rry out some of
his cherished plans and find themselves in danger and trouble, as a
result of their zeal in his service, then he proves a very poor sort
of comforter. Better far to serve a Master who will not forsake His
followers in time of need!

A few days later an attempt was made to arrest James Wilson, who had
left the hotel at Sutton, and was thought to be staying at Glen
Sutton, his former home. This expedition is so fully described by an
article in the Montreal _Daily Star_ that we quote from it here. The
two local guides mentioned in this report were W. W. Smith and his
brother, H. S. Smith. The account, dated August 31st, is as follows:

"A mysterious midnight expedition left Richford Station, Vermont,
a little after twelve this morning, and disappeared in the gloomy
shadow of Mount Sutton. The party was composed of Superintendent
Silas H. Carpenter of the Canadian Secret Service, a _Star_
reporter and two local guides. The object of the expedition was a
search for James Wilson and M. L. Jenne, hotel keepers of Sutton
and Abercorn, for whose arrests Carpenter held warrants. These
men are accused of being the conspirators who organized, aided
and abetted the arrangements for the attempted and nearly
successful murder of W. W. Smith, the President of the Brome
County Temperance Alliance, who for some time has been like a
thorn in the side of the Brome County hotel keepers, because, by
insisting upon the enforcement of the law, to wit, the Scott Act,
he spoiled their profitable liquor trade. The excellent means of
communication in the counties of Missisquoi and Brome, by
telephone and otherwise, necessitated the greatest care in
keeping the purpose of the trip secret, especially because the
entire county seems to be situated too dangerously near the
American border line for officers of the law to take any chances,
and, accordingly, the ground had to be reached from Sweetsburg in
a round-about way. It was with grave apprehension that the
officers of the court and the citizens of that town let our small
party depart on what to them appeared a most dangerous errand; it
seemed perfect folly to them that Detective Carpenter alone, with
only a _Star_ reporter, should thus attempt to 'beard the lions
in their dens'--and on a very dark night, too!

"Why, they said, when the constable