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s’ . LOVED AND NOT LUVD. W CHAPTER III. “ susnar woasnrr. " Rail arranged itself, for a wonder, easily enough, and on Sunday morning May and her father caught themselves listening more to the or than to the singing, thongh the \Yoodshot choir did its best to impress the new-comer. Matthew himself was out of sight from Miss James‘s pew, though he was full in view of Miss Ball’s, who eyed him through her glass from time to time. The back of his head, which of course was all she could see, fully bore out her Churnborough friend’s description: it Was neatly set on his shoulders, and the hair was dark and thick and smooth. “ Nothing unpleasantly foreign about the young man, at all events." thought Paul Ball. She re~ gretted the Lodge joint, but congratulated erself on her undiminished portion of cold rabbit pie, and she had always little Egypt’s company. . It was a red-letter day for “'oodshot, un- appreciative though its ruetics were. Years after. when Matthew de Nismes was a fam- I ous composer, he could remember a sense of the stupidity of both choir and congregation, which best itself into that impassive head of his as he bowed it over the keys â€"â€"not so much to heed his own' music as to lose the Woodshot singing! And Woodshot con- gregation, for its part, retained a vague re- nembrance of having heard something very inc and unusual during that morning and )n the Sundays that followed. May was not musical, but she had played lhe organ enough to know its capabilities, sad it was almost with a feeling of amuse- nent that she heard the difficulties she had never dared to tackle brought into constant playâ€"such alternations of choir, organ ind sWell, such pedal passa es while the bands held the chords. .l‘he organist was masterful; she began to wish that )he had seen him before determining to ask him to luncheonâ€"perhaps he might refuse to come? But her father, who had known Mr. l’asslnore for many years, had said that he would ask him, and she could not now go back from her request ; luncheon, too, had been altered a little. Thercpwas a dish she had helped the cook to make herself. He did not refuse. \Vhen, at the end of the service, he looked up from the keys he was hardly surprised to see Mr. James standing in the organ loft. His playing enerally brought somebody there; if he had wondered at all, he would only have Wondered that it was not (musically speak- ing) somebody more intelligent than Mr. James. But he did not wonder much when .he had been playing; he was always then built in by a sort of wallâ€"part sound, pirt strenuous endeavorâ€"for many minutes. Young Matthewlas he stared at Mr. James with half-opened lips and wide-opened but unspcculative eyes, that trim gentleman in his Sunday suit, fresh from his Sunday tonic, thought he looked rather wild and silly, and wondered if he ought to speak to him in French or in a. chanting tone. But Mr. James had set himself a task, and whenever he had set himself a task he accomplished it (provided it was nothing that troubled or hurt him), for the sake of his own rest at nights. He accomplished Matthew’s i vitation and Matthew accepted it, as i he had never had a choice about it. He would have accepted an invitation from the squire or the village grocer quite as read- ily: he was really thinking that he would like to stay in Woodshot for some hours of the afternoon and get this fine organ all to himself in a church emptied of coughs and pattering feet. ‘He was aware of some vast fabric in his brain he might npbuild in music. He was still thinking this, so far as he could be said to be thinking anything, when Mr. James presented him to his daugh- er May. He lookedpat her with uncon- Ieious pleasure, but his brown eyes, full of dreams, had not become expressive yet. As they walked across the fields to the Lodge, it was May whose gazeâ€"underhér Veilâ€"was earnest. Somehow or other the Idvent of this young man meant much for her. He was older than she had dared to hopeâ€"five-and-tweuty at leastwâ€"and his rarity gave him more than his years. c was tall, too, and he had a hand- lome face, pale, rather distinguished; but he was not to be judged by the Berk- shire or Hampshire srandard. Miss Paul Ball would neither have suspected him of "goin to stand for the county,” or have iubhec him “ Aldershot,” as she dubbed -â€"rightly for the most partâ€"tho few well- ietaip, soldierly-looking men that had. been known to find their way to Woodshot Church on Sundays, and that she had seen it the afternoon service in Farnborough Mausoleum. It all depended, thought May juietly, what was there behind this impas- Iive face? What were the man’s brains North ‘3 But she could not repress a touch of con- tempt at his seeming so henighted after playing the church organ for a few uncon- trolled moments after service. If it was not weakness which he showed, perhaps it was affectation,\vhich was worse. Meantime, :hough silenter than he, she began to feel' like a wave against a rock as the tide rises. i When she wont tip-stairs to take off her‘ hot, she looked at herself carefully in the glass ; she wished to be approved, she was conscious of an effort for some concession, the desire to win. Matthew de Nismcs explained himself a little at luncheon; that is to say, he an- swered all her father's questions, which bc~ tame gradually more deferential. It was unions to hear the change in Mr. James's tone when the curt “ Are you gomg to be long at Passmorc's 2" was responded to by a i languid “ No,” and she could gradually gran that Matthew was only at Churn»; rough for a few weeks. on a sort of inde- pendent \ isit to his English friends, and in i no sense a pupil. "How do 3'0“ “"30 3°“l’3e” the” 7" commonâ€"place topics were exhausted, and! was the next question, which was certainly the very last Mr. James would have asked one of Passmore's boys. He was a dis. cipliharisn. “ I like the English country, said Man; thew ; “ I have a cart and a pony, besides. my piano-a very tolerable l’leyeL What pianos do you care for, M iss J antes t" It wasthe first question he had at to her. and she felt he did so because 3 e had been watching him intently. The convic- tion of this made her fair. honest face flush as she answered, “ Oh ! I know very little about pianos ; carts and ponies are more in my line"«â€"a reply which made her father ugh aodibly, though he would never havel H let her practise if she had been the greatest musical enthusiast in the kingdom, and had rather encouraged her fancy for a pony-cart, because it took her out of his way and kept the house quiet. “ She’s off at last,” he wpnld say, and then, probably, go out him- se f. In her simple fashion May went on study- ing Matthew as the meal progressed; she rather disliked him, be offended her in many infinitesimal waysâ€"he did not eat enough, he did not care, apparently, for what he did eat-did not notice it, and onceâ€"it was during the course she had helped to makeâ€"- finding himself slower than her father had been, he put down his knife and fork ab- sently and let his plate be taken from him. When, just after this, he commented upon the note a bird was singing outside, with a momentary smile which lighted up his hand- some face, she felt sho could have boxed his ears. Food was food; May was far too healthy not to like tainly they talked about it too much at Woodshot. Her father suspected every dainty she contrived; her intimatesâ€"like Miss Paul Ballâ€"besought receipts, apprais- ed, eujoyed. It was all in extreme, but surely there was a middle way betWeen their analysis and this complete disregard. At least, if he was sane and well, he might have eaten his luncheon like a man; she had not tried to poison him. She liked him a thought better when he seemed to enjoy his coffee and cigarette in the gar- den ; she began to feel motherly to yards him, as if she could have said, “ There you see you are all right now! You did want your luncheon, after all”â€"â€"not understand- ing, however, that it was the calming of his nerves by food after the music’s excitation which was making him more adaptable, that he was, in fact, temporarily assimilat- ed to her own stupidityâ€"for the moment less worthy than himself. ’ His was the very first artistic nature with which she had been brought into con- tact during all her life. She could not but perceive how keen his senses were, how easily his nerves were soothed and jarred. When he said to her that the garden Smelt- of all sorts of sweet things, she said “Yes,” and took it for a generalization ; but when he went on to sayâ€"and this while he was sitting with his back to the orchardâ€"“ I can smell heliotrope, honeysuckle, and ripe apples,” she felt that she could no longer attribute his carelessness at luncheon to a. want of discriminating taste. . . “ It is really like a beautiful chord 0 music,” he added, turning to herâ€"only be- cause she was a woman, and women gen- erally understood those. things quicker than menâ€"“ the honeysuckle sharpness, the heliotrope sweetness, and the apple warmth.” She envied him for perceiving all this, but jumped off at a tangent and said :â€" “ Oh I can smell nothing but coffee “â€" â€"-and this did not seem to shock him as she hadlialf meant and half feared that it should. Because he had no affectation, because he was simpleâ€"not less simple than May was, but more highly strungâ€"it struck him as natural that if she smelt coffee above the flower scent she should say so, Why should she pose to be refined when his refinement had been purely natural? “ I always smell the water that vegetables have been boiled in, after luncheon here,” said Mr. James, not to be outdone in deli- cacy of perception. “ “ Anything else ‘2” said May sharply with an aeerbity sheâ€" .rarely used to her father. “ Does any one smell drainage or bad fish?” Then Matthew laughedâ€"laughed heart- ily, so that May laughed too ; laughed good- naturedly, so that even her father smiled, though his smile was more like a grimace. “ Ah, yes, it’s all very well to laugh,” said Mr. James, “ but my health makes me sensitive. I can hear a pig being killed three miles off sometimes.” ~ Matthew, however, was not attending now, he was looking at May (who was a trifle ashamed of her temper), and thinking that she was very quick and bright. She had, in fact, realized in words the impatience which Mr. James had made him feel. The pair unconsciously were acting on each other, for May had expressed herself more sharply than usual, having felt the ugliness of her father's remark, not as it struck her but as it might strike Matthew. There was a sort of sudden little link between them, which made it easier for her to say, “ I am sure Mr. dc Nismes will not mind your go- ing to lie down, papa, as you don’t venture upon coffee." . Matthew bowed and rose from his garden chair. “ I ought to take my leave,” he said. “ Please don’t, said' May, “I always sit here all the afternoon ; I am too in- competent to teach in the Sunday school ; I bribed the boys to learn their texts with apples; they learned them so well ; but when I was forbidden to bribe them, I found I had no didactic ift whatever, so I stay at home.” And llr. James, too, pressed the young man to stay, more be- cause he was sleepy than because he wished to see him again. He did not like to t ink that his going away to rest a bit inculth abnormal-Sunday afternoon 2 good food herself: oer-g moved to \ from the drawing-room window to ask if she i ed him to remain. . fact of his presence, wore delightful to If Matthew was installed at Woodshot, and had brought his Pleyel piano over from Churnborough fora ermaneuce! If she was Ma de Nismes 2 I lie wasgoingtobe there at inner as wellas at luncheon‘.I and at breakfast the next day 1 Not amiss ; she liked his unobtrusive manner : he would not bore her : on the contrary, there was a hint of reserved force about him that inter- ested her. May’s long and independent girl~ hood had made her in some ways unwoman- ly ; she was like a young man in wanting very much to be allowed to find things out for herself, in disliking to be taught or told. The curiosity that he excit- ed, the want of interest he showed â€"these were elements of his charm for her. He sat still, and she had leisure to no~ tice him ; it become as much as she could do not to ask him whether there was a portrait in that locket on his chain, and who had given him the ring he wore on his left hand. If he had been a doll, a plaything, she would have looked mor nearly at the locket and the ring ; and, in- deed, he was little‘more to her as yet; be filled a place upon the lawn, she liked him to be there; after a while, no doubt, she would put him by, as she had dime her other toys, and forget him. The church clock, chiming the half hours across the meadow, chimed four before he go, and thena maid came out should bring some tea into the garden. Ma] went to evening service sometimes, and when she did so altered the hour of her afternoon tea, which she always enjoyed. “Is it really tea time?" said Matthew then, and finally rose to go. May did not rise; she sat looking at him, and was con- scious of a wish that he would relax a little ; she wanted to be sure that the doll could speak something more than stereotyped words. “ Do stay !" she said ; “ tea time is any time here ; we can have tea before you go, and then you can have the hour’s practice you wish for before evening service, if really you are kind enough to play this evening too.” “ I will certainly play,” he anewered ; “ there is a. sort of supper on Sundays at Mr. Passmore’s ; I can get back to Churn- borough in time for that ; I am never tired of playing the organ, and I will play that ‘ Reverie’ of \V'ely’s after the service, that you say you like so much ; but I will not stay for tea ; I do not like tea. will have all VVoodshot coming here, I know.” , “ Nobody but Paul Ball,” said May, with a little smile, forgetting, that . he did not know all the nicknames of the par- ish ; forgetting, indeed, that he was a stranger, and only conscious that she wish- The lines of his dress, And you her. Why should he bother about that stupid organ ‘2” “ But perhaps you would as lief be going because of that ?” she added. “ Paul Ball always comes to tea on Sundays.” “And will like, no doubt, to find you, as usual, alone,” said Matthew, polite but ignorant. May never thought it worth while to dis- cuss what Paul Ball liked or did not like. “ You will be here next Sunday,” she said, “ and I hope you will lunch with us again. AT was wussavasss. England and France and Thelr Cam. pains in Asia and Afr-lea. Grave news has been received at Calcutta from the Lushai country. The rebellious Lushais have made a sudden raid in the rear of the British column, and have attack- ed the tea estate of Boorooncherrs. The manager and his family succeeded in effect- ing their escape, but thirty-eight coolies employed on the estate were killed and sev~ eral others have been carried off by the enemy as prisoners. The revolt is spreading and strong reinforCuments have been sent to aid the troops now operating against the enemy. The trouble grew out of the refusal of the natives to obey certain orders of the British political ofiicer. The Cachar front- ier is now cordoned with British troops. A strong Indian force has been dispatched to act in concert with the Indian-Burmese force on the other side of the Lushai Hills. This is apart of the uprising in upper Burmah, where England has to face not only dacoits, but organized forces of natives. A vast conspiracy, in fact, extends throughout Upper Burmah, and the incursion of the ,Lushais into Assam shows that the rebels are exceedingly during. The Lushais made a raid upon the tea garden of Bonrooncherra only three weeks ago when fifty coolies were killed or wounded and thirteen were carried off by the tribesmen. The uprising extends all through the country to Mandalay, the capital of Burmah, ON THE GUINEA COAST. Advices from Lagos, capital of the British colony of that name on the slave coast of \Vest Africa, report a serious state of affairs there. For thirty years past the trade of Lagos to and from the interior of Africa has been interrupted, and in many instances stopped by the King of Jebu, one of the interior countries of the colony of Lagos. The John tribe hold a very important geographical position, their country- form- ing a frontier along the lagoon giving access to the ports of Lagos. The main roads, form a very large portion of the rich hinter- land of Yoruba, pass through J ebu, and the king levied heavy toll upon all produce passing through this country, and, more- over, compelled the Yorubas to sell to him, thus acting as middleman to the traders of Lagos. It now appears that the J ebus, who are acting in concert with the Egbas, have broken the treaty, and their combined forces threaten to attack Lagos and the British settlement. on the Gold Coast. Trade is completely suspended and there is considerable uneasiness in Lagos. \Vhat with the troubles betwoen France and Dahomey and the now threatened rising against the British, the outlook in Upper Guinea is not very promising. ' The French newspapers demand that the present campaign against Dahomey be directed to effect the complete subjugation of that country, and thus render further action by the French unnecessary. They declare that a campaign that does not effect this end will be worse than useless,'and that in a few years the Dahomeyans will again make trouble for the French, unless the power of their king for mischief is utter- ly broken. King Bellanzin, they say, hav- ing been educated in Paris, knows the re- sources of France, but this fact has not de- You 111‘le not 1001; “P011 it 8'3 an im'iPn-Llon 1 terred him from acting in a most arrogant ‘70 be sPecufdll’ accepted 3 only come 1f you i manner, and indulging in many threats can; and 1‘ you are no“ lunchmg 9153' [against the French. The time has now ‘3) . where come, the papers declare, to break his power She fell? that She might say “5 “Well as . and teach him that French rights must; be this; the young man was no sort of trouble respected. It is judged, by the tone of the to her, and her father did not put himself out for himâ€"that was clear. But such an invitation was not customary from Wood- shot Lodge, and she expected it to be ac- cepted with some Show of pleasure, if not with the effusion that Miss Ball would have shownâ€"effusion, which in her case, would have been accentuated by surprise. Indeed, she recollectcd afterwards that she had not been able to keep her voice wholly without a shade of patronage. “Thank you,” he said naturally, in just Ithc easy tone she had effected; “if no one else invites me, I will certainly trespass here; you have made me so welcome, and made me feel so much at home. I will leave my card in the hall for Mr. James, who hardly knows my name as yet, in case you wish to put me off. ” May did nct answer; she began to feel re- bellious, she wanted him to ask her to go with him to the church, she wanted him to do all sorts of things which it was most im- And she disliked the consciousness that she wanted to impress him. He made a little bow, half shy, half graceful, and held out his hand; she looked at it for a fraction of a. second, still sitting there, and viciously longed to slap itâ€"this, also, she rccollected afterwards. Then her manners came quickly back to her; she stood up in a pretty, girlish way, and shook-hands with him kindly. “I shall be in church this evening,’ she I said, “so it is not good-bye.” She lingered over this leave-taking; she could not have said quite why; she did not want to be alone. “Au revoir, then!” said Matthew, and in that instant went. He had to go through the drawing-room ’ should bring the visit to a close. That would l to get his hat, which was ill the bull. After make him look selfish, and Mr. James disliked to look selfish; he humored his conscience as much as his digestion, and both required flattery. And so Matthew stayed. It is not con- ceivable that there is any real difference in the qualities of Sunday afternoon and week- days, but people like May and Matthew, who have home the experiences of Sunday morning, may be excused for thinking so. They were both in an unusual frame of mind. May was at rest until-ed and after the en- forced stillness of church ; Matthew was at rest also, but quite worn out with his long walk and the long morning service. And to both of them it was new to be left alone with another just at the moment when they Were thrown upon theirown resources. It was true that Matthew had much to tell that was new to May, but he did not trouble to tell it, and to what he did say she did not listen as attentively as she had done when her father was by. The need _ of softening down possible jars seemed to have been removed with the interrupter. . Now she let- herself study Matthew as she had never studied an man before. Her still gaze magnetized iim ; he did not at’ tempt to goâ€"snd they both put down her inadcntion and his inaction to Sunday afternoon ! Meantime her thoughts went racing through her brain ; how would it be if it was like this always? If this was a minute, and without any previous inten- tion of going, May followed him slowly. Then she passed from the drawing-room into the hall; he was gone; his card was on the hall tableâ€"“\"icomte Matthieu de Nismes.” She leaned both hands on the table and stood over the card, looking down at it, deep in thought. After a few minutes she heard Paul Ball’s bell. ('ro m: COSTlSUZD.A Getting in the Point “Sir,” said a fierce lawyer, “do you, on your oath, swear that this is not your hand- writing ?" . l l “ I think not," was the cool reply. “Does it resemble your writing? “I can’t say it does." “ Do you swear it does not resemble your writing 2" " I do." “ Do you take your 'oath that this writ ing does not resemble yours?" " Y-e-s, sir." “ Now, how do you know 3” “ 'Cause I can’t write.” Collapse of fierce lawyer. ____‘._â€"â€"â€"â€"â€" Felipe Munos, the Anarchist new under arrest in Madrid. has confessed that at a recent secret Anarchist meeting lots were 1 cast to decide who should kill the boy King of Spain. - probable that he would dream of doing articles, that it is desired that a French pro- tectorate be established in Dahomey. The Cabinet has finally decided upon. extensive operations in Dahomey, which will be in- trusted to the Minister of Marine. .â€"â€"-‘â€".â€". Esek’s Baby. Esek wuz a n'athicstâ€" Least he useter say so. cuz Somehow he could never see \tht the plan o'natcr wuz. Usotcr say he‘d prayed an’ prayed ; Things went crosswise jest the some! Never hcd no sorter show. Thet's before the baby came. Useter say aour heaven's here. Lands 0' love. I'd hope it ain't! Also that aour hell's on airthâ€" ’Twuz enough ter try a saint. . But thcr‘s nuthin’ wuz too good For thet baby. an' I faound J cat by accident. 02 'twere, Esck sorter shiftin' mound. Made a difl‘unce. don't ye sec? Sorter needed God tcr pray to. S'pose ther's hell ! ’l‘het ain't no place "er a babe ter go away to! Got so thet wc usctcr find him‘ 'l‘cllin' baby Bible stories. Lookin‘ sort 0’ guilty though; Said he spoke in allegorics. B an' by. when she got big, - c ,iincd the churc l for an example : Got for he a pillcr, too: Usetcr kote him for a sample! Sorter habit. I p'sumo.- But he sorter grew tcr love it. Call him uthiest naow? “'al. sir: I Guess you'd hev for tight tcr prove it! neat and (told. The use of the hands, as in washing in hot water, then exposing them to extreme cold, is prolific of a very common misery. Mrs. Robert Simpson, 71 Berkeley St., To~ ronto, Ont., writes, Oct. 2, 1891, as follows: -â€"“St. Jacobs Oil cured me of rheumatic cramps of the hands after all other treat- ment failed me. My hands were much swollen and painful, and for a time I was nearly helpless; however, thanks to the magic touch of St. Jacobi Oil, shortly after its use I was relieved, and ultimately, en- tirely cured. I now always have a bottle of St. Jacobs Oil in the house.” The person who sits upon the eggs of bor- rowed troublo will eventually hatch out the canine chickens. W Johnston, N. 3., March 1t, 1889. “ I was troubled for thirty years with I, pains in my side, which increased and F became very bad. dances on. and it completely cured. I give it all praise.” " 5T. 1 "AL 3101 8T. .ucsou. 0/ ' _ .«-. Describes a feeling Nullar to mom of dye» pepuc‘ tendency, or caused 1 change of climate. season or life. The stem-ch is out of order, the head aches or does hottest right, The Nerves seem strained to their utmost, the mind is confused and irritable. 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Having received a remittance from home on March ll), be called at the Witpoorte Hotel in the evening on his way from the mine to his lodging, and treated many of his friends most generously. Ho afterwards left his friends and went towards his house alone. On his way he. was waylaid and murdered, and when his body was discov- ered his skull was found to be literally smashed in. The decoased’s pockets had been turned inside out, but the murderer had evidently failed to find the pocket con- taining bank notes to the value of £25 and seven sovereigns. A costly gold watch had, however, disappeared. It is believed that the murderer was a Kaflir, and efforts are being made to trace him. The deceased, having so recently recovered from influenza, was physically unfit to cope with his assail- ant. James leaves awidow and six chil. dren, who are now residing at St. Just. 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