The following text may have been generated by Optical Character Recognition, with varying degrees of accuracy. Reader beware!

Thom is some one of whom I always think as dead. though I know that ho is numbered among the living. Only by thinking of him thus can I keep the high wall standing between us from falling and crushing beneath it my hszwon, icy composure. It I ever thought of him as living, breathing. sleeping. laughing, sor- rowing, I could not beat my 103; every common sight, and sound, and act would send my thoughts leaping toward him; and. since I cannot forgetJ will not think. I will not stand in a fair garden and, lift- ing my eyes. behold himâ€"far away, in- deed. but sitll like unto me: subject as T am to God's sun, andvrain. I '21 snow hnd \ ? ‘ onabnrmn can Como; , east. and ought to I did not: ‘houghts. (air this 1 :(iid um- precious I wonder why I am thinking so regret- !nly to-day of those poor, voiceless eyeless, dead people? I have my dead, it is true, but they are not lying under the gmss,but deep down in my heart. God has not yet coma to the names 0! any of my people or the few strangers that I love. The birds cry, “We are calling him, we are smiling him !” The leaves rustle 'and whisper, “Where is he, where?" The flowers murmur. as they shake their bolls. “He used to pass this way." Every tiny blade of grass, every trill of the blackbird brings the past quivering before usâ€"the days when we had our beloved, and could look in his face. and put out our hands to touch him,that we seek to bridge and can- not, with ubitter, yearning pain that is the intense:- by rmson of its impotence. What. man or woman mourns his dead in the bitter. ice-bound winter as they do in the tender, warm. pmsimmte spring, when avery flower, and bud. and leaf, and bird Is quick and living. rioting in life, and praising God each after his kind! All things seem to remember. Often I shut my eyes, that 1 may not see the flowers growing so brrwoly n“ "'n stalks. 'lhey were here last ~~ur~1 n. . may will be here next; they are but punr por- lshable little things, and yet they come back to us every year,unliko those human blossoms that we lay away from our sight with such bitter, passionate tears and cries. Ay! Spring brings a holy. softening in- fluence with her, and jugs the memory of men and women alike to better things and better hopes. And she brings to me no more and no less than arm-n lvtwos, blun skies and gay flowers. No (Might. creeps through me as I see the first curly blossmn parting the brown mrth; no thrill stirs me us the twosone by one. each after othrr don their varied livery. I think I shall soon he like the man of whom it was writ- ten that. BY HELEN B. MATHERS. woman.) “Good~by,” I say. in faintest, drendut whisper; but he does not more or answer, and noiselessly I step past him; but when Ihavegoneascoreorsoofsteps, lpause shuddering. for over the cold desolate fields sweeps the wild and bitter cry of a strong man in his pain: “0 God! 0 God!” CHAPTER V. Spring! The dainty. lovely guest has stolen upon us early this year, sweeping away the clinging mists and frosts of the dying winter with her warm, fragrant skirts; touching the sober brown hedges with her fairy wand. until. 10! they nave bloomed forth into rarest tapestry of pow- dery green and downy dellcatest spikes of yellow, starring the banks with faint pale primroses and. purple-breasted violets, car- peting the woodlands with grayish wind flowers and slender blue-bells, that sway all their dainty blossoms with every soft wind that steals about them. She has set all the young leaves waving. the birds singing, and her south wind blowing. and over the pulsing. throbbing. blossoming earth her light feet have skimmed. leaving beauty. life, and gladness everywhere. The poor, the sick. the lonely. the rich. the happy, the sad, love her equally. and “'01- come her with eager, smiling faces and outsretched loving arms. “ A primrose by the river's brim A yellow primrose was to him, And it was nothing more.” BOMIN’ THRO’ THE RYE. ' Lquisite- ‘ ; robe :rf g'roK‘e- and w the leaves rough hand , )eir surface. yys hide-und- .s dance on the Tipping a. man- ixies; the bees symphony, of birdsgwho 370. 1 broid- :JISB No, I need not; but will he not breathe the same-:3: that I breatheâ€"see the same "pic that I see? Is he not alive and ck, here, instead of a. shadow moflng nowhere out of my sight? Sooner or r, I have always known, Paul must 10:0 the houso of his fathers; but not . not without warning. He should at ast have given me time to get myself ay, and now he is here. The whole rld was not wide enough to lie between 'and now there Is a patch of grass, at trees and flowers, and that is all. And “You know?" asks Dolly, swiftly. as she lays her two hands on my shoulders, and looks into my face. “Yes, I know;“ and in the soft; spring twilight Igo upstairs into my dusky pink and white chamber. What silly thoughts I have fallen upon! I look at my watch; six o'clock; more than time for me to go home. I pick up my hat. almost as shabby and quite as unbe- coming as the one I used to wear at the old trysting-placeâ€"tbat trysting place that I have never passed, never looked at since that Christmas morning. In our rambles at Papa’s heels. if he has gone that way I have dropped behind and struck across the fields for another path. My way back to the house lies very near it; from a hedge that I shall pass I can see it quite plainly, but I never have any wish to see it. I should even like an earthquake to come and swallow up the spot that has such bit- ‘ tor-sweet memories. I leave the woodland, thinking how pretty it is, and that I will bring Dolly with me to-morrow, and go along the lane that leads homeward, and, coming to the place whence the field of rye is visible with the old stile, some overmas- tering impulse impols me to climb the bank and look over. I part the boughs, and see, standing, with arms folded, on the top of the stone, Paul Vasher, looking out at the tender green and fresh 7 243,! beauty of gold and m1..de wood. 1 [ I wonder if I shall live to he an old wo- man? Perhax‘v Lud take to flirting in my old age lib 4);--.,r.-.. Hc’ n of Troy, and the rest. ~ ‘um “I: other-clay I nevorknew that Antlmny’s gmllless was thin .' years old whnn she fnll in love with hill.; that Helen of Troy was forty when she clopod with l’aris.sixty when she returned to her long-sutl'orlng husband. Madame Reca- mier was reckoned the most beautiful wo- man in Europe from the age of thirty- eight to fifty-three; Aspusia ruled royally from the ago of thirty-six to that of sixty; (LL .2' r so many more of them ; and to my thinumg it is a nnmcle, with all these frisky matrons on racontthat our mothers and grandmothers don’t cast about their eyes among the neighboring squires for a. Paris, an Anthony, or anything else with a. presentable name. , NWT,“ -v. ...v u“...â€" tor of that the one frqeucntly suggests the other. N ow and than I feel a desperate distaste for my brigh t-colored dresses and insonciant ways, and lean severely toward sackcloth and ashes, while as to lamenta- tion I doubt not I could lift up my voice in a dolorous howl with the bust. These luxuries being dcnic" me. I am gal-bed like any other Christian, and my voice is seldom raised in anything more. distracted ‘ than a bellow across-country after one of the boys. item and flowers, and that is all. And mnmn is with him who took my life r hand. and trampled it under her “ind her son is here, her’s and Paul's. he has triumphed over me in very id she is not. only Paul Vasher’s the mother of his child. They » a handsome family, the dark, father. the exquisite mother, I dare say I shall see it ‘ 1hr, he has grown to love ‘ 'Qd to him by a closer, l 6:0(1 of, when he I -‘ "m Christmas : _ ,, -. r w“, "u“. my tail duos not even touch the ground, and; though I am growing as old as the hills. I have ncvpr you relieved my feelings by making a good face at him to his face. I can still sue the absurd side of things as quickly as the sad, though for tho mat- .A- -- ‘ waters of adversity swirl over his head, has my hearty contempt. I ask no pity, and, What is better still, no one ever ofl'crs me any. I make just as much hurry to be down in time for prayers as over I did in my life; I still love that unlawful ten minutes in bed after being called, that has cost me so dear on many a terrible occa- sion: still, with a dexterity acquired by long practice, work at the rusty pump of daily conversation at the family table. I feel snubbed and miserable when the gov- ernor calls me by the time-honored title of a dummy, and distinctly indignant when he ap0strophizcs me as a peacock, when n‘v v..:l.1,_c__ I do not believe in any healthy man or woman dying {or love,_ unless they set themselves deliberately to do so. They must be either vicious or weak to doeqfor it it a little-minded nature thatpossessimz ‘ Emuy good gifts, counts life as stale and worthless because the one thing he desires ls withheld from him. Shame and dis- grace may well kill, and do, but mere suf- fering never; the human heart must have something more than simple pain before it It is oonsldred a poetical thing enough .t'oflie for love sumlv mm. munfi- 1......â€" *â€" my CHAPTER VI. : an eternity to a Isy, eventful 1119' rgotten me, or he to come back to 3 ud him. at every nd yet the man I field of rye, two nything rather ‘3}. 6 rest. If he I‘ um, Md leave me in quge o! .Ipathy that I other come4 in, and khal! light. ,0 come back, dear?” fad a poetical thing enough , surely men n1nst_l:_now by infln:L.J_ m] away, ” she says, AN.“ - “he ought "HI" . me.” ' "Tor mother! {,man’ s in- mgfiln loveli- " EA” \chat gaped'so ()Uore agov me o0 a woman,with whom her l“ ough, You Ppla‘co an}! that for the that. "9» WIN The buc 10 part of the congregation sit stolid and s‘ py. They have listened to him Sunda‘y after Sunday for the last twenty years, eat of them will listen twenty mom; (1, if he were to suddenly awakaoutoi his sloth and preach a good gouging senuon, it would probably dis- _n,,.p,,,.(.§,7};.\l;§ rribly, and' give them waking them uncom- ‘ $3,350 question .|-- A- L, passive- ng?” But oh! how much more sw does the voice of the ignorant bird inform our hearts and ears thanthat of the preaching, reasoning man! It is Sunday morning, and all Silver. bridge that is not. lwiriddon, infidel, and naked. is sittingin church )istuning to Mr. Skipworth’s dr ning mice that makes up in sound what; it. lacks in sense. The chancoLdoor is open, and through it my eyes, weary of gazing at the vacnous rot- undity of my pastor and master’s counten- ance, .wander, refreshed by the pale green of the young leaves on which the lights and shadows quiver and leap.. A bird, alighted on the thxeshold, is sending his shrill, clear song straight; into the church, ‘ and Mr. Skipworth shakes his head impa- tiently as though he said, “how dare‘that impndent bud lift up his voice while Inm 0h, Night, your houréjaro-‘ingg and si- lent. and the faint day-break of the morn- lng comes not yet. does not exist, 1 show a fairer courage than he who vaingloriously goes forth to battle trusting in his own strength. with- out sending up one prayer for safety. This night, then, is my breathing-spams. and in it I will struggle to convince my- self that to disobey any natural beautiful instinct of my Heart is virtueâ€" indulge every Irresistible impulse and [on ng, sin; to make my heart cold and hard as steal. my eyes blind and dull as those ota mole; ‘ to transform myself from a creature of flesh and blood, subject to human passions, tor-a chill, black automaton. Then, may g», I shall be,ablc to meet him, not as my 03‘, lost lover, but as the husband of an- other woman. This is my teak. And since I know my Hanger, and meet it, not hiding my countenance from it as a phantom 15th a lying spirit. would tell me My mind contemplates the misery and bitter circumstances of the situationâ€"the sight of my enemy filling my place. usurp- lng my rights. My heart sweeps away all paltry, trlvial considerations and, looking the truth fairly in the face, sees and recog- nizes. trembling, the danger of the hour It bids me put all my armoron, since love that is lawful strengthens, and love that is unlawful makes men and women alike weak as waterâ€"fly! better and stronger ones than are Paul and I. ‘ Is it a sin that,my eyes beholding him to- day, have been blest indeed? Is it a crime that my body is one uche to feel the mer- est friendliest touch of his hand, my ears one eager heazkening for the sound of his voice? And this is my strength, this my composurathnt I have built up so slowly and painfully, to melt away like snow be- fore the sun at a more glimpse of his un- conscious facel Is it as another woman’s husband that I think of him; or as my lost lover,who cleaves to me through time and space, and who is mine as I am his? Less of fear than delight moves me, I wis, ut knowing he is come to me, that I have seen him,a living, breathing man, instead of a gray shadow in spirit-land, divided from me by a river my feet shall never cross. night 2" At last I am in my chambormhe door is looked. and I am z..oue. Iopen my windovfgtéib, and the soft, moist air creeps ”,3 "r”, We faint. earthy smell that. ever l" I: abroad in early spring, whisper- “ Aganat Nature’s ”tarsus no stirring at ’ their sourceaand preparing new and bean- tiful trmures for our eyes’ delight. There is no moon, find the darkness in- folds me in its softness, and seems to hide me awayâ€"body and soul, unborn thought- and conscious reeling, anxious tear and trembling joy. Joy! What have I to do with it th 5 night? As though it were a demon,I must send from me the heavenly visitor that has stayed so long away from m_e, _lest guy’soul perish. {fight 2" “The Tempests return next week, " says papa, with a grateful change of subject. "What the old man can be thinking about to race about the world as he doesâ€"” Here he pauses exprosslvely. “Do you hear, Dolly?" I say to her. “George is coming back! Are you not glad?” “Very,” says Dolly. As I look at her pretty, blooming face a happy thought strikes me. Why should not she and George make a match? She always liked him, and he would suit her for better than he ever would have suited me. I wonder what he has been doing with himself these last two years? dis- tinguishing himself, I hope. Bedtime comes. “Good-night! good- .u_L-n1 AA 1,,‘ u- Dolly turns red as a turkey-cook, and screws up her mouth in a form that says plainly enough, “Never!" I go on with my fox's nose without a word. “ Vasher'must not be slightod, "says the governor; “so you will call upon her and talge the girls.” But this little diplonizitic m’o'v'éuavans her gaming. “If those reports are afloat,” says mother. “will you wish me to call upon her? Than: are the, girls, you know." _ - ..__..v-.‘vu. I am told she. is magnificent. hey say he left her mm days aftor he married her, and never returned to her for a year. I don’t believe a word of it myself, for the Vashers were never hasty men, they al- ways looked before they Ionpedmnd I never heard of one of them marrying beneath themâ€"which is more than can be said of most good families nowadays, where at least ono cook, or housekeeper, or worse, moves in the family circle. Mrs. Vnsher is one of tho Flemings ofâ€"shiro." Never before did I hear so long and peaceablo an oration from the governor. Plainly the subject: has a soothing effect upon his mind. “A’pack of lies, no doubt; they always are whorou‘hapdsome Woman’s concerned. “What are they?” asks mother, with a certain curiosity in her voice; gontleas she is, I mu sure it would grieve her to hear evil spoken of Silvia Vasher. Here .43 governor pauses, and gives an uneasy glance at Dolly and me, as fathers and mothers have a knack of doing when they find the conversation turning more to meat than to milk. “High time he did. too; the estate’s go- ing to wrack and ruin. And he has brought his wife and son. There are queer stories abroad, I am told, about his rela- tions wl‘ his wife.” “So Vasher has coma back?" he says to mother, when he has got his pipe, and is blowing out. long, comfortable clouds that make us all cough and wink again. The governor's visit: to New Zealand has not altered him in any way, neither have the added years made any perceptible change in his appearance. To~nlght he is in an amiable mood, and there are no dos- perate pauses and pregnant hiatusas 1n the canersatlon. How easy it is to amuse a man when he pulls with you, not against you! “Supper is waiting," says Dolly, enter- ing hurriedly; and wego down-stairs with much haste and more fear. “Don’t. be afraid, m6ther: if v30 d6 51; face to face, I dare say I shall know how to behave. " Mother does not understand quite. My ski]! sewn; a yery long thllerago to her. “It ls such a pity,” goes on mother, “hhat your father liked the Vaahers al- ways; if ho were quarrelllng with them, as he does with everybody else, there would be no trouble. I am afraid you will have to meet. him,” she says, stroklng my halr gently; than she adds, wlstl'ully: “Is lt so very hard to you, dear? It should not be by nuw." “She won’t come here, mother, dear, ” 1 say, kneeling down by her side; ”and you loot! only leave cards. " CHAPTER VII. 1k}; to be :wggd tell you i are. andsee us stir- V _th_e right There boys who will not follow a circus p wossinn ox- band wagon. They are u ‘1' tbs doctor’s care. ‘ A boy whose mouth is wonderful, in that it does the double service of tasting and hearing, was in Sun Antonia recently. His name is John Milmnd, and his home is in Sabina]. He was born ten years ago. Both ears were closed at birth and they have never been of service to him. But by a remarkabe freak of nature his mouth has done what his ears ought to have done, and he is not incommoded 1n the slightest. Several local doctors examined and tested the powers of the mouth and pronounced the case a. phenomenon with- out a parallel. Ethelâ€"“Ho told mic so, pupa. (1031‘. V116 said he was willing to ‘live on his love.’ " Unduubu-dly. Knoxâ€"“How do you know it is you and not your mopey George \ nuts to marry?” was no less a person than Jimmy Dime, the boxer, who fought, young Grille. Dime has the reputation of being one of the host runners in the business. He expected to win i'ho race and was very much disheart- ened over his defeat. Dime said that he has been making it living,r for u long time running in professional races. Dime is new in New York in search of something, to do at his adopted profils-‘inn. Dime has not, been in the ring since his excellent wmosc with young Gm). Dime has kept himself in good si':ipe,liowe\'er, and is pro- pnred to tackle a iy 128-pounder in the ring. Dime’s backer. .T. Lamarr, of Pitts- burg, who has been sick, is well again, and has informed Jimmy that. he will back him for any amount. Dime has a desire to fight the winner of the Handler- Luvlgue battle. He intends to past; a for- feit to clinch a meeting Dim:- (‘nu't I'Iw-n Run. Jimmy Dime. tho pugilist, who has many ndmirvrs in this city. Troy and Am- sturdum, rocvntly entered tho Mai-yard foot bandit-op at the grounds of tho Punch Bowl Athletic club, Newark. He entered tho race as .1. Woods, Boom-on, and came 0 It second best. There wore. three heats. In the (11nd hunt there were three starters, J. Woods. N. Noonun and W. Raymond. E u'h was bent on getting the money and the, struggle was very exciting. Noonan mu the flee-test and won the money and rat-0 Ivy six inches. J. Woods was scnond and W. Raymond third. The timv mm 13 seconds It was discovered before the mm: were over that J. Woods, of Boonton, Three of the six matches, you see, are laid on tho table in the form of a. triangle, and the other three are plucvd on end, meeting at a. common point above, Thus you haw the four triangles required. If the man who is a‘wuys going around asking pooplv to sulvu puzzles vvpr tvlls yim that you can‘t Ill-‘lkt‘ {our triunglos of vqlml sizu uglt of six nmtchvs, you may be prnparcd for him by nmking a little study of the accompanying dingrmn. Having: succm‘ded in doing this, whether you cannot place three gl‘ upon a fourth in the same way. me posmon or me masses shown in the illustration ulm 05L Mplnins itself. You will ' to r-ry it tontat-ivnly, so as to got; thu ox. point inside. tl. e glussos. whore tlw stic': will some the purpose desired, but- ir may be (lnnv by careful handling. vv,,, , To perform this pretty experiment you nucd throu old-fashioned champagne glasses and two wooden sticks, say the or- dinary pen-holders. r- ....‘. ..vm.u_v uuun, uuu Providence snnds good things to fill the mouths of the beautiful. Who does not feel his heart 1urn warme toward the joy- (T() HE CONTINUED.) he 1'. ml the l'rippvry and brave :0 gm, inm it. and (MW away alone. “ lrlundxonu-St woman I ever saw in my 1111-!" I hcm' the governor‘s \‘uicu saying as m- orass the church-yard bvhind him; “and Yasher ought to hnvubuun with in... " V_,. n-.. "mu-L uuyualuu and fairly, face to face at last. The dawn- ing look of triumph wavers and dies before (she cold. steady scorn of mine. Ay, Ma- dame Sill 'le though you stand there his wife, and I stand hero lonely, forsakenâ€" though your words have come true, and you have {.30 your heart‘s desireâ€"you are a chmt, an intorlopo ': in is I who am con- queror. not you. \ on‘smle Paul’s body and nmnn from 1111-: hub his heart, his law. his life are minu. and you know it. [in will not (men he 50011 by your side on this Hm :ippvm-mic-u among: his own p00- plu. All this my eyes say lo her as we look upon each 01 her, and then we kneel down. .\i the gum Mrs. Vnshor's carriage awaits hm', suprrhly appointed, as uronll her sur- roundings :it all times, and I think to my- si-El' ilmv small I shnixld fuel in spite of all the l'rippcry and bravery 01' it if I had :0 gm inm iii and (lrivn- uwuv ulmm gm. Ask Polnmd0ugatlonm There are certain well-known landmarks in sin that they steer clear of, {or the rest it is out of all conscience to suppose that honest, industrious bodies, who say their responses and omens every Sunday of their lives, can be anytihng but safe for a com- tortable place in the next. world. Among these simple folk are some wolves in sheep's clothing; men who beat their ‘ wives, neglect their children and spend their earnings in an ale-house, who are, in fact, veritable mauval ssujets. But mark the difi'ercncei These men come up to time every Sunday morning; in their places they sit with their pommeled wives and hungry children, with a decent coat, and a clean face, and steady legsâ€"respect- able. Let them commit one tithe of these misdemeanors and step away from wor- ship, and they are outcasts. Under the pulpit, in the square red-cur- tained pewnf the Vashers, sits Silvia, Paul Vashor’s wife. I know she is there; but I have not glanced once in her direction. But now, as Mr. Skipworth closes his book and we all rise, I look across the church, and we meet each other‘s eyes fully and fair-Iv ft‘nn 4.. r.._,, , "‘ point “CUM Hears “’ith His Mouth. A {\lulvh l’uzzlu Triplet (i hmsex. .. UV“ you. \ou‘stolo Paul’s body mm mn: hm his heart, his _- are minu. and you know it. even he won by your side on mmwu among: his own p00- < my oym my to her as we look .. , - :c? ’1‘:le about beauty 001),“Hundsomu is as :mdthu rest of those ylngs that man never tln-r the embodied spite "v ich {gunma- 3 n it: is the ’ one has , of anoth- y cleaely in- .r and connect, hit 7:; a. thing ny nobody cares, bun glasses “Well: it Sih't best 7161: Evyoung" creotux- liququ to bo__t_1_'apesln' round the ooun-i “I do believe you tho]: me gn' John would run away it we had a. chance,” sho Egghlngly declared one time. the other from watching. Marietta had been so quiet and well-behaved over the situation that her parents regarded her as a very superior being indeed. It is true she had teased her‘ mother somewhat by proposing to go alone, and then and where expressing innocent surprise when she found that she couldn’t go alone. The corn was in the crib. and his mind being freed from that, Mr. Skippe turn- ed his attention to his daughter. Three lrksome days had passed, and both Muri- etta and her mother felt secretly glad to be released, one from being watched and Marietta felt guilty and conscious-511111:- mon when she returned to the room where her mother sat busily sewing on a new patch work quilt, but her heart harden- ed when she reflected that she was being deceived as well as deceiving. or rather that they thought they were deceiving her. “What you doin’. ma?" she inquired, merely for the sake of saying something. “Mukin’ you a quilt, honey.” "I don’t know as I’ll ever need it, if I ain't goin’ to marry John an' go to housekwping. 7' “Never mind, honey. somebody else ’11 come along one 0’ these days. ” “Could you a married somebody else than pa?” . “Now, Marletty.” “An' didn't you an’ him run away? ”Taint no use, me. 11' I don’t marry John I don’t marry nobody." “Well, well, honey. we’ll see.” “Yes, we will see," said Marietta, firmly. ‘ “No, there uiu’n another girl in this settlement that ’ud be so wall behaved, an’ she’s an only child. too. Her pa must buy her a. new dross next tune he goes to market. ” “She’s behm’in’ real puuceabio.” mused her mother, well pleased. “She‘s a. good child. if I do say in. What you doin', Marietta?” “Fixiu’ pa some supper where it'll keep x'm'm. I ’lowed he'd be real hungry when he came in." “I‘d better go layanobhor stick 0’ wood on the kitchen fire, then." Maybe you had. ” Mm Skippo felt safe in allowing her daughter to go int-o the next. room alone. The daughter had been flitting mstlessly about all the evening, singing to herself. As soon as she went; into the kitchen sho burst, into another song. It; was a negro molody. “Como my love 311’ go with me. Oh. my love. I'll moot you.” She mpeatod the sumo words over two or' three times, as though she hml forgot- hn the remainder 01' the song. i “Sh ! yes, zm' he 'lowod he Wouldn't come home to supper; he took a cold snack with him un‘ wu mighL keep the cofl'eo pot warm ‘guinsl. his comin‘ back. ” “13 pa down at the stillinl’" Marietta inquired rather anxiously that evening. IIL‘LI_._4 â€"â€".I L ' Mr. Skippe and another mountain farmer were converting: some of their corn into a more marketable article. and as they had not paid the United States Government for the privilege, they work- ed in darkness and secrecy. They were moonshiuers. Marietta had no opportunity to be“ her side of the story, but nevertheless that afternoon when the neighbor went: away she carried a brief and badly spelt. note with her for John Kurd. ,,,,U V- 45"" Alli-ALLURI- “She is young, but; 13., my flrrt; baby had come ’toro I saw my seventeenth lulrthday. You'd better just lob ’em alone. There uln'c nothln' like affect-ion to fan love into n towm‘in’ flro. Young fo'ks take mutually to courtln, you know, hub it ain’t always serlous 11' they're let alone. " LISTENING ()1: \VHISI'ERING. the love story from Mrs. Skippe while Marlena cooked the dinner. “But what have you got agln’ him 1*" “Mr. Skippo ’lows he’s lazy, an’ then Mnrlobta's too young to get married. ” “nu - A neighbor came oubmto “spend the day. " the non day. She heard all about "‘So they’re goin’ to make a prisoner 0’ me an’ take me off to Aunt Luslndy’s, are they? I’ll see about that. I’ll burn the house down before I’ll go, and I'll toll pa so, there! She muttered to her- self when ulone again. But, second thoughts were wiser. She decided not to say anything unbll absolutely necessary, but hogan devising some scheme for com- municating with her lover. John Hurd if she stayed here. " ‘ ’l‘hats just what she ’lOWs they'll av." ”Thou we must keep her in sight :u’l the time till she gets ofl‘, an’ don" my nothin’ to her 'bout goin' till 1 fl i~h ‘ gatherin’ the corn. It’ll be dam. in a day or two, un’ then I'll just pick her up an’ start. Where’s shu now?” “Oh, in bud, zm’ asleep I s'pose. " “Better go sou. Young fo’ks in low are powerful sly and tricky. " "Say, pa, you don’t think she'd run away to-night, do you?” “There ain't no u-lliu’. ” Mrs. Skippe rose in haste to go into the next. room, and Marietta, who had been listening at the closed door, sprung nimb- ly back into her bed. Her young heart bout. fast with indignation, but she lay with closed eyes and composed face when her mother bent over hot. Juhu ”I’d just. béen tllquiEâ€"O' than myself, an the sooner we get her 011‘ the better. Like us not she’d be runnin’ away with r J.“ 1' mor’ u out. o‘ sight. out; o’ "mind with these young creekurs. " “How would in do to send her out into Funnis county to sister Lusindy’s?" urn 1 “She will stay, (301).,{3gi1 fret, ma, un’ dou’n pester yourself. neither ’bout her beiu’ an old maid. It. don’t need to be “But she ’lows she’ll never marry 8'1)“ body else. no. not if she has to be an old muld all her days. I’m afraid Marletta’s got u will like your'n pa. She takes after you, anyway. She might. be willin’ to stay wlth us a Whllu longer beln’ only slxnoon an’ our only child. too,” withla twinge of motherly jealousy. u”. .. “Beforé I’d s66 her married to him, I’d tic him to a saplin up here in the woods, and sit by with my shot; gun an’ vgatch him myself, till the buzzurds picked my eyes out," Mr. Skippe declared emphati- cally. Mr. and Mrs. Skippe.were sitting be- fore the fire in the kitchen holding a_low toned and serious consultation. Marietta had been foolish enough so [all in love with John Hurd, a. young man they dis- likqgl very much. A MOUNTAIN Author of “Adventures of Rebel, etc. BY MATT CRIM. Copyright 1895. ELOPEMENT. \ team. lib-played wit]; 'bgliliancgf, and when t]: donly The next week; "“553; QB 11 , the school, Tom who mo“F -2 } T' his fathog, asked to take,- Special Doing His Best. A Scotch school journal recently pub-I llshed the following pathetic anecdote, says The Wcllspring: The crack batsman of a school crlcket. team was the only son of a gentleman who for many years had been blind. He. had played and loved the game in his boyhood, and when his son was old enough to take a pm In it he would be led to the field every time he played, and anxiously follow every stroke through the eyes of his "gr“mnlons. Upon returnlnghomo the ga‘ an s n- ly discussed, and the sen ode. an cogs“ detail. Last summer the Melon: a partial vacuum under the will per-min you to lift the table. a horizontal positfon . . ..-‘ 7‘: Anna. Pour water into a wine glass until it is nearly full and place the palm of your hand squarely over the mouth of the glass. taking care. to bend your fingers at a. right angle, as shown in the lower illustration. Still holding your hand firmly upon the glass. stretch out your fingers suddenly in It was not until he looked into the dimplod baby fawn of his first grandchild that Mr. Skippc fully forgave the rash marriage. For a moment he was too bewildered by his freedom to realize what it meant. then the truth dawned upon him. and the woods resoundcd with exclamations so strong they were enough to frighten man as Well as birds and animals. “Blamed if it's the revenue after all. Thom was some boys outer our own set- tlcment, 311‘ Marietta 311' John have run away as I live. What a blamed fool I was to he took in so easy. Iswear to goodness I {rel Iikv runnin' away myself, and never lettin‘ anybody see me again. " at k “‘ - ..... .wuu «luv u uluu. “YOU need“ 5 hoid rue fight. gentle- .nen. I know when I 0: , 1- give up." Then he looked around for u... daughter; n pang shot to his heart. even while he felt relieved that, she had disappeared, She had deserted him, but it was macaw-rt for a woman to run away from dangex. He woxlder‘d than his captors were No silent. but it was too dark under the overhanging trees for him to diScern more than the outline of form and face. At. last they turned him around home- ward again, released him, and galloped away. WHAT'S THE MATTER WITH THAT ANIMAL TO-DAY. omcers discovered his secret? Then his courage returned, and be determined to mflnfihis Into like a. man. In was They were nearing the spot where the settlement roud crossed and where the shadows lurked deeply. Marietta lifted her head, her alert young eyes searching the darkness eagerly. And suddenly out of the darkness sounded a clear keen whistle. The next moment they were in the midst of a party of horsemen, and Mr. Skippe found himself a. prisoner. He rufl'ered a moment of agony as the jail and all its horrors rose before him, and he thought of his wife and daughter be- reft of his care. How had the revenue: “We won’t get; there in time for sup- per if you don't. hurry a little more, Marietta. What's the matter with that; animal to-day? I never saw her act so lazy. We ain’t got all night to go pokin' round the country." Dusk had fallen over the mountains before Mr. Skippe realized that they were still some distance from his old friends’ house. “We won’t get 11mm in u"... e..- m... “Much obliged to you. will.” “So you’re 011' to Funnin, are you ?” she cried from the from gate, and looking at. Murit’ettu. “ Yes, 311’ We go by Mr. Lacy'a You know the mud. " “Oh, yes, its right pretty through the xnounmina. I hope you'll have a real nice time. " Lucy’s anyway. Your ma can make up u. bundle of things for you to Lake long with you. ” So in a. short time they ware on the way, Mr. Skippa riding a big, rawboned mule, and Marietta on her own pretty little filly. They had to puss by the house where Muriutt‘a’s confidante lived. “Yes. right now. We'll not got there tic-night, but I’ (1 like to stop at. old man Nor did she displigy any central-mess when it was suddenly proposed to her to make the visit to her aunt’s. Why, yes, I’d just as Move go as not. " “Then let your thinsm an In“ _..vn ”Yes 0“ have f y H , ma! ‘ ‘To-duy 1’” “Yes. righw The M agic “'ine-G lass. SHE TAKES AFTER YOU, ANYWAY. . â€"_â€"v\~ get your thingsro; an' we'll mor the palm, which lift the glass from the and thus will produce ”got: for e tight. gentle- K :- give up. " " "-- daughter; 0V8!) \vhjle he h. an’ I don't blame an’ I reckon 1 -wu1 Prepare for Spraying. I Tea in 0 Any farmer who has a dozen or more , peg-1h apple or pear trees should have a Rpmy- 1 dress ax ing apparatus and familiarize himself : with otii wixh'thu use of fungicides and insecti- ! you Wis] cidcs. The difl‘ercnm in value between a g your But good and a poor crop will more than pay for the outfit, and it often conms handy for spraying other crcps, such as potatoes, ‘ 57 From mmtncs, etc- _.* Rulslng llvml 1.0!!"an If you have non hon-totem grown the finer hmd varieties of lettuce in your kitchen garden, do so this season. Trans- plant in rows about eight. or ten inches apart and if you want it in the greatest perfection for your hmno table, when fair- ly m-ll gmwn tie up the heads and blanch thmn until they are crisp, white, tender and delicious. Only those who have had experiencg can tell the torture cums cause. Pain with your boots on, pain With them off_ pain niwht and day; but relief is sure to those w 0 use Holloway’s Corn Cure. Van Penâ€"“Welu expecm-«i my course 11 Bella‘s letters to cost me \mnctyhlng.” VVoolâ€" ‘So you have been sued for breach of promise. v}: ‘3” Next week two lunnlred and fifty thousand people will visit Toronto’s Great Annual Fair. A very large pro- portion of this number will arrive from outside points and not a few will have but this opportunity of renewing their acquaintance with Toronto until Fair time next year. Every one. however, of this vast number. will have a rela- tive or a friend who has fallen a victim to the demoralizing; influence of intoxi- cants. for there is no family in this fair land which has not it‘ll“, directly or in- directly, the hlighting.poverty roduc- ing efi‘eets of whiskey. Now ere is ‘ there a family cirrle which has been made brighter or gltuhler luy Whiskey. i It use always brings devastation and sorrow. To huntlrevls of hmnus during f the past four years the thkt-hurst Gold 5 Cure. for altoholism has hrouzht um i told happiness. If you have :x relative. f or a friend who is t-ausin; you worry ; 0r trouble in this way. titnl out. before i vou leave the t'it)’ what ihu Lakehuist § Institute. Oakvillv. can «in for him. j Your inquity at lllv Toronto Office, 28 ‘ Bank of Connnerre lluilulinx. may be ‘ the first step lt-iulinglo his rvstoration { and may earn for you a (lt'l'i of grati- l tude. for everyone who takes our treat;- I mcnt proves: grateful. . , 7 V ___.-._...w uuu. inanimate. Mr. lit-urn, in his “Glimpses of l'ni‘umilinr anttn," gives a few speci- mnns nf the mural idt-as evoked from the ntttiw students by subjects for English ‘ cmnpusition. One boy thus wrow on “Mosquitoes." “Un summer nights we hear the (sound of faint Voice-s. and little things mine and sting uur hndit's v‘m‘luntly. We call them kuâ€"ln Bngv‘tls'n “mosquitoes.” I think ‘ {Lu filing is useful fur us, bct'ause if we begin to hlt‘l‘p tht- {:1 shall come and sting us. uttering: ll small wit-e. Then we shall be hringt-d hack to study by the sting.” To :lnutht'l' pupil was assigned the botan (Japanese penny) for a composition, and he wrote: “The hottm is lat-ground boauit-ful tosee, but it has a disugn-mhle smell. This slmttld make us remember (that what is only outwardly beautiful in human 50- t-ioty should not attract us. To be attrtvc'tr ted by beauty only may lead us into fear- ful and fatal misfurt une. "1 have received one hundred dollars mum of good from one bottle of South American Kidnev Cure " uv~..-..-â€". nun-um: An English teacher in a Japanese school discovered, by givimzout. subjects 101- com- position. Hunt: the pupils had been trained to find a moral in everything. animate and We have a. feeling of warm regard for the blouxncr girl, because she does not care whether her cap is on straight or not. To even bunch the many words of praise written of South American Kidney Cure would ('Unsumt- large newspaper space. But take at random a few: Adam Soper, Burke‘s Falls. Ont. 2 “One bottle of South Amerivzm Kidney Cure convinced me of its grout Worth." Michael McMuIlen, Chvsluy, Ont, : "I procured one botcle of South American Kidney Cure, and tak- 1m: 1! ut'cordinz to directions got immedi- ate met." I).J. Lecke, Sherbrooke. Que.: “1 spam nver $100 for treatment, but never rcceivud marked relief until I began ‘ the me of South American Kidney Cure." 1‘ “T L. .... » 9 - ‘ ' u 0m Dread Kidney Disease moved. to three days. About some things there is nu cnrtuimy, but of the certain cum that mmcs from South American Rheu- m...:.‘ ray - W, - “n. ‘-.u manic Cure there is no doubt Low Their Sway After Using 503‘“ American liheunlaxio (‘urc- ,-/' The pain and suffering caused by men- matism ls indust'ribuhle in language. The be“ “Mk, tlu- crippled limbs, the intense neuralgia pains that are caused by this trouble almost drive the victims to de- spair. The blossing comes to those who huvu learned of South American Rheuma- tic (Sure, which is simply marvellous in its cfl'ects. curing desperate cases in from one to thrcvduys. About some things there 15 llnci‘rmillfj'. but of the rprrnln nun- mrough the Mum.“ gupplied with each burtlunf Dr. Agm-w’s Cumrrhal Powder difl'ust‘s Hu- pm\'d..r over the surface of the nasal pnssugv,‘ Painless and delightful to usv, it rclicn-s instantly, and perman- nun“ 7 30V. “3 H. “'ltlu-ow. D.D.. Now To-: in: Europe with a Canadian Par! is One of Many to Talk Favornb-z of Dr. Agnew. Catarrhul Powder. There are few more travellers than thg Rev. W. H. withrow, D, D., editor of the Canadian Methindist Magazine, and 0f other publiwtiuns of the great. Methodist church or this County. He is a. wide travâ€" ollcr, and whys the opportunities that travel gives of judging broadly of the merits of any article, He has exmcssod the written opinjun 11);“ Dr.Agnew's Cut- ;u-rlmi L’nwdvr is a most excellent; remedy for cold in 1111- fund and various catafl‘hal troubles. ()m- .~ert pufi‘ of the breath through Hu- Blower. Supplied with web buttlunf In: Agm-w‘s Catawba! Powder1 (1.1le1505 1111' puwd.-r nvur the guy-{mm of the \ Paying for His I‘Idux-mlon. w W w, m... ,v. mm w...” of Dr. Agncw's Cure a; the Heart removed trouble in this case. It gives such speedy relief, that even where the symptoms are 1055 dangerousfit ought at once to be taken as a means or driving this terrible dxscase from the system. Do not our largest, sympathies well out to those who sufl‘er from heart disease? It comes so Suddenly, and its symptoms are usually so distressing that the amt agony ls experienced by the patient, The case of Mr. L. W Law, 0! Toronto, J unc- tlon, Ont, Who Was unable to lie down in bed for Blzhtoen months owing to smother- lug spells and palmmtion, 15 by no means exceptional. Who would have thought the case could be cured, and yet one bottle non- A...â€" - 'I‘ERLUBI. Pnoppgm Ur- Seize the Opportunity. T°"'"’“‘ Experience With Heart D‘wmw. Yet Cured by Dr. Agnew- Cnre For the Heart. N0 EQUAL m THE WORLD. '1‘” m- BY mnmws FOB EIGHTEEN mom-as. 21-: R H E E M ATIC PAINS. “amrrh, Hay Fever. Colds, crc Throat, Tonsilitis and ’ vx-ms. Sample bottluand on receipt. of two three-cent Dulchon, 44 Church Street, Quickly Re. I can Supply you whh Salada. Ceylon Tea. in one pound lead pavkagos at 35C pcrlb. I will ship :- all). no one ad- dress and prepay ‘1‘: I") 0“ ‘ with other oods wil‘ you wish. Vribe ft'!‘ your supplies at who! i Vitae-0n- is wry yaw-3»- ; LH‘v. It was dim-m'c-rmi In : Nm'l. nf (‘h :{K'|.G1‘Ulu,_.§[. 5 I ‘ This are make-s nu vlixir Great Remedy fur Hu- v It will rum-II tlw vidua of hu drum: and ductux‘s' mmrmm r grout rn-«turntiw. In “11th It in puro. ns‘ It «mum {rum n l Sold only «m Ilfrm-t huh-rs [general ngx-mn. l’riw $1 :1 i for $2450. Svnl [urn-paid to my 4 on receipt at pru-v. 50nd ful :lmflk-ulam to Vita-~011- D0 ' Street west, Turonto. J. JO] ' Agent. , - V...“ m... Dunn-u hxrvcls. Toronto. Ont. Canadn's Greatest t‘ommervlnl Schoul: udvan- taggs best in the Dominion: students mined to positions every week. Mada-aw mu. Wrm for catalnxu»: S‘v w 3; Elliott. l‘rlnclpt‘a. \, Ore of Life: Found at Last from us. We supplv {our grades, suit/- :lev for all classes of machinery Every. tlzixlgin abovc lines at Manufactureu' First. Cost Prices. Oak Tanned . Leather Belting ShaftiFa'g Dpulleys, Hangers 39"th3 U MAGIG SNUFF IN BOXES 25 Cents at all druggwtu, or by mail on receipt of price. Addreu: THE MILLER EMI'LSION C0., Catarrh 0“ nR. HUNT’S TORONTO TYPE FOI‘NDRY [ Perhaps it might pay an Annex-1m, jour- nal to send a ('Ulll'niSmidnffl' on bmuty all round the worm: unn who should Ki"! 3 oonmrohs-nsn'e auu unbiased opinion But it; wuuld hediflicult for the world to tklifl'e in his judicial fairness. and no mm. scientific result. could be obtained, A} bone we may all 109k about us, and ask where beauty flourishes most NU: it may be a. heresy, but we think that u“, wienbific observer will find beauty host among the young wm-kwomon and Shop cirls on one hand. and among “Hm high. («an «mm-s," “the oldest. families," on a... other. “SALADAS ,,‘_ Om'u" The Americans write as If their Women were a galaxy of loveliness ; and then comes A military critic (English), who only saw three pretty women in the States, and one of them was a foreigner. The“, 18 no knowing what to believe when Mjotis’n Inns": of the local fair. poet, were it not, {or his heavy :qv,‘ studded gloves. Thus it; may berks” that there is a great proportion of the 1‘ In these stamens, vases coins and a“ where everypno is so_graoeful Ind 200 Bo' Varlolu Notions Rave [denim Thomulveu. - Is there my handsome people on the (ace of the globe? Now. we my set aside ‘ the black and yellow and polychrome mum in general. many of whom are Well-shap- ed, and like bronze statues to look In on, but who do not Come up to the Ar :m standani ln featums and color. Learns: thwe children of nature out. of the ques- ' tion. it may be confessed that there is no rec ,ynopg whom beauty is common If the “Mb"; 131-- m wan: like their statues, then Llnrc Was owe a beautiful race, hue it is not soon-min that, they did not idruL ize themselVOI a good deal. There is lltz' more reason to guess this, as. when Ihu - have to represent a l-nz‘lnnirm. my a Gun: or a German. or a professional prlzc ll .;. , er, they make these people mhandsome m- themselves. thoug?‘ in a rougher way. There ls a famous bronze mafia boy. or, who might be ta'kenitor {"1 r. or a IT IS INVARIABLY YOU NEVER “MISS FIRE” WITH E. B. EDDY’S MATGI'IES NO MATTER HOW DAMP THE WEATHER. Is [MIR-Ema?” Sold Only In Lead Packets. .’ CUBED IN FIVE MINUTES. “ Salada." Order your Supplies of “STRIKE A lIGHT ” e is ‘1'“ Inugwrh rallo-d Orv or as dim-ow ~rmi luv Prufoss .r Thu). vagn Goulug St And no matches wasted. ADACHE STANDARDS op , V _ .. .. . sun-val ll l’riw $1 a paoknwu or three '«q-aid Many part at the 3:1an 0 s‘oud {3r (-iru-nlnrl and full CEYLON an rlixir which is Nature-'0 fur thv vuro of human ills. Mun of human dlsoasvs when ' xmslrum-x {an I! in nature's M which nnthim: in added. mus from unnn'v's laboratory. 01:! ulwlvrs or Ilu'uugh Incal 0r 4-! Bay Street. Toronto. |00 MATGHES IUD LIGHTS )ro mel. 240 Adolnidé J. JOHNSTUN. General AND Lowest Prices For Cash. Cured 1n . . A “Yeekv by “lib. ~egs._’[o_ror3to. Ont Kingston. Ont. ,-_ _., u. iris he"? Fatal. No. 28 BEAUTY.