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Or, Married to a Fairy. CHAPTER 1, When 1 was ill--very ill, both in mind and body--not many months ago, my kind nurse procured for me a large assortment of the latest and most popular novels. The authors were chiefly ladies, and one aud all were occupied in showing how delicate, and how little understood a thing is the heart of a woman, and how little unworthy a being ie man to be intrusted with the cdre of it; how coarse and grose are hie tastes, how unstable and waver- ing in the passion he dignifies by the name of love. The books containing these principles have had _a great sale, and have run through "many editions, and after read- ing them I was moved, perhaps in a epirit of protest, to chronicle faithfully my own experiences as a lover, admitting, firet,, candidly that I may not be accepted as an ordinary type of man, on account of my unusual capability--a very unfashion- able one in this end" of the century--for making an utter fool of myself where my affections are concerned, ° I have never written before, and have nothing but the memory of my experi: ence to guide me--an experience burned #0 deeply into my mind that I shall have great difficulty in epeaking of it without bitterness. What I want to show is this: That men, as well as women, occasionally . have hearts, and are none the happier or the better treated for it, It is the old wtory, I euppose---in dealing with the other sex, one must be the executioner, or the viotim. All I maintain is, that the world: old strife is not always onesided in .re- sult; the race is not always to the ewift, or the battle to the strong. The romance of my life, euch as it 'wae,' began just six years ago. Its starting: point was the accidental meeting in the park with a foolish youth, a fellow club- man, who frittered his life away at after- noon tea-tables, and thought pimests JOT; | Tops ular because he was laughed at by f . the well-dressed men and women in Lon- don. For the life of me, I never could remem. ber the fellow's name, but we all called him "'Uollare," on account of the tremend- ously high ones he wore, and as "Collars" I shall speak of him now. "I. congratulate you, Hervey," Collars began. "You are in luck. Heard about your picture being bought by the some- thing or other béquest for the nation. [easy Jp THEIR CLOTHES WITH XR; [J The Dye that colors ANY KIND! of Cloth Perfectly, with the SAME DY ae. Chance of EE Clean and Simple. Deal Son tor Bosklet; or. FOR SALE Cranston Cylinder Press, fast machine for six column, 2 four page newspaper, used very little, in perfect condi- tion, low price. Wilson Pub- lishing 'Company, 73 West Adelaide Street, Toronto. Choose which Crain you like best for your white . Sugar end buy St. Lawrence Pure Cane Granulated white, in original bags -- Fine grain, 'medium or coarse. Each the choicest sugar. Ask your Grocer, 7. LAWRENCE SUGAR Samia ST Let me see, what will the' Dition, do do it? Put it in a ravens. don is it in the academy it's a great honor, fh course, I wish gone in for painting, But you ani nad ged. Want a change, eh? I've discovered the joliemt little p! you ever saw. No taflway, five ay from anywhere, and a mile from the sea. Stuck on a cliff-- you can live like a+ fightingwcock at & shilling a day, and never see a soul. No visitors--no room for any--any you can't see the French coaet. #0 love to get away from the French coast on a clear day. Run doym in an hour and a half, and you can paint ripping big landscapes all day without any natives to er you. There aren't any natives--besides, they're too stupid. Bo you're an ARA. now! Fellow told me the other day it meant 'Another Ruined Artist,' as you painting chaps never do any good when vou begin to stick letters after your name. Never mind; they can't take . {t away, and you're sure to be an R.A, if you live long enough. Then you can "gell any stuff. Not that you want the money. Lucky dog! Rolling in wealth, and en- gage to an heiress. When's it coming off p' Collare had run himself out, and he stopped to take breath, not to wait for an me : rd lara? Never Pminds| A meet m------ mont. as. soon a4 T Served. Mon Had a way of Rakin room for me near Madge'n Side: ot only were we §, OF Ta ther Ae for there wae no veal re- lationsh between us, but it ie sone 'of those family arran ents that we make a Bre it omy we day. Jrished it, Tout, of he family, b fudge came" years > b to let nd pris ly until she had what she called "a few years' liberty" to so some decorous and igh cultivated outs on her own To this eugpestion, of canree, 1 agreed. 1 loved my art, and wanted to make some name for myself, and it was not as though Madge cared for me. In my work she took a very real interest, and often helped me greatly by her estions. Neither she nor I saw that anything was to be gained by tying oureelves up at anewer. I handed him my p k and pencil. "Write down the address of that place you spoke of," I eaid. And Collars, taken by surprise before he was wound up again, wrote it down: Roary Rose and Orown Hotel, Lythinge, ent." "It's an inn, not a hotel, really, you know," he explained; "but they think 'hotel' finer because it has five lettere in it and inn hae only three. Jolly old sanded floor, you know. I eit there and drink Srink bon. and ask the farmers about the at sort of thing reets a man at the end of the season.' I buret out laughing, and he laughed also, without knowing why. The pistize conjured up before my mind's eye of Col- lars, immaculately dreesed, imperturably hobnobbing with the sons of agriculture, and asking them, in his loud, slipshod English, irrelevant questions about the crops, struck me ae being irresistibly humorous. 8till, "out of the mouths of babes" words of wisdom have been known to come, and I mentally resolved to run down to Lythinge within the mext twenty- four hours. The fact. was, I was tired, and wanted to think. The London season wae in full ewing, and, being well off and successful, I had #0 many friends and acquaintances that I sometimes sighed for my own 80- ciety. Above all, I longed for the sea. I was horn at eea, on a voyage to In- dia, whither my mother and father were travelling to join my father's regiment. My mother's people had been in the navy i rn in her, views, the | 8 srost for generations--an ancestor fell by Nel- son's side--and a living great-uncle of mine was a distinguished admiral. I had the sea in my blood, and, as they would not make a sailor of me, I became a paint- er of the sea an I believe I suc: oeeded because 1 rn. I had a bit of a yacht, and kept a deaf old salt and his grandson always within call about the coast, and I got more pleasure out of that boat than the emartest reception or ball could give me. After getting rid of Collars, I made my way along the Row, nodding to acquaint- ances, while I looked out for old Lady (Oarchester's carriage. Everybody called Madge's mother "Old Lady Carchester," although she could not really have been more than five-and-fifty; but she was eo emall, and wizened, and painted, and had something so witchlike and uncanny about her that ehe might have heen a hundred. She waa the daughter and eole fires of "Jackson's candles," or, to put it another way, Madge's maternal grandfather had been a tallow millionaire from the north of England, and his money had helped to build the parliamentary fame and eecure a peerage for the eon of that erinent er, John Lorimer, crea Lorimer, whose son, Madge's father, Fog been burfed in a brandnew family vault nine years ago, under the style and title of first Barl of Bandling. A year later his disconsolate countess descended in rank a step or two to become the wife of my uncle, Baron Carchester, and Madge and I firet became acquainted My uncle Carchester was the head of our house. I hie his favorite nephew, and after my parents' death his home wae mine, I know it has grieved him always that I, the son of his best-loved brother, | dm not heir to the title and what is left of the family estates. My Uncle Greville's | two boye, who come re me, are not strong physically or mentally, but there they are. They are welcome to the title, although Madge, for one, who thinks a lot of titles, grudges it to them But Madge must epenk for herself, and in order to tell my tale properly, I must try and make you understand her, and gee her as I did on this partioular after- noon, bending forward in her carriage and showing her fine white teeth in a delightful laugh as she listened to what Charlie Brookton--who ig considered one of the most amusing men about. town, bu whom lly dislike int. ly--was Jelating to her acrces the railings of the Madge saw me before she chose to no- tice me; at least, I divined that from the extra interest she began to take in Brookton's convereation. ae knew I did not like the man. and ehe always took a malicious pleasure in being specially gracious to men I did not like. Even now, when I look back, I cannot pretend to understand Madge's motives. That she had a motive for almost everything she did I have very iittle doubt, except on oocasions when her feelings carried her away, But ehé did not allow to ag very often. was four-andtwenty, and consider. ed one of the most fnecinating women in London--an odd Series 'of contradictions, daring in speech, achal oonduct, a coquette i her fingertips, and at times bluntly sincere; far too eyni- and yet via with most loyalty in®those to 'whom Bort truet wae given. I cannot lay oi to understanding Madge, and it would take reams of payer 1 to record my com. yo +) to ee ahpon ranice, she waa considered BLS which wae a "Beo: beatty, Dut I suppose thas had | *Gorplinen bose pisio Wow Lorimer wihous uy La Suto we Sweiy-one and twenty-three. It wae not h we could not see éach other os or My uadio wag Jlese to my uncle's 1d Madge and Tool be times it -- to me o that she had ao her capabilities for a really tachment, #l right man SY in her way, and I confess I now then eecretly hoped he would do eo. I was very fond of Madge, but her biting, sar- castic remarke often hurt iD and her Te ut | pleted his bi COLONEL. - GOETHALS. How He Rose to the Top in thé|are Engineering' Profession. The soldier and administrative military man have been bred for three generations in George Wash- ington Goethals, the successful en- gineer who has just about com- job of digging the Panama Canal, He is claimed now by many cities and States, but he is a Brooklyn boy, and although his a y is Swiss, and of the mili- views of life, Sad 1A | ou | proper ehare in were u n the extreme. Then, too, she firteq 80 much that, watching her, 1 often rejoiced that I wae not in love with her, as 80 many other men were. It was not that she was unkind or cruel. She was, on the contrary, too kind, and ehe encouraged all her admirers to make fools of them- selves, so that she wae always eurround- ed~by a little court of half-accepted, half- rejected worshippers, who waited about, a6 she hereelf expr it, in case I should 'drop out of the running." That wae her way of of pie it, and, of courge, it was abeurd. often felt I stood in the way of a Tet any match for her, and sometimes I used to tease her about it. = "You won't marry me," I usad to say, 'yet you let me keep other fellows off. Is that reasonable?" But ehe had turned on me with sudden emper. "I act like this to please myself," eaid. "Suppose I like to be a girl-bachel- or, or, in other s, an old maid? I presume I may please myeelf? It is not as if you were in love and wanted to mar. ry eome one else." "Il Good heavens, nol!" "You are not in love, are you, Adrian?" she had suddenly asked me very earnest. ly, laying her finger-tips on my shoulders and gazing up into my face. "Not a little bit," I had answered, with perfect truth, and she had pushed me from her & little impatiently, and chang- ed the subject by duteting into extrava- gant praises of 'the beauties and graces of her last favorite actor. ' 2 This had ha d on the i me, as I eaid with a fie she our last meeting, two days before. day she greeted tle offended air. "Why didn't you come to lunch yester- tary Swiss at that, his grandfather was a surgeon in the French army and was with Napoleon at Auster- Colonel Goethals. day?" she asked sharply. came, and we expected y Ity would do you good to meet him ike. that, and Den. vil, the new art critic on the Daily was there, too. It wae very stupid of you not to come. What were you doing?" "I was eketching, and I couldn't leave my work," "Poor, dear thing! Toiling for yeur daily bread or perhaps for a little scrap of butter to put on it, eh? And, by the way, talking of poverty stricken artists such as you---have you heéard of Nicholas Wray lately?" "No. Have you" "Yes." Her expression changed euddenly, and dark eyes grew pitiful and moist. '"'Adrian," she eaid, in a very low voice, oa must find him out at once and help He hae been ill, and he is nearly starving!" "Who told you eof" "Denvil ity something which made me svepect it. Bo I wrote Nicholas Wray & note asking him to lunch with us, as I wanted to talk to him about making an outline sketch of my father from his por: traits. I sent it by hand, and got a ver- bal answer, thanking me, but saying he could not undertake any work at present. I'm gure there's something very wrong with him." But here the thin, high voice of Madge" 8 mother chimed in: "If Nichole Wray is ill, he has drunk himself into it. I have no patience with dirty, drunken, money: ng hemians. It's the fashion to oall his daubs clever, but I've seen better work dors with a bit of chalk on the pave- men | Lady Carchester seldom spoke, but 'when she did air her views they were usually old-fzehioned and emphatic. Wray bad beer a fellow student of mine in Parise studios. 'His work was chiefl black and white, dashing, brilliant a4 cark and and could not commend itself to Micdgoe mo- ther, who in art ratsd finish" above all other qu lice Madge, on her part, he lieved thet Wray had a future, and Madge | wes generally right. She made. a funny little moue at me, uneeen to L: ay Cant. chester, but she was wise enough the eubject of Nicholas Wray, w WAY, Sher labed 80 prof an edmiry for +t now and id he had succeeded in AEE some alight Eiprsusion upon her apparently un. ace! "You'll dine with us, 'of course?" said. "Otherwi be to | urlingham - to-morrow, omorrow," 1 said, "T oy going out of town." She T3js0d her ev Foging made up ba JY Post, litz. His own father, John Goe- thals, was born in Switzerland and moved to Amsterdam in his early boyhood.: In 1848 he came to this country, making his home in Brook- lyn, where, in 1858, the present Colonel Goethals was horn. The origin of the family name is interesting. In good Dutch it is the equivalent of the English 'stiff necked,"' and was conferred on the first of the present line, who was one of the Crusaders, by an early King of Flanders. This man was fighting side by side with his king when a foe struck him a mighty blow. The sword was turn- ed aside by the armor and the man kept on fighting. A second blow was struck, but still the man kept on fighting before the eyes of his king, until the battle was won. Af- warrior to his side and commended him for his prowess. % "Bire,"' said the soldier, 'IL break before I bend." : "'Henceforth,'"' said the "thy name is Goethals, the stiff necked."' 'and for centuries the family- motto was ""We break before we bend," George. Goethals started school at the age of six at old Public Street (now Third Avenue), Brook- yn. That was in 1864. He played, Aron | with the older boys around in the a | lots which are now in the centre of a great city. Nor was he a "star" ers and associates hint that he of- $ ten was among those detained after t| the regular hours. § however, that the soldier blood of his ancesto: It was there, rs first showed itself, for in the closing years of the civil war great bodies of soldiers were often ter the conflict the king called the king, | | The name has "stuck,'"| School No. 15, State and Powers] pupil. The tales told by his teach-) TRIALS OF A A CLERGYMAN. | | Some Laughable Tne Incidents are Here Recorded. Pe not be a parson unless you blessed with a strong sense of oor and a thick hide, advises an English clergyman in Pearson's Weekly. "A pateon s duty is to visit his flock. " If he does not, great is : Embiing If he does, he is He The snubs mix nicely with the welcomes, to prevent you from being puffed up. The following is one of the neatest of them : I was asked by a friend who had been offered a living near me to go and see the vicarage and church and report. I did so, and the clerk Showed me round. As we neared the end, he turned to me, and said ; "Be you our new parson, sir, if I may make so bold?' I assured him that I was not. 'I be main glad to hear that, sir,"" he said, with relief, "We' ve always had good uns so far!" - In a scattered parish, I called up- on an old couple about tea time. "Would you like a cup of tea?' the housewife asked. I confessed 'that 'I should like it very much. The dear old soul prepared one, and kept apologizing because she had no jam or cake. I assured her that it did not matter in the least. "Well, sir,' she said, brightening; "after all, "tisn't as if you was one of them that feed high. Anyone can see that!" 'One more. A friend of mine had got a job for a man who had been '|for a long time out of work. I guessed he was getting pretty shab- by, so I looked up a suit,--we were much of a size,--and took 'it round. The man's wife took it, and I waited in the room, ready to be overwhelm- ed with thanks. 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