Elk City mining news. (Elk City, Idaho) 1903-1913, 1907-03-30

1t may seem absurd that so distin
guished a man as DR.. Weston, NJ. A,
d. &c., F. X. s., the Regius Professor
of Physic at Cambridge, should have re-
lied on the help of a half-educated school
girl But he was always pleased to say
that my love and sympathy were worth
far more to him in his work than if he
had been served by the cleverest woman
that ever headed an honor list
we'll remember the appearance Of
Prof. Marnac's book, Science and Re
ligion," which was published simultane-
ously in German and English at the be-
ginning of the June of that year. My
father was violently opposed to it, but
was far more concerned over the state
into which it threw him than l was about
the book, which, as a matter of fact, l
never read. He dictated to me q most
severe criticism, which at his instructions
sent to the editor of the University
Review at 102A, Henrietta street, Co.
vent Garden, London. The article was
signed "Cantab," pseudonym that my
father often used, as he had the greatest
objection. to. publicity.
About ten days after the August Uni
which contained his article-my father
received an anonymous letter. 1t was
my duty to open and sort his correspon-
dence, and I was thus able to intercept
it. 1t was addressed TO "Cantab," and
had been forwarded, unopened, by the
editor Of the review. The envelope bore
a German stamp, but the post-mark had
been smeared and was quite undistin--
guishable. The letter was neatly written
In English. 1t consisted almost entirely
Of the most violent personal threats
against my father. The writer declared
that he would soon find out "Cantab's'
real name, and would suitably repay him
for his ISLANDERS against the greatest
scientific work Of the century. l was
very frightened about it, but severa
friends to whom 1 showed the letter
laughed away my fears, saying it wal
undoubtedly the work of some mailman
and advising me to burn it. This did
never mentioned the affair to my faith
err, whose health was giving me grea
anxiety ar the time.
During September my father had tax
en- cottage on the Cornish coast, anC
when the end of the Long Vacation
came, the doctors forbade his return t
Cambridge. l had hard work to per
suade him that it was best to obey thei
orders; but at last he gave in, and W,
settled down for the winter.
The cottage was built at the foot of
low hill strewn with boulders and tori
by the autumn rains. Upon its SUNNI
the chimney of an abandoned tin min
rose against the sky like a vast flag
pole, with roofess buildings groupe,
around it in melancholy decay. 1t wa
always a depressing spot to me, and
rarely visited it, though the view wa
splendid. About half a mile before tn
cottage the moorland ended abruptly i
line of glorious cliffs, two hundred an
fifty feet of granite and shining porph
yry from brow to breaker. This was m
favorite walk. 1 loved to crawl to tn
edge, that / might peer over at the reef
that sprang out from the tumbled rock
at the cliff foot like the bones of giant
hand. l have lain thus for hours watch
, ing the great rollers advancing in tina
stately, inexorable march of theirs, ran
: following rank, until they burst in thur
E derous green fountains of foam. Some
times, when fierce wind blew from tn
o southwest, the spray they hurled into tn
! air would wet my face, even where la
so infinitely far above them.
Between the cottage and the cliff tn
!, ground dipped into little glen, or goya
as the country folks called it, choke
with storm-twisted trees and deep wit
gorse and ferns. Through it ran OF
cart track, winding down to the fishin
= village of Polleven, where the tiny, ston
" rooted houses chung to a gap in the eli
wall like barnacles on a rock.
Besides my father and myself, Ma
: jory, our cook-housekeeper, who ha
L been with us ever since l could remen
Der, was the only other inhabitant of IL
4 cottage. On Tuesdays and Thursdays
red-cheeked maiden, who had quite r
markable powers of breaking crocker
:, came to help from Polleven.
u So were we living on Nov. 81. Fro
that date l will chiefly rely upon II
, diary for the details of my terrible e
perience. Please do not laugh at Il
} form in which l wrote it. Mr.. Harlan
e has asked me to make no alterations, al
! so here it is.
i Ito be continued.)