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A Life’s Mvsterv- It seemed to him that it must be a. sinister fate that had flung this girl across his path. For her mother, Madeline Mountfort, was the woman who had wrecked the purest possibilities and fairest prospects of his ‘ life; and Basil l’enrevis was the man whose name the world had coupled with; hers some two or three years before Glen- cairn had fallen her victim. Of the exis- tence of a childâ€"whom Penrevis. had he lived, perchance might have cared for. but who, as things were, was probably left, a poor little unacknowledged waif and stray of humanity, solitarily free to drift where. ever the waves might toss itâ€"Glencairn had once heard by a random tale, but until now he had never known wnether it had lived or died, and had probably forgotten all concerning it. He had cut all memories and thoughts of Madeline Mountfort adrift from his life for ever; her sorrows and sins were nothing more to him; the news of her death had cost him no fresh pain. He had done with that part, trampled it down, and buried it deep under the dust of years. a A, L_-_r _-.:I But now the grave seemed to heave and stir. Her ghost arose from the tomb. Her daughter was here under the same roof with him, and the curse of her moth~ er’e dangerous beauty had descended upon her. Glencairn was misled in his estimate of Zora by his memory of her mother. This was not unnatural; he saw the striking resemblance of face. the similarity of soft alluring looks and accents, and did not see that in Zora’s real nature her mother had little part. She was the true daughter of easy-going. good-natured, soft- hearted.weak-minded BasilPenrevxs. Hers was a character made up of impulses and affections, quite free from cruelty, trea- chery, or coarseness. and only deceiving where timidity and self-preservation impel- led her to deceive. IV“ ......- _..V. 011 this night when Glencsirn est brood- ing over his own morbid memories and fancies, Zora. too sat awake and dreaming with open eyes. gazing across the moonlit terrace into the purple shadows of the hills. Duke had found an opportunity of saying, as he bsdI. her good night. ---,,1 on. uv .4“... - u.. D ..... a “Do no forget our compact of friend shi_p. W9 mugggever 139 strangers again.‘ ,.__ â€".__ l.:_L-â€".-. It was but little of her own history, of her own loneliness, of Gleneairn or his singular conversation with her, that she was dreaming now. Duke was the chief and central object of her reverie, and all other things seemed to revolve round him, and had a place in her mind now only in relation to him. She envied Luli. not maliciously, for malice was not in her, but sadly and discontentcdly. She envied her even her father, for although Zora did not like Glencairn, yet she could not fail to see that Luli was the apple of his eye, and that to this one creature whom he seemed to love he was unseltishly devoted. The influence he had over Zora was rather of the repellent than the attractive kind, and she. although vaguely interested in him, especially since their conversation of that evening, would always prefer his absence (0 his presence. and breathed more freely when he was not looking at her. Still she could not understand that it was possible the very influence which repelled her might attract others; and without going so far as to hold that any father was better than none, she decidedly thought that Luli‘s destiny as Glencairn‘s daughter was a hap- pier one than her own doubly orphaned loneliness. Then Luli had Duke Mayburne, her own legitimately-plighted and openly- aflianced lover. And thinking of him, Zora’s eyes filled with uncalled for tears, and the distant outlines of the hills wavered alrlid grew vague and misty as she gazed on t em. "W‘- ., n' grudge me hlfl friendship. 110 said we must never be strangers again. No he cannot be a stranger; he is not a. stranger to me. Whom have I ever met like him? Why should I deny myselfe friend ?â€"~I, who have so few ‘3 We will be friends!" And repeating to herself softly "Friends!“ she sighed. and the uncalled for tours brimmed over and fell last. her breast heaved with low and stifled Bobs, " He said we would befriends.” she mur- mured. " But then‘ Luliâ€"uhl Luli is». hap ygirIEâ€"so happy that she ueednot mu ge me his friendship. 110 said we ‘Twas near the break 0! day, but still The moon was shining bright? ; The west wind as it DBSBBJ t e ewere bet each one sway ng lightly ; The sentry slow paeed to and r0, A Inithiul night-watch keeping. While in the tents behind him stretched His comradesâ€"ail were sleeping. Slow to and fro the lentrhpaeed, His musket on his shou er. But note thought 01 death or war Was with the brave young soldier. Ah, nol his heart was iar away, Where, on a western prairie, A rose~twined cottage stood. That night The counter-sign was " Mary." And there his own true love he saw, Her blue eyes kindly beaming; Above them. on her sun-kissed row, Her curle like sunshine gleaming, And heard her singing. as she churned The butter in the dairy, The song he lewd the best. That night The countersign was " Mary." “ Oh for one kiss from her ! " he signed, When up the lone rond glancing, He spied a form, 11 little form. With felt'ring steps advancing. And as it neat-ed him silently He gazed at it in wonder ; Then droyped his musket [U his hand, And challenged : “ Who goes yonder ? " Still on it. came. “ Not one step more. Be you man. child or fairy. Unless you give the countersign. Holt! Who goes there? " " ’Tis Mary," A sweet voice cried. and in his arms The girl he'd left. behind him Half fuinting fell. O'er many miles She'd bravely toiled to tind him. “ I heard that you were wounded, dear." She sobbed; " my heart was breaking; I could not stay a moment, but, All other ties forseking, I travelled, by my grief made strong, Kind heaven watching o'er me, Untilâ€"unhurt end well?" “ Yes, love." “â€"At last you stoodbefore mo. " They told me that I could not pass The lines to seek my lover Before day fairly came ; but I Pressed on ere night was over. And as I told my name I found The way free as our prairie." " Because. thanlgb‘od! ltgnight," he said, The Counleulun “an “Instr." “ The countersigu is ‘Mun". â€"Margaret E yilngc. and she wept. bitter] . who had no cause to weep. save that a e, “ having so few triepds,’_’ had gained quotper. Yet. by a secret instinct. stifled dee down in her heart, that forboded an warned in vain, she knew that, had she that day made an enemy, she had had less cause for weeping. Alas, how easily things go wrong! A sigh too innc ) or u kiss too long, And there follows a. mistsnll n weeping rain. And things are nova the same again â€"MA DONALD. In this way, und under the guise of friendship. the understanding between Duke Mnyburne and Zorn Brown began, an understs uding built upon inconsistency and disloyal' y. and masking itself in false colors 1mm the day that it first. arose. They Cu it'd thorns» Ives “ frien:ls"â€" friends who dared not acknowledge their friend- ship, whose every inletvie“! was ustolen one, WhOwe every look or word together was snatched with risk and danger. who trod daily on a. po Ider mine that- lnighb explode and blow their hollow pretence of “ friend- ship" to the skies in a. flash. Still, hollow and poor as the "-retence was, and conscious as they botn in their hearts were of its hollowness, it yet served the purpose of a- defence, not H) much against others as against themselves. While the name of friendship was kept up between them it was a certain safeguard. They needed no other rampart against the opinions of others than their own care and caution, safely intrenched behind which they carried on from day to day an under- standing which, innocent enough in itself, became It cowardice and a. wrong by its secrecy and the false assumption on which it was founded. Prudence and conscience alike held Duke ‘ Mayburne back from betraying by word or ; look in the presence of others his interest in Zora. Prudence showed him clearly that it would be madness to allow his admi- ration and interest. warm as they were, to lead him into any manifestation that might cause a difiiculty with the Glencairns, and possibly bring on a breakage of the engage- ment between himself and’ Luli. Con- science, stronger even than prudence, told him, in very plain language. that he would be a scoundrel if he allowed his fickle fancy for abeautiful face to endanger the peace and happiness of the pure, true-hearted girl who loved and trusted him. Then his real affection for Luli came to the assist-‘ ance of prudence and conscience, stronger, perhaps, than either. He could not help being fascinated by Zora; he could not resist her influence; but he loved Luli ;very dearly ; and Luli was to be his Wife and he honestly meant to be true to her, and to keep his friendship with Zora. strictly within friendly limits. This secret flirtation. miscalled friend- ship. was all the more dangerous because Duke was not by habit or nature one of the wolves known as male flirts; he did not belong to the tribe whose easily trans- ferred attentions are alwaysrenderingsome one woman or another conspicuous. who are perpetually playing the role of lover, treasuring a golden tress to-day and a dark one to-morrow. All men. from boyhood to old age. all artists especially. are flirts to the extent of preferring a fair young face to a middle-aged plain one. liking to dance with the girl who has the lightest step. and talk to the girl who listens with the most responsive eyes, and when an attractive partner for the dance or for con- versation is found. being in‘ no hurry to quit her side. Duke was no more than this. His fancy. though it roved now from ‘his true love, was not an errant fancy as a rule; and this its first wanderings was thus more perilous. He had hitherto played very lightly the game of flirtation, and had never burnt his fingers yet. But the fire burning now was one that was dangerous to play with; and he knew it, and yet hovered around it, nearer and nearer; and could not withdraw himself from the light that allured and warned. If he was enthralled against his will by Zora, she was equally enthralled by him, and she found it as impossible to repel his influence as he to resist hers. For her perhaps there was more excuse to be made than for him. for she was free, and he was plighted; and whereas he was disloyal. she only permitted and passively countenanced his disloyalty. Zora was a creature of impulses, not of principles. IIer impulses were generally good; but had an evil impulse assailed her. there was no prin. ciple in her nature that would have risen armed to defy it. She could make resolutions, but not keep them; she could see that certain faults were black and ugly, and certain virtues fair and beautiful. but she was very likely to miss. take a picturesquely dressed and gracefully draped fault for a virtue; and had no clear sense of right or wrong beyond the percep~ tion of ugliness in bare and unveiled sins, and of beauty in virtues of a self evident and attractive kind. There was a great deal of good in Zora, nothing that was evil, and much that was weak. Her facile. yielding. sympathetic nature caught the tone of those she loved. in their heroisms as well as in their failings. and had Duke been as strong as he was clear-sighted. and as resolute to draw back from his hazard- ous secret bond of friendship as he was conscious of its risk and its wrong, it is probable that Zora would have risen to the occasion, would have drawn from him the strength to part from him, and would have broken free from the perilously sxvcet friendship which was winding them in meshes day by day more dillicult to break. But under its present poor pretence, under the flimsy veil no thinly disguising its true colors, it could not. last. It did not last. The October moon had been in its early crescent when the compact of so-ealled friendship was entered into; the October moon was barely at its full when the veil was suddenly torn down and the tattered lust rugs and fragments of it cant away. They were in the garden together, they two alone. Kate and Luli had oval-walked them- selves on a long ramble that day. and Wore in the house resting. Mr. and Mrs. Craven and Gloncairn. Who were not. tired, had gone out on an evening stroll. Duke was supposed also to be out, on a solitary pore- grmation In tho environs of the Villa, but. while Zora was in the garden, he did not 300K V. THUNDER IN THE AIR. CHAPTER XV". care to extend his explorations beyond the garden-paths. , They were sitting under an acacia tree at some distance from the terrace ; and it happened that some turn of the converse.- tion on poetry led Duke to quote the well- known lines of Lovelace’sâ€"lines applicable enou h in some moOde of his to himself that fie might have been and ought to have been. rather than to the sell he wasâ€"â€" lines which as he spoke them aloud to Zora shot through him, with a painful thrill, the sense of contrast between what he would be and what Nature or Fate had made him. Yet this lnconstuncy is such As thou too shalt adore; I could not love thee, dosr. so much. Loved I not honor more! For a moment they were both silent struck with the some thought, dreaming both with a. momentary im also that they could be strong enough for ionor's sake to shake hands and part, and let this delight- ful, dangerous friendship drop forever. But from that moment's impulse, the buck. wave of a. stronger reaction came upon Duke and carried him sway. He saw Zom’s lovely lips quiver, and her dark eyes droop; he forgot all but her, and spoke impetuously his first words of open disloy- alty to his betrothed. '; Zora. it is not true! I do not love honor better than youâ€"I love you more than bong}: \ylly did we meet so late ?" ,A ,II nn __-._.. “Why did we ever meet at all?” mur- mured Zora, in tremulous tones of deep distress. “Are you sorry we have met? he whis- pered. with a sort of passionate defiance of control. a desperate flinging away of all scruples as to fidelity and loyalty, although he felt he flung away the stronger and better part of his nature yvithfhem'. “ Yesâ€"I am sorryâ€"it is only pain." she began falteriugly, agitatedly, and paused with a. little sobbing breath, as if tears took her voice away. “ If you are sorryâ€"if it is only pain,” he said repeating her words gloomily, and drawing back the arm which he had flung round her waist. Zora‘s breast heaved; she breathed short and brokenly, and then turning to him with a flash of passion in her look and tone that broke startlingly through her habitual dreamy, timid soft' ness. she said, " I am not sorry! I can never be sorry! I have buen_happy gome.vv_lla.t‘r1_1‘g.y!" ‘,,L -...v.. vv___V“J, Duke had never klssed her hitherto; but now her lovely face- was upturned to his; her tempting, perfect lips so near to his !â€" Iu that first long kiss Luli was forgotten, Zorn. was all the world. Friendship was never more mentioned between Duke and Zora; that fragile barrier was down forever. Duke was fast in the nets of the enohantress now; yet it would scarcely be true to say that his love for Luli had given place to his love for Zora. The new love had not slain the old; the old love strove and would not yield; but his heart was now a battle-field where two loves struggled in perpetual conflict, where once one love. purer, truer, more ennobling than this its rival passion, had reigned alone. It must be said, not in justification, but in excuse, of Zora, that she did not attempt to avail herself of her influence over Duke to induce him to dissolve, or to provoke a dissolution of his engagement to Luli. She would have shrunk from openly robbing Luli of her happiness in the present and her hopes in the future, although she daily stole from her some portion of the love that should have been lavished on Luli undivided. Zora was alone in the world. and penniless; her only probable chance of happiness and independence was in mar. riage ; and: she loved Duke. There was some temptation in all these circumstances to lead her to endeavor to separate Duke and Luli, and seek to become his wife her- self. But this temptation did not assailheri strongly. There was an ugly aspect of} treachery and cruelty in the idea thatl repelled her. She knew that Luli loved‘ Duke, and that her own clear duty was to‘ break off her clandestine acquaintance; with him at once, and leave him to return; to his original allegiance, as, if left alone,‘ he probably would do. She was not strong1 enough for this; but she could not coolly; contemplate robbing Luli entirely, abso-‘ lutely and for ever. of the lover whom she saw, with self.reproachful pain, that Luli‘ trustfully and blindly loved. Sheintended one day to part from him, and then his whole heart would return to his lawful. plighted love, and they two would marry and be happy, and she would live lonely, and treasure the memory of Duke, and probably die an old maid, if she did not break her heart before. This was Zora‘s idea; her plans for the future went no further than parting from Duke “one day," and mourning him all her life. But that "one day"â€"wheu would it come? How far off in the future was the day when they were to say good by? Not yet â€"uot just yet. Day after day she would say “Not yet," until it should be too late, perhaps. Meanwhile their mutual love was so well concealed that only one person entertained the slightest suspicion of it. If Luli ever fancied that Duke seemed absent, or cold, or fitful in his moods, she was far from attributing the real reason to it. If she ever wished that she had Duke ”all to herself," and that Zora and Kate were not so frequently drawn into their group, she crushed the thought down as a piece of silly. frivolous jealousy, alike unwarthy of her and her idol, who must on no account be suspected or found fault with. And Duke, through this very self-reproach. and the consciousness that he was wrongiug his Contiding and unsuspicious betrothed, was by turns very affectionate to her or rather silent and absent. When he was affection. am, she adored him. When he was silent. Hllo imagined ho was tired or unwell, and potted him unobtrusively and quietly, and minted him even more. The one person who suspected that Duke and Zorn felt more interest in each other thunweg compatible with loyalty to Luli was Luli‘s father. And he suspected it more because Zorn was her mother‘s (laughterâ€"because she was so like that mother,becauso he fancied he traced in her an hereditary tendency to allure and betray. than for any other reason. Duke and 7.0m were so cautious in their man- ners. met so rarely and so carefully, that it was not by reason, but by instinct. that (llenceirn suspected their interest; and not through shrewdness of perception, but His was the perilous tendency to ”let things dritt." not through idleness or weak- ness, but through a gloomy. passive fatal- ism. to allow the waves to hear him wherever they would. to told his hands and watch without striving to combat the .broodiug storm.to laugh at the efforts of {those who struggle to avoid their destiny, ito deem all such struggles vain. and to yield a sullen and savagely stoical acqui- escence to every decree o! Fate. , , He was never very equable in his mantle, and did not appear more moody than usual . now. Zora. always felt uneasy in his presence; and being in eel! defence coin. ! pelled to deceive, us she was. bhe could mis- ; represent. and conceal and phrase falsehoods to all the world beside, more eueily and serenely than ehe could utter the smallth 4 evasion to Glencairn. through superstition. that he trusted hia own inatinet. and watched and waited. but said no word. Then. too. it was not so much the present an the future that he dreaded. and dreaded in it not so much the allurementa o! a woman or the weakneea of a man as the warhinga of 1"_ate. 1th rdou'b like Glencairn. Zora, I see," said Kate confidently one fin}. _ _ ” No. I do not. care much for him dear," admitted Zorn. “ Well. now. I like him," continued Kate. “ But, upon my word. I am more than half afraidof him. If he were to tell me tOJump into the lake and swim across I shouldn't like to refuse him. Scratch the Russian, you know, and you find the Tartar. That always reminds me of Gleneairn ; if you were to scratch his eurluce civilization, you would find the savage. I hope he'll never want to marry any unlucky woman who doesn’t like him; for I believe if he fixed his eyes upon her and commanded her to accept him, the poor thing would be bound to say meekly ‘ Yee.’ Thank goodness. he’ll never want to marry you or me, Zora. But why don’t you like him ?" “ I never could hear people with eyes of different. colors," said Zora. “ When Mr. Glencairn fixes his one light gray eye and his one dark brown eye upon me, in fairly makes me shudder.” " Oh, you are a. funny girl, Zora! not dating to touch a poor harmlessdxonest dog I and to find anything to shudder M in my dear old Glencairn, Tartarras he is." Duke also expreséed to Zora. Ins opinion of Glencalrn. “I regard him in some lights as a fine specimen of the Noble Savage." he said. "All the ordinary princrples of civilized morality, the codes of modern society, do not oxrst for him. Other men have studied such principles, and flung them aside; have been once bound by orthodox rules, and broken free from them. But Glen- cairn has never broken free, for he has never been bound; he has looked on at other men’s codes and principles, has seen the standards of society,but has never flung them aside because he has never belonged to them. He lives in a. world of his own, a. world far behind and apart from the pre- sent one; a grand old fellow in some points, but weaker than a civilized child in his superstitions. He is strangely different fromâ€"” nun-J -u-..“ Some of us are blind through cowardice; ' some of us, perhaps those most physically gbmve. even most intellectually (luring. are I more] cowards before that one truth. We dare not. uncover the face of our (lead affections. We dare not brave the fact that Love is dead, nor face the death of Love with regretlul but unqualh’ng eyes. Duke broke off. with sudden cloud upon his face. He had never mentioned Luli‘s name to Zora, and felt horribly guilty as that name had nearly fallen from his lips now; and Zora, with ready tact. hastened to change the subject. These two were not " hardened sinners” by any means. On the surface of their thoughts they might have alleged to them- selvesâ€"not to each other, for to each other they never spoke directly of herâ€"but in self communions they might have alleged that their harmless flirtation and romance was no real wrong to Luli. In the self- defence of each heart to its own conscience, they might each have pleaded that what she did not know could be no pain nor grief to her, and that “ it would end some day.” But to the depths of their souls these light and hollow pleas never sank. In those depths, below the frothy bubbles of self- defence and self-excuse that rose upon the surface they knew their wrong to her who knew it not. Zora hated to be alone with Luli. or to meet the clear steady look of Luli's trustful confiding eyes; and Duke one day once pack- ed away in the most out-ofâ€"the-way corner of his baggage, in haste and anger as if he could pack away scruplea out of his con- science too, his favorite volume of “ J anon." because each time he opened it the pages. as if in malice and warning. would part at. the words. 0 wavering traitor! still unsatisfied 2 O Ialse betrayer of the love so tried! and the passages that follow seemed full of foreboding. And sometimes when he looked in Zora‘s enchanting and alluring eyes, it seemed to him that the story of Jason was reversed, and'that it was Medea. the sorceress who was luring him away from Glance, the guileless and pure. Luli had no suspicion of her lover's inconstancy. no idea that the oft told tale was being enacted again. She was unsus- picious, not on account either 0! the slug- gishness of instinct rising from lack of heart, or of the dullness of perception springing from lukewarmness of love. but because she had not studied human nature enough to learn to doubt it. In that hard soboolwhere, the later We begin to learn the more bitter the fruit of the tree of knowledge tastes, Luli was a beginner who had‘barely learned the rudiments. ,:L_. ., ..... - ”mm" - MW Of the innate changeability of some natures that yet are affectionate and sin- cenz, of tho self-evident truth that the secret of fidelity lies lose in the merit of the beloved than in the temperament of the loving. and that the words of love which rangao true at first may come to fall with a. false and hollow jar upon the ourâ€"she Wee ignorant en a chilq {is yet. , AA.4_-II.. A...‘ .. ......... , .-.V__-w _,e n The fact that constancy is not of necessity a component part of a. nature passionate and affectionate, nay. even of a. nature tender and sincere, had not been forced upon her knowledge. She was in the fresh morning faith which never doubts that that which is sincere must be enduring. that the passion genuine at Christmas will still existgenuine in June. \ nu“ -2 _....A u an - uvnwuv “u .â€" -â€" She ignored tllesoutjhviiriéai hnturally and simply through blind belief, and not, will- lull y throggh cowguxlicpn ‘ ,1 ,A,*-_J:--‘ We cannot, do it. We huny Love into its grave. and heap the earth high over it. and pretend that. it never existed ; we burn all relics of it. we turn our eyes away from it, and wince it a. tufie hand (rud_e and harsh as pure maiden Truth. udwud to Mercy. must. over seem to uu). bursts open the grave. and bid» us look upon the cofliued love. and remember thug it lived. Or else. in another and a commoner torm o! weakness. 8. Weakness of more tender and amiable natures. we, still unable to (ace the feet that Love is dead, pretend that It has never died. We clothe the deed in garments 01 every day, we keep it " In its habit as it lived"; and ignore its death in blindness as willful as those others who ignore that it ever existed. The {our younger members of the party are rumbling along the shore of the lake. Duke and Luli walking first, Kate and Zora followingâ€" Zorn lingering discreetly. and engaging Kate in conversation. 7 717.0% i}; so full of tact. and delicacy. plays a third on occasion so beautifully. everybody any. " What say you t5 B. row, Luli ?" observes Duke, pausing by the bout with the flying flag, The day is wearing on toward evening: the sun declining from the zenith burns larger. brighter. intense: as he ninku down the western path. On the yellow bhOl‘O two or three boats are pulled up; under their keela the water is lapping in tiny transparent, ripples on the rounded shimug pebbles. "It would be delig httul!" she replies, thinking uevertheiese, deep down in her inmost. heart, that. it. would be even more delightful if they two were alone. " \Vhab do you say. Muss Craven ? Let. us collect votes," coutiuuen Duke. looking back to Kate and Zorn. who were now com- ing up with them. “ Yes. by all means !" cries Kate; “ it seems the correct thing here to go for a row on every possible opportunity. What‘s the good of a. lake if we don’t row on it? Let. us go." 5 ___- “_ 0V Zora gives no vote, but it is a matter of course that whatever pleases the teat of the party will please Zora. So the boat- man is summoned, and the hire of the boat is arranged; but at this stage of the pro- ceedings Kate suddenly turns a look of alarm on Luli’e attire. and exclaims posi- tivelyâ€" “ \Ve shall all get into hot water if Luli goes on the lake at. this time of day with- out any shawl. I would not face the irate father on any consideration if we let her do it.” Duke ia not delighted at this reminder; but he disguises his impulse of impatience admirably, and in looks like only a. lover's natural anxiety and reproach as he saysâ€" “ Really, Luii, it is the bad of you t6 come out soithinly cl_ad these aut_1_1_mu days}: "Nonsense! nonsense !” replies Luh, lightly. and hurriedly, hating to be made a fuss over. “I shau’t be cold. Come along!" and she hastens to step into the boat. “Will you wait five minutes for me?” exclaima Zora. eagerly. "Do, please ! I'll be back in about five minutes. And it; would spoil all our pleasure if you caught cold." And away Zora runs up the path toward the villa, light-footed as a deer. Luli remon- strating and endeavoring to detain her, Kate nodding approvingly after Zora and in her turn detaining Luli, who seems desi- rous of giving chase. “ Zora runs about six times as fast. as you do," Kate observes, philosophically. “and she will be back before you had got panting up to the terrace." Luli glances at Duke, and perceives intu- itively that something has vexed himâ€"she knows not what. She would rather face the bitterest northeaster that ever blew. at the risk of coughing herself intoaconsump- tiOn. than vex him; and a distressed flush suffuses her cheek. r"r"-"--â€"o-4 “ Or would your Majesty graciously please to repose on that bank? or what can your humble servants do to amuse your most Imperial Highness during these tedious five minutes of waiting ?” exclaima Kate gaily. in her clear, high voice. clasp- ing her hands with a. burlesque humility and anxiety. “ Shall we walk on a little further.Duke? or would you like to take our places In the boat ?” she asks lookmg up at. him brightly, propifiatinglx. With a. half timid smile. A French investigator, M. Delaunay. finds from experiments upon himself that the character of his dreaming may be con- trolled by stimulating various portions of the brain by means of heat. By covering his forehead with a layer of wadding he gets sane. intelligent dreams. He has also experimented on modes of lying. which favor the flow of blood to particular parts. increasing their nutrition and functional activity. He has observed that the dreams he has while lying on his back are sensorial. variegated,luxurious. Those experienced when on the right side are mobile. full of exaggeration. absurd. and refer to old matters; but those produced when on the left side are intelligent and reasonable. and relate to recent matters; in these dreams one often speaks. These observations may be correct so far as M. Delaunay is con cerned ; but most people who venture to lie on their back, especially after eating. are apt to find their dreams anything but luxurious. Here inn. good joko,originalin its way. from the provinces. Stationmnstor to auspicious-looking lady (aged) who 1mg just. entered a. compartmentâ€"“Are you first-class, ma‘am?" Aged ladyâ€"“'Yes, thank you how are you, sir ?” INSTITUTION (ESTABLISHED ”I74 4 QUEEN STREET RANT. 'I‘lfli 0h’l‘ NERVOUS DEMLITY, Rheumatism, lmmo iinok Neuraigia, Paralysis and all hivornml Gin-a Complaints immediately raiiovml and lmrnm nont cured by using them lint/1‘8, lmrvl) AND NSOLEH a Circulars and Commutation Flt mm: DJ OITLNLALN"S ELEC TRIO BEL? All. take the season and have done! Love well tho hour and lot ipgu 'l‘lw. Reuulmlou ol Dreaming. CHAPTER XVIII. (To be continued.) â€"S'w1.\'nun:~'£.