no lie. But do not, for the love of Heaven, go near them. Muriel will deem you an eavesdropper, and dishonour ible, and Juan will kill you. Spaniards are a treacherous nation."

I bent my head in answer, and went through tliu solitude of the forest, and noble trees appeared to look down con te'np'uously ou this mean and pitiful plaything to a woman that Muriel had made me.

Mercedes did not lie. The clock chimed the hour of ten. Darkness fell in black barn across the earth ; and from tliC4ildoor of the eastern tower I saw Muriel emerge noiselessly, stealthily—my sweet, vrhite robed Muriel, whom 1 had deemed pure and good as the angels ? On and on she went ; and in the friendly shadows I followed her down, down to a sylvan path, in which was the old well. A picturesque, weird like objoct it looked in the deepening gloom ; and beside it, lounging over the parapet, I saw Juan Gonsalcs's figure. The girl, almost a child in years, who had put her fair white arras around ray neck and let me plant love kisses on her rosebud lips, was a light of love - .1 traitress. I paused at some distance behind a tree, and after a while I marked the little white hands, Unit had tenderly fluttered into my grasp, m> out towards another man. who took them, and —I believed I should go mad—pressed hi< mouth to them. I waited for nothing more 1 koew that to see him touch her lips would drive reason from my brain, so I (led ; and that nicrlit I left Tregarthon. It had been a habit of mine to come and go from Tregarthon, so I never troubled to leave a line.

Three months after I went back, looking like a. ghost ; for I had been pros trated with fever, and health and strenj?th hud deserted me I was dying—ay, dying —to look on Muriel once more. True, ahe hail never loved me ; she had deceived me: dishonoured the sacred name of "love." Yet 1 longed to see hi-r, even though she might ho the wife of another man. But Mercedes was the only one I saw. Juan Gonsales had been recalled to Seville; and to be nearer to him Muriel had gone to the south of France. Hngo Tregarthon's second wife had died suddenly ; and Hugo Tregarthon himself was as much immured in his library as though he had been a monk.

So fate hail ordained that Mercedes and I should be thrown together. . She loved me ;no need for her to tell me so. I read love in her looks, her words, her blushes and tremors that came at my glance or touch. I did not love her !My heart was dead to all women, since Muriel had cheated me out <"f sunshine and joy. Well, well! Those who know the world will understand how easi'y a man is fooled by a clever woman, especially if her heart works side by Hide with her brain. Suffice it to say that one night, when the moon was at its full and Mercedes' southern beauty looked richer and more impressive than ever, I asked her to be my wife. She twined her arms round my neck, and rainod down mad kisses on my cheek, brow, and lips ; a wild, fierce, unreasoning passion shook her frame. "Guy, Guy I" she almost shouted in an exultant voice, "I have you now ! and, oh God, I love you so, that to reach you I would wade through rivers of human blood!"

I let her shower caresses. I listened to her burning words; but a strong shud der passed ovor me at her clasp, and I felt a thrill of repulsion that honour bade me hide. Two months had gone by since our marriage; but I could not love my wife. With my groat passionate heart lavishing every memory on Muriel—my lost Muriel; wfth my thirstingsoul cravingdaily, hourly, for the pure restful feeling Muriel had.given me, Mercedes' violent affection was tortnre, She began to upbraid me for coldness. She said, when her glance went up to mine, it met wiUv.ao return. When her hand clung to mjiie in fever, it had no res ponsive pressure. "Guy ! Guy ! you shall love me 1" she would mutter, "in spite of all—in spite of all I"

"In spite of what?" I asked carelessly for her want of calm and rest wearied me.

" In spite of what would make you hate me—that is, if you do not hate me al roady I" •

"I believe I do."

The words "brpke from me involuntarily. I had no desire to irritate her, thoughl she was far from my heart. She started from her favourite seat on a low ottoman at my feet. Standing face to. face, she flung her coal blank hair off her temples, and glared at me like a wild beast, her hands tightly clenched together, the veins swollen purple on her brow. .

"You believe you hate me!" ske cried fiercely and shrilly ; " you shall know that you do; and that, in spite of that hate, you are mine, mine only, until death divides us. Poor puling Muriel cannot take you from me now. No woman can ; for you are my husbaud, Guy, bound to me by bonds that you dare not break. No Tregarthon ever broke a vow ; and you are too proud to be the first to do so. You believe you hate me ? Now, Guy—now, when I have got you, when Muriel, cannot be your wife—l tell you that she loved you all the while, if such feelings as hers can be called love. They are as water to wine compared to what I feel. Muriel was afraid of mo; and she went at my bidding to give a message to Juan Gonsalcs. He loved her and told her so; but she affirmed her feelings for you, and parted from him there and then. Yes, she lored you; and when you left her without a word, you planted a death stab in her breast. She never looked up again when you deserted her, Guy Tregarthon. She was dying fast when I last heard of her. She may be dead even now 1" 0 God ! 0 God ! I stood and listened to the words. My heart seemed frozen within me. All I remembered was th;it Muriel loved

me; that I must reach her Before she died. Bnt how ! A woman was in my path, a woman like a wild, fierce panther. A woman, or a devil! I shut my eyes. In the tar south I pictured Muriel. I would reach her yet; reach her, clasp her, hear her words of forgiveness, even if I—l threw one shud dering glance at Mercedes, and strode out of the house. Life waa a scourge: no hour of it was free from the wt>man I had sworn to love and to honotrr, and whom I hated and despißed. All the afternoon I had borne the burden; but wbeu the shadows of evening began to trail in black bare across the earth, I crept out. The fragrance of the pines swept over the land; the cool night air touched my throb bing temples: tne solitude was a boon. Then from a clump of lauristinus my wife's tall figure emerged. She would not leave me alone. I hurried my steps up the glen, through the wood towards the silvery beach, upon which the waves dashed themselves in the impotent wrath that moved my heart. My bloodT boiled, my brain whirled, and a fell purpose was in my breast, though I hardly defined it myself. It was there—a devil driving me on and on—and I was no more able to resist it than I could have stemmed the waters of a mighty flood. My cheeks burned; my hands were fevered and restless. Mercedes walked beside rae, her face white and cruel, her eyes glittering like steel; taunting words like whip-thongs dropping from her lips, thongs that drove me on and on to her destr iction and my own; God, how I see it all again ; tho pic ture painted in vivid colour — the colour of blood—is ever before me! Nothing can wash it from my memory; and time, as it goes on, seems to render the hues more inde lible. But was it not tho work of a ma«ter hand, the work of the devil ? She drove me to it by her mocking smile, her stinging irony, her jealousy, that was cruel as the grave. I put out my bands helplessly, dazed and almost blind with the rage that seethed within me. I tried—Heaven knows I tried—to keep my restless fingers still; but I could not. I could not. Suddenly I seized her in the desperate clutch of mad ness. Even then, deliantand incolent, she liftedupher eyesto mine and laughed. That laugh was tho crowning insult. Round her slim throat my fingers wreathed and tightened. Some horrible demon within me laughed out then with a shrill trium phant laugh.that must have reached the sky and told of my crime. Mercedes did not even struggle My grip was too sudden.too hard. In a second I relensed her, and she fell at my feet with her face upturned to mine. I stood spellbound—rigid as a stone —for'the space of a second. The horrible fascination of that white face impelled me to stoop lower and lower. Dropping en my shaking knees, I gazed transfixed on the swollen lip. The mocking smile that still lingered on the blackened lips memorised me into a dreadful trance. I looked at them, stared at them with horror that mingled with a wild fiendish delight. I was free, free as the birds in the air. The creature who had owned me as hers was dead,hurled by my own hand into eternity. The woman who had stood between me and her— Muriel, beloved Muriel-lay before me, her pulses stilled forever. She l»y under the watchful, but silent stars, a senseless, terrible thing. . " Hurrah J" I shouted again and again, like a man'ac; and the wind howled in echo, and the waters moaned over my sin. But a deadly fear crept over me. Suppose a human eye had been witness. Suppose my deed raised up a barrier between me and Muriel! I lifted the body in my shuddering arms, and hid it behind a rocky ledge. Then, when midnight came.and all the world was asleep, and no sonnd was nigh but the great beating heart of Nature I crept back to the beach, and, digging a grave in the sand, I buried my wiie deep, deep, so deep that I could forget her 1 Night and day her dead form lay beside me, sat beside me, until I could bear it no longer. So I went and told them what I had done, and guided them to where she lay. They were good and gentle to me uad. But lam not mad; my bruin bnms when the star fleam falls on it; but when the nieht stows ark, dark as my own eoul. I sleep, and dream of Muriel, Kluriot, who was carried away by her sister spirits to heaven. A gulf of blood lies between us that neither she nor I could span. My Muriel! My Muriel! who died from lore of me and pity ot my sin.

Justifiable Homicide.

AnotTT nine o'clock on Christmas morning, just as the people of Austin wore preparing to go to church, they were thrown into an intense state of excitement to learn that Colonel Jenking Kimball, had .shot, and instantly killed, Judge Sherlock Sloan. The patties to this sad tragedy were near neigh bours, and the families wore apparently on the most friendly terms, Colonel Kimball immediately gaVe himself up to the Sheriff. Rumours of all kinds were afloat on the street, but the real cause of the tragedy was not revealed until Monday morning, when the inquest was held on the body of Judee Sloan, which was riddled with buck shot. It appeared from the testimony of the witnesses that on Christmas morning, before Colonel Kimball was up, the "de ceased had presented the two sons of Colo nel Kimball with a tin trumpet and a drum. Upon this evidence the jury promptly ren dered a verdict that the deceased came to his death from the gunshot wounds inflicted by Colonel Kimball, who was fully justified by the provocation he had received. The verdict was received with cheers by the as sembled crowd, and meets with the warm approval of all our citizens. What Austin ue»dn is a few more such public-spirited citizens as Colon*! Kimball. A subscrip tion has been raised to present Colonel Kimball with a fine silver-mounted shot gun. Nothing has occurred for years that has given such uniform satisfaction as the killing of Judge Sloane, who sought to de stroy the peace and harmony of a worthy family. Let the good work go on.— Texas Siftwgs. __^______ l^

The Earthworm and "Design."

The earth-worm's work, distinctly hot for his own advantage, but f« thegowl of other creatures, and, in the final issue/ of man, evidently suggests far reaching design. Here is a creature which for ages before man appeared on the earth has been forming vegetable mould, largely modifying the distribution of sou on the earth's surface, and doing this in a w*y which, a* far as it itself is concerned, is most wasteful. ETery worm passes through his gizzard some twenty ounces of earth every year, an enormous quantity for such a, minute creature to triturate; and out of this mass it gets not thelareest possible amount of nutriment, as it ought to do on the •' survival" principle, but a relatively trifling amount compared with what it might get were it to feed at or near the surface. The worm, then, from its own standpoint, is working most wastofully; what it does is economic only in reference to the higher organisations whose' need it subserves. By very hard work for very little pay (so to speak) it has been for ages enriching the surface -soil, preparing it in a most remarkable manner for the growth of food plants : working out, in fact, part of the great plan known to and pre-arranged from the beginning by the great Creator,

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Gazette Notification. •; i,fifnifTr iifr 11 imfrii lTl ' ■■•'■'.' ■■■' 'Extract from New Zealand Gazette, titek March, 1882.1 ' W!" . 4 ITERATIONS AND ADDITIONS ; Tf) THB SCALE OF FAKK3 AND 1 CHARGES IN FOKOK ON THR NEW ZKA, LAND RAILWAYS. BA In aooordanee with the By-law* tm the New ■ Zealand Railways, fixed by Orders In Council dated the 6th January, 1881, and the 22nd Sen, ; tamber. 1881, the following scale of ohargi* f» the purposes specified below Is hereby fl«4 In lien or In addition to that at present In (one! and such soale shall come Into force from ana " after the 10th April, 1883. . , PAST I-PAB3ENGKUa. TRAVKU.BBB1 AIRIUAL TIOKHg, ' •> \ Travellers' Annuil Tickets, available over th» ' whole of the New Zealand railways for one raw ' from date of issue, will be charged ffiO, "" PART rV.-LOOAIi RATKB. . Auckland Okction. ■ ■ ,j Passenger Rates. let Claea- 2nd cisw From To —-——««_ j * B. .g. B. I Auckland Moroingslde 101609 12 I The rate for freight of goods, Olamea A. B. O. D, K. between Auokland and Onehunm. ig hereby caooalled. " ™ | HELKN6VILLB TIMBCS BUt>.' Loading kauri logs at HelonevWe timber tUn : I will be charged 4id par 100 euporflolal feet, I PART V.-THROUGH RATKB, Auckland Section. The rates for river traffic are hereby canoeUM Goods of Claswa A, B, O, D. X, between Ont hunga and Auckland, will be Charged at nor i ton as followi:— TO . :| Between Auckland and 4,8,0,JJ. i~" I Onehnnga Town .. .. |'o Onennnga Wharf .. .. 53 4. j.' I The rate to the whsrf includes chanws of i wharfege and dellverr to Phlps in trucks Sonol ' Bide the railway wharf. Hhipa'goods by welsh t or measiirement according to Bhlps' bill of bS- ' luff. The foUowing rates will bB charced at nor 1 tan on goods, Classes A,B.C.D,S;, carried between Auckland and Onehonga and th» Biationg stated below:- , ™ Station. A B O D X Ohinewai.. _ ..%^ "^^ Kunty _ .. ..36/0 30/ ivklW m > Taupiri _ ..37/8 31/8 23/9 17/9 I^o Ngarnawahia, .. ..39/0 33/0 23/9 17/9 12/0 Pukete 10/0 3M) 21A) W VW Teßana .. _ _ 10/0 31/0 mWO m Hamilton Junction .. 10/0 Si/0 a/0 18/0 l#l Hamilton 40/6 3J/S 2J/J 18/J U/3 Eukuhla 13/0 36/« Z&O M/O 1?8 Ohaupo 45/O 38/2 2W siS» MW) Lake Road _ _ 16/0 39/0 28/0 2*o 18/1 0 ° ; m ®110 28« »8 W ■ leAwamntu .. .. 18/0 HVB 2K/1 23/1 U/S PART VII. Classification of Goods. S:, Furniture, loose in «acking, matting: straw bands, partially or wholly exposed. Rate and a quarter. Special goods. Owners" risk .. Cte»li, Rabbite, dead, at owners'rißk.. .. ctoSf! PART Vm.-WHARVES, Auckland.Section, Onkhiwoa Whabvhj. Wharf age Haiti. B d Cattle and horses, per head .. .. _, 0 6 Sheep, pigs, and goats, per head .. „ 0 1 3 Booedußt, guano, and artificial manures (imported), oonveyea by rail .. ..Free, i Other goods, oIMH, per ton 1 g ■! Timber. Class IC, carried by railway, at per 100 fret anperfiolal and equivalent.. 0 S : Timber, OlaM X, not ooxried br raUwar.. 0 * i Goods of Cla«e©a L, N, P, per ton _ ,i. 1 • ' Natlveooal - Shells, undressed building ttone, or shingle, per ton _ 0 6 Wool, sheepskins an< rabbltsUu, jtajbalai not over i cwt, per bole .. _ i., 0 6 Flax, in bales not over 2 cwt, per bale :» 0 8 Four-wheel vehicles, each .. „ V.. J 0 Two wheel vehicles, eaota .. „; »;'S,ft [■.:' All other got de, weight or measurement at the option of the wharfinger, verton^ 2 li 100-gallon iron tanks, each ..' .. ..11l ( Poaliry of aU kinds, per head .. ..01* Minimum charges in all cases ... ..0 6 : QoodstraDßhippediotootlierorattfordosßfttob. V to places outside the Manukan Heads from ships lying alongside the wharves will be sub ject to full wharfage charges. ■■ , ■ Goods transhipped Into other craft tor fles- ' patch to plaoes within the Manukas Heads from Bfcipß lying alongnlde the wharvea will be subjeot to half wharfage charges. ~ : A otc—l he wharfage on good* Ciaster A. B. C. D, and R, carried by rail between Anokland Btntlon and Onehunga Wharf, iaooveren by the , railway freight. ToUs: i. <!. Each vmbsl tying; at the wharf, per work* log day or part thereof, par ton gross register np to 160 tons .. - ..0 0i For each ton above 151 tons, per working • day or part thereof.. .., „ ..001' : Minimum charge, per working day or - partthereof 8 8 For every wagon using the wharf, drawn by one horse, each time « - .. 1 • For eaoh additional hone - .. ..0 6 For each express cm or other vehicle, drawn by one horse .. „ ..OS For every barrow or hand-track, eaoh . time - .. _ 02 Cranage. Forusoof cranoon wharf,ywr ton.. _0 6 Szoeptional cargoes (as may be determined br the Railway Department) to be charged per day, or otherwise by special arrangement. The charge for cranage ooes not include the cost At haulage to the crane when the goods have been previously deposited at a distance therefrom,. The working hours are from 8 a.m.; to 5 pm. on week-days. , . HEtENSVIIXB WHABF. Wharfage Bates. All goods loaded or unloaded from or Into - boata or other craft into or from boats or other craft lying at the railway wharf will be charge* the ordinary wharfage rates. ■ Dated this 23th day of Marcli, 1883. JOHN HALL. ' Minister acting tor the Minister for PnbUo Works,



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