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......nz./~..â€"vâ€" ».c...” 1-.-\*. .. MAPTER. I.â€"-Conti.nued. 3e took her in his arms again. and kissed the face that. even in the gloom, l was dimly beautiful. But his words chilled her. and his careless car- asses could not satisfy her troubled heart. "But, George, Oh, stepl let us look the worst in the face. She may dis- inherit meâ€"who knows? She is as caâ€" pricious as the wind; she has made half I dozen different wills already; and the will that leaves all to me is not yet signed. It may never be. Georgeâ€"and then f" “And then," said Mr. George Wil- iair, in a hard, resolute voice, "we will have crow's-feet under our eyes and our heads will be beautifully silvered by the frosts of time before our- honey- moon begins." ”No," cried the girl, as if with 8. end- den inspiration; "I know better than that. M'hen I lose my fortune, Ilose you~you will go, and look for anoth- er heiress; you will never grow gray waiting for me. And I-â€"â€"-" "And you?" the young man said, with alight laugh; “finish your pre- diction, my pretty Sybil." life would hardly have laughed so easi- y had he seen how her {face altered in the darkness. Her eyes blazed up, her hands clinched, her teeth shut convul- sively together. P'lDon't ask me, don’t ask me, George! I grow afraid of myself wheni I think of it. Better for you you had never been born than to tamper with what is here!" She struck her breast heavi- ly as she spoke, and somethingl in her changed voice went with a thrill to. his heart. But the next instant he laughed again, and kissed the pretty quivering lips. "My dear little tragedy-queen! you vow vengeance like the heroine of a high-pressure novel. .RVe won't sup- pose such horrid things, we'll look on the bright side. Isabel Vance will be Dorothy Hardcrrbrook's heiress, and George Wildair's beautiful wife. Well, where are you going i" "It is striking sevenâ€"hear it? Miss lHardcnbrook may miss me, and send Ellen Rossiter in search. If she does, all is lost. Oh, George! George !” with a sudden, passionate cry, and clasping him in her arms, “if Ilose you lshall dicl Let me goâ€"my fortune is at stake. I cannot afford to lose my fortune now â€"God help me !" Something in her voice, in. her cling- ing clasp. touched his frivolous heartâ€"- and it was a frivolous heart to the core. "My dear little girl! I were the has- est villain on earth to prove false to you. When 1 do, I pray that I may die!" “Amen!” {He shuddered as the ominous word passed her lips; he opened his arms and let her go. “When shall i see you again i" "Not: until all is over,” she replied, steadily. "1 will not risk again the fortune you prize so highly, George, as l have risked it this night. You will go back to London to-morrow morn- ing." "But I may write to you, at least‘ll And you will answer i“ "No; my aunt’s spy, Ellen Rossiter, would find it out and betray us. I am afraid of that woman. I will neither see you. nor hear from you, until I go to you the mistress of Dorothy Harden- brook's thousands. I will lay them at your foot. George, where my heart has been for many a day. if 1 win, all is yours. But if i loseâ€"" {Her voice died away. George \Vil- dair, with a chill of ominous dread, broke the pause that. followed; "You will not loseâ€"you will be my queen as you are my darling. Good-by, my own love, until we meet again.” “Good-by," she said solemnly. “Good- bv. my love, my darling and may God bless you! Who knows whether 1 will be able to say that when we meet a ain." he fluttered away with the last strange words on her lipsâ€"fluttered away. and the black night swallowed her up. George \\'ildair turned very slowly and made the best of his way back. to the hotel. with a very disagreeable feeling of impending evil troubling his usually serene min r. "It's an uncommon lad-looking piece of business. George. my boy," the young lawyer soliloquized. "If the old girl turns up trump and does the right thing by Issie. all will go on well, and George \Vildnir will have a wife and a fortune to be proud of. But if she does notâ€"oh! it's an ugly bitch. and Ican'b 'icrform impossibililtcs and marry Bliss Vance. And yet she is just the sort. too. lsnbci Vance. to go and kill her- self. or someloly clearâ€"perhaps both. She's tremendously in love with me. your little girl; and it's flattering. but not at. a‘l )leasant." Before hir. \\’ildnir had come to the end of his soliloaxuy. and lit a consolat- orv c' or. there emerged a figure from l20hllll a clump of bushes not two yards off the spot where the lovers had held their interview. it was a uomnn. She had heard and Seen a'!. and Mr sharp sallow face was flushed with triumph. “At last!” she said to herself. under her breath: "at last. my lady. your hour has mine! You dread Ellen Rossiter. do you! Ah! if you on! knew how much reason you have to and her. my proud and handsome young heiress! \Ye will so» what Miss Hardenbrook will say to al this; no will see whether that unsigned will will ever be signed; we will see what will happen when Mr. ‘K'ildair fills his penniicss lady-love.“ She hurried away. And the sobbing «ind visas; and falling. an! the black ‘spectral trees had (he ghostly spot to ’ themselves where the lovers kept tryst. l «. , CHAPTER. II. l The night-lamp burned low in the sick-room. and the shadows crouched llike evil things in the dusky corners. is large room. “curtained, and close, ,and warm.“ a bright fire burning dim- 'ly on the hearth; medicine-bottles and ‘ lasses strewing the Lable; the old- vgashioned four- 0st bedstead standing .in the centre 0 the floor, andlpld Dor- ‘othy Hardenlbrook lying upon it. never to leave it, but for her coffin. The sick woman was all alone, and wide awake. The glittering eyes. look- ed out of a withered, wasted, wrinkled face. like glowing coals; her skinnyl hands clutched a. note containing a few . lines written in a. big. masculine handy Over and over again, with a. fierce~ and wrathful glance, she had read these lines: 3 My Darling: If by any chance you. can give your sick dragonhandihersickl attendant Cerberus, the slip, give it to :them toâ€"night. I will be at he place you appointed at a little past SIX. I am dying to see tgouhamd see you I lmust, despite all i e Vindictive, dying old maids in- Christendom. Devotedly, iG. \v. The glare im the glittering old eyes that devoured this coldâ€"blooded note -was something horrible to see. “If she does! if she does!" she pant- ed aloud. "The heartless, _ungrateful huzzy a miserable, play-acting pauper, ‘lhat I took from the street and the lstage, and fed, and clothed, and cher-E lished! And this is my reward! She lknows I hate this George \Vlldair and: all his raceâ€"faithless and false, and corrupt to the core of their black, bad.“ hearts, one and all. She knows it; and! if she meets him toâ€"nightâ€"if she meets l himâ€"ll She stopped, and trembled with supâ€" pressed rage from head to foot. The room and the house vere very, very still. Outside, the wind sobbed and ,shuddered, and the bare wintry trees rattled like dead bones; inside, the ‘loud ticking of the clock, the monoton- ! ous dropping of lurid Cinders, the sleepy r purring of a big Maltese cat, made a dull, drowsy chorus of their own. The clock struck eight. As it's last‘ beat died away the chamber door open- ed, and Ellen Rossiter walked into the‘ room. Miss 'Hardeulbrook raised herself on her elbow by a supreme effort, and looked wit-h wild, eager eyes into the face of her spy. She was a little, wiry body, this Ellen Rossiterâ€"a. female ter- rier with lips thin as knife-blades, and‘ the pale steelâ€"blue eyes; like the sick woman herself, a soured and sullen,and disappointed, cross old maid. “Well?” Miss aHardenbrook asked, with a fierce clutch at her bedclothes. “Don't stand staring at me there, Elâ€"‘ Was she there f“ She made the reply with cold delib- eration, removing 'her things and foldâ€" ing them up. "i was at the place before her. I knew it wellâ€"she often met him there before. I hid behind the bushes and waited. llle came first, singing and talking to himself, like the idiot that he is. She did not keep him waiting long; she came all in a hurry. and‘ plunged into his arms. kissing him, call- ing lhim her love and her darling in a manner that was perfectly sickening and disgusting. I saw it all. and heard every word they said.” "What did “they say i" Ellen. Rossiter compressed her thin lips until her mouth was only a pale streak across her face. "You had better not ask meâ€"you won't like it." “Tell me, I command you i" Miss Har- denbrook passionately cried. "Tell me, for I will know; tell me. for I have a perfect right to know I" “Very Well." She sat down. by the bedside, her hands folded in her lap, her steel-blue eyes looking stolidly into the burning black eyes of the sick woman; and then, word for word, with diabolical preci- sion, repeated the whole conversation of the lovers. 'Dorot-hy diardenbrook covered her face with both hands, with a convul- sive sob. “And I loved this girl," she cried. “Oh. my God! better than 1 ever loved Thee!" "Not more than she loves your mon- ey. She will 'wait six months after you are dead; and then Mr. \Vildair will take possession of it and her. and scat- ter it to the four winds of heaven." "Never!" The hands dropped, and the eyes blazed. "Never, Ellen Rossiterâ€" never. never! Thank heaven, it is not too late! Give me that box." She took a key from under her pil- llow. Ellen handed her a square iron f box. which she knew contained two un- isigned wills. Miss IHardenbrook open- led the box. took out one of the wills, road it slowlyt hrough and tore it into atoms. I "So perish the hopes of George Wil- duir and lsabel Vance! So are ingrati- ltude and falsehood punished! Scnd for Mr. Benson and call Susan." Mr. Benson was her lawyer. Susan was her cook. Ellen liossiter disap- peared. and returned in half an hour with both. The second will was spread out before Miss Ilardenbrook; her face had grown hard and rigid as iron. "I am going to sign my will, Mr. Benson." she said; "the other. I have destroyed. I have sent for you two to witness the prOceeding." She took a pen and signed the will with a firm unfaltering hand. The other two affixed their signatures. Then. with the same rigid composure, she lucked up the document. and hand- ed the key to the lawyer. “You will keep this. my friend. The day I am buried. you will read the will :i'oud. in this room. to those that at- tend my funeral. Now leave meâ€"l am tired and wish to s'eep.“ She turner! away her face to the wall. The lawyer and Susan crept away on tiptoo. Ellen Rossith lingered an in- stand, with an anxious look on her face. “The doctor said she was liable to die at any moment: that any excite- ment would be fatalâ€"and surely she has hm! excitement to-night." Miss Rmsiier did not retire; she deâ€" scended to the'parlor. and paced up and down. Ten. eleven. twelve struck. How awfully still the house was in its midnight husiii flow awfully clamor- :ous sounded the sto len Rossiter, like a tool, but speak out. Ran the note trueâ€"was it from him'l, .wind had risen. and the rain fellâ€"wind ' d rain wailed and sobbed. like cries of mutual agony. "A fearful night!" the lone .watcher said, with a shudder; "and she 18 afraid of night and tempest. I Will go and see how she sleeps, Susan-l" She shook and roused the sleepy cook â€"she was afraid to enter the room alone. Together they ascended. togeth~ or they entered. The air of the room? struck cold upon them. The raging o the midnight tempest sounded appal- lingly loud up there. On the bed the sick woman lay, as they had leftâ€"she had never moved. _ _ "Sleeping still," the cook said, in a low whisper. Ellen llossiter crossed the room and bent over her a second, and she recod~ ed with a loud cry. Yes. steeping still; but the everlast- ing sleep. Miss Hardenbrook lay be- fore them cold and dead. t O O 0 It was a very long procession that wended its way from the prim, white mansion, following .Dorotlhy Hardenr brook to her last home. _ A miserable Idarqh day; the rain fall- ing cease.essly; the wind sobbing; the sky a leaden pull, the earth black and sudden». A bad, bitter day; and the fun- eral-train shivered in their wraps and‘ splashed forlornly through the mire of the wretched country roads. The dull afternoon was half over ere the grave was clcsed and the gloomy processxon back in the oldâ€"fashioned mansion. Ghastly looked the rooms, hung in the sombre trappings of the grave; deadly was the chill and thus“- once that pervaded it. in the dismal light of the wet afternoon. The staid parlor, never used but on state cecasions, was a.most filled with curious, expectant listeners. With a flusn very foreign to her usual sal- low complexion, hot in her face, with. a glittering light rarely seen in the dULI, steelâ€"blue eyes, Ellen Rossizter fo.ded her hands to listen to the read? ing of the will. The hour of her tri- umph had comeâ€"the hour for which she had watched, and waited, and played the spy. She, and not that tall, im» perious young woman, mho had queen- ed» it so long, would be heiress to Dor- othy Hardensbrook’s thousands. LMiss Vance looking very handsome and. stately in trailing crape and sa- bles. sat by the window, gazing stead- fastly out at the ceaseless rain. She zwas deathly white, and the hands lyâ€" . ing in her lap were convulsively lockâ€" ed together. A sickening presenti- ment of what was to come filled her heart and soul; the flashing fire in Ellen Rossiter’s triumphant eyes; the pityiug glances of Benson. the lawyer had gone thrilling with an awful fear to her heart. She had staked alllhat life held of bliss, love and hope, and happiness on one throw of the dice,, and she had lost. She knew it as sureâ€" ly sitting there, staring blankly out at the wretched rain, as she knew it an hour after. Mr; Benson slowly unlocked the box g drew forth the will, and began to read. {Dead silence reigned. The document ; was brief and to the point. There was a legacy to Susan Turner, the cook, of one hundred pounds; two hundred to Mr. Benson, to buy a mourning rig; out two hundred to Ellen Rossi- ter in return for her secret services faithfully rendered. There was a shrill cry Ellen Rossiter lrose wildly excited from her seat. "There is some awful mistake! ’l'here must be a mistake; Miss llardenbrook never would insult me like that! Mr. Benson you have read the wrong name." "I have done nothing of the sort lMiss Rossiterâ€"bc good enough not to interrupt. The remainder of her solutely and without condition, t0"lâ€"- la breathless pauseâ€""to her third couâ€" sin, Miss Amy llardenbrook Earle of ' Lonklon." There was a simultaneous exclama- tion from every one present, a gasp- ing cry of rage and despair from El- len Rossiter. and all eyes turned up- on the stately figure by the window. the face white and rigid. the dark eyes staring straight. ltefore her 'with an awful. fixed, blind stare. Mr. Bensondoldcd up the will, reâ€" ‘ locked the box and prepared to depart. The short. stormy ‘March day was al~ ready darkening fast and every one rose to follow his example. and Spread the astounding news through Framâ€" lingham. Isabel Vance disinherited. unknown young lady, in London, left ,solc heiress of Miss ’Hardcnbrook's -wealth! h‘ramlingham had not re- ceived so astounding a shock for ages. And the figure by the window was left alone. No one had approached her: no one had spoken to her; there was that in her face that held them off. One by one they dropped silentâ€" ly awayâ€"friends who were sorry for her. enemies who exulted over her. El- len Rossiter rushed up to her own room. and was crying her spiteful. dis~ appointed heart out in a passion of bitter raging tears. But Isabel Vance shed no tears. uttered no cry; her dumb despair was far tan deep for that. “'ith the loss of wealth she had lost allâ€"love. life. For George Wil- dair’s sake sh'c had risked the glory of the world; for his sake she had lost. and he would be the very first to turn from her in her downfall. The rainy twilight fell. The night wind. salt from the rose and beat the rain clamorously against the glass. Isabel stood up. her face looking sw- fully corpse-like in the desolate gloam- ing. and with a steady step walked out of the room and out of the house. She went straight to the villageâ€"to the Crown Hotel. Rain and wind tore at her and buffeted her; but she heed- ed them no more than if she had been made of wood or stone. The proprie- tor of the hotel. standing in his own door-way. looking out at the stormy evening. reooiled with a blank stare at the sight of her. as he might at seeing an apparition. "Is Mr. Wildair in?" ~Thnt voice. hollow and strange. was not the melodious voice of Isabel Vance. The man's face'softenod intc s gaze of unspeakable pity. property landed and personal amountâ€"l ing in all to forty thousand pounds.‘ Miss Hardenbrook has bequeathed ab-' 'But Miss Vance sat ’like a stone,. not even named in the will; and an' please." He ushered her up stairs and into the private parlor, sacred to Mr. \\'il~ dair's learned leisure. "Miss \ ance. sir." he said, and dis~ appeared. Mr. George Wildair, seated before the window ,his chair tipped back. his boots on the 5111. a cigar in his mouth. and his eyes fixed meodily on the darkâ€" ening prospect. got up with a spring. He flung away his cigar and came for- ward With a face that was anything but the radiant face of a lover. "You here. Isabel! This is an as- tonisheri You surely have not walk. led all the way in this pouring rain!" She glanced. down at her drenched garments, as if conscious for the first time of the wet. , "i do not know; ikilces not matter, ‘ wanted to see you before you left." i .‘ \\ he told you I was go.ng to leave? ':Sit down. pray, while I light the gas." u "\\ e need no light for what we have to say. Thanks. 1 will not be seated. I only come to say good-by." ‘ ‘_‘Xou need not have come through ‘this pouring rain tu-night for that," Mr. \Vildair remarked rather sulkily. "lou did not suppose I was going to leave Framlingbam without calling to see you, Isabel!" "i did. You would not have come. . George." ., “Thanks for your good opinion, Miss Vance. Think so by all means. if it suits you." "You never would have come, George,” she repeated, steadily. “It rmmwiihoutl Tfii-‘ruf‘miv‘h; if youlfiED r was Miss Hardenbrook’s heiress youl courtedâ€"and I am not that." "Confound the cantankerous old cat!" burst forth Mr. Wildair, furious- ly. "Why the deuce did she disinherit you. Isabel?" "Do you need to ask'l" Because I met you that night.“ , "Who told her?" "Ellen Rossiter, I presume. Don't talk of that~it is too late now. I have lost all you care for; there is nothing left for us but to shake hands and part forever.” . "Not forever. I Hope. But the voice ; in which he said it. was a very hesi- tating one. "Don’t think me alto- gether heartless. Isabel. I wanted Miss Hardenbrook’s money, I don't deny; but I loved you as well. .l would marry you to-morrow. if I could, but I can't. I am a poor fellow, as you know, living from hand to mouth. I cannot afford the luxury of a penniâ€" less wife." "I know it." The voice had fallen to a dull calm without one trace of emo- tion. “l'ou cannot afford to marry me now, and you never can. You have deceived me from first to last. There is nothing left but to say fare- well, a.nd go our different ways through life." The unnatural calm deceived him. He had expected tears, reproaches, hyâ€" sterics a stormy and passionate Scene. His face flushed. and he drew a long breath of relief. "I have no wish to say farewell for- ever, Isabel,” he said, gently, “but you have, and you know best. It would be selfish in me. I dare say, to keep you bound by an engagement that canâ€" not be fulfilled for half a life~time.‘ I love you. but I will not be selfish. ' I release you, Isabel, though Heaven' ,knows how bitter it is to say those words. I set you free. Isabel; and when , I hear you are married to a better and a richer nmnlwill try and rejoice for your sake. It is destiny I suppose, but _ it is very hard.” ' He turned hastily away to the winâ€" dow, and, for the instant, the self-de- ceiver believed he felt what he said. The young girl stood regarding him with a fixed, steady glance, reading ,all his falseness and ‘basencss, yet loving him despite it all. The friendly darkness bid from him the gleaming light in» her eyes. the unearthly ex- .pression of her face. He only heard 'that low. monotonous voice, and that l deceived him. “And you. George." she said, a'ter a. little pause, "you will wooand wed l another heiress, I suppose? This Miss ' Amy Earle, for instance. She is young and pretty no doubt. if not what does it signify, since she inherits Miss Har- denbrook's fortune? There will be a. Mrs. George \Vildair, will there n' t. before this year ends?” Mr. W'ildair wheeled round from the swindow. wrapped in his dignity as in a mantle. ? "You might have spared me that l i igether the mercenary wrntch you , take me to be. But we will not re- criminateâ€"wc'll part friends." (To Be. Continued.) SPARRCHV AND STARLING. 'l‘he proposition that has been made in the United States that the German starling should be imported in drive out the English sparrow may we]! be regarded with suspicion, says the (.‘hiâ€" cago Chronicle. Such a move would' be out of the frying pan into the fire, according to people who enjoy. the ac- quaintance of the starling. They: ad-. mit that he is a fighter. and, would drive the sparrow into retirement, but he would not stop with the sparrows. He would kill or drive. away the few native lirds that are left. \Ve may as well put up with the} sparrow. We at least know the worst about him,while the sterling might and probably would render the English importation amiable by comparison. i f l SIGNS ‘AND SEASONS. I can always tell when my wife has bought all the winter clothes she wants. How can you tell! She begins to talk of buying someâ€" thing for me. w A SAFETY DEVICE. What is that posted in your hat, Tiffingtonf That! Why that's a list of defini- tions of the French words found on rubumt hills of fare. taunt. Miss Vance. I am not alto-r ..V.._-_. __ _ m“ ,_... BADGES OF HONOR BESTOWED UPON BRAVE SOLDIERS. The Highlyâ€"Prisca Victoria Cross of lo land-France cannon: and Ram. Gt 1» Similar Decorations. For conspicuous acts of personal bravery in military service. the greatâ€" ,er nations have established orders of {merit and reward their chivalric solâ€" , diers and seamen with suitable medals. EAmong the decorations thus bestowed Tmay be mentioned the Victoria Gross : of Emland, the Iron Cross of Germany. {the Cross of the Legion of Honor of France. and the Russian Om of St. ;George. A writer on this subde says the possessor of one of these tokens of ibrave deeds accomplished on the bat- ‘ tlefield "is envied by men. admired by .women and loved by childmu.” The Romans rewarded superior merit and capacity in various ways. If the people considered a victorious general worthy he was rewarded with a trium- iphal entry into the city. the general :occupying- a magnificent chariot. fol- ' lowed by his soldiers and by the spoils and prisoners taken from the many. flVhen a Roman saved the life of a {fellow citizen he was crowned with a Ichaplet of oakâ€"a by no means trifling The Greeks had no tri- umphs, but citizens who saved or pro- tected the lives of others were honored :by a crown and a complete suit. of l larmor. Among Greeks, want of miliâ€" gtary virtue was punished rather than valor rewarded. This characteristic ; was more peculiar to the Spartans. The jonly Spartan who escaped at the bat- tle of Thermopylae was i BRANDED AS A COWAnn and his face shaver: on one side to mark him. And in the next your tin Spartan sought an honorable death in the Grecian ranks at the battle of ,Plataea, but the stern justice of his gcountry forbade him the buriwlâ€"the ,only given reward for valorâ€"which ghis fellow-countrymen received. But it is in England and great Eu- ropean countries that military orders are best known and most generally i honored. 9 The Victoria cross is a decoration of lhonor, founded by Queen Victoria." at lthe close of the Crimean war, and is awarded to both officers and men of {the a y or navy. To gain it, one ,must lave risked his life in battle to leave that of. another. or to save the lcolors or some equally important sorâ€" l vice. The cross itself. is made from the lbronze of Russian cannon captured ; during the Crimean war, and is mode!â€" :ed after the Maltese Cross. The doc-- ‘oruiion is rarely bestowed, and is the :most highly prized of any to which a ;British soldier can aspire. 'i‘ho posâ€" sessor of this decoration is entitled to ,.have the letters "V. C.“ affixed to his name. The Russian military Order of ; George was instituted December 7, 1769, by the Empress Catherine ll.. as a re- iward for officers of the army and navy. It consisted of four classes, the first; two being restricted to major- ‘generals and the latter two to col- ! pools and naval officers of correspondâ€" : inc: rank. ‘ In 1807 a fifth class, for inferior mil- .itary grades, was added. It is con- Iferred upon those who display their ‘herolsm in capturing a fortress or n. vessel. and also for cons icuous pres« ence. of mind, or for suci counsel as may lead to victory. / ; France's impotnous soldiers for acâ€" ; complishing notable acts of bravery are l rewarded by the cross of the Legion of Honor, now ‘ | THE ONLY FRENCH ORDER, I iNapoleon established it as the order ‘of “the Eagle" when he was first _consul. This order has consisted. of ’three classes~lcgionaircs, rand offi- cers and commanders. Ilu‘ after the coronation of Napoleon 1., July 14, 1804, the first class was subdivided in‘ to "Knights of the Grand Eagle" and “Grand Officers." Prior to the couâ€" cordpt with Rome. in 1806, the cross, in reality a star, was so named. but afâ€" terward the decoration was described as a "cross." The Eagle. already dc- signated a cross. now bore the name of the Order of the Holy Ghost, the effigy of Henry IV., being placed in. the cen- -trc. There have been many: lllOllifiUt- lions of llm, Cross or. Star. The flour- de-lis, between. the rays of the star, \\ we replaced in 1839 by double lanch draped with the tricolor. Napoleon lll. restored the imperial charimlcr of the order. but it has since been modiâ€" fied by the republican government. It. has been freiucnlly remarked as n. ’prrmf of the elasticity of the Legion of Honor order that in 1845 there were not. fewer than 50,227 "l.egil.4'mixl,.u." in possession of the decoration. In Maj. l.awrem-eâ€"Archor'H work on "Orders of Chivalry," the following particulars regarding the iron Cross of Germany are quoted “from a high official source:" "The lmn Cross is of two classes. and a (lrand Cross. It was founded March 10, 1813. by Frederick William “1., and restricted to the campaign of IBIS-l5. It has. however. been maintained by various royal enactmch and was again revich and conferred during the B‘rananermzin war ms :1 Cross of Hon- or. It rewarded heroic. actions in Hm cause of the fatberbind, and is not con- fined to time of war; and. its unique «interior regulations are arkniniston-d l by the Council General of Orders. which lapportionu its pensions and indict-Ans fits privileges." 3 distinction. _ ..... A FRESH SUPPLY. Have you the inspiration of the muses to-day! asked the caller of the attic poet. No. but I‘ve sent out for a quart. GROUND FOE. ANGER ‘Why did the swim get. so angry at that saucy drake? The impertinent. m cuffed in: Rubberneek. i