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~- (K By CHILXSTIAS Ruin, 1.. CHAPTER xi. ” if = A wounded shoulder might not, perhaps. , be thought a good preparation for a period I of perfect enjoyment, but to the end of his ; days l)erwcnt will never have any doubt , that it proved so to him. Never will he fail I to look back on the fortnight at Miraflores g that followed his recovery, as the one en-1 chanted hour of his life,â€"that one lingering , within the magic portals of fairy-land which , almost all men or women know at some point on the journey of life. Generally it is not for long that any one lingers Within 3 those gates, and when once they are closed upon him who issues forth, he may wander , far and wide without ever finding his way [ thither again. But while he is there, every- thing else that the world holds is forgotten, y â€"â€"somctimcs even faith and duty,â€"-and if ' there are any drawbacks to enjoyment, any : pinpricks in the spell of enchantment, he has - no recollection of them afterwards. Derwcnt in especial would have been quite I positive that there was nothing of thekind l for him in those magic days,~â€"days of literal I as well as metaphorical sunshine and flowers. “'hencver he recalled them, he would see the deep sapphire sky looking down, he would hear the musical plain of fountains; and inhale the fragrance of opening blos- ‘ soms : pictures would rise before his eyes, 1 now of cool, shadowy rooms with sliimng' floors and arabesqued walls, now of the' courts with their pillared arches and the Oriental-looking servants who glided back and forth, of the shadowy vistas of the gar- dens, of the rich splendor of the chapel, and amid all these varied scenes one central fig- ure always visible,-â€"-a graceful, gracious fig- ure, with noble, princesslike ways, and a hand ever open to help and to give. For this may be said for him, that if, des- pite his valiant resolutions, he was soon hopelessly in love with l)ena Zarifa, it was less with the cnchautment of her beauty“ though this grew upon him day by day, as only real beauty doesâ€"than with the dcep- : er charm of character which was revealed to I him in her life, like the open page of a book full of noble thoughts and poetic words. ____-â€"â€"â€"._.___..______ A CAST FOR FORTUNE. Lirrixcor‘r‘s Mxosuxs.” went wondered idly what they might con- tain, he heard a step, and, turning, found Dona Zarifa by his side. “ Have you come," he said, " to gratify my curi0sity “Z I have just been wondering what those bags contain that luau has placed so carefullv over his saddle." “ I hope you will not be sorry to hear that they contain our lunch,” she answer- ed. " We are going this morning to a ranch on the lake; and since the distance is considerable, and my father has busi- ness there, we cannot return until the middle of the afternoon. Therefore I l thought it well to provide against the pangs of hunger; for, though papa and myself could take some tortillas and milk at the house of the ranchero, you know that you do not like tortillas. ” “ No,” he answered, with a slight grim-ace, “ I confess‘that I do not. It is the only Mexican thing I don’t like.” “ Then you shall not- be them,” she said, smiling. forced to eat “\Ve will take our lunch in a pretty place on the border of feet. the lake. But papa. lingers. inc up, Mr. Derwent, and we will ride slow- ly forward.” It was not often that Dcrwent had this privilege, for Don Maurizio generally lifted his daughter into the saddle as lightly as if she had been an infant, It was an unexpect- ed pleasure. therefore, to hold out his hand, to have the slender, arched foot placed with~ in it, to aid her practised spring into the saddle, and then to arrange her stirrup and habit. As, having done this, he glanced up render, he caught the gleam of something like the handle of a pistol among the scant folds of her dress at the side of her short basque. “ What l” he said, involuntarily, “do Mexican ladies carry arms also?” She. laughed, as she drew out from a poc- I ket at her waist the smallest and dainticst .weapon he thought he had ever secn,â€"a l silverâ€"mounted pistol which lay in his hand like a toy, but which, he saw at once, was capable of doing deadly work. “It is very beautiful,” he said. “But He had never imagined anything at once so simple and so elevated as this character ap- pcared. world seemed hardly to have breathed upon it, and the lowering standards of the world had no place in a mind which had been trained in the highest school of thought and feeling. Indeed, somewhat to his surprise, he found the whole atmosphere of the house " unworldly in the extreme. It was evident that to Don Maurizio his great wealth was chiefly valuable for the power it gave him of doing much good,-â€"how much, it was only through chance references of Padre Francisco that Dcrwent learned: while Dona Zarifa seemed to give no thought whatever to her brilliant social position, with regard to the opportunities which it‘ offered for pleasure aml adulation. The pride, almost verging on Iain/cur, which had struck him as expressed by her face when he saw it first, was, he found, not that ignoble pride which is allied to unity, but the high- l or pride that, dwelling in elevated regions; of sentiment, can stoop to nothing lowering or even frivolous. And yet how simple and charming she was ! Trained chiefly by her father, and ac- customed, therefore, to more liberty than falls to the lot of most Spanish-bred girls, she was frankly and entirely at ease with one whom she regarded as a. stranger with a special claim upon their kindness from the I fact of his having come to harm at their gates. It was a kindness that not even a man of duller perception than l)erwcnt- could for a. moment have misunderstood. And he had no desire to misunderstand it. “I am a fool," he confessed to himself, ruc- fully, when the conviction of how it was with him dawned fully upon hiln, “but no one save myself shall know of my folly. I will simply enjoy this ideal life as long as I may, and when I go I will at least have the memory of one perfect Woman to carry with l me through life. A man should be grateful to have known such a creature, even though The contaminating influence of the ‘ .may I ask why you carry it? If there is any danger, surely Don, Maurizio and Juan are sufficiently armed to protect you, l â€"â€"not to speak of myself.” ‘ “There is no danger,” she answered, a little haughtily. “How could there be on our own hacienda“! If papa puts on his pistol when he rides out, it is more from habit- than anything else; for there have been times in Mexico when it was not safe to be without arms. But when I wear a lllritll it is only for amusement. I am very fond. of shooting, and I have not tried my hand lafclv. I thought that there might be an opportunity to do so to-day.” “ n c will make an opportunity bysetting up a target on the lake,” he said, as he re turned the pistol and mounted his own horse, as Don Maurizio came out, and, with an apology for delay, swung himself on his powerful chestnut. Thcir place of destination was, it appear- . ed. sixteen miles distaiit,â€"-a short ride over the level plain for horses fresh and spirited as theirs. It was a part of the hacienda which l)erwcnt had never visited before, and when they drew near the lake they found themselves in a more broken country, since one side of the beautiful sheet of wdter was enclosed by forest-clad hills rising abruptly from its edge. There is nothing more charming than these lakes which are scattered over a wide region of the plateau of Mexico. llue as Como or Maggiore, only their own great elc 'ation prevents their being surround- ed by mountain-scenery as grand. If the heights that enclose them are not rela- tively as imposing as the Alps, they are none the 1055 noble and majestic in out- line, and absolutely enchanting in color. So it was with this lake on the beach of which :the party from Miraflores presently drew rein. They were at. its head, and so coni- manded a magnificent view of the shimmer- ing azure water spreading for miles, bordered he can only worship her from afar.” Meanwhile, with a happy faculty ofliving , in the present and forgetting all possibilities 1 or ccrtainfies of pain that the future might bring. he enjoyed her presence and the sun- , shine of kindness which every onc at Mira- l ilorcs showered upon him. \thn he grew stronger, llon Maurizio placed a horse at his disposal. and then his dream of riding with Dona Xarifa found such realization as: not many of our dreams do, It was true; that they did not ride alonc. l)on Maurizio; always accompanied thcm,â€"-or, to speak morc correctly, they accompanied him,~~to- gcfhcr with a mom, or groom. llut there. was nothing in this companionship to de- trac'. from l)erwcnt‘s enjoyment. More and mnrc cvcryday he liked aml admired hisgen- i ial host : and while listeningr to hisgraphic ac- counts of the country and its people, hecould look at llona Zarifa. as she sat crcct ant ‘ square in her saddle. hcr habit correctcnough ~ for Hyde Park, but wearing a broad. som- brero-like but to shield hcr face from the rays of fhc. tropical sun. Never. be thought, did shc look so beautiful as on these rides, when, after a long, strctchirg gallop across the m-m. she would turn and say, with a laugh like a child. “ “'as not that delightful?” while a pomegranate flush came into her check. and licr eyes shone like darkldiamonds under their silken lashes. Thcn there were times when Don Mauri- , zio \vould leave thcm, when he \vould bid; them ride on while he paused with a groupI of labor-cm in the vast fields, or stopped to; discuss the condition of his colts with their, tall, dark-bmwvd trainer: although whan it was a question of anything so fascinating as the horses ncithcr llona Zai‘ifa nor llcr I went was always willing to be dismissch Miles of pasturc on the green hill-slopes ofé Miraflorcs werc devoted to the stock which ' was its owner's chicf pride, and nothing infcrcsfcd him mow than improvim.r the breed of his horscs. l)erwcnt, with the passionate fondness for horses which “‘35: part of his “IO-lull: training. soon knew thc beautiful. gentle creatures as well as Don Maurizio himself. The races were, therefore, full of interest as well as pleasure : and a part of every day was spent in the suidle. One morning. as they were about tosfart, and while llcrwcnt loitcrcd under the arcade waiting for his cmnpanions, be ob- scrvcd that thc xiv-m la-cught out two large lugs. of the kind made throughout the country, ofa grasslike fibre. and hung them over the high pummel of his saddle. They were evidently well filled. and while Der» 1 with the haze of distance over them, were v draped in robes of softest blue and purple, ‘ the rcst of our journey by water,” said Don lmorc or less of the ‘Arabiau Nights,” ob- ou one side by abrupt green heights that, while on the other side of the liquid expanse the great plain stretched to meet the hori- Z0“. “ This is the most beautiful picture that I have ever seen in Mexico," said l)erwcnt, as they paused to admire it. “ \Vhat a paradise of color 1" “ You will be glad to hear that we make Maurizio. “ llcre is our boat.” A large, well-built row-boat, manned by four Indian oarsmcn, swept around a head- land as he spoke, and came toward them. “Everything at Mirailores reminds one served l)erwcnt, “but really this suggests positive cimliiiiitiiicfit. “'e ride up to the shore of a wild and lonely lake, not a human being is in s ht, and you do not even clap your hands: ' a signal of arrival, yet here comes a boat, ready to convcv vou where you will." » l I “It looks mysterious. I admit," said Don Maurizio, with a laugh, "but a message sent yesterday is the cause of the boat being ready, while our approach was not so un- obscrvcd as you thought. The boom of the man who looks after the boat is near by, and we will leave our horses here." ' Thcy dismounted, and Juan led the horses away, while the boat was brought up to a mcky point, from which they could step in- to it. Clean and well painted, with crimson- cushioncd 5‘ 'its. the little craft lay lightly on the water as Dona Zarifa, with a. smiling salutation to the men, took her scdtaf the rudder. “I like to steer," she said, in answer to l)erwcnt’s glance, as she gathered the cords into her slender hands. There was a moment's pause, Juan came runniuglightly ovcrfhc is wks. the lnnchcon~ bags wcrc safely shipped. and then they 3 glided out over thc shining wafer. It was a day, a scene. an hour. of which 'to dream! llcrwent was absolutciy silent, bus he sat drinking it all in. steeping his isliirit, as it wcrc, in the golden charm which he knew would be so flex-ting. ~l‘lvcry clcun-ut of the bcautiful ‘cture ,addcd to his enjoyment: while, of his ‘zlancc wander .is it would user exquisite height; and broad stvctrltés of gleaming lwatcr, '3'. coz'..~f.vi’.ly 7 “tic-l to v'Wcll on LZarifa. as sin: banned bici; on the low seat, 'with the steering-conls in her hands, and {her wide but shading her face.~-the “ tressy jforehead,” with its deliCatc teudrils of dark to see if there was no other service he could I Miraflores,” ‘ incâ€"well, I suppose that lhair, soft and silky as floss, the dusky splendor of her eyes, with their golden lights, , set under perfect brows, the fine straight nose with its arched nostrils. and the curv- ing lips, forming. in Solomon‘s words, “ a thi‘ead of scarlet " on the creamy softness of her skin. They rowed three or four miles down the lake, keeping sometimes near enou 'h shore to be almost within the show of t ie hills, and at last entered a lovely miniature bay, where an opening in the heights gave a glimpse of cultivated fields am the group of buildings belonging to a ranch. Here they disembarked, and. while Don Maurizio went to transact his business with the ranchtro, Derwent found a shady nook, arranged the boat-cushions in a seat for Zarifa, and placed himself at her feet, while Juan kindled a fire at a little distance, where he proceeded to make coffee, to warm chicken (by hold- ing it on a pointed stick to the fire), and to toast bread in a very deft manner. “And what do you think of our lake, Senor Derwent 1’" asked Zarifa at last ;for the spell of silence seemed still to hang over Derwent. He roused himself with a start at the sound of her voice. “I think,” he replied, “that it is like everything else at Miratlores,â€"-â€"simply per- l)o not laugh : do not believe thatI You may put am speaking in exagcerated compliment. I , 3 mean just what Isay. \Vhether the place is enchanted or whether I am, I don’t know, but- certainly there seems to me no flaw or blemish anywhere. I have never before known anything half so charming, and it makes me almost sadtofeelthat Iljmustsoongo back to the commonplace ,world, where all this"â€"he made a comprehensive sweep of the handâ€"“will seem as distant and un- real as a vision in sleep.” “I am glad that you think so well of she said, smiling. “As for go- v after a while you will have duties to call you away. But you can surely return again! Our gates are al- ways open to our friends.” “It is good of vou to include me in that class,” he said, finshnig a little. “I feel it deeply : for what do you know of me? I may he the mercst adventurer, a man un- worthy of your notice or acqnantance, for aught you can tell. “'hy, your father has not even once asked iue who I am, since I have been in his house! Such hospitality is fairly A 'abian.” “Oh, no,” she said, “it is only Mexican. And why should he ask you such a question? In the first place, you were in need of help: that was reason enough for opening his doors to you. And in the second place , do you think that he does not know a gentleman when he sees him ‘3 My father has not always lived at Miraflores, senor.” ' “ Your father is the truest and the finest gentleman I have ever seen,” said Derwcnt, quickly. “ I think that with one glance he could judge a man. But such is his courtesy that if the judgment were unfavorable the subject of it would never be made aware that it was so.” “Not without need; but with need no man can be more frank than my father.” “ I am sure of that, too. And frankness is a virtue I so much admire that I can do no less than practise it. Don Maurizio has asked me nothing, as I said: but I hope that he will feel interest enough to listen to an account of how and why I chance to be in Mexico.” “Iain certain that he will listen with interest to whatever you care to tell him,” said Zarifa; “but you must not suppose that- there is any need for you to explain. Did you not say,â€"â€"or imply,â€"when speak- ing to Padre F ‘ancisco and myself, that there was something in the nature of an affair of honor in what brought you here? In that case, no one would even wish you to speak of it.” » “I said that I desired to make meney, and make it quickly, in order to pay a debt of honor,” heanswered. “But I must notlcave you under a mistaken inmression. It is a debt of honor inasmuch as honor is deeply involved in it, but- it is also a debt that will ruin my mother and myself if we must make it good out of our fortune. So that I have to consider the happiness of one parent, and the honor of " He paused abruptly. Had he spoken the two words treinbl ing on his lips '2 He hardly knew. He only knew that he met a look of what seemed to him divine sympa- thy and comprehension in the eyes that rested on his own for an instant and then gazed away over the broad, dazzling surface of the lake. “I sce,~â€"-I understand,” said the soft voice, very quietly. “There is a double necessity.â€"to save both fortune and honor. \Vcll, senor, I hope that Mexico. may give you the means to do both. And it may be well that you should speak openly to my father of your wishes. He may be able to direct your attention to something as good as the Bucna l'lsperanza.“ “I could neither ask nor expect that,” said l)erwcnt, quickly. “It would seem like speculating on his kindness." The dark eyes met his now with a glance of reproach. “Do you know a greater pleasure than that of helping auot‘icr over some obstacle or trouble-‘1" she asked. “Can any one know a greater plcasure‘.’ \Vliy, then, should you wish to deny it to my father? If he can help you, he will. am sure of that.” . member what a strong instinct, approaching to an inspiration, ,led me to Mexico. It seemed a wild thing. Iliad no knowledge of the country, I did not understand the language, I had not a friend among the peo- ple. But something bade me come: and here I am. It was the El Dorado of all my boy- dreams, this wonderful, misterious land of the Aztec and the Spaniard, and I have found â€"aud, what have I not found in it?" He broke off again abruptly. He felt that this w nld not do: his emotion was passing beyom his control. He seized it suddenly, as it \\ ore, and bade it lie down and be still. Then he added with a smile,â€" “ That docs not sound very much like an answer to your speech. application is this : that in a land of strangers Iliavc found kindnes. friendship, and, it may be. help. Is not myinstinct justified “So i.ir,"she answered, smiling also, “I think you should not have found a bullet in the shoulder. But something more may comerâ€"xi Diofgrifl'r- . as we say.” “You don‘t know The said impulsively. “It is worth a dozen bullets in the shoulder to be. sitting hch now! Everything is so perfect. râ€"lik‘n- your Mexican «byesâ€"it maie; one feel for the first time what it is to live ‘. But there comes Don Maurizio. And by the love. We have forgotten about the tar- get practice. Shall we not try it? Yonder ___________________________â€"_â€"â€"â€"â€"-â€"â€"â€"-___.._ is a water-fowl on the beech. Let me see you knock it over." " No,” she answered, as she drew out her pretty tovdike weapon. “ I have never yet killeda living creature, and I could not bear to do it. There is something terrible in the thought of extinguishing the spark of life,â€"â€"the very breath of God,~-â€"which all the powers of earth cannot restore. But just beyond the bird is ascarlct cactus- blooni. I will strike that." She raised the pistol, and without seeming to aim, fired. The hills gave back the sharp report in multiplied echoes; and “S the startled bird flew away, Derweut sawthe blossom hanging broken. The bullet had cut its stem. “Dona Zarifa is a wonderful shot,~ he said, showing the flower to Don Maurizio when the latter came up. “ I am clad that she was not the person who aimed at me. I am afraid; I should not have got off so easily." “She has an uncrring eye, and a hand that never varies,” her father answered. “ Many a time she has beaten me at target- practice. Her training has been in some respects more that of a boy than a girl. But I am certain that every woman should understand the use of fire-arms.“ “ There can be no doubt of it,“ said l)er- went, as he fastened the crimson cactus-i blossom on his coat. .(ro BE coxrixi'so.) DRE MS AND DREAMERS. Some Singular Things Reported From sluuibcrland. Itisa wellvattested fact that our dreams are sometimes caused by our sensations. It is re- lated of an English soldier that, so suscep- tible was he to audible impressions while asleep, his companions could make him‘ dream what they pleased. They amused them- selves by leading him iii his dreams into some frightful difficulty. and watching his efforts to extricate himself~somctiiuesv iii- ducing him to believe that a shark was in close pursuit of him ; at others, that he was suspended only by a thread from the projec- ting clifi‘s of a fearful pcrcipiee; and again that he had given offence to some personland must fight a duel. Thus, on one occaSion and ennui the ' caused him 0 r ' U ‘ ' ' ' ' ' - ' 1) l‘f_ l {30.thlouoh ll“ “ 1”” 0f incident: every object will possess a secret a ( ue min the prelnnmary arrangements to chum, and me win he “ cumin“ ,1 1-,, “I 1 - . . . I ‘ 13 . the firing of the pistol, which they put into he. ‘ . A GHASTLY firms. florrlble Discovery ofa Hotel Guest. The other morning about three o'clock J. \\'. \Vaggoner. a guest of a Hotel, was a~ iwakened from his slumbeis by something l that Seemed like a to iping at his window. He got up in bed am peered out in the night, and was thrilch with horror to find the white face of a cor )sc. The body was hanging from the window of an adjoining room and the wind swaying,r it about made. the noise as it brought the body over to \\'aggoner‘s window. .\ noitkinm: siun'r The eyes were open and the hands were closed to'vcther. As soon as \Vaggoner could recover rom the great shock he alarmed the household. The body proved to be that of John Smith, an old driller. He had retir- ed for the night and on reaching his room had taken the chain used as a fire escape. Iwrapped it twice around his neck and swung out of the window, where he hung until he was strangled to death. He was a man of powerful build, being six feet four inches in height. )it'imiiuixu .ioux sxii'rif. He has a number of acquaintances in this city who know his history. About thirteen years ago, when the oil excitement was hiin about clarion County, Smith was livinglat Edensburg. A murder was committed: in which Smith was implicated with a man named Bowls and another named Brooks. Bowls tied and Brooks was killed. 'l‘hcu Smith turned States evidence and got clear but he w l.‘ ern that time on known in the oil country as "Murdering John Smith." lTo be called by this name prcycd upon his ‘ mind and led to his suicide. Golden Thoughts for Every Day. )lt)llfl:l_\'.~-Llillc love can perform gl‘cdi actionsM-but it requires great love to pi'cscnt like little children small ofl'crings~â€"mul to devote every moment and task of our lifc to God. A largcness of heart. which thus at- tends to the smallest. details of picty~-â€"to the. l little things in which love most powerfully ; shows itself, which recognizes ( :od habitually A and seeks constant opportunity to pleaselliiii [ will never be oppressed with listlcssncss Every hour will be filled with A ip of sand becomes aheap of jewels.â€" his hands, and the report of which awoke 11ml}, JImvnl-Han. him. There are two matters in respect to which I am sure I shall never be able to cease from dreaming while I live. The one which most disturbs me is that of printing ; and now, for over half a century since I quit that business, I may say, without exaggeration, that hard- ly a month has passed in which I have not dreamed about it. It usually oceurs when I am over-fatigued, or when from other cause I am not feeling well. I should premise that during about eight years of my boy- hood, having coumicneed business before I was 19, I was the publisher, and for six years of the time the editor, of a weekly newspaper. My labor the larger part of this time was not only severe, but I encountered violent opposition from a section of my own political party, which sought by most unfair means to crush me. 'In spite of all this my paper was regularly issued, never once fail- ing to appear on the promised day of publi- cation. Now, what is also singular about this dream is that, although not always the same in its details, it is invariably attended with more or less of trouble and failure. Oftcncr than otherwise my editorialsarc not ready in time; I am behind in getting the types set ; in making up the forms they are thrown into pi, or there is some other vexa- tious thing that comes to disturb inc, aml I do not remember to have succeeded more than once or twice in getting my paper of}: Generally I am so much harassed that I awake, glad-to find it “all a dream.” The other matter relates to my life in the Postoflice Department. These dreams are generally not quite so unpleasant ; but they have likewise pursued me at frequent inter- vals ever since, and in fact before, I left that department. They usually take shape in fear that when absent on leave I had over- staid my time, or that in seine other way I might have fallen short of my whole official duty. Carlyle relates that, when “a very little thing,” anxious to learn, Jane “'clch, who afterwardsbecamc his wife, would sit up half One day she the night- over her lessons. had been greatly perplexed by a problem in Euclid which she could not solve. At last she went to bed ; and in a dream got up and did it and went to bed again. In the mean- time she had no consciousness of her dream ; but on looking at her slate, there was the problem solved. ._â€"__.â€"â€"â€"â€"â€" A Common Delusion. “'hen diarrhwa occurs during the period of dentition it is quite generally attributed to that process; and it is a popular belief that the affection within ccrtain limits is beneficial in teething children, for thcreason that, in consequence of the circulation of the blood, being more active in the bowels. it is less so in the brain, and diseases of the latter are. therefore, not so likely to occur. l There is no good reason for believing that diarrho-a is ever caused by teething: nor can Derwent did not reply fora minute. Then it be accepted as salutary during the period he said, dreamily, “I find it strange to re- of dentition. Believing to the contrary, many mothers have allowed the trouble to run on in their children and so wasted the chances of recovery. A Big Discount. l'Iiseiisteiiiâ€"â€"“ Vyarc you inbleck. Apcy Dinkheimerâ€"“Yakey is det. He plown up mit dynainidc." Eisensfeiiiâ€"â€"“ Ach ! das ist horrible. !" Dinkheimcrâ€"w“ Ycz; bud der must hm. riblcst pard vas det vc only in_-:_r.,v,~._.1-., 1 my“, “infill/“fished Prim”: mt formal“ “Infill”: leti wlli' ~hould We be -i:.:him:. \\'.icnfln'll'|1~‘3 \‘(LS Tuesdayâ€"â€" “'c can not see the way we tread: Our faith is small; \vc fear the nightâ€" The clouds tliat-_(lnrkly hnni,r o‘crbcad: 0 Christ, our Savior. givc us light 1 “‘c blindly walk: when all seems wrong, \thn evil triuiu )hs over right. When truth is weal; and error strong. 0 Christ. our Savior, give us light! “'e know 'l‘hy hand is o’cr us still: 'l‘liaf 'l‘hou will put our fears to flight; \Ve bend submissive to ’l'liy will- 0 Christ, our Savior, give us light! Our hearts are bowed beneath their load; Until our faith is lost in sight, Thou son of Mary-«Son of God ~< 0 Christ. our Savior. give us light! â€"]'I. A. Ii’crll, Jr. \chncsday-~â€"\Vhat elements of power we wield! Truth uninix'cd with error, flashing as (lod's own lightning in its brightness, rcu- sistlcss if properly wieldcd, as that living flame! Oh, what agencies ! The Holy Hliost, standing and pleading with us to so work that He may help us, the very earth coming to the help of the Lord Jesus Christ. And yet I am painfully impressed that we are not wielding thc elements of Christian achicvc< mcnt nearly up to their maximuni.~â€"â€"’I'. zlf. Eddy. Thursday-â€" “'hcn I remember something which 1 had. . But. which is gone and I must do without. I sometimes wondcrhow I can be glad Even in cow-slip time. when hedges sprout ; If mnkc.‘~ me sigh to think on ifmbuf \‘ul My days will not be bcitcrdays. should I forget. \thn I remember something promised me, But which I never had, nor can have now, iccausc, the promiscr we no more see In countries that accord with mortal vow 7â€" \\'hen lremembcr this. I mourn Juli yet My happier days are not the days when l for~ gel. ~â€"./rrul [nun/om. Fridayâ€"e13.) the great question, \\'hat is happiness ‘.‘ Jesus is thc cinbodicd answer -« at once the teacher and the lesson. The question had been asked for ages, and some hundred solutions had been proposed. And in the outset of His ministry the Savior took it up and gave the final answer. \Vh'if is happiness": Happy are the muck. Happy are they who hunger after riglitconsncrs. Happy are the merciful, the pure in hcart. the pcaccmakcrs, the men persecuted for righteousness." In other words, He declach that happiness is goodness. JU/trl I‘ll/’lflf'li. Saturdayâ€"m \Vbo can mi~faki~ great thoughts? They M‘l’l’f‘ upon the mind, arrwf .ind wart-b. And sham: ll ; bow fin: fall 240.11 as if by “'lllll ; lush ovo-r_it like rivers over .‘L'I‘fln ‘d inch quiver in fhcmirrcnf : turn net-old And [nil-.- aml voicylcssz lcnving in the brain A I‘Hv‘klllg and a ringing: glorious but .‘donn-ntary: l.lll'll||‘~‘. might if la~f, And wow the will with heaven. seal. m wifh a ~â€"-.’.’rt5~j. 'Tis Time We Two Were Mayinz. Uh. let uâ€" LIMI‘.-.\l1|_\'lli'.21 i.- frc-h and grow-n. And wliispcrink’ loaves arc saying; “We are losintgmll by dayinz. r-lips in )I:I\\‘r(‘ll. ’Tis linn: that “‘l‘ \S‘lfl'l- .‘dnying: that there on: two In fore-d pathways drawing Who can icll what they are «lying, ~ h'lblrf' mulling blue. 'Ti« Kiln" “'1' two wcrl‘ Moving: For ~uinnn-r Ila; ~ arc flying and grim \Vioici‘ THIN!" 3|[l‘vl"|‘. Am! iill'll-llrl' -r~nrn- il"l.’i}‘in:,' _\or Will tarry for our praying: liappy arc the contritvw A hon nature is a happy one. â€"-v The warm south wind i- blowing. and tln- wood thn Mw-v-f the grub. is growmg. and tln- cow- Thc bird- will ~lll’.{llllf~‘.t‘1'rll‘l‘ when flu-y know And L'ilell'alllll‘ -:iil the le-Icr through flu) w.â€".,{.m.“' .-'~.r‘-lir-« I « «wars in....»L«. as, mch . vive per slicnt of der remains." Yet the point of on Busmesg Benn l place-in" My dear “1003. you are looking: ht; are full of gram-l vigorous-«so charmer-fig ! S _‘ you do .n if" m "U ,‘ “134mg “0" "Clâ€""l ""1"an 1“ want”? . ‘ . “'hcn hawthorn bough- an: filling with «cut; American IIc:r-:-ssâ€"â€"â€"“ ho, Prince. THH - udor- mid and grove. And blinhrs arc bvtrnyinx ~- \Vimt the lip~ darc not in saying: â€" And tvm :xounglu-arbare thrillingfoflm m, ' in: touch of love! is mv fifth season in Europe. I am no'. ln-f‘c for my health this time.‘ She Thought He Needed It. “ What was the trouide between you and Hmv -h:«ll in,- go a-Mayinu. “'hcn Winirr wintl- arc blowing. and thv «)120 are no moi-r fair! “'itl: love: form. r." -:::', ing, M'r nliull alt-.1154 go a . laying. And fin“. -'v'u."". flu-vet" growing e'cn when field» are bleak and bare. your beau. Mamie? "Oh i he was altogether too cold manner." “ I see. in his And you fired him." ZlTlflLLt Counts. _._.. ‘7. ___. ...___..__7.._. 'A ll 1.