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SIR HUGH'S LOVES. l^y'B leoret Wkh >|aitt) safe with Jean, and, aa the weekl and riioiitbH wunt on, a feelint; o( ott«r security wine over her. She hardly know how tiiiiepaBsed. There , were boqiii when she did not alwaya feel •nhappy. The trutik was, she wan for a ioni; time utterly benumbed by pain ; a total collapse of mind and body had ensued on har flight from her home, tihe had â- a0ered too much for her age and strength. Bit Hugh's alarming illness, and her •uspense and terror, had been followed by the shock of hearing from his own lips of hid love and engagement to Margaret ; and, before she could rally her forces to bear this new blow, her baby had been born. Fay used to wonder sometimes at her own languid indifference. '*Am I really able to live without Hugh ?" she would say to heraelf. " I thought it must have killed me long ago, knowing that liu dues not love me ', but somehow I do uol feel able to think of it all ; and when I ^0 to bed I fall •aleep." Fay was mercifully onconsoious of her own heartbreak, though tfae look in her eye» often imde Mrs. Uuncan woep. When abe grew a littlestrougerheroldrestleaBness returned, and she went beyond the garden and the urclianl. Whenever wandered about the village, people 8eeme<i to stare at her â- o : but her favorite banot was the falls. There was a xteep little path by a wicket gate that led to a covered rubtic bench, where Fay could see the falls above her â- hooting down like a silver Btreak from under the single graceful arch of the road- way ; not falliijg lilieer down, but broken oy many a ledge and bonlder of black rock, where in summer time the spray beat on the long delicate fronds of ferns. • Fay remembered how she used to stroll through the under^^ood and gather the ilender bine and white harebelln that came jtecping out of the green moss, or hunted for the waxy blossoms of the bell- heather; how lovely the place had looked then, with the rowans or witchea, as they called themâ€" the mountain anh of the •outb, drooping over the water, laden heavily with clusters of coral. like berries, sometimes tinging the snowy foam with a faint roue lint, and fringed in the back- ground with larcb and sjlver bircli ; the whole mass of luxuriant foliage nearly â- hutting out the little stiip of sky which gleamed pearly-bine through a delicate network of leave*. It was an enchanting spot in summer or autumn, but wen in winter Fay loved it ; its solitude and (x«cefulnesH fascinated her. Bat one day she found its solitude invaded. She had Ix'en some months at the Manse, but she had nut once spoken to the young minister during his brief visits. Khe had kept to her room with a nervous sbrinkinK rom Btrangers ; but she had watched him â- ometimtK between the serviceK, pacing up and down the garden as though he were thinking deeply. Ue was 1^ tall, broadshouldered young man, with a plain, strong-featured face as ragged as his own mountains ; but his keen grey eyes could lo<.ik soft enough at times, as pretty Lillsn Graham knew well ; for the wilful little beaoty had l>een tillable to say no to htm as she did to her other luverH. It was not easy to bid 1 Fergus Uuiiuan go about hiH business when he had made up his mind to bide, and as the young minister had deridt^lly made up his niiiid that ]>ilnin (irnhani should be his promised wife, lie got his way in that; and Lilian grew no proud and fond of him thut she never found out how 'unipletily h>' ruled her, and liow Heldoni she had her own will Fay heard with some dismay that Mr. Fergus was coming to live at the Manse after ChristniaB ; she would liave to see him at meals, and in the evening, and woulu have no excuse for retiring into lier room. Now. if any visitor came to the Manse, Lilian Cirahani. or one of her sisters- for theru wiTc Beven strapping lasHes at the farm, and not oiio of tiioin wed yet, as .Mrs. Duncan would sayâ€" Fay woulil take refuge in the kitolien. or sit iutiie minister's room -anything to avoid the carious eyes and i|iiestiOMing that would have awaited her in the parlor ; but now if Mr. Fergus lived there. Lilian (irahain would always be there t"o. Mr. I'ergus was rather curious about Aunt .leanie'H mysteriu'is guest, lie had caught sight of Mrs. St. (lair onoe or twico at the window, and had been much struck with her appearance of youth ; and his remark, after first seeing her in the little kirk, had been, " Why. Aunt .leanie, Mrs. St. Clair lucks ijuite a child; how couJd any one calling iiimself a mun ill use a little creature like that ; " for Mrs. Dunoan had carefully infused into her nephew's ear a little fabled account of Fay's escape from her husband, to which he listened with HcAtch caution ami a good deal of incredulity. " L)e|)end upon it, there are faults on both sides." he returned obsti. nately. " We do not deal in villains now- a-days. You are so soft. Aunt Jeanie ; you always believe what [leople tell you. I should like to have a talk with Mrs, St. Clair ; indeed, I think it my duty as a minister to remonstrate with a youn)( wife when she has left her husband." " Oh, you will frighten the bit lassie, Fergus, if you si>eak and look so Btem," replied his aunt in an alarmed voice, "'i'ou see you are only a lad yourself, and maybe Lilian wouldn't care to have you so ready with your havers with a pretty young thing like Mrs. Ht. Clair, Detter leave her to Jean and me." . But she might as well have spoken to the wind, for the young minister had made up his mind that it was his duty to ahephurd this stray lamb. He had already spoken oat his mind to Lilian ; the poor little girl had been mu(ih overpowered by the sight of Fay in the kirk. Fay's beauty had made a deep impression on her ; and the knowledge that her betrothed wouUi be in daily contaot with this dainty piece of loveliness was decidedly unpalatable to her feelings. Lilian was quite aware of her own charms ; her dimples and sweet youthful bluoin had already brought many a lover to her feet; but she was a aenuiblo little creature in spite ol her vauily,and8hekuew thai she could not compare with Mrs. Ht. (!lair any more than painted delf could coiii|)aru with |iroc«lain. bo first she |>nuti d and gave herself air<i of honest tears, and bewailed herself because Fergus was to live up at the Manse, when no one knew who Mrs. St. Olair might be, for all she had a face like a picture. •' " Oh, oh, I see now," returned Fergus, with just the gleam of a smile lighting up his rugged faoe ; " it is jnst a piece of Jealoosy, Lilian, because Mrs. Ht.C^uir -to whom 1 have never spoken, mind you â€" hapi>ens to be a prettiergirlthan yourself," â€" which was wicked and impolitic of Fergus. " But you will be speaking to her, and at every meal-time too, and all the evenings when Mrs. Duncan is up in the minister's room ; and it is not what I call fair, I'ergus, with me down at the farm, and you always np in arms if I venture to give more than a good-day to thelada." " Well, you see yoa belong to me, Lilian, and I am a careful man and look after my belongings. Mrs. St. Clair is one of my flock now. and I mast take her in hand. Whisht, lassie,' as Lilian averted her face and would not look at him, " have yoa such a mean opinion of me that you think I am not to be trusted to look at any woman bat yourself, and I a minister with a cure of souls; that is a poor hxikout for our wedded life." And here Fergus whispered something that brought the dimples into play again ; and after a little more judicious coaxing, Lilian was made to understand that ministers were not just like other men, and must be suffered togo their " ain gait.' And the upshet of this conversation was that Fay found herself confronted at the wooden gate one day by a tall, broad- shouldered young man, whom she knew was the young minister. Of course he was going to see the falls, and she was about to pass him with a slight bow, when he stop- ped her and offered her his hand. " I think we know each other, Mrs. St. Clair, without any introduction. I am Fergus Duncan, and I have long wanted to be acqaainted with Aunt Jeanie's guest; " and then he held open the gate and escorted her back to the ManHe. Fay could not find fault with the young man's bluntnesa; she had no right to hold herself aloof from Mrs. Duncan's nephew. He must know how she had avoided him all these months, but he seemed too good- humored to resent it. He talked to her very pleasantly about the weather and the falls and his uncle's health and Fay answered him with her usual gentleness. They parted in the porch mutually pleased with each other ; but the young man drew a long breath when he found him- self alone. " Kch, sirs ! as ,lean says, but this is the bonniest lass I have ever set eyes on. Poor little I.,ilian ! no wonder she felt herself a bit upset. Come, I must get to the bottom of this ; .\unt Jeanie is too soft for any- thing. Why. the sables she wore were worth a fortune ; and when she took off her gloves her diamond and emerald rings fairly blinded one." I'Vrgiis arrived at the Manse with all his trajw abont a fortnight after this ; and when the first few days were over. Fay discovered that she had no reason to dislike Mr. F'ergus' company. He was always kind and goCHlnatiircd, and took a great deal of notice of the baby. Ind-ed, he never seemed more content than when baby lluyh was on his knee, pulling his ooarse redilish hair, and uurgling ^dee- fully over this new game. Fay began to like him very much when she had seen him with her buy ; and alter that ho foiinil little trouble in drawin); her into ooii%'ersa- tiun. if is first victory was inducing her to make frieiiils with Lilian. I'ay, who shrank painfully from ntrnngers, acceded very iK'rvou'.ly to this rei|uest. Itiit when Lilian rainn her t>liy, pretty manimrN won Fay's lieiirt. and the two l^caiiie very fond of each oth-T. Fergus u:)ed to have long pii/?r)ed talks with Aunt Joanin about her protege. "What is to bo done about Mrs. 8t. (;l»ir when Lilian and I are married?" he would nsk; "the Manse cannot hold us all. " "Kh,lad,th«t'a»hat Jean and me often say ; but then the summer is not here yet, and maybe we can find a cottage in Uuwan- (ilen, and there is Mrs. Dmro over at Oorrie that would h'iUBe them for a bit. .Mrs. St. (lair was speaking to me abont it yi'Storday. ' When^ ilo tin y mean to live when they are married.' she says quite sensible. like. ' Is there anywhere else I can go to make room for them V" And then sli^ cried, (loor bairn, and said she would like to stay in Uowen-Olcn." " Mrs. Ht. Clair," observed I'ergus one day, looking up from his writing, " don't y*u think people will be talking if you stay away from your husband any longer?" for he had once before said a word to her on the subject, only Fay had been hysterical and had begged him not to go on. " Oh," she said, liirning very pale, and dropping her work, ' why will you speak to me of my husbainl, Mr. Fergus?" " Because I think you ought to go hack to him," he replied, in a quiet busineas-likto tone; " it is a wife's duty to forgive- and how do you know that your husband has not bitterly repented driving you away from him. Would you harden your heart against a repentant man ?" " My husband does not want me," she returned, and a spasm crossed her faco. " Should I have left him if he wanted to keep me? ' One of us must go,' that iswhat he said. " "Are you sure yoa nndorstood him ? asked Fergus ; but he felt at the moment as though it would relievehisfeelingsto knock that fellow down ; "a man can say a thing when he is angry which ho would be sorry to mean in his cooler moments." " I saw it written," was the low answer ; then, with an effort to silence him, " Mr. Fergus, you do not know my husband ; -yon cannot judge between ns. I -vas right to leave him ; I could not do other, wise." "Was his nama St. Clair?" he asked somewhat abruptly ; and as Kay reddened under bis scriitini/.ing glanoe, he continued rather sternly, " please do not say • yes ' if it bo untrue ; you do not look as though you could deceive any one." "My husband's name is St. Clair," re- plied Fay, with aa much displeasure as she could assume. " i am not obliged to tell you or any one else that it is only his second name. I have reasons why I wish to keep the other to myself." " Thank yon, Mrs this question, bat beoaase I want to help you" " Yes, I know you »revexy good,'' replied Fay, more gently. .; " If you would oifiy trust us, and give us your confidence,", he continued earnestly. " Aunt .leanie is )»ot a woman of the world, but she has plenty of common sense ; and forgive me if I Say yoa are very young and may need guidance. You cannot hide from us that you are very unhappy, and that the husband you have left is still d«ar to yoa " But Fay could hear no more ; she rose with a low sob and left the room, and Fergus' little homilf on wifely forbearance was not finished. It was so each time that he reopened the subject. Fay would listen ap to a cer- tain point, and seem touched by the young minister's kindnesa and sympathy. but he could not induce her to open her heart to him. She was unhappy â€" yes. she allowed that ; she had no wish to haVB her husbanil, but circumstances had been too strong for hei. Mid nothing would induce her to admit that she had done wrong. â- â-  W)>o would have thought that little creature had so mach tenacity and will," Fergus said to himself, with a sort of vexed admiration, after one of these con- versations ; " why, Lilian is a big woman compared to Mrs. St. Clair, and yet my Ussie lias not a tithe of her spirit. Well, I'll bide my time ; but it will not be my fault if I fail to have a grip of her yet." But the spring sunshine touched the rneged tope of Bemuich-dhu and Ben.na- hourd before Fergus got his "grip." He was taking his porridge one morning, with an English paper lying beside his plate, when he suddenly started, and seemed all at once very much absorbed in what he was reading. A few minutes afterwards, when Fay was stooping over her boy, who lay on the carpet beaido her, sprawling in the sunshine, he raised his eyes, and looked at her keenly from ander his bent brows ; but he said nothing, and shortly afterwards went off to his study ; and when he wag alone, he spread out the paiwr before him, and again studied it intently. A paragraph in the second colamn bad attracted his attention â€" ' A reward of two" hundred pounds is offered to any person who can give such information of Lady Uedmond and her child as may lead to them being restored to their friends. .\11 communications to be forwarded to Messrs. Green and Kichard- aon, Lincoln's Inn." -Vnd just above â€" " Fay, your husband entreats you to return to your home, or at least relieve his anxiety with respect to you and the child. Only come back, and all will be well. HuoH." " .\nd Hugh is the baby's name. Aye, my lady, I think I have the grip of you at last." muttered Fergos, as he drew the ink. stand nearer to him. The next morning Messra. Green and l<i(;hardson received a letter marked " private, " in which the writer begged to be furnished without delay with full par. tic'ulars of the ap|>earance of the missing Laily liedmond, and her age and the age of the child ; and the letter was t-igned. " Fergus Duncan, the Manse, liowan- Gl«n." CHAPTKUXLI. nNDCB Till: KOWANH. !^fv Wife, inv llfti. o we will walk ilifaworlrl, Voktil 111 Mil extTciar u1 noble 1 11(1, Ati'l HO ihru' thxr-e rlnrk ijateN aerofiB tlie wild TliJLt III. hiatl i-iiowh liitlued I love thee: uoine, ija>' ttty sweet batidH in mine aiid trutit to me kept long in suspense ; 1 by return of [xist. I'ergus was not ki-n his hitler was answered Messrs. Green .1 Hu'liardson had been evi dently struck with the concise, business, like note they had received, and they took great pains in furnishing him with full partii iilars, and begged that, if he liail any special intelligenco to impart, he would writedirect to their client, Kir Hugh Keitinund, Uedmond Hal), Singleton. Alter 'stuilving this letter with nio.st careful attention, Fergus came to the conclusion that it would l>e as well to write to Kir Hugh Uedmond. He was very care- ful to post this letter himself, and, though he confided in no one, thinking a secret is seldom safe with a woman, he could nut hide from Lilian and Aunt Jeanie tliitt he was "a bit fashed" about some- thing. •• lor it is not like our Fergus," observed the old lady tonderly, " to be htalking about the rooms and passages like a sair-hearted ghost." Sir Hugh was Bitting over his solitary breakfast, with Pierre beside him, when, in listlessly turning over his pile of letters, the Scoti.li poatniark on one arrested his atten- tion, and he opened it with some eagerness. It was headed, " The Manse, Kowaii-Glen, " anil was evidently written by a stranger; yes. he had never heard the name Fergus Duncan. " Dear Kir," it commenced, " two or three days ago I saw your advertisement in the StiiiiiUird, and wrote at once to your soli(^itors, Messrs. Green & Hichardson, begging them to furnish mewitli theiiecess. ary particulars fur identifying the (lerson of Lady Uedmond. The answer 1 received from them yesterday has decided me to act on their advice, and correspond personally with yourself. My aunt. Mrs. Duncan, has had a young married lady and her child staying with her all the winter. She calls herself Mrs. Kt. Clair, though I may as vyell tell you that she has owned to me that this is only her husband's second name " â€" here Hugh started, and a sadden flush crossed his face. " She arrived i|aite unexpectedly last September. She had been at the Manse as a child, with her fatlier. Colonel Mor daunt;" here Hugh drop^ied the letter and hid his face in his hands. " My Ood, I have not deserved this goodness," rose to his lips; and then he hastily finished the sentence, " and she begged my. aunt to shelter her and the ohila, as she had been obliged to leave her haaband ; and as she appeared very ill and unhappy, my aunt could not do otherwise. "The particulars I have gleaned from Messrs. Green ik Kichardson's letter have certainly led me to the oonulUsiou that Mrs. St. Clair is really Lady Redmond. Mrs. St. Clair is certainly not nineteen, and her baby is eleven months old ; she is yety small ia person- indeed, in stature almost a child; and every item in the lawyers' home, and only appears agitated when questions ate pot to her. Her fixed idea seems to ba that her hnsband does not want har. Her health has sufiRsred much from reaselcsa frstting, but she is better now, and the child thrives in oar mountain airi " As the sight of your handwriting would only excite Mrs. 6t. Clair's sokpicions, it would be as well to put your answer under cover, or telegraph your reply. 1 need not tell you that you will be welcome at the Manse, if you should think it well to come taiiowan-Glen.â€" I remain, dear air, yours faithfully. Feboos Donca.n." A few hours later a telegram reached the Manse. " T am on mv way : shall be at the Manse to-morrow afternoon. No doubt of iden- tity ; anmarried name Mordaant. â€" H. Redmond." " Aunt Jeanie mnst be taken into conn- sel now," was Fergus' first thought as he read the telegram ; his second was, " better sleep on it first ; women are dreadful hands at keeping a secret. She would be fondling her with tears in her dear old eyes all the evening, and Mrs. St. Clair is none so innocent, in spite of Jean and Lilian calling her a woman-angel. Ay, but she is a bonnie lassie though, and brave- hearted as well," and the young minister's eyes grew misty as he shut himself up in the study to keep himself safe from the temptation of telling Aunt Jeanie. 'He had a sore wrestle for it though ; but he prided himself on bis wisdom ; when, after breakfast the next morning, he led the old lady into the study, and, after bid- ding her prepare for a shock, informed her that Mrs. Ht. Clair's husband. Sir Hagh Redmond, would be down that very after- noon. He might well call Aunt Jeanie soft, to see her white carls shake tremulously, and the tears running down her faded cheeks. " Kh, my lad â€" eh, Fergus," ahe sobbed, " Mrs. St. Clair's hasbandâ€" the father of her bairn. Oh, whatever will Jean say ? she will be running away and hiding them bothâ€" she cannot bide the thoagbt of that man." " .\ant Jeanie," broke in Fergus in his most masterly voice, " I hope you will not be BO foolish as to tell Jean ; remember I have trusted this to yoa because I know you are wise and aenaible, and will help me. We have made ourselves responsible for this poor child, and shall have to account to Sir Hugh if we let her give us the slip. I have said all along that no doubt there were faults on both sides, only you women will take each other's parts. Now, I am off to the farm to see Lilian. Just tell Jean that I am expecting a friend, and that she had better choose a fine plump pair of chicks for supper ; she will be for guessing it is Lothian or Dan Amblebv, or one of the old lot, and ahe will be so busy with her soones and pasties that one will hardly venture to cross the kitchen." And then, begging her to be careful that Mrs. St. Clair might not guess anything from her manner, Fergus strcKle off to the farm to share his triumph and perplexities with Lilian. It was well for Aant Jeanie that Fay was extremely busy that day, finishing a frock for her baby ; so she sat in her own room all the morning at the window overlooking the orchard, and baby Hugh, as usual, crawled at her tout. He was a beautiful boy now, with the fresh, fair complexion of the Redmonds, with rongli golden curls runiiing over his head, and large, Bolemn grey eyes. Fay had taught him to say "dada," and would walking ap the steep little path, and cast- ing anuouB glances at the windows. Mrs. Ooncan saw him too. iTo ba continDed.t MuBlcal and Uramatla Notes. F'aure, the baritone, is going to Vienna to sing in opera and concerts. Anton Rubinstein has endeavored to foso the operatic and oratorio styles in a new work entitled " Moses." Cowen, the composer, has taken the place of Sir Arthur Sullivan as conductor of the London Philharmonic concerts. A posthumous opera of Flotow's, entitled " The Musician," has been applied, with fair success, to the patient people of Han- over. Rev. Dr. Warren claims that if there were no women on the stage no men would go to the theatre. How does he account for the time-honored popularity of minstrel shows ? Mme. Patti serds word to her American friends that ahe loves them all and longs to return to them â€" "they are soenthasiaatic." This is the first anthoritative announce- ment that Patti contemplated another fare- well tour in this country. In order to try the extent to ybich a tragic actress is moved by the whirl of stage paseion, Sarah Beruhardt's pulse was cnce tested at the wings immediately after a scene of great intensity. It ticked as regularly and normally as an eight-day clock. Wilson Barrett proposes to revive the Princess successes from " Lights of Lon- don " and "Romany Rye" onward. In the same way Graoe Hawthorne talks of reviving all of Boucicault's dramas on a scale of magnificence not yet attempted here. It is reported that Boucicault him- self will appear in well known characters. Mr. Joseph Murphy, the comedian, is about to take a long rest from the stage, and will travel in Europe and otherwise court leisure for a year at the close of this season. During fifteen years of continued work the actor has accumulated a large fortune, one of the largest among men of bis profession, and now he will rest awhile, content with both fame and fortime. Patti is going on a South American tour in the spring. She says the birth of child- ren has spoiled Gerster's voice, as it will any woman's. Patti haa no children. " Mme. NilsBOu's voice is as good as ever," added Patti. " only she prefers not to sing. Then I hear that Mile. Arnoldson, who is young and pretty, has a remarkably sweet joice ; but what is this I hear about her engagement to Robert Strakosch ? Is it true ?" " I think not," the correspondent replied ; " I heard M. Strakosch himself deny it to-day." Little Josef Hofmann a few months ago was asked by an English lady of high de- gree to spend a week at her country seat. He was too well bred and too knowing to decline the invitation. To his father, how- ever, he whispered : " I don't want to go, and I won't go !" " Why not?" asked his father, not a little dismayed. " Why ?" Because there are too many ladies in those English places. And they cut off my hair and they ask me to write in their albama all day long, and â€" they kiss me and hug me from morning till night â€" and I don't like it, there ! " Just you wait ten years, little Master Josef, and then . A Steamboat Race uu the raciflo. F'roni a gentleman vyho arrived here yes terday we lean the particulars of a great steamboat race which took place on Mon- day between the sidewheel steamer Yose- cover him with passionate kisses when thu | nuts, late pride of the Sacramento Kiver, baby lips fashiontsl the words. " Yes, my and the (.'anadiun Pacific Navigation Com- ittle hoy shall go home to his father some day, when he can run about and speak (juito plain," she would tell him ; and at the thought of that ilay, when sliu should give him up to Hugh, stie would bury her face ill the fat creasy neck, and wet it with her tears. How would she ever live withoHt her child '" she thought ; but she knew, for all that that ahe would give him up. When Fergus relumed to luncheon, he found Aunt Jeanie had worked herself almost into a fever â€" her pretty old face was flushed and tremulous, her eyes were dim whi'ii Fay came into the room carry- ing her hoy. " He Is far too heavy tor you, Mrs. St. Clair," exclaimed Fergus, hastening to relievo her. " 1 know mother's arms are generally strong, but still this big fellow is no light weight. What are you going to do with yourself this afternoon ? Aunt Jeanie always takes a nap in Uncle Don- ald's room, but I suppose you have not come to the age of napping." " No," returned Fay with a smile ; " but Jean has finished her preparation for the strange gentleman, and she wants to take baby <town to Logill ; Mrs. Mackay has promised her some eggs. It will do the hoy good, will it not, Mrs. Duncan?" turn- ing to the old lady ; " and us I have been working all the morning, and it is such a lovelv afternoon, I think I will go down to the falls." " That is an excellent idea,' returned FerguB with alacrity before his aunt could answer. He had to put down the carver to rub his hands, he was so pleased with the way things were turning outâ€" Mrs. pan) s new steamer Premier. Ever since the latter arrived from Han Francisco there has been a great rivalry between the cap- tains of the two bouts as to which is the faster. About ft week ago lliey had a little bru/ih for about ten niiiua, when it was claimed that the Yosemito guiiied on the propeller, ami a great deal uf talk was made about it at \ ictona ami elsewhere. Last Monday the Vosemitecamedo.vnuut of the Eraser Uiver into the Gulf, and rounded the buoy about half a mile ahead of the Premier. Both boats were on the alert, expecting; to meet at that point and it is needless to say were all ready for a big race. As soon as the Premier sighted the sidewheeler she gave chase and for a time it seemed as thoiii^h she would be unable to overtake her rival, but as steam came up to the full amount allowed by law and her Bcrew began to turn over at the rate of 124 revolutions per minute she commenced to come up on the Yosemite and passed her. Aa she came along the sidewheeler was making 24 turns per minute and fairly flying through the water. The new boat proved too long- winde<l for her rival, and in the fourteen -mile raco across the gulf led the sidewheeler fully two miles. It is stated that the Premier developed a speed of over sixteen miles per hour during the race. Considerable money changed hands on the result.â€" i'ea«(e Pottlntelligcncvr of Dec. 7th. ChrlKtiiiiui Aiuuug the Esquimaux. F'or the benefit of such of our readers as have never spent a winter in Labrador, Alaska or other countries of the far North, we will relate sonie interesting facts illustrative of their manner of keeping Hi. Clair," answered j letter is fully corroborated. Fergus, uipveU to admiration by this frank 1 "We have not been able , â- â€¢â€¢VI - â-  â€" - *° 8''" *"y when her lover came to the famri, and then, ness and show of spirit ;" believe me, it is information from Mrs. St. Clair herself ; when he coaxed her, she burst into a flood through no feeling of idle curiosity I put ahe declines to explain why she has left her bearded St. Clair safely at the falls, where they knew exactly where to find her ; Christmas, Jean, with the boy and her basket '^^^ winter reaidenoea of the Kaquimaox of eggs comfortably occupied all the after *"â- * uiade of blocks of S(jlid snow with thin noon, and Aunt Jeanie obliged to stay with sheets of ice for windows. Thus the glazier Uncle Donald. Why, he would have the '" "'*' eountry oarriea his materials for coast clear and no mistake. Sir Hugh patching up windows in an ice waggon. would have no difficulty in making his ex- ! Ktquimaux children hang up their aaal- planations with the Mauae parlor empty of ''*'" »o^^* on Christmas Eve. They, like Its womankind | our own little folks, appreciate a pair of He had received a second telegram, and "''a'es or a sled, but in place of candy they knew that the expected visitor might be '""K '"^ blubber. When a young Esquimau looked for in an hour's lime ; but it was wakes up in the morning and finds his long before that that he saw Jean with the "'oeking full of blabber he is happy. If he boy on one arm, and the basket on she , ''*^f"'?â€" well, he blubbers all the same, other, strike out bravely down the Innery ) Their Christmas dinner is a rare feast road, from whicl^aoross lano led in the 'or them. It consists of a chunk of raw direction of the village where the aocom- I whale with a sauce of rose-colored hairoil, rhodating Mrs. Mackay lived. | washed down with a flagon of seal's blocd. A fewminuteslater Mrs. St. Clairpassed Tallow candles with dip are served aa the parlor window. It was a lovely May <le8S«rt. , ; j day, and she wore a dainty spring dreas- I ; T^ â€" ~"*^ " ' ' ' a creamy ailk fabricâ€" and a little brown ' Daniel P. Pike, whoae death hai velvet hat, which particularly anited her | '*'"'> ''<-''â- " announced at Newbucyport, As she saw Fergus, she looked up and '^***' '" credited with preaching 5,000 smiled, and then called Nero to order aa he '*"^'*'^ marrying more than 9,000 persons, 8cam()ered amongst the flower beds .conducting more than '2,000 funerals, and " Ay, my lady, I have mv grip of you ' *"'P'"'"*' (**y immersion)' nearly 1,100 now," he ebserved, with a gleam in his \ "^"^erts. eyes, aa he turned away. | According to Sir John Lubbock, the Abont twenty minutes later be heard negroes knew nothing of the jkrt of the click of the gate, and saw a tall, fair- k'Huing until it was taught them by Can- man, in a tweed travelling suit, oaaians. I