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THE BUNDLE OF LIFE. Washington, March 6. -â€" Under the lamiliar image of a bundle Dr. Talmage shows in this sermon the things which to make up man‘s earthly and heaven- glife; text, 1. Samuel m, 29, “The 30111 of my Lord shall be bound in the bundle of life with the Lord thy Godff Bmutiful Abigzil. in her ffithxfiic plea. for the rescue of hcr incbrinte husband, who died within ten days. addresses David the warrior in the words of the text. She suggests that. his life. physical- ly and intellectually and spiritually. is a valuable package or bundle, divinely bound up and. to be divinely protected. That phrase “bundle of life" I heard many times in my father‘s family pray- ers. Family prayers, you know, have frequent repetitions. because day by day they acknowledge about the same bless- ings and deplore about the same frailties and sympathize with about the same misfortunes, and I do not know why those who lead at household devotions should seek anxiety of composition. That familiar prayer becomes the household liturgy. I would not give one of my old father‘s prayers for 50 elocutionary sup- plications. Again and again, in the morning and evening prayer, I heard the request that we might all be bound up in the bundle of life, but I did not know until a few days ago that the phrase was a Bible phrase. Rev. Dr. The Things Which Go to Make Up Man's Earthly and Heavenly Existence--They Are Bound Together !n the Divine Economy. Now, the more I think of it the better I like it. Bundle of life! It is such a simple and unpretending, yet expressive comparison. There is nothing like gran- diloquence in the Scriptures. While there are many sublime passages in Holy Writ, there are more passages horner and draw- ing illustrations from common observa- tion and everyday life. In Christ’s great sermons you hear a hen clucking her chickens together and see the photograph of hypocrites with a sad countenance and hear of the grass of the field, and the black crows which our heavenly Father feeds; and the salt that is worthless, and the precious stones flung under the feet of swine, and the shifting sand that lets down the house with a great crash and hear the comparison of the text, the most unpoetical thing we can think ofâ€"a bundle. Ordinarily it is something tossed about. something thrown under the table, something that suggests garrets or some- thing on the shoulder of a poor way-furor. But there are bundles of great value, bundles put up with great caution, bun- dles the loss of which means consterna- tion and despair, and there have been bundles representing the worth of a kingdom. During the last spell of cold weather there were bundles that attracted the attention and the plaudits of the high heavensâ€"bundles of clothing on the Way from comfortable homes to the door of the mission room, and Chris: stood in the snowbanks and said 7 as the bundles passed: “Naked, and ye clothed me. In- asmuch as ye have done it unto one of the least of these, my brethren, ye have done it unto me.” Those bundles are multiplying. Blessings on those who pubis Ehémz" Blessings 6n those who dis- tribute theml Blessings on those who re- ceive them! With what beautiful aptitude did Abiâ€" gail, in my text, speak of the bundle of life! Oh, what a precious bundle is life! Bundle of memories, bundle of hopes, bundle of ambitions, bundle of destinies! Once in a while a man writes his auto- biography, and it is of thrilling interest. The story of his birthplace, the story of his struggles. the story of his sufferings, the story of his triumphs! But if the autobiography of the most eventful life were well written it would make many chapters of adventure, of tragedy, of comedy, and there would not be an un- interesting step from cradle to gmve. . - v-_,v,‘, , Bundle of memories are you! Boyhood memoriw, with all its injustices from playmates, with all its games with ball and bat and kite and sled. Manhood memoria, with _all your struggles in starting â€" obstacles, oppositions, acci- dents, misfortunes, losses, successes. Memories of the first marriage you ever saw solemnized, of the first grave you ever saw opened, of the first mighty wrong you ever suffered, of the first vic- tory you ever gained. Memory of the hour when you were amnnced, memory of the first advent in your home, memory of the roseate cheek faded and of blue eyes closed in the last sleep, memory of anthem and of dirge. memory of great pain and of slow con'x'alcsccncc, memory of times when all things were against you, memory of pmsp wit-ice that came in like the full tide of the spa. memories of I. lifetime. What a. bundle! . . I lift. that bundle to-duy and unloosc the cord that binds it. and f or a. moment Em look in and see tears and smiles and ughter and groans and noondays and midnights of experience, and then I tic again the bundle with hmnstrings that have some time vibrated with joy 9nd anon been thrummed by fingers of woe. 0 Bundle of hopes and ambitions aim is almost every man and woman, espcci .l‘zy It the starting. What gains he will I :2» vest, or what reputation he will nchim‘v. or what bliss he will reach, or what lnw he will win. What makes college (unn- mencement day so entrancing to all nf us as we see the students receive 13-. ir diploma and take up the garln «L thrown to their feet? They will be Fawn ants in science: that will be Tennyson In poeay; they will be Willard Parker: .u‘ . , __1,_ 11...... lfl M‘] , 0810] W 1“ vv n ...____ in surgery; they will boAlexandcr Ham- fltons in national finance; they will be Horace Greeleys in editorial chair; they will be Websters in the Senate. 01' she will be a Mary Lyon in educational realms, or 5 Frances Willard on reform» tory platform. or 3 Helen Gould in mili- tary hospitals. Or she will make bonu- llfe radiant with helpfulness and self sacrifice and magnificent womanhood. Oh, whgt Q bundle of_ hope: and ambi- vâ€", --â€"_v â€" -_.__, tions! It is I bundle of garlands and scepter: from which I would not take one spn‘g of mlgnonetto nor cxtinguish one spark of brilliance. They who start life without bright hopes and inspiring ambi- tions might as well not start at all, for §Qfid1€ddjothebqndlq undulopen 1!. is a Precious Bundle. Talmage Inspired by a Familiar and Homely Simile. Rather $1 pe ' annum. it now it will not be because I wish to take anything from it, but that I may put into it more coronnts and hosannas. The Power to Think. Bundle of faculties ix» every man and every woman! Power to thinkâ€"to think of. the past and through all the future, to think upward and higher than the highest pinnacle of heaven, or to think downward until there is no lower abysm to fathom. Power to think right. power to think wrong. power to think forever, for, once having begun to think, there Ihall be no terminus for that exercise, and eternity itself shall have no power to bid it halt. ‘aculties to loveâ€"filial love, conjugal love, paternal love, mater- nal love, love of country. love of God. Faculty of judgment. with scales no deli- cate and yet so mighty they can weigh arguments, Weigh emotions. ‘Woigh hea- ven and hell. Faculty of will, that can climb mountains or tunnel them, wade seas or bridge them. accepting eternal enthroncment or choosing everlasting exile. Oh, what it is to be a man! Oh, What it is to be a woman! Sublime and infinite bundle of faculties! The thought of it staggers me. swamps me, stuns me, bewilders me. overwhelms me. Oh. what a bundle of life Abigail of my text saw in David, and which we ought to see in every human. yet immortal. being! Know, also, that this bundle of life was put up with great care. Any mer~ chant and almost any faithful house- holder will tL-ll you how much depends on the way a bundle is bound. The cord or rope must be strong enough to hold, the knot must be Well tiod. You know not what rough hands may toss that bundle. If not properly put together, though it may leave your hands in good order and symmetrical. before it reaches its proper destination it may be loosened in fragments for the winds to scatter or the rail train to lose. Now, I have to tell you that this bun- dle of life is well put togetherâ€"the body, the mind, the soul. Who but the omnipo. tent God could bind such a bundle? Anatomists, physiologists, physicists, logicians, motaphysicians. declare that ‘ we are fearfully and wonderfully made. , That we are a bundle Well put together I prove by the amount of journeying we can endure without damage, by the amount of rough handling we can sur- vive. by the fact that the vast majority of us go through life without the loss of an eye. or the crippling of a limb, or the destruction of a single energy of body or faculty of mind. I subpoena for this trial that man in yonder view 70 or 80 years of age and ask him to testify that after all the storms and accidents and vicissi- tudes of a long life he still keeps his five senses. and, though all the lighthouses as old as he is have been reconstructed or new lanterns put in, he has in under his forehead the same two lanterns with which God started him, and, though the locomotives of 60 years ago were long ago sold for old iron, he has the original powers of locomotion in the limbs with which God started him, and, though all the electric Wires that carried messages 25 years ago have been torn down, his nerves bring messages from all parts of his body as well as when God strung them 75 years ago. Was there ever such a complete bundle put together as the human being? What a factory! What an engine!;,What a mill race! What a light- house! What a locomotive! What an elec- tric battery! What a furnace! What a masterpiece of the Lord God Almighty! , Or, to employ the anticlimax and use the ‘ figure of the text, what a bundle! Is Proper! y Directed. Know also that this bundle of life is properly directed. Liany a bundle has missed its way and disappeared because the address has droppml and no one can find by examination for What city or town or neighborhood it was intended. All great carrying companies have so many misdirected packages that they appoint? days of vendue to dispose of them. All intelligent people know the importance of having a valuable package plainly directed, the name of the one to whom it is to go plainly written. Bag- gage master and expressman ought to know at the first glance to Whom to take it. This bundle of life that Abigail, in my text, speaks of is plainly addressed. By divine penmanship it is directed hea- venward. However long may be the earthly distance it travels, its destination is the eternal city of God on high. Every mile it goes away from that direction is by some human or infernal fraud prac- ticed against it. There are those who put it on some other track, who misplace it in some wrong conveyance, who send it off or send it back by some diabolic mis- carriage. The value of that bundle is so well known all up and down the universe that there are a million dishon- est hands which are trying to detain or divert it, or to forever stop its progress in the right direction. There are so many influences abroad to ruin your body, mind and soul that my wonder is not that so many are destroyed for this world and the next, but that there are not more who go down irremediably. influences abroad to ruin your body, mind and soul that my wonder is not 4 that so many are destroyed for this world and the next, but that there are not . more who go down irremediably. Every human being is assailed at the ' start. Within an hour of the time when ' this bundle of life is made up the assault ‘ begins. First of all, there are the infan- l tile disorders that threaten the body just ' launched upon earthly existence. Scarlet a fevers and pneumonias, and diphtherias ‘ and influenzas, and the whole pack of epidemics surround the cradle and threaten its occupant, and infant Moses ' in the ark of bulrushes was not more: imperiled by the monsters of the Nile than every cradle is imperiled by ailments all devouring. In after years there are 1005 Within and foes Without. Evil appe- : tite joined by outside allurements. Temp- i tations that have utmrly destroyed more people than now inhabit the earth. 3 Gambling saloons and rummeries, and places where dissoluiencss reigns supreme, l enough in number to goround and round and round the earth. Discouragements, jealousies, revenges, malevolences, disap- pointments, swindles, arsons, conflagm- tions and cruelties which make continued existence of the human race a wonder- ment. Was any valuable bundle ever so imperiled as this bundle of life? Oh, look In our anxiety at last to reach heaven 1 we are apt to lose sight of the glee or ? welcome that awaits us if we get in at all. We all have friends up there. They will somehow hear that We are coming. Such close and swift and constant com- munication is there between those up- lands and these lowlands that We will not surprise them by sudden arrival. If loved ones on earth expect our coming visit and are at the depot with carriage to meet us, surely we will be met at the shining gate by old friends now saluted and kindred now glorified. If there were no angel of God to meet us and show us the palaces and guide us to our everlast- ing residence, these kindred would show us the way and point out the splendors and guide us to our celestial home, bow- ‘ered and fountained and arched and illumined by a sun that never sets. Will it not be glorious, the going in and the settling down after all the moving about and upsettings of earthly experience? We will soon know all our neighbors, kingly, queenly, prophetic, apostolic, seraphic, archangelic. The precious bundle of life opened amid palaces and grand marches and acclamations. They will all be so glad we have got safely through. Bound Up With God’s Love. Once there it will be found that the safety of. that precious bundle of life 1n! at the address and get. that buqdlp goipg ln the right way! ”Thou Jalt love the Lord thy God with all thy heart and soul, and mind and strength." Heaven with its 12 gates standing Wide open with invitation. All the forces of the Godhead pledged for our heavenly arrival if we will do the right thing. All angel- dom ready for our advance and guidance. All the lightnings of heaven so many drawn swords for our protection. What a pity, what an everlasting pity, if this bundle of life, so Well bound and so plainly directed, does not come out at the right station, but becomes a lost bundle, cast out amid the rubbish of the uni- verse I Know also that a bundle may have in it more than one invaluable. There may be in it a photograph of a loved one and a jewel for a carcanet. It may contain an embroidered robe and a Dora’s illustrated Bible. A bundle may have two treasures. Abigail. in my text, recognized this when she said to David, “The soul of my lord is bound in the bundle of life with the Lord thy G0t ,” and Abigail was right. We may be bound up with a loving and sympathetic God. We may be as near to him as ever wore emerald and ruby united in one ring, as ever were two deeds in one package, as ever were two vases on the Same shelf, as ever were two valuables in the same bundle. Together in time of joy. Together oni earth. Together in heaven. Close compan- ionship of God. Hear him, “I will never leave thee nor forsake thee.” “For the mountains shall depart and the hills be removed, but my kindness shall not de- part from thee, neither shall the covenant of my pmce be removed, saith the Lord that hath mercy on thee." And when those Bible authors compared God’s friendship to the mountains for height and firmness they knew what they Were writing about, for they well knew what mountains are. Ml those lands are moun- tainous. Mount Hermon, Mount Gilboa, Mount Gerizim, Mount Engcdi, Mount I-Ioreb, Mount Nebo, Mount Pisgah, Mount Olivet, Mount Zion, Mount Mor- iah. Mount Lebanon, Mount Sinai, Mount Golgotha. Yes, we have the divine prom- ise that all those mountains shall weigh their anchorage of rocks and move away from the earth before a loving and sym- pathetic God will move away from us if we love and trust him. Oh, if we could realize that according to my text we may be bound up with that God, how inde- pendent it would make us of things that now harass and annoy and discompose and torment us. Instead of a grasshopper being a burden a world of care would be as light as a feather. and tombstones would be marble stairs to the king‘s pal- ace. and all the giants of opposition we would smite down hip and thigh with great slaughter. A God away up in the heavens is not much consolation to us when we get into life’s struggle. It is a God close by, as near to us as any two articles of apparel were near to each other in that bundle that you sent the other day to that shiv- ering home. through whose roof the snow sifted and through whose broken window pane the night winds howled. It was sanctified irony and holy sarcasm that Elijah used when he told the idolaters of Baal to pray louder, saying that their god might be asleep, or talking, or on a journey, or gone a hunting. but our God is always wide awake, and always hears, and is always close by, and to him a whisper of prayer is as loud as an arch- angel’s trumpet, and a child’s “Now I lay me down to sleep” is as easily heard by him as the prayer of the great Scotch- man amid the highlands when pursued by Lord Claverhouse's miscreants. The Covenanter said, “O Lord, cast the lap of thy cloak about these children of the covenant,” and a mountain fog instantly hid the pursued from their bloodshirsty pursuers. I proclaim him a God close by. When we are tempted to do wrong, when we have questions of livelihood too much for us, when we put our darlings into the last sleep, when we are overwhelmed with physical distre‘sses, when we are perplexed about what next to do, when we come into combat with the king of terrors we want a God close by. How do you like the doctrine of the text, “Bound in the bundle of life with the Lord thy God?” Thank you, Abigail. kneeling there at the foot of the mountain utter- ing consolation for all ages, while ad- dressing David. No wonder that in after time he invited her to the palace and put her upon the throne of his heart as well as upon the throne of Judah. Will Be “’elcnmod In Heaven. Know also that this bundle of life will be gladly received when it comes to the door of the mansion for which it was bound and plainly directed. With what alacrity and glee we await some package that has been foretold by letter; some holiday presentation; something that will enrich and ornament our home; some testimony of admiration and affection! With what glow of expectation we untie the knot and take ed the cord that holds it together in safety, and with what glad exclamation we unroll the covering and see the gift or purchase in all its beauty of color and proportion. Well, what a day it will be when your precious bun- dle of life shall be opened in the “house of many mansions” amid saintly and angelic and divine inspection! The bun- dle may be spotted with the marks of much exposure. It may bear inscription after inscription to tell through What ordeal it has passed. Perhaps splashed of wave and scorched of flame, but all it has within undamaged of the journey. And with what shouts of joy the bundle of life will be greeted by all the voices of the heavenly home circle! Value of the Bundle. “OH. WAD SOME POWER 'I‘III“. GIFTIE GIE US, TAE SEE OURSELS AS ITHERS SEE US." OMEMEE (,)N'1‘., THURSDAY, MARCH 9, 1899. assured because it was bound up with the life of God in Jesus Christ. Heaven could not afford to have that bundle lost, because it had been said in regard to its transportation and safe arrival, “Kept by the power of God through faith unto complete salvation.” The veracity of he heavens is involved in its arrival. If 0d should fail to keep his promise to just one ransomed soul the pillars of Jehovah’s throne would fall. and the foundations of the eternal city would crumble, and infinite povertivs would dash down all the chalioes and (-lose all the banqueting halls, and the rim-1- of life would change its course, sweeping everything with deso- lation, and frost would blast all the gar- dens, and immeasurable sickness slay the immortals, and the new Jerusalem be- come an abandoned city, with no chariot wheel on the streeh and no worshipers in the templeâ€"a dead l’oxnpeii of the skies, a buried Ilerculanmm of the heavens. Lest anyone should doubt. the God who cannot lie smites hi‘ omnipotent hand on the Side of his thron:-, and takes atfidavit, declaring, “As I li“ . said the Lord God, I have no pleasure in the death of him that dieth.” Oh! I Cannot tell you how I feel about it, the the :ght is so glorious. May “‘hout Fell OIL (fem, iut Later lit-Covered Hull'ol 2t“! ('hirugu .r'l‘he Quuxuxiuns. sh Visible and Afluat. As compared with a week um), the vis- iblv supply uf wheat in Canada. zmd the United States has decreased 443,000 bush- els; than; of com has increased 1,511,000 bushvlsfi. and that of onus has increased 0554.000 bushels. The visible ‘supply of wheat in 0:111:qu and the United Statics, together with than ufloun b0 Europe. is 65.237. 000 bushels. unainsb 031. 4~,10 000 bushels a Week ago, and 72,133. 000 bush- els a year ago. Lending \thut Marla-u. Cash. March. May. July. Chicago... . . .1 New York. . Milwaukee , , St. Louis . . . Tolvdo ...... Dem-on; ..... Duluth. No. 1 Northern. . . Duluth, .\'o. 1 hnrd. ...... 70 Minneapolis, â€" l‘oromo, red. 68 _ Toronto, No. 1 hard (11m) ‘2 Toronto St. Lawrence GRAIN. IEI \â€" ; Mark.- Wheat, white. bu‘. .. Whean, rad. bu ....... Wheat, Fife. spring, bu Wheat, goose, bu ..... Rye, bu ....... . ...... Outs. bu ........ . . . . . Buckwheat. bu ....... Barley. bu ........... Peas, bu ............ Red clover, bu ........ Whine clover. 33d. bu, Alsike. choice to fancy Alsike, good, No. :2 .. Alsike. good. No. 3 .. Txmonhy. bu. .. . . . . . .. Beans, white, bu... HAY AND STRAW. Hay, timothy, per son. .38 00 Hay, clover. per ton. . .. 6 do Straw, sheaf, per con... 6 0a Straw, loose, per ton. .. 4 00 DAI RY PROD COTS. Butter. 1b. rolls ...... Buster. large rolls. . . Eggs, new laid ...... Chickens. per pair Turkeys, per 11). .. Spring ducks. not Spring ducks. per pair. 00 90 FRUITS AND VEGE'I‘AHLICS. Apples, per bbl ........ $2 50 to $3 75 llouutoas, per bag ...... 75 80 East nun-no Cattle Market. Cattle, choice to uxsra. .35 :33 to $5 65 Catnle, good no choice... 4 00 5 00 Calves ................. 3 50 6 50 Sheep, choice to extra. _ 4 40 4 60 Sheep, good to choice... 4 :35 4 40 Lambs. choice to exam.. 5 20 5 35 Lambs, good no choice, . 5 10 5 20 Lambs. common to fair. 4 90 5 10 Montreal lee Stock. Montreal, March 7.â€"'l‘hc receipts of cattle at; the East; End Abattoir yesterday morning were 400 head of condo, 75 calves, 25 sheep, 50 lmnbs. There was a good attendance, and the following prices were firmly maintained: Good cattle sold at; from 4%0 to 4%0 per pound; lowm‘ grade from 2%0 to 3540 per pound. Calves sold from $2 to $8, according to size. Sheep brought from 3c to 3%c per pound for choice, and culls from :30 to 2,140 per pound. Lambs sold at from 4}:_.’(: to in: per pound. Hogs sold from $4.25 to $4.50. Sheep, choice to extra. . Sheep, good to choice... Lambs. choice to exam.. Lambs, good no choice, _ Lambs. common to fair. Hogsmwdium and heavy Hogs, Yorkers ......... Pigs ................... Liverpool, March T.â€"_1’riccs closed yes- terday as follows: Futures. red winter. 53 71/411 for March, 5:: 7 5-8d for May and 55 7 1-Sd for July. Maize quiet; 33 B‘Ad for Man-ch, 35 5 1-Sd for May and 3s 5%(1 for July. Flour, 185 6d. Never. .x Mistah J ohnsin gâ€"Why doesn’t yo' dance Wif a. springy, elastic step? Miz J ohnsirng-JH uh, nig rah] Whoevnh heerd ob dancin wif rubbahs on?â€"I\'cw York Journal. Noddâ€"If you want to adjust mat-tors properly, why don‘t, you give your wife so much a. year? ToddLI do, old man. So much!â€" Nuggets. More Conspicuous. Editorâ€"You want; this “ad.” run nexs to pure reading matter, I presume? Aevettiserâ€"Not at all. Just put; it next to something sensational. " THE MARKETS. u U“ ...... a. spring. bu nae, bu. ............. 5- bu, --.......-- Liverpool Min-ken. POULTRY SEEDS. "0 Did. $0 72 $0 3 30 5 00 .3 b0 1 20 80 63 t I (18 1/2 11 10 95 EM) 5|) 3fto$ to $9 00 7 UO 7 00 5 00 to $0 20 to $0 humans-a 00 20 60 40 35 90 wmmcnam»$c.cv 00 50 60 40 35 :30 10 00 95 13 90 Slu- turm-d :m‘ny lwr ho should road 'ho mrmw on her Yuma “v wvnt am mik'n: m her uhuut tho journey with l“ the calm unmnvvrn imuu'nnble. "Ynu mus! sum! sumo handsome pr“- scrt< tn _\’nlll' nmther, Daisy." he su'd: ':'.nm;:!1 l snmunw she “mum rather Lnlu- 0m- lnuk at yum- fat-(- than any- (1Iing _\'ull muld wml hvr." “My poor nmlhcr!" said Daisy. "Sin: iid low.- mu." “0f murm- she did,“ he replied. not ll.(1t"l'<'7:lllt“llg tlu- gist ut' her speexh. ‘I Should liku you In chume her some- “-.in:.:« :l hnndsunu- velvet dru s' ll. “and I shall go down to Fernvule my- self to take it." "51M“ you?“ asked Daisy. her pale [ill‘c brightening. [ax-c brightenin". “sz, and I shall! tell your mother you um 34; greatly in low with the fair land or Frunw. that yuu could not leave it, even for 1101'." Never a word said Daisy. She helped her husband in all his packing. she wr- rznged his beaks and papers. “I need not take those," said Sir Clin- ton. "1 shall be back in the autumn; I can take them then." She did not complain or reproach him, but day by day she grew pom-er and thinner: her eyes grew more sad. her smile came 108$ frequently. He was kind to her, but he did not notice the change; even had he done so, he wunld never have attributed it to anything connineeted with himself. It was her own wish to remainâ€"he did not know that that wish was prompted by his in- different-e to her. She saw that f-rum the hour he decided on returning to England, his spirits grew higher and lirhter; she heard him singing once, mine sweet little snatch of sungâ€"a. thing he had never done sinee they had lawn marriml; he generally walked almn: like a man overburdened wit'h gleam. He sang and laughed. he talk-ed :ayly allont some friends whom he hop- ed In meet. he seemed better and bright- er than he had been for years. "He is relieved to git away from me." thought Daisy: “the very thought of it has vheered him. Why did he marry me:‘ BETWEEN TWO LOVES. ll“ made continual careless references to the time when he should be gone, um-mwcions that each one was as a sword in his young wife's heart. Tiller: tlu; «1:13: (-nmu wlwu his preparations \"oru all completed, and it was time to start. “v was cheerful and smiling when be bid her :IdiPll. "Ynn are quite sure. Daisy, that you lin not rvpem?" he said. “It is not too lulv. if y'm \anllll like to go; I will wait um}! ln-nmrrow." "l «in not repent." she replied. “You will enjuy being by yourself." He did nut Cummdict it. though sh. \V-Hlll] have given Iho whole world to hrlu- lu-nrd him say it was not so. L‘b‘swl ht‘l'. "H. ml-hy. Daisy," he said: “take cure of yuursvll', enjoy yourself. have wary- "lzing ynn want: and if ynu feel :lull. .- sure that you “The inn] tell me 30; film I slmll come for you at once." ’l'lw next umnwnt he was gone. If ho had tux'nvd his head. he would have mm that Daisy. his wife. had fallen llu- one «load to the ground; but he Ill‘\'1‘T turm'd t0 look at her, and so “mm on to his (loom. It was strange to ha in England Main. to hear the well-known townie (In all sides to see the familiar white cfil‘fs, to tool at home. A few hours and he was in Londimâ€"London. the sw :0 wt his love and his sorrow. Min- tho first place he wont to was his ‘ ; there he know that he should hear (1‘; lm news. all the rumors of the (lay; tlu- without having to ask any ques- ti w hiznsvlt‘, he would hear all nhere ‘\.I“ " 1“”. HM was most warmly welcomed. Sir (‘1:‘4 i Adair had always been a grant i'avnr'» in society. and when he was swn ‘I‘t'u again at the club. every one gnu»). him with delight. Where had he Emu? “'th had he been doing? 11‘. .v. :n overwhelmed with questions. “’hzt had induced him to leave Eng- land i.) suddvnly? What made him stay :;\~ ay so long? He evaded all those qumfmw answered them jestinzly. ate“ -.;9 Joan with a daily journal in his hands. One of his oldest frisnds, Sir “hwy-y llatWell. vame in, and was nsmauiinl at seeing him. "1 :n-ui to fancy. Adair, that. we should zu-v-‘r see you again. “'here on eamh Zi:~\»* you been? “'hat have you bl't‘ll ill-iv: away from home so long? “1- ha- heard all kinds of rumors about .\'- ' ., And that was all he understwd about "Nun- x mom true." said Sir Chin- ton. “Tm H'ut‘h is, I had a sovere ac- cidvm, AL.“ :1 long illness: I went to France to weruit myself. and found my- self so happy there I did not owe to Como honw. There is no mystery in my ahs‘vnco, ynu coo." "lmt why did you never write to any of us': "I shguld imagine that the principal l'Onso-n was because I had nothing to any," rvpliod Sir Clinton. laughingly. “I allppnso the world at home has gone om just us though I had hoe-n in it?" “I suppose so; we are none of us miss- ed for longâ€"mot even the host and clevmst, You have just reached home in time for 1110 close of the season. I was at a grand ball last evening." “Where wag that?" asked Sir Cl’ntan. “It was one given by the Duchms of Roasecam. She has given by far the best balls of the season." He had nerved himself to hear her name; it might even be that he should be compelled to look on her face or to Fpeak to her; it was quite imposdble to tell what complications might arise. He had steeled himself, as he honestly believed. “The Duchess of Rosecurn?" he said. “I knew both the duke and duchess when I left England." vvuvu - ---. â€"v~ “They were oily married last yum," said Sir Gregory. hold her tightly in his BY BERTHA M. CLAY. S] It (‘LLV'I‘ON SL5 RI’IHSEU CHAPTER XXI V. (Continued) arms, and them, adthoug'n there was some idea of it even then. How is the duke?” He longed to say, “How 13 the duchess?” but his courage failed him. His heart beat, his pulses thr'med at the sound of her name. He did not even hear Sir Gregory's answer. “\tht folly!" he said .to himself. “I, who ought to be, who swore to be. strong! I Willâ€"I will be master of my- self! Neither her name, nor her fat, nor her voice shall have power to move “How is the duchess?’ he asked: and his friend wondered at the strange tom. of his voice. “She is what she always promised to be, the prettiest woman in London, and, I think, one or the most popular. too." “She was always that,” said Sir Clinton. “No, not always. I think." replied 84: Gregory. “She altered very much after her marriage.” “Altered since her marriage! Haw Was th-ut?-â€"én what way?" he tried to think. “Was she more or less beauti- ful, more or less amiable, more or less proud? How had she altered?” Then he went on to speak or some other friends whom Sir Clinton had known. He would have given anything to know, not that it concerned him par- ticularly, but it is always interesting to hear of a change in a person one has known well. He was overwhelmed with invita- tions, but he steadfasfly refused them. He was not going to place himself in the way of temptation. Lady Smt pressed him to come to her entertain- meat. “You will meet the Duke and Duchess of Rosecarn," she said, “and the duke is so much improved since his mu- riage." ”kl-t is a great inducement.” he repli- ed, “but I must decline." ,_ He laughed bitterly to himseir when Lady Sam had go'neravyay. _ “So much improved, has he? Lady May has improved him, I supposeâ€" tanght him elocutio‘n, perhaps. among other accomplishments! I did not know that there was room for improvement in his grace!" He began to wonder if, after all, he had done Wisely in returning: If he was to hear continually about Lady May, 'he had better have remained in France. Two nights afterward he went with some friends to a concert, given at the mansion of a great princms, for a charitxble purpose. Sir Gregory join- ed him there. "We shall have all the celebritia of London, here to-nig‘ht," he said. “and, among others. the Duke and Duchess of Rosecarn." “I do not; think I shall remain," he said, hastily. He was a strong man, but the thought of seeing he:- made him trem- ble like a reed in the wind. Then he reproached himself again for his folly, for weakness. “What is she to me now?” he saidâ€" “only another man‘s wife, just as I an another woman’s husband. What can it matter whether I see her or not?" "Thea-e is the duke." said Sir Gre- gory, “and the duchess, too. She is talking to Lady Sant, and Lady Sam is my particular aversion." She was there. 119 did not look in‘ mediatcly, for a blood-red mist came before his eyes, the noise of rushing waters in his ears: he trembled like a. leaf, then clenched his hands and bdr: his lips, to keep himself sneady. “'l‘hâ€"e'duchessr looks very lovely to- night." said Sir Grom'ry: “in my idel, she is the best-dressed Woman in Lon- He remembered herâ€"dear Heaven! how well he remembered her, as she stood in the full glare of the light. her jewels gleaming, her proud eyes flash- ing soon! How well he remembered the queenly gesture. the wave of the white head, the cruel. cutting, bitter words that came from her lips! ~Was he mad, to run the risk of meeting he: again? “‘Do you think the duchess much changed?" asked Szir Gmry. “They were not married when I knew Then he raised his eyes and baked. Great Heaven, that was not Lady May! “I do not see the duphess,” he said. in a strange voice. of “Do you see the lady in the cream- colored brocade?â€"that is the duchness. She has a diamond tiara. She is talk- ing to Lady Santâ€"yo-u know Lady Sam?” "Yes," he replied. slowly: “I know Lady Sam. Is that lady die Duchesl “Yes; I thought you said you knew her.” said Sir Gregory, almost im- patiently. “She was one or the Lan- da‘lesâ€"Lady Anne Lamdaieâ€"a‘nd she has improved wonderfully since she be- came Duchess of Rosecam." "That was not the lady I expected to see," said Sir Clinton, slowly. Sir Gregory laughed. “Whom did you think the duke had married, then '2" "I fancied I had heard that he was engaged to some one else, but I may have been mistaken." He was beginning to speak slowly; it seemed to him that the lite-blood was freezing in his veiny-that his lips were growing stiif and would not move. “I never heard that the duke was en- gzvged to any one else. He was in love with Miss Sumhope. people said, and with Lady May 'l‘re'vlyn; but he was never engaged to either of them.” Great drops stood on his forehead. He clutched the back 01 a chair, and leaned heavily upon it. Then ‘he st'opped abruptly: not to have saved his life could he have uttered me name. “I réadâ€"itâ€"I remember now," he said. “I read in one at the papers that he was to marryâ€"" ' “That he wns to marry Lady May Tnevlyn.” said Sir Gregory. coolly. “Yes, I remember reading that; but it was contradicted the next day." “True! How could it be true? Your wits have left you, Adair. How could it be true when he married Lady Anne? I know that be admired Lady Trevlyn very much. but she would have nothing to say to him." “Why?" he asked, in a. house voice, quite unlike his own. “I do not: know," replied Sir Gregory, lightly. “People were kind enough 00 say it was because she.nked some one Clinton. '7' it was not true?” said Sir 'r' CHAS. W. RICHARDS, Publisher Prop. also. \Vhat has come to you, Adah-'1 What are you looking at? I believe yan have left your sense, and reason, and “its in France." Just then the Duke of Rosecarn saw him, and came across the room to greet him. “You are an entire stranger. Sir Clin- t(n.” he said; “you have hug time to travel over the world. You find a great many changes among us. Let n. intmdm-e you to the duohess." “'J'Ihis London world is new to me,‘ he said. And, before Sir Clinton could answer, he was bowing to a very lovon l4dy, “M1 pink and white race, golden brown hair. and laughing eyes. How difierent to Lady May: He never remembered what he had said to her. and the duo!» (-14% must have thought him strange, for when he came to a full consciousness of what was passing around him, it Was askfing him it he had been ill. He never knew either how the might m-nt on. People spoke to him, and he uusxvcrod them; 1hey greeted him, and he replied to their greeting; but one idea WSSC‘SSQd,011€ thought engrossed himâ€" :n‘ru- all Lady May had not med his rival! , A beautiful morning, and Sir Clinton Adair sat at his sumptuously appointed breakfast table. A bright warm, sunny morning, the world laughing under the lovely light of the sun. He had alien up the papers one after another, and in each of them found an announce- ment of his arrival. “Sir Clinton Adair returned from tho Continent on the 23rd." His coming home. therefore, would not long be a secret. A curious feeling was on him; gradu- ally he awoke to a new feeling or life; a new sensation, as of. hope and un- bitzlon, stirred within him. It was such a. busy world. a bright, busy, hopeful world; men all seemed intent on busi- ness or pleasure; there was action, energy, animationâ€"how difie-rent from the life of stagnation he had been living at Seville. He shudder-ed as hehthoufllt of it. ”After an," he said to himself, “men are born to be men, not hen-micaf He knew that he should never have gone through the hermit’s stage of his existence but for the love and the 001‘- row that had driven him mad. His return would be a matter or pub- lic gossip 10-day, to-mon-ow forgotten; but one thing struck him, he must (1!.- clare his marriage; no one here in England knew anything about it, and every moment in which the announce- mem was delayed it became more dif- ficult. Why, he could not tell. Daisy was a. lovely, lovable girl. devoted no him; she was graceful and accomplidr ed he had no need to feel ashamed at her; no one knew anything of her bird: or connnectfions, neither was _there any need for them to know. He asked him- self,» over and over again, how it was that he disliked the idea of announcing it? Perhaps he feared that he would be teased for leaving his beaurtind young Wife far away; perhaps be dis- liked thi- idea of making himself the subject of conversation. Whatever it few hours' peace is an I He looked through the “Fashionable Intelligencez” there was no new: of Lady May. He longed to ask. He thought to himself that he would spend the morning at his club; theme he should pmbably hear some new: of herâ€"aha was one of those of whom man never weary in speaking. On his way there he met one or two old friends. He would have given the whole world foe strength to have asked one or them something of Lady Mayâ€"to have throWn his head back. with a. eta-elm. jaunty air, and have asked: 7 “Bi the'way, how is Lady ng Trev- lyn? Is she married yet?" He even. in the solitude of his own room. tried how the words would sound; he said them aloud. blushing horribly at his own folly. Even that! alone. with no eye to see him. no ear to hem- himâ€"even there he stamxnered over the words. No, it was impossible: he gave up the ideaâ€"of no man or woman living could he ask the question. to no nun or woman could he speak of his lost, dem- IOVe in cool. unconcerned tones. He must trust to chance: surely there at the club, where they discussed every one and everything, they would talk of Lady May. He was profuse in his greetings, al- ways hoping that in return for what he had said some one would speak of Lady May. It would have seemed as though there was a general conspiracy not at mention her name: no one even alluded to her. All the gossip of the day we. freely and fully discussedâ€"the Duchess of Rosecarn's ball. Lady Leeson's party, the dance at Lord Rushmn’sâ€"but or the one subject of which he thirdted wid: his whole soul to hear there was not a sound. He listened intently, hardly losing one word that was said on either side of him; he would ruin have turned to than and cried: “Tell me something of Lady May." He asked questions that he thought would lead to the subject, but they failed. So far as learning one word which concerned his beautiful, lost love the “hole morning was a failure. He could not help feeling touched by the warm welcome given to him everywhere â€"he was literally inconvenienced with invitations. Where had he been? What had he been doing? Where had he hidden him- self? His hand was grasped in friendship n hundred times: one pressed him to dine, another 1,91:de for the evening. In short, Sir Clinton Adair was half bewildered by the warm welcome ex- tended to him. he thought to himself; “these are the friends I left in disgust, simply be- cause a woman's folly had driven me He Iuncbed with Colonel Dempster. md as they sat at the table he tried hard to introduce theme of Indy May. The gallant colonel talked of all the belles and beauties, but never men- tioned her. CHAPTER XXV. “n: 1 LOST, HE HAS xO'r wox." Sir Clinton thoroughly disliked me ill do it to-mon'ow," he said: “a .0; it COW. is the world I flew from.‘