BOSH-BOSH OIL.

A Farry STORY.

ARDNER had started off by himself for a
(3 long tramp through the woods. He had
walked quite a distance when he suddenly

came to a small brown hut, which he was about to
pass when he heard cries of pain coming from it.
Running quickly to its one window, he looked in,
and saw a most extraordinary sight. An old man
was alone in the one room, standing near the wall
and with his face pressed hard against it. The
tears were running down his cheeks, and he was

moaning piteously.