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.. __. « 3c1mm‘rz*â€"F~W’Pâ€"-'K ' _â€"â€"- .- llic Miracle 01 st: Cecelia. " Remember that thou hast ’but one soul, that thou canst die but once; :hat thou hast but one life, which is thort, and peculiar to thyself, and :here is but one blessedness, and that for ever; and thou wilt despise many lhings."â€"-S. Teresa. - From the convent they could easily liscern the long white road to St. Pri- Iat. From thence, in the morning. they might remark a peasant woman n a Scarlet cloak, or a priest with a Itaff, or two travelling nuns with has- rets, or a weary pedlar with 6. pack :oiling the sunâ€"baked roads to the gate. From its high windows they could Dee the sun flash on the sea; and the gulls quiver on the wing; and the Drown fishing boats roll lazily over the water; and in the silent nights near the breakers roar over the beach. Now,. the sisters of St. Cecilia were Very poor. And though they talked ind prayed and' kept long vigil their poverty was still bitter upon them. Bare, unlovely walls in their chapel; little to give in charity, and even a aroken organ in their oratoryâ€"their :up indeed seemed full. Some jongleur or wandering mins- trel might have sung past her cell in summer nights, and but for this and the voice of her priest, she had never heard the voice of any man. "I trust you are not tiring?" he asked her many times, and this simple courtesy puzzled her. On the morrow again he spoke to her in some common way, but she re- plied: _ t" " Our Mother Prioress has ordainâ€" ed that we keep silent from compline to the end of sexteâ€"which is at noon by our bell. Yesterday I sinned, but alasl I had forgotten.” So he worked silently on, and left her at noon. But when it came that he had finished his sketches and was painting from his ladder, and she sat in the little railed gallery, he walked the'woods in the' mornings, and the sittings came about after the chant .of Angelus at noon. . ' “A grand lady,” once he remark- ed, " would expect to he paid for {this trouble in grand compliment. So ,I might, tell her that to strive for her lpicture were futile. For such cupid lips and enchanted eyes were not for Lcanvas. But, as you are but a little flamb, [will tell you none of these : things.” " lf they are not true things,” she asked, gravely, " why do you tell I tlwm ever?" E On his palette he was mixing col- ors and sighing for the unattainable tint. : ' i ihen he laid his palette aside, and 5 took a flower from his coat. 1 " In reply," . he answered, gravely, limo in dressing it."’ i ililtle bird, is quite a true thing." In doubt she asked: stars sparkled blue in the great o’er- hanging firmament. It was so beau tiful that she was afiraid, ' ’How great is God," she whispered awefully, " who has made this world so Wonderful i“ It was at this time that Rochemonl came to her side. “ Come, child I" he exclaimed, " we’ll not dream now. \Ve must hurry to return before morningl’ Toegther they threaded their way through the path to the road. It was broken here and there by dark brush- wood, so that it seemed that morsels of white cotton had dropped that they might not lose their way. So they came to the waiting carriage with the two silent men in the driving seat; and to her it seemed a great toy. She took the seat beside him, facing the horses. The hood of thc'landau was thrown back, and they flew through the night. He was one who sought strange pleasures, and he ex- ulted in this new sensation. He tried to discern her face, but it was turned from him. He could only see her chin, exquisite in mntournnd outline, rest- int.r on the snowy wimple. " You are vvery silent,” he said at length. “ Won‘t youi talk to me as you mad to? You still have no fear, little one i” " I am not afraid,” she replied with a' queer touch of pedantry, "because I am posses3ed of nothing earthly, and love nothing earthly, and fear to lose nothing earthly. Therefore. I am. se- cure in all places."‘ They were rocking over rough places and she touched his arm; but he quiet- ed hcr with a smile. They looked back at the convent above them. He could flashing a dancing ladder to the stars. And in the convent,-too, a wanderers’ / in the angels, and you say no word to any soul of what has passed to- night.” But 'he only saw her mount the steps and pass the little wickerâ€"gate, and he never saw her more. And the sister went back to her cloister, and the painter to his Paris. And it is reckoned now a. miracle that on a certain morning a great van drew _ Saved Their chili"? " , ‘ms. 1‘. w, Doxmrsa. EXPRESSES A_ FATHER’S GdATlTUDE. . , , "Isl Little Child “’ustAllnoked “’“Il “curt to the Convent at Grm‘ont’ and sum“: Trouble and hooters Sold She Could me“ g'lted “1 fine” oratory 9‘ new $01d‘ , hot uncoverâ€"Dr. murmur “nu rim ignfirflggfi’fi; row the famous linker Ita.c lladlt" “or sound and Lively as it Yet for ever of this miracle there cliche" _ are lwo interpretations. One is writ- From the Sun, BSHBVIHG. 0111‘.- ten in grave characters by the Moth- In a comfortable farm home in er Prioress of the time; but the other, Sydney, near Bellevrlle. lives ML. '1‘. and the earthly reading, is here setlw- Doxtater. aprosperous farmer and forth. most respected citizen. In this p.03.- ‘ I sant home the heart of-a father and ' mother beats with" gratitude to Dr. BORE LIKE GIMLETS. Williams’ Pink Pills, because they ...... firmly believe they saved the life of their little daughter. A reporter of the Sun having lbeardlof the cage ., drove out to Mr.. 'oxtater’s for t o This Leeâ€"Metford bullet is about four . purpose of getting at the facts, and limes as long as it is thick, and to keep found both father undi‘mother of the it straight in its flight it has to be [little 81111 "W enthPsmstw In the" dc to rotate at a tremendous rate ' pm“? "'1 the methane that has .“n' ma’ " ‘ . , ' . ‘ - . , lq‘uestionably done so much to. relieve by the 11311113 05 the 81m- ObVIO‘ISly l suffering in this country. .Said Mr. this long, narrow bullet meets with lDo-xtater: ".Yes, we havefgo-od, pea- much less resis‘lance from the air than is‘m for Pralsmg Dr“ ‘Vlllmmy Pmk . , :Pills. I think they are 'Worth ten the 0“ Sphenc‘a‘l ba'n 0f the emboth’ times their Weight in gold. When our bore murket. . , . little daughter Ulara was about eight But this, swift notation has another years old she was stricken with what of. ecl.' . ; l h c -‘ as r r bl . . .‘Vhen ‘1‘? bill“ “PM a man l h: ifl‘iifi’f 5.133.111? white; 5.323....“ ll; bores its way in like a gimlet. and healthy child_ The first symptom: nothing can stop it. As the bullet Shown were fainting spells, and these eaves the muzzle it is twisting on its‘ axis 133,200 times per minute. This isl Lee-“ctrord Bullet (‘ould Go Through Fut‘rc (le'mpanv 0" 5‘!!! 01's. would attack her without amOment’s' warning. \Ve consulted a doctor, un- sfi.:.~aa.fi-ivsayf¢,w - .g; v- r," .m light was burning, and it glittered like a spangle in the crutches of the ill. She knew the nuns 'were praying in their separate cells, and she knew the " Is this necessary 7" " I assure you." hie-replied, and toss- ed the flower with a cry of“ Pardon i” into her lap. And she took the rose and idled with it, but being a summer lul. “I have been meditating,’_’ once he told the prioress with a little smile ‘too."‘I offer you a white rose. which, 8% the moonlight n10111-3; the ValleY. r . . 1 Their Father Elias only was hope-I this rate with ordinary powder. When cordite is used the bullet is made to revolve no less than 144,000 times per minute, or 2,403 times per second. der whose care she was for a time, but the treatment did her no' goodâ€"in fact she was growing worse. Then we call- ed in another doctor and he'frankly told us that he could hold out but little hope for her recovery. By this if pleasure, "of a means of mercy inl our perplexity. An organ, for its cost, we know is not possible. But in Paris I have a friend who is a painter of beautiful things. I will ask him to come to us, and, by the holy grace, print on our bare ceiling a picture of great joy.” Forthavith he Wrote to his friend, ind the artist, sated with the city’s pleasure, welcomed a diversion so no- vel. He looked his doors and kept the secret of 11‘s retreat that he might not be troubled. Assuredly he would paint on their ceiling, and it should be a study to him for a greater pic--I ture. _ _ ’ Thus, three days later, the famous M. rose and in bloom, it fell away in many ipieces which littered her habit, She {shook the leaves, and they fell to the floor. i " Is there. no vaiue in what I give to the city, and passed the closed shops the straight line, it has a tendency to 1' [H V 't t." ‘ ‘d T’I‘heir door was flungltgcggfogjmahen L 3 “keg ‘1 hr“ .01' i you ?" he said. I She looked at him wonderingly: " 10d gives the miles which fade in the field," she sair , " and roses, Wl‘llt‘l’l- ever hand may pluck them, do they -not fade too?" He made a little gesture of depre- catiorn; but no reply. ‘ l There were beautiful stained win- Idows which softened the garish sun- ’light as it settled on the sitter; and ‘at her feet the sprightly. sunâ€"motes danced and revered on the floor. In this and later times they talked lmuch together; and he told her many lthings as one come from a far coun- itry. She despised the world, but as l night flowers had opened their lips, [and she believed the two would rise in praise together. ! Soon the carriage wheels rattled in- in the heavy streets, and came to the opera house. Iwide open, and over the strip of pur- ple cloth, they passed through a crowd battl‘é‘s_ Many carriages had discharge of idle watchers. stopped that evening to lacquered men; and at the doorway they heard the jumble of street calls Ilaugbter, and the cheery call of rec. ognition. I f ' Under Venetian masts they passed the portals and were swept on in the swim of the crowd. A blaze of color, lights, and spark- ling music fell on their senses. Fesâ€" toons of roses hung from the roof, 'and all along their path were bunches Rot:barmanti n,member of the French‘one unacquainted with lt,-f01‘ she hadlof white blossom and great blocks of Academy, arrived at the convent, and took up his abode with Father Elias In the woods. I ., ..On his way thither he passed the sisters in the garden, and some won-. tiered at his fine city clothes. He was no ordinaire of nature’s handiwork; but a great man in Paris and honor- ed among the great. Moreover, in _.a time he threw off ; his modish graces and came to the cha- pel in his tatt’ered sketching jacket. He would paint on their ceiling, ” The should come and go as he wished. "I shall need a sitter,” said the painter to his friend. “ From the convent i” asked " From the convent,” said 'the pain- t‘err, "And we. must find a faceâ€"rare, poetic, beautiful, the face of the Ma- donna.” i ' So the priest came to the prioress, and she, the mother, was. in grave; quandary. There was no precedentin the order, no reference in the consti- tution, to such a requestAnd to the' father she confided her doubts. 1 "He is a. great painter," answeredl the priest, " and he is my friend.’ And? as he noticed her distress, he added,l "And attending sisters shall be by that it may be seemly.” ' In this Way they won her assent, 9nd on the marrow the painter. stood' aside near the chapel door as the meekl nuns singly passed him; and as they‘ courtesied they drew back their veils, that he might clearly see their faces. Thus they passed him; some in the black habit of sisterhood, and some in the grey of their niovitiate. At length he bent: his head to the mother: : I “Madam,” he said, "1' would wishl for my sitting the lady passing now. Her face to ma; sense, is nearest in,“ fancy to that of Your Lady." 1 And the Mother Prioress touched; the arm of a novice and whispered‘ that the choice ma fallen to her. i Rochemont commenced his task in, the early morning. Al. the last the attending sister was dispensed with; for other eyes, he said, were distracting to his work. Fr. Elias'he saw scarce- i; ever, for he. being but a visiting griest, was often away. She stole in by the private door near the altar, and stood by the rude woodâ€" an seat he had prepared for her. In a while she sank to her seat, as he sign- td her, but with no blush, for of this the had no understanding. She eat as he sketched her. The worse linen calf was taken back that no might lthe better ’see her face. Her hair was"c.lose and only. little curls {rem about it, and she, the youngest imong them, appeared but a child. He. worked on and wondered if her .yes would ever be lifted to him. She lad drawn in her Soft sandals under] :9: habit, and was. looking towards the inn of her Lady. .Hc was glancing sway that she might (sit without feel- ag nny eyes upon her. At'liast she lfted her face and looked full at him; hen droppedher eyes and turned [Way her head. "Could'you, little lady. seem less ed 'l" he said at length. “Let your houghts be solem'n, if you wish, but I) not frame your face so woefully. and your beautiful hair, what hat 9" ' . " My hair is so arranged,” she anâ€" swered simply, " that I may lose no‘ INVRS. the ldriest in perturbation. l l g 13'“ seen no life beyond the woods. And .he spoke to her so gently as one who 'loved' greatly and understood. - I Once, when he was putting some {last touches to his work. they spoke 3,013 faith. " " My faith is such that [would go anywhere without fear,” she said. I “Yet: would you, little lamb, dare f to See this world and not be anxious?" ' he asked. i " I do not fear,” she said. " But would you go and return secâ€" retly,” he said, " that you might trust Assumption of the Virgin n and he! but: to the angels for protection i” She rose from the wooden seat, land stood before him, child that she "To prove to you,” she answered, " who believe nothing, they ' say, I would. venture, for I say again I do not fear.” "Come then from your cell at midâ€" night,” he whispered,‘ " and meet me l ice done in fantastic shapes. I Princess of blood walked with the 'peasants of many nations, and stateâ€" i l '/.ulus and Spanish Hida‘lgo, and the lcloaks and ruffles of the Louis passed lthem aslhcy stood; and Cleopatra on i the arm of a frosted blue devil ; and a, sprightly vivandiere consorted withal blackâ€"robed public executioner’. All! this they saw. Oneâ€"1r. was a jester in tiny silver bells and two shades of gooseberry greenâ€"touched her with some laughâ€" ing remark; but: she stood as one in a dream. It was the Ball of the Summer Roses, .judges in procession, the dancers were all unmasked. Many nodded to the painter, and wondered at: the lady by his side. She wore a) habit of gray freizc, and by the WOOd’ and I Wm Shmv you the the sandals of hemp, and a white cord world, and you shall prove all things to me.” That he did right or wrong he did not‘ stay to consider, He would care. .for her and protect her; she should seel dream, and for herself she should judge. He heard her say as she left,fu1_n . him. . " It is not sin to proveâ€"even with- out‘ permission, and so I will come, to! you in secret at that hour, for I am portress at the gate this night." 0 O O O I O The 'dny passed, and he waited for her in alight which seemed to belong! to her own world of childhood. He hop-l ed she would come soon. He had never} before met a woman who for no tan-f gible reason made him feel ashamed ofi himself as he talked to her. Perhaps, at this moment he rather doubted the} wisdom of his escapade. Yet it was; only that he wished to walk through; the rooms with her and watch the; wonder in her eyes: She was but a; study, he tried to persuade himself,‘ and so metre a. child; and he was a great man, honored in achievement. Besides, was not adventure a privilege of genius? _ Seating himself on a. fallen tree. he considered the order of his adventure. He would drive her to the ball-masque at the opera housesâ€"she as a- novice to sisterhood, himself in the velvet jacketl of a working painter. Simply, then. he would walk throughlthe rooms with this girl spirit by his side, and she should return to the convent without harm or remark by daybreak. Father Elias. he knew, was asleep in his but, and he had telegraphed his carriage to meet them here. Even now he heard the horses pawing in the road; and thirty minutes’ drive away past the trees, beckoned the lights of Paris. Behind was the convent, with its great slanting slate roof, and its gates and arches and terraces all sunk in a. dream-less sleep, and the trees that nestled near seemed asleep too. A yellow harvest moon poised a full face in the heavens, and now he might hear a lamb bleat, or an ewe tweak its hell, or an ox below in. its stall. On her soft hemp sandals the girl moved down the great steps, passed the iron’gate, and made her way to the wood. Those still woods to her were, full of sweet slghs and whispers. of; Therein she thought were elfs at their: ed: ' mbols and sylphs and fairies danc-l ing in the glbry of the night. She‘ [and at midnight as they passed the at her waist, and the spotless wimplo at her neck. He tuu'ned to her: "Well," he said think you 'of gently, " what ' the the World. as sounds and figures in al world? "In this,” she said, " is no love;1n this there is no joy; it is sorrow- Suddenly there was commotion at one end of the hall, and a liveried mian crossed to them; in his hand he had a folded paper. He handed the painter the paper. " To the sweetest picture of allâ€"our Lady of the Angels â€"the Madonna,” it was written. “By the shade of Velasquez,” he cried; “ you are the very hazard of angels, for you have won the gold prize of the‘president.” -- She looked at him, and her eyes were full of questioning. " It only means, little one, that ‘ anything you ask for {to ten‘thousand francs is yours; that is all, simiply.” " Why, is this great gift 2" she ask- ed. . "'Do not questionâ€"«sufficient thatit is yours." I " But to you nothing has been giv- en.!’ ‘ "I have already possessionsâ€"whit: you have not." :' " We are poor, truly, and want man things. God has given this to me?" she asked. “ It may be so," he answered gent~ I .‘ y" I do not understand," she said. "It is wonderful. But, as'anything lack for is mine, say 1 would wish a new orgunâ€"in the convent of St. Cecilia at Grimontâ€"will you tell them that ’2’" This he wrote on ‘a card, and break- ing from the crowd that pressed to them with felicitationts, they left the hull. They came to the carriage, and shook off the city and: mounted the chalk road along the hill, ’but neither broke the silence. She was silent, thinking in joy oit the gift that was to come, and he was-silent that her pleasure might be perfect. “Then they came to the green lashes of the weed he gave her his hand and helped her to alight. Next they came to the front gate of the convent. She lifted the great key from her girdle, whereon Were the, knots of the vows; and she fitted the; lacy in the gate. ' . He made to leave her; but he turn- ; l “Mind,” he said-and there was al shade in his voice that was neither; .~ . turned her face upward. Myriads of! banter nor warmingâ€"“mind your trust, Illustration showing Buller‘s Fourth their freight of hooded women andl lhav-e been alble to penetrate the ribs .ly heroes of fable jostled figures in-drad. [famous in history. ' Sometimes, however, this rapid re- volution brings about curious re- sults. If it gets the least bit out of time she was confined to bed, and for three months was as helpless as an iniant. In some of the fainting spells she was attacked. with convqu s-i-ons. Her .apprslite seemed entirely gone and she was reduced to a living skeleton. 'At this time I read the particulars of .a cure through the use of Dr. \Villiiamrs’ Pink Pills, which A Lzo-Metfortl bullet striking a but- [gave me hype. and I determined that too or e soldier’s belt or notebook or ‘01” Mule g,“ Should try them, I a coin in the: pocket, when itfhas: the first got one box, and when they slightest deflection from a straight were med she seemed brie;th Then line, is pretty sure to glance off: with.- I got five, more. boxes, and by, the 011i dlomg any hlfllrmo , time she had finished them she was Ill may even Penetl'afe Chi} 5km 9f as sound a child as you could' find in the! 011631?- flqd 011 "1'98th Wit-h 3 “b the neighborhood, bright; and lively turn aside Without doing further mis- as auricket, Shle has been going to chief. Ylt if this Shane bullet had school for the {mist eighteen months, Sil'lle p.:riectly straight it. would and hlalS shown absoluiely no sympâ€" toms of the oil trouble. I attribute hier cure entirely to the use of! Dr. This accounts for those miraculous escapes one hears of in all 0.! e who-ls company one after another. ‘â€"-â€"â€"â€"â€"+â€"â€"-â€" \Villiams' Pink Pills, and if anyone THE sWAZIE CHIEF DEAD doubts the truth ol’ this statement a you can refer them either to myself or my wife.” , Dr. \Viilli-amis' Pink Pills are just as valuable in the case of children as with, adults, and puny little ones would soon thrive and grow [at under this treatment, which has no equal for building up the blood and giving re- Thie Savazie Chief Bunu must be The waazie's have the habit of keeping sushi news to themselves forl at l-easta month, and it is more. th‘tinl a month ago they were looking for a black ox-hidc. Their custom is to sew. l . ,. . , . mowed stren th to brain, bod and up their dead lung in sutzih‘a skin, and. um.v,es_ 8015 by all dealers 01‘}, sent place him at the foot of a kopje. post paid. at 50c. a 'box or six box-es for 2.50. by addressing this Dr. Williams’ Medicine 00., Brockville, Ont. Do not be persuaded to try something else “- sadd to be Just as good." T‘hieitr chief General is usually killed! at the: same time, and his corpse left with that of the King. to keep it comâ€" pany. Before the ’body of the King can be interred it has to remain for a {month atth-e Royal Kraul. where meat is constantly burned to neutral~ ize the inefr‘isalble odor. It. is also ru~ mar-ed th'ai Buziu’s moth-3r and the heir to the throne have both been pois- oned; but this is not confirmed. --‘-~-oâ€"._~ QAUYI‘ION. Young men, said Uncle {Jerry Peeb- lee. how do you" prolcou'ncstthutil Trabbldy hote, sir, replied the wait/- er, a recent importation from Sikedâ€" __ umk. ‘ v V _ Correct, rejoined Uncle Jerr' nod- DOING TEL IMPOSSIBLE. ding {his approrval. Bring me Slfhat. There's no use trying 'to do ithel mi- _ ’ pou-s‘tble, said the discouraged religi- ous editor. . Oh, I don’t: know, replied that society reporter. It has been (110116. I was at the meeting of a literary clu-b yester- day, and one lady. there .who read an original poem made hon mot rhyme with have got. ( ' A. SHREWD PHO'IDGRAPHlflfl. Photographer, to yong lady, There is no need of telling, you to look pleas- ant, miss. Such a face can not the otherwise than pleasant. I Young Lady, graciously. I will take two dozen, sir, tnstead- of one dozen. HIS NEW' - GRA-FTl. , l \Vick'wireâ€"Look ,here. This is the fourth time this morning you have beenl in here asking for the price of a meal. Dismal DawsonHYe‘p. 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