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in the drawing room, Winifredenqngedinth'e feminineamusementofjcastingadmiriug glan« cesjat herown walls, and Hugh poring over a serious-looking book, “'inlired lanoed over him suddenly with a sigh, an murmured half aloud : “ After all, really I don’t think much of it." " Much of what i” Hugh asked, still bending ovor the book he was anxiously con- Initizeg. “ by, of that gourd I brought home from town yesterds . You know Mrs. Walpole’s got a gfur in her drawing-room ; and every time went into the Vicarage i said to myself: “ Oh, how level it is l How exquisitei How foreign-look ngl If only Lhad a gourd likefthat, new, I think life would be really endurable. It gives the last touch of art to the picture. Our new drawing-room would look just perfection with such a gourd as hers to finish the wall with." Well, I saw the exact counterpart of that very flourd the day before yesterday at a shop in end street. I bought it. and brought it home with exceedin great joy, I thought I should then be qu to happy. I hung it up on the wall to try, this morning. And sitting here all evening looking at it with my head first on one side and then on the other, I’ve said to myself a thousand times over : ‘ It doesn't look one bit like hits. Walpole's. After all, I don't know that I'm so much happier, now I’ve During the whole of the next Week, the Squire and a strange artisan, whom he had specially imported by rail from London, went much about together by day and night through the grounds at Whitestrand. A certain air of mystery hung over their joint proceedings. The strange artisan was a skilled Workman in the en ineering line, he told the people at the Fis erman's Rest, where he had taken a bed for his stay; in the village 3 and indeed sundry books in his kit bore out the statementâ€"weird books of a scientific and diagrammatic character, choirc-iul of formula; in Greek lettering“ which seemed not unlikely to be connccted‘ with hydrostatics, dynamics, tri onomctry, and mechanics, or any other aqua y abstruse and uncanny subject, not wholly alien to neoromancy and‘witehcraft. It was held at Whitestrand by these best able to form an opinion in 'such dark questions, that the new importation was “ summat in the elec- trio way ;" and it was certainly matter of plain fact, patent to all observers equally, that he did in very truth fix up an elaborate lightelngconductor oi the latest pattern to the newly thrown-out gable-end at what had once been i‘ii-ie‘s window. It was Elsie's window still to Iiugh : let him twist it and turn it and alter it as he Would, he feared it would never, never cease to be Elsie‘s window. But in the domain at large, the intelligent " \Vell, surely, Winifred," he crié‘d at last after a long ease, "you think them other lines good, on't you 2- And when like some fierce whirlwind through the llnd. The wrethiul Teuton swept, he only dared To hope and not when every heart and hand, Bu: his «lone, despair-e .” " My dear Hugh," Winifred nnuwered candidly, “ don't you see in your own heart that all this sort of thing may be very well in itfl own way, but it isn't originalâ€"it isn’t inspiration ; it isn‘t the true uored fire : it’s Only an echo. Echoes do admirably for the young beginner ; but in a men of your ageâ€"for you are gettin on nowâ€"we expect something native and i 03 ncrntio.-â€"I think Mr. Hetheriey called it id oeyncratlo.'â€"â€"You ‘ know Mr. Hetherley said to me once you‘ would never be a t. You have too good ‘ a memory. “ \ henever Musinger rim; down at hie desk to write about anything,” he said in his ulet way, “he remembers such a rieot 0d of excellent things other people ave written about the some sub eat, that he‘s absolutely inonpnbie of or glu- nlity.” And the more I see of your poetry, door, the more do I nee that Mr Hetherley was rightâ€"r ht beyond question. You’re . clever enoug , but you know you're not originnl." At the ward, Hui}: flung down 3113 manu- Icript in a he: on t o ound with a. strong- ,er ex rouiun $ an Win rod had over before hear {all from his Hrs. “ I but. the poplar I" he said angri y ; " I detect the poplar I I won’t have the poplar I Nothing on .oart‘h will Induce me be sit by the pop. In- 9’ That evening,“ the not together liteutly In the drzming room. ln|fred envngodlnthe feminine amusementofloutingedmlring glam cesiat her on walls, and Hugh poring over a serious-looking book, “'tnlfred lanoed over him suddenly with a sigh, an murmured half nloutl : “ After all, really I don’t think much of it." “How cross you are I" Winifred cried with a frown. " You jump at me as if you'd snap my head off I And all just became I didn’t like your venomâ€"Very well than ; I’ll o and sit there alone.-â€"I om amuse myao f, for‘unately, without your help. I've got Mr. Hathefloy’s clever articloin this mgth’a Confemporafy. Hugh answered her never a. sin 1e word. 630 such a knock-down blow as t at, any answer at: all is clearly lmposslble. He onl muttered acmethlng very low to himsef about unstin one'a pearls before some ores- ‘ture imudib e. Presently, Winifred 3 aka again. “Lot’- go out," she said, rising mm the sofa, " and aibAby‘ ‘the aca‘onjhefgobs o! the pppitr." ' 11th bit hi. Up in bitber silence. The criticism wu many times worse than hush; it: was true ; and he knew it. But 3 crabb- fnl critic Is the‘moet gal-Ling 9f 51! thing} ...-â€". .. r... “Think 1" Wlmfred answered. "Why, I think, Hugh, that if Swinburne had never written his Ode to Victor Hugo. you would never have written that Funeral Much for year preeic unGEnxbettaf: Our own Republic stretch her arms again To raise tin warping daughters of Aimee, Anal lead thee homo, Lorraine. " Well, what. do you think 01 mm, Win- nie 1'” he asked at last triumphantly, with the .air at a mu: who has. trotted out his boat w.u--horso for public in: eccion, and has no [air of the 66ch he is par uolng. Hugh took no notice of her interoelery criticism. 'IIe went. on with ten or twelve shuns more of the same bombastic, would- be sublime oharucber, and wound up at In.“ in thunderoun tonne with a prophetic out- burst M to the imagined career of tome future Gemlntmâ€"hlmaelf possibly: “ He stilidshall guide Ill towud 'the «ll-tent no ,- Calm with‘uuerrlng tact our week alarms; Train all our youth in will 0‘ manly armn, . And knit our elrce in unit of soul; Till buradzzilron here an ggtoa of hues _ ngh turned over hie pope" for the piece “by request,” mud utter Iome leaching mongquiruu and sheet», came at hut upon 3 deamwrlnou copy of hi: immortal threlody. Ho began reading ouo the In- gubriou lines in n uufioienfly mudloue end lepnlohral voloo. Winifred letenod with «role-e utwmion, u :o o matter 1min worthy bur unbltme consideration. Hugh cleared hi» thron and rang out magnllo- quently: “She one once more u n herenolent throne, The hit republic our studio“ vows ; A. Phryghn bonnet binds 'hor \queenly brown; Athwart her neck herknottod halril blown. A hundred «itiu nestle in her lap, Girt round their unholy look: with mural “OWE. ‘ The folds of her imperial robe enmp A thoneond leuur towns." ‘ “ Mural crown" in goed,’ 'Winifred mur- mured satirioolly: ‘lt mmlndsone‘io vividly of the stone statues In the vBloce de lo Con- " End nus Gamcut." Winifred aid with gal» imperiumaow. “ I'll no if 4 like an: any better dun ‘11 this Ioolio m‘underlng Philoogphy.” _ THE" [Hm (HATER XXVIlLâ€"(Coumuwa SUNSHINE AND SHADE. CHAPTER XXIX.~â€"Aocmnm WILL En. thawâ€"Ho sh'ook his {in angrily at the offend- ing tree. “ You shall pay for it, my friend," he muttered low Bub hoarse between his clenched teeth. You ahan’t have nuny more chances of frightening me I” As he rose frorn the desk, he glanced half involuntarily out of the study window. It pointed south. The moon was shining full on the water. That hateful poplar stared him straight in the face, as toll and gaunt and immovable as ever. 011 its roots, e we- man in a white dress was eteudin ,looking out over the angry see, as Elsie ad stood, for the twinkling of an eye, on that terrible evening when he lost her for over. One ee- cond, the fig ht sent a shiver: through his frame, then he leug bed to himself, the next, for his oundless 8terror. How childish I How" In entile i It was the gerdner' a wife, in her light print frock, looking out to see for her boy‘ a smack, overdue, no doubtâ€"for Charlie was A fishermanâ€"But it was intol- erehle that he. the Squire of Whiteetrmd, should he subjected to such horrible turns eel As soon as she was gone, Hugh rose from his chair and walked slowly into hi! own study, Gordon's “ Electricity " was still in ’hia hand, and his finger pointed to that in criminuting passage. He mt down at tho alopiug desk and wrote a ahor: note to 0. Well known firm of scientific Instrument makers whole address he had copied a. week b: [are from the advertisement sheet of “ thure." GEETLEMKX- Please forward me to the above address, at your earliest convenience. our most powariul form of Ruhmk oxlI nduction Coil, with aeooudary wiresactaclx- ed, for which cheque will be sent in full on receipt of invoice or retail price listâ€"Faith- fully yours, _ HUGH Mmemoxn, “'iuifrad took up a bedroom candle and lighted it quietly without. a word.’1‘heu sho weab up to muao in her own bedroom over her new gourd and other disillusionment). .3 " But ‘Mr. Hathcrley said to ma once: you would never be a poet,” Hugh reputed with smile, exactly mimicking. Winifred'e quer _ous little voice and manner. " As m own wife doesn’t consider mo a poet, “'im- fred, I shall ventdro to do is I like myself about my privatize propgrty.” “Conductors! Fiddle-ticks!" Winifred answered in a breath. with wliely promp- ‘titude. “Li htning never hurt the house yet, but :it's nol going to begin hurting is now, just because an‘ Im- mortal Poet with a lad for electricity has come to live and compose at Whitestmnd. If anything, it ought to go the other way. Bards, you know, are exempt from thundor- bolts. Didn't you read me the lines your- self, ‘God'e lightnings spared, they-said, Alone the holicr head, Whose laurels screened it,’ or something to that (ff-3cm} You're all right, you see. Poets can nevcr‘ get‘ajrnch _I foamy." _ ‘ Hugh hoaimued. tud mama! half inclined for a mnmont to uhuu iho book with a bang nnd hide ii away from her. Then he made up his mind with 3 fresh reooivo to branch it out. “Gordon‘mElcctu‘cit and Hagmtism,” 'hatnuwerodhuieuy, so um «had us pouible, holding the volume half-cloned with his fore‘ finger at the p30 he had jun hunted up" “ [lm_"n\ Inbaâ€"Aglnfl -5 .. ..... L 1.- ___.‘- _ “ i'rn-I’m interested at pre'sont to some ex- tent in the subject of electricity. I’m think- of getting it up a little.” inifred took the book from his hand, wondering, with n meeterful nir of erfect nuthority. He yielded like a lamb. n im- mnteriel queetione it Wll hi-poiicy not to re- liether. Sheturnedtothepngewherehiafin er hnd routed and ran it down ii htiy with er nick eye. The key-words e owed in some agree at. what it w“ drivin : “ Frenkiin‘e Experiment "â€"“ Meme 0 Colieotion ”â€" " Theory of Lightning Rode”â€"~" Ruhm- 'korfi‘e Coiit"-“ Drawing down Electric Discharge: from the Clonde.”-â€"\Vhy, whet was all this 1 She turned round in niringiy. ‘ Hugh shuflied in an uneasy why in is chnir. ‘ The husband who shuffle: betrn a his cause. ‘ " We must put up conductors, innie," he said heaitctingly, with 3 hot face. “ to pro- tect those new gable: at the east wing.â€"\ 13's dangerous to leave the house so exposed. ; I'll order than down from London tumor-j row.” i ‘ Hugh ground. The unconscionq allegory wu fur too obvlolu In it: applicator: 1160 to rink into the vexy depth: 01 his soul. He turned back to bu book. sud sighed inwurd- ly 00 think {or whn 5 feeble. unnthfuowry shadow of a gourd he had uwllfloed his own lifeâ€"not to upnk of W iuifrod'u and Elsie“: Byaud by Winifred mo and around the room. " What’s that you're Itudyiug so inwntly 1" the ukod. with u luapiowus gltlrzco at tho boqk in Ibis fiogazp. _ got it, than 1 w“ before I had a ‘gourd of mgywp at all to look .0.’ " WIIXTKS‘I’RAFD HALL Ammmitl, Sumx. This particular thunderstorm, as chance would have It, came late at night, after three sultry days of clone weather, when blg black masses were jnet beginning to ether ln vest hettellone over the German oeen: and let loose at last he fierce ert- lllery In terrible volle e right over the village end grounds of hlteetrend. Hugh Mmlnger wee the first et the Hell to obeerve from elu- the (ll-tent flesh, before The reaaon for this in not far to seek. In hilly oountriea the hills and trees act as natural li htning- conductors, or rather as decays to draw aside the fire from heaven from the towns or farm-houses that nestle far below among the glans and valleys. But in wide level plains, where all alike in flat and low-lying, human architecture forms for the most part the one salient point in the landacape for lightnin to attack: ever church or tower with fta battlemente a lanterns stands in the place of polished knobs on an electric machine, and draw: down np‘ ‘ on itself with nnerring certainty the den-l lructive bolt from the over-charged clouds. Owing to this cause. the thunderstorms of East Anglia are the moat apalling and dee- tructivc in their concrete results of any in En land. The laden clouds, big with e ectrio energy, 3 low and dark above one'e very hea , and let loose their accumulated atore of vivid flashes in the exact midst of towae and villages. ' The plot was all well laid now. Hugh had nothing further left to do but to possess his soul in petleuce against the next thun derstorm. He had not very long to wait. Before the month we: out, a thunderstorm did indeed burst in full force over White- etrend end its neighbourhoodâ€"one of those terrible and destructive eastcoast, electric displu e which invariably leave their bread mark ehlnd them. For along the low, flat, monotonous Eat Anglian shore, where hills are unknown and bi trees rare, the light- ning almost inevite ly singles out for its onslaught some aspirin piece of men's handiworkâ€"some churc steeple, some castle keep, the turrets on some tell and [sol-ted manor-house, the vane above some ancient outelletedgutewey. _ The W’hiteetrand labourers, who pleeed by the poplar and the London worxmau, time and again, with n jerky nod and their pipes turned downward, never noticed a certain slender unobtrusive copper wire which the strange ertieen fastened one evening, in the gray dusk, right up the Item and bolee of the big tree to a round knob on the very summit. The wire, how- ever, as it. fixer knew, ran down to a large deal box well buried in the ground, which here outside is _reen label, “Ruhmkorfi' Induction Coll, Lgliott'a Patent." The wire and coil terminated ina pile close to the four lull petroleum barrels. “’hen the London workman had securely laid the entire apparatus, undisturbed by loun era, he reported adversely, with great so emnity, on the tidel outtall and electric light eehcme to Hugh Massinger. No sufficient power {or the purpose existed in the river. Thin adverse re mt was orally delivered in the front vestibule of Whiteatrand Hall ; and it was also delivered with aedulone care â€"-ae perordere receivedâ€"in Mrs.',Massinger’e own presence. When the London w‘orkmen ‘ went out again aiter making his carefullyl Worded statement, he went out clinkinq a coin ot the realm or two in his trousers' pocket, and with his tongue stuck, some- what unbecomingiy, in his right check, as who should pride himself on the successful outwitting 0! an innocent fellow-creature. He had done the work he wee paid for, and he had done it well. But he thoughtto him- self, as he went his way rejoicing, that the Squire of Whitertrend must bevery well held in hand indeed by that email pale lady, if he had to take to many cunning precau- tions in seeret beiorehnnd when he wanted to get rid oi a eiugle tree that offended his eye in his own gardens. - .. â€"â€"~r‘vv v. uuuuun (III IV. i More curious still was another small fact, ‘ known to nobody but the skilled workman m propn‘a no. “Ht {our small cash of petroleum mm a Lou-ion stare were stowed away, by Hugh Massinger’s orders, under the very roote of the blg. poplar ; and that by their side la a queer apparatus, con- nocteda rentyin some remote way with electric ightlng. The Squire himself, however, made no secret of his own personal and private intentions to the London Work» man. He aid the man well, and he exacted ei ence. ‘That was all. But he explained recisel in pla' terms what it won that hgwanteg done. ulI‘he tree was an eyesore to him, he laid, with his usualfrenk ness-Hu h was always frank whenever poarible--â€" ut his wife, for sentimental rea- sons, had a s cial fancy for it. He wanted to get rid o it, therefore, in the least ob- trusive way he could easily manage. This was the least obtrusive way. So this was What he required done with it.- The London workman nodded his head, pocketed his pay, looked unconcerned, and held his tongue i with trained fidelity. It was none of his business to pry into any employer's motives. l Enough for him to take his order: and to carry them out faithfully to the very letter. The job was odd : an odd job is always in- teresting. He hoped the experiment might prove auccesslul. Still, it was s curious fact In its own way that thelnltallmionappenred to rogreasmuat easily when nobod happenedto lookingon, and thut the nkll ed workman in the en- gino‘orlng “90 generally stood with his hands in his pockets, surveying his handicraft with languid interest, whenever anybody from the village or the Hall iounged up by big side to inepeclggr Wonder at it. cenj'ectured in their own society : one or two oi them, exceedingly modern in their viewa. ‘ even opined in en off hand {uhion that he ‘ nut-the bent on ieylngeieotrio iighu on. Con- servative in meat thing. to the backbone. the eel-unto bestowed the meed oi their hearty approvei‘on the electric light: it levee I0 in trimming end cieening. Lamp. are the bugbeer oi bi country houeee: electricity. on the other and. needs no tending. It wee near the poplar that Squire wee going topnt hie ineteilption. am they cell the ar- nngement in our letter day jargon ; and he was gainer to drive it. rumour remarked, by a tide! outfall. “Met a tidal and." might be, or how itcouiti Work in lighting the Hull. nobody knew : but the intelligent ertiaen had let the Words drop annually in the course of conversation; and the Fake-man's Real enspped them up At once, and retniled them freely with profound gusto to all after-com- erl. "than with tho engineering air. who WM nurmlud to ho “Damn“ in tho ol'otriu vuy." ourolully examined, under Hugh’ direction, mnuy pal-u cf the ground. 0 Whlmtrmd. Squire waggoiug tally out $110M“: oud tattoo cfmn‘. the «tuna conjectured in xhelr own molew : mm or two Ilug h nlep h but little that eventful nlg M; his mind addressed inc-l! with feverish ongernemm 120 many hard and doubtful queu- Hons. Ho tossed and turned and asked him- self ten thonnnrl times overâ€"wan the two burnt tin-on qhâ€"bnmtdown to the ground! Were the room and the trunk consumed beyond hopeâ€"or rubel- beyond (capâ€"oi 111 “mu money? Wu the hush! popl- Her hand on his arm thrilled ihrough him with horror. Her words stung him with a mouse of his moannm. Something very like a touch of remorse came over his spirit. "a stooped down and kissed her tendorig. The next flash struck over towards t o mndhills. Tim thunder was rolling madn- niiy seaward. ’ ' ’ '“l’ ed in a shroud of fire. All human effort must be powerless to resist it. The poplar dissolved almost as if b magic with a wild rapidity into its prime 0 ements. A man must be a man come what may. Hugh leaped towards the window and flun it open wildly. “I must go!” ho crl . "Ring the bell for the servants.” The savage glee in his voice was we]! re tossed. Ilis enemy was low, laid prone at is foot, but he Would at least rotend tosomo spark of magnanimitf. “ a must get out the hose!" he exc aim . “ We must try to save it!" Winifred clung to his arm in horror. " hot it burn down, Hu 1: !" she cried. “ Who cares for the pop at? I'd sooner ten thousand poplars burned to the ground than that you should venture out on such an evening 1” the poplir, once ignited, would have burnt to the ground with startling rapidity ; for im core was dry and li ht as tinder, its wood was eaten through by mnumerablo wormholee, and the hollow centre of mouldering Ill'V-l‘ot, where children had loved to play at Hide- sndscek, acted now like a roaring chimney fine, with the fierce draught that carried up the circling eddies of smoke and flame in mad career to the topmost branches. But the fumes of the petroleum, rendered instant! gaseous by the electric heat. made the wet-l! of destruction still more instantaneous, ter- rible, and complete than it would have prom ed if left to unsided nature. The very at- mosphere revolved itself into one rolling pil- ler of fluid flame. The tree seemed envelop- .) u I .â€" 3â€" A _L_-._J A! DA. A: ~_â€" “-vâ€" "I uvu nuvnuuuw of doubt with irre-iotible might and majesty. Smell differences or tifl‘a are forgotten and forgiven: the woman clings naturally in her feminine weakness w the strong man in his primary ”poor. as “union-tor md phboolol‘. Between Hugh nnd Winifred the eatrangezuens as yet. was but wguo and unacknowledged. Hal i: yaWued far wider, hld it: sunk in decpcr, the awe and terror of mm supreme mmmm would mp1 have sufficed to bridge is over, at lens: Will a the orgy of the thunderatorm hated. - V 7‘ V_-_v " ...... u sun. I. unfit! relief. The newness of danger, real or im- sglnod, tomes all the most ingrained and profound of our virile feelings. The inwiuct of protection [or the women and the child comes over even bod men at such momenta A! uch as he longed to look out of the win- dow, Hugh could not relist that: nnspcken appeal. He drew up the blind hastily to its lull helght, so that he might: see out to wuoh the lumen of his deep-laid atratugmn ; then he hurried over with real tendernus to Winifred's hide. He drew his arm round her and nor thud her with his hand, and mid her poor throbbing aching head with a lov- er's cams upon his own broad buaum. Winifred nestled aim to him with a sigh oi rn‘:-l an... _.-A_._,,,, Run as she spoke. 3 terrific volley seamed to burn! all at once right oventheir bowie and shake the house with its irreaiatxMe mtjcbt)‘. Winlfred hurled her face deep in the can!» ions. “0 Hugh, " Ibo cried in a wrnfiod tone, ‘f shia‘ il»uwful~â€" awful I" The clouds rolled up with extraordinary rapidity, and the (:1qu came fun and thick and nearer. Winifred cuwcred down 0:: the sofa ln terror. She dreadad thunder; but aha was too proud to confuse what she “mild new/unholeu have given worlds to «loâ€"hide her lrl hwued little haul with Hobs And tears in its 0 d place uvnn Hugh's shoulder. "It's coming this wny, ” ahu axiod mrvously after a. whim. "That last dash must have been aw_f_ully near no." the thunder had undo iholf audible in their can. A pale light to wontward, In the direction ofSusde, attracted, as he real, his panning attention. “By Java 1" he with). than: with ayawn from his chslr. and hyiug own the manuscript of “A Lifo’a P'Illvdophy" which he wu luguidly correc- ting in in laun- alum. "that’s somctbing like “ginning. Winifred (Over Sande way, Oppuremly. I wonder if it’s going to drift. ‘ towards uIIâ€"Whewâ€"whn u clap! It'l precious near. Iexpeoo we shall catch in ourselves shortly." W 'ed. It is roportcd iron: Pekih that all the oflicials concerned are being severely pun- ished. Li Hung-tune and the governor of the province are being dismissed and degrad- ed ; another high official in being baniahtd to Mongolia. and the late High Commission. or of tho Yellow rivor is to be banished to tho Amoor. The disasters can scarcely atop on they are now. because the volume of silt- laden waters will create nimllowe which wig] still further increase the inundated arm, rind may cameo an overflow into the Yangtze which will make th conservation oi that. great water-way a matter of urgent lmpor~ Ounce. 5 It in reported from China that the whole of the new embankment of the Yellow river, which was commenced leaf: autumn at the spot where the old embankment gave way, has been completely awapt. away by the summer floods. . It is said to have cost about 2,000,000 ewyling (9,000,000 of tools). As the flood rose, to was seen that the strain was becoming dnngeroue, and Li Hang-tuna, the high official in charge of the work, was sent for in ho: hum», but before he could arrive the whole hank went down before the llood,nnd of the 8,000 feet of river-well lately mmpleted not: an inch remains, and the ”Here are pouring unchecked through the immense gap into the Bonn province. From 800 to 1,000 hbourers who Were on ‘the banh Were nlw aweptpryey and drown- rope and America h'ta hem turned intoa bottle ground of confliciing rofosaion- a1 opinion In which [em-net doctors not only disagree, but give the lie to one another in a way which (local not encourage the merely lay mind to place that reliance on scientific knowledge and skill which might be desirable. The unprolessional mind enjoys the fight, but: wondore more and more why science can persist: in mooring in no consciously superior a manner at the 0diurh ’I‘hcologicum, yhichhae no long been LL- .L:._‘ .,l LA ,4, 7V- â€"v .v.-- the object 0f luv wonder and contempt. Public interest in the Whitechapel mun ders was speedily, if but- temporsrily over. shadowed by the excitement due to the appearance of Dr. Mackenzie’s Book of De- fencn of himself and his treatment of the lobe Emperor against; the attacks of the Ger~ man physicians. According to this book of his the famous Scotch specialist; was a griev- ously persecuted msn against; whose pro-em- inent; skill the jealous hosts of profes- sional Philistines rose up in wrath but; fortunately for him and the Emperor, rose up in Vain. The book has of course received no end of attention, hmtile and otherwise. Tho German police have done it the very stupid honor of seizing all 00 lus of it on which they could lily their lmn s. It: has been the occasion of tremendous enter- prise on the part of one New York news- paper. and of humiliating disappointment to st- lsnsb another becsuse of the terrrihly awkward slip between the cup «ml the lip of which it was the victim. Then there has been mourning and lamentation in the camp of a publishing firm because of the bad faith of somebody which has made their commercial venture anythln bub the success it might have boon hu. things gone in ‘th‘e way they rxpeuted. All Eu- All the way up to the “ Fisherman's Rut ” be repeated agninand again below his bx oath : S.) much the worms in the and for White)- att and.’ V- ‘l"' v to men who knew the out: coaub well, the disappearance of th )Vhizeatmud poplar from tho world seemed almost as in- credible aa the sudden removal of the B33? Rock or the Pillars of Hercules. Nobodj would ever dream of cutting down Ens» glory of Suffolk, that tuna-honoured Ioa. mark. But. a»; they stmined their eya through tho deepeniuv gloom, the stern logic of facts leis (ham at lass no further room for aylloglstiu manning or a priori avopzlclam. The Whitestmnd paplar was rally gone. No: a slump even remained as its relic or its monument. Thtt same evening, as it wu growin: dusk. \VarreuRelf and Potts, navlg-nini she Jlud Turlls around by sea. from Yah munch Roads, put in for the night to the Char at; \Vhitestrand. They meant lie by fora Sunday in the estuary, and to walk across the' fields, if the day prov- ed fine, to service at. Saado. AI they approached the mouth thuy looked about in min for the familiar landmark. At first chey could hardly believe their eyes: Hugh not his workmen instantl toltub up the roots. And Winifred, g. ug mourn- fnlly nextdoy at the ruins, observed with a Aish: “You never liked the deer vld trcq Hugh ; and it seems a 1! Into had interpone; in your favour to destroy it. I'm wrry 15’: gene ; but I'd sacrifice a hundred such tron any day to have you as kind to me M yol were last evening." The saying smote Hngh'n heart Iota. He played nervously with the button of his on“. “I wish you could have kept it \Vinnie," he said not unkindly. “But: if: not my faultâ€"And I bear no malice. 1'11 even forgive you for telling me I’d never mkea pout; \hnugh to“. you‘ll admit, was n hard saying. I think, my childfifyon don't. mind. I'll ask Huber- 2y down next Week to vial: us.â€"There’a nothingilke adverse opinion to improve one'a work. Hutherley‘s opinion in more timnadvemo. I‘dlike his cricioigm on A Life] Philosophy betoro 1 rush into print s: in: wiuh the greatest and deepest work 0 my lifetime.” I But when mxt morning’s light damn ‘ the sun atom: upon the some of oouflsgru Hugh saw u a glance that all him (an . indeed been wholly and utter] groundlk The pophr was an thong: It hm never ”ill. ed. A bare bla‘k patch by the mouth of tin Char, oovcrai with ash and dust find uinde: uk-ue mm“ d the spot whcru the humus no had once stood. The n ry mots won burn «1 deep into the grcnnd. The petroleum had done its duty bmvely. Not truce of de- sign could beotnerval Anywhere. The Rubm- kurfl Induction Gail hnl melted into air. Nobody ever so much as dreamed that human bandfioraft haul an or rt in the burning of the celebrated hitutrand pophn'. The “Times" gava it a line of swing l‘tgl’et ; find the Tdnit Home I «km 1' with win- M ; loss mark My}: (1301: 591ng directions. geolly done (0:! Would on he barrels that bud held 5:3 wlouml an reliu be loin of 1 Induction ‘ ill Who. jot 00 evidence of deuign would now 9 tray and comics him? What ‘ rwsonublo uuaplolon would Wlullro. the fire was not wholly the tenth dent 3 Dr. .‘ilackenzic‘s Book. The Yellow River. (T0 BB. mxrxxunn.)