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u ove met them?' $ yes," said Frithiof, color: g. "One of the brothers was in "Norway this summer, came. to our 'Bouse, dined with us, professed the atest friendliness, while all the | him je he must have known what the m were meditating. 2. : "Doubtless came to see how the tana lay,"' said the minister. "And what of the other brother?' 'I saw him yesterday "' replied Frithiof. "He was very civil; told me the telegram had been sent off "$hat morning about the affair, as it 'would not bear delay, and spoke _yery highly of my father. Words nothing, you see.' he consul noted the extreme bit- Serness' of the tone, and looked " pearchingly into the face of his visi- tor. 'Poor fellow!' he reflected; *'he etarts in life with a grievance, 'and there is nothing so bad for a man as that. . A fine, handsome boy, too, If he stays eating his heart out in London he will go to the dogs in no time."' "Bee," he said, "these Morgans, thoiigh they may be keen 'business men, yet they are after all human. When they learn at what an unlucky time their telegram arrived, it is but natural that they should regret it. Their impulse will be to help you. I should advise you to go to them 1 once and talk the affair over with them. If they have any proper feeling they will offer you some eort of employment in this new ® Stavanger branch, or they might, : perhaps, have some opening for you in their London house." "I can not go to them," said Fri- © thiof in a choked voice, "I would rather die first." "I can understand," said the con- sul, "that you feel very bitter, and that you resent the' way in which they have behaved. But still I _ think you should try to get over . that, + After all they knew nothin "of your father's affairs; they did "not intentionally kill him. 'That the "two disasters followed so closely 'on each other was but an accident.' "Btill- I oould never acoept any- thing from them; it is out of the question," said Frithiof. EL ad me if I oak play," said the consul, ou are young, and you know but Tittle of the world. If you allow yourself to be governed by pride of this sort you can not hope to get on." Now turn it over in your mind, and if you do not feel 'that you can see these people, at any rate write to them," "I can not explain it all to you, air," said Frithiof. "But there are private reasons which make that al- together impossible." The blood' had mounted "to his forehead, his lips Jd closed in a aight line; perhaps it was be- ? a they quivered that he" com- them 80. "A woman in the question," re- flected the consul. * "That compli- cates matters. All the more rea- son that he should leave London." Then, aloud, "If you feel unable to . apply to , I should redommend 'you strongly to try' America. Every "one flocks to London for work, but a8 a matter of fact London streets "just now are not paved with gold ; everything is at a standstill; go here you will you will hear that rade is bad, that employment is scarce, and that living is dear." #1¢ I could bear America I would go' at onos; aid Frithiof. 'But vt Bergen ; have heard of late path} is | vd hand. Frithiof found himself dis- missed; and somewhat cheered by the interview, he made his way to the address which had been given Herr Sivortagiie rooms were of the gloomiest; Shey reeked of to- bacco, they were ill lighted, and it | seemed to Frithiof that the window could not have been opened for a week. An oblique view of Mudie's library was the only object of in- ted Gal" 13 d Si of hers severe fade, are at the Arundel explained. '1 uld want to come in at once, that suit yout" "Oh, yes,"" she said, scanning him closely. "Oan you give us any references 1" "You can, if you 'wish, refer to 'the Swedish 'Consul oh 94 Great 'Winchester Street." 'Oh, you are a Swede," |ao ou. ¢ Whateve: in ure, Shere French for another revolution, No-| are ri [body 18 quite satisfied with the sent form of government. body feels. no matter what class belongs to, that he i and over-red-taped. . general feeling that the real rulers of the country (who are not merely the Government, but all the mem-| bers of the two Chambers; and far too many of their friends) are much "No, I am a Norwegian, and have | the only been in London since yester- terest to be seen without, though, | day." by craning one's neck, one could get just a glimpse of the trafic in Oxford Street. He waited for some minutes wondering to himself how a successful author could tolerate such a den, and trying to imagine from the room what sort of being was the inhabiter thereof. At length the door opened, and 8 gray-haired man of five-and-fifty," with a huge forehead and somewhat stern, square-jawed face, entered. "I have read the consul's letter,' he said, greeting Frithiof and mo- tioning him to a chair. '"You want what is very hard to get. Are you aware that thousands of men are seeking employment and are unable to meet with it?' "I know it is hard," said Frithiof. "Still I have more chance here than in Norway, and anyhow I mean to get it." 21 am tired to death of young men coming to me and wanting help,"' he remarked, frankly. 'You are an, altogether degenerate rage, you young men of this generation ; in my opinion you don't know what work means, It's money that you want, not work." Yes," said Frithiof; dryly, 'you are perfectly right; It is money that I want." Frithiof rose. ; "However worthless, we unlucky have to live," he said, coldly. "'And as I can't pretend to be interested in 'culture,' IT must waste no more time 'in' discussion." He bowed and made for the door, "'Stay," said Herr Bivertsen; 'it will do no harm if you leave me your 'address."' "Thank 'you, but at present I ry | have none to give,' said- Frithiof. "Gloed-morning." He felt very angry and very sore- hearted as he made his 'way down Museum Street. Td have met with such a rebuff froma fellow-coun- tryman' seemed 'to him hard, speci- ally in this time of his trouble. He had not enough insight into char- acter to understand the eccentric old author, and he forgot that Herr Bivertsen knew nothing of his eir- cumstances. He was too abrupt, too independent, perhaps also too refined to push his way as an un- known foreigner in & huge metro- polis. "He was utterly unable to draw a' picturesque description of the plight he ah in; he could only rely on a sort of dogged persever- ance, s fixed resolve that he must and would find work; and in spite Vo | of a constant failures this never left He tramped down to Vauxhall and began to search for lodgings, |dres looked at some half-dozen sets, and finally lighted on a clean little house in a mew lookin, street a fey hun- The landlady seemed and haying paid his five shillings in advance Frithiof went off to secure his portmanteau, and by five/e'clock was installed in his new home. It was well that he hadlest no time in leaving his hotel, for during the next two days he was unable to. quit his bed, and could only con- sole himself with the reflection that at any rate he had a cheap roof over his head "and that his rent would not ruin him. Perhaps the cold night air from the river had given him '% 'chill on the previous night, or perhaps the strain of the excitement and suf- fering had been too much for him. At any rate he lay in feverish wretchedness, tossing through the long days and weary niglits, a mis- ery to himself and an a the people of the house. ' He discovered that his fiest im- pression had been correct. Miss Turnour, the landlady, was well born; she and her two sistérs=all of them now middle-aged women-- were the daughters of a country gentleman, who had either wasted his substance in speculation or fo on the turf. He was long g since dead and had left behind him the Truits of his selfishness, three oy ir wo- men, with no particular ai and brought up to no pa profession. Miss Charlotte, the middle one of the three, who had more heart the rest, tried to persuade b seé a ""No," or yeplied, AT shall ve "ill. right ina day or two. It is sathing but a feverish attack. I can't ford doctor's bills." She looked at him a little com- passionately, his poverty touched: a {chord in her own life. "Perhaps the illness has come in order that you may 'have 'time toi. "think,"' she said, timidly. Frithiof wal in 06 mood to re- spond 'to her yell metas efforts to convert him, and used to listen to her discoursés about the last day with a stolid indiflerance which 'al- together baffled her, CHAPTER XI. By. the Saturday morning he was almost, himself again as far as phy- sical 'strength was concerned, "and his mind was healthy enough to turn | Tesclutely away froni these useless broodings over the past, and to ask} with & certain amount of interess, *"What is to be done next' When Miss Charlote came to in- quire after her patient, she found to 0 bor Surprise that he was up and "What!" she exclaimed, "You well, then ?' dred yards oy Yauzhall Btation. | the window eS as sax er ve, 3 bell of 'any 'opening | the ? 1in power, gregations, nominal rulers of France have sob the many-headed | ¢ are harder mas ters than 7d the the priests or even the nobles ever were, bour- Becis is a long-sufferi eo is beginning to ki pricks. The Socialist gaint he so swelled a head that its demands are rapidly becoming more than Vie bourgeoise will stand, France, when unrest bas become ~ general as it is now becoming, a flare up § is inevitable A well-known politician said 'the other day that war of one kind or} another must break out in France within the next five = years 'His meaning wae that if war with an- other nation did not come to turn people s thoughts away from their ome troubles; = civil war, with or without = bloodshed; . a : revolution peaceable or otherwise, would be necessity. DETECTIVE DOYLE. Sir Arthur Conan Doyle sat st a ng anima animal, bub 5 DON'T FOR THE MILKERS. One--Don't put the can under the cow until her udder is clean, ; Two--Daon't begin to milk the cow with a wet tail until you have tied it. Three---Don't tie it too short, Four--Don't put your fingers in the milk. If you want to soften the |. teats milk a drop into the palm of | your hand and rub them with this. Five--Don't let your pail get too full when you are: milking a young, cow. SixDon't crack the seat of your | stool on the cow's back. it her tail goes in your eye. -- dinner on one of his visits to New [her York beside a-lady who asked leave to consult him about some 'My detective 'powers,' he replied, "are at your service, madam.' "Well," said the lady, "'frequent 'and mysterious thefts have ps 00- curring at my house for a t= 8. x | Thus, there disappeared Aa otor horn, a broo. ip - IN Bir A. Conan Doyle: golf balls, a left riding boot, 'a die tionary, and half a dozen lates." "Ab," said 'he ig of Shor 1 Toek Holmes, ite clear. Yo oer # : oan § ne i tirely different 4 from rn and it is a bad practice to change Sively, and Suddenly from one 10. other i 'ean eat. gradually, : If a hog dies on the fam, no Many growers as valuable ; oy that woods are Ten--Don's on any "account 'milk 0 any curd, rope into your | k | milk can. If A in- you find any side the sieve find out where it comes from. Eleven--Don't have yous nails wo THE CHICKEN YARD. '1 <The average chicken does Sot pax , '1 for his keep and he should [oe bk Se she heiis oy ey 'that you' he, i Baler pre % the ness wer ading SepvkiiE bey Padly' any hat corky old Tots. . Davie till holds a high price 2 5 its fine