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mart 3nd 1 Delve .‘lo Then It n4 mail they Sb were plea. pyay teal Gk). nlo: life. had or i had It “Ah! it is very well for you, whose life has been so pure and free from evil, but it is different for me, with all my consciousness of sins and im- perfections For me, and thousands like me, strive: as we will, immortality has terrors as well as hapes. It is, and always will be, human to fear the future, for human! nature never changes. You know} .the lines in‘Hamâ€" let.’ It is 3 i Thus o-vd they will always be true.” "Oh, Arthur!” she answered, earnest- ly, and for the first time addressingi him in conversation by his Christian name, “how: limited your trust must be in the mercy of a. Creator, whose mercy is as .wide as the ocean, that you can talk like that! You speak of me, too, as better than yourselfâ€"how am I better? I have my bad thoughts, and do bad :things as much as you, and though they may not be the same, I ' 3 black as yours, since everybody must be responâ€" sible according to their characters and temptations. I try, however, to trust in God to cover my sins, and believe that, if I dq my best, He will forgive me, that is all. But I have no busi- ness to preach. to you, who are older and wiser than I am.” - “ L‘s hand “If.” he broke i1 0‘ them to, any om not speak Of then ymnselfâ€" how the “How can I teach you, Arthur, when I have so much to learn myself?” she answered, simply, and. from that mo- ment, though she\ did not know it as yet, she loved, him. This conversationâ€" a very curious ed, not a. village blacksmith, but a small crowd, mostly. composed of chil- dren, gathered round somebody. On going to see who it was, he discoveredi a battered looking old man, with an} intellectual face, and the remnants of a. gentleman-like appearance, playing on the violin,, A very few touches of his bow toldf Arthur, who knew some- thing of music, that he was in the presence of a performer of no mean merit. Seeing that quality of his two auditors, and that they appreciated his performance, the: player changed his music, and from a village jig, passed to one of the more difficult Opera airs, which; he executed in bril- liant fashion. . ‘ ‘ ‘ " Hm faith.” Iidd fe.” cull tions?” 'W “â€"vâ€"_vv- " There, sir, what) do you say to thatâ€" have I fulfilled your eXpecta- nonsr' ‘ ~ ‘ , “Write it down," and it will be one of the finest pieces of violin music in. the country.” ‘ I “Write it ddwfnl" The divine “affla- tus’ is not to be caged, air; it cornea and goes. I could never write that music dawn.” . ' Arthur felt in his pockets without answering, and found, five shillings.’ “It you will accept this ” he said. “Thank you.‘ sir, very much. I am gledder of five. shillings now than I “new“ ob ee. manypoun ;” and he none 19 80°. , . . - ' “A non of your telent should not be gaining ebent.‘ like this.” _ _l ___‘_ true, XXIV.â€"Continued. and, while men last. when the i “No, air; this is my only friend, F all the rest: have deserted me,” and I he tapped his violin and was gone. I “Lord, sir,” said; a farmer, who was istanding by, “he’s, gone to get drunk; ‘ he is the: biggest old drunkard in the l countryâ€"side, and yet they do say that he was a gentleman once, and the best fiddler in London; but he can’t be depended on, sonic one will hire him i .. ! I; that way, Angela; you should try 5 to put it into words, it would make a - nmm_’ g ‘ ‘ 11 L ” contrary. “Have y for all Talleyrangi’s witoticisms __ ___.. -A CHAPTER XXV. t On the day following the somewhat curious religious conversation between Arthur and Angelaâ€"a conversation which began on Arthur’s part out of curiosity, and ended on both sides very much in earnestâ€"the weather broke up and the grand old English climate re- asserted its treacherous supremacy. From summer weather the inhabitants of the country, of Marlshire suddenly found themselves plunged into a Spell of cold that was by contrast, almost arctic. Storms of sleet drove against the window-panes, and there was even a very damaging night frost, while that dreadful scourge which; nobody in his senses, except Kingsley, can ever have liked, the east wind, literally pervaded the whole place, and went whistling through the surrounding trees and ruins in a way calculated to make even a Laplander shiver. . ML- _- -A,‘ Under these cheerless circumstances. our pair of companionsâ€"for as yet they 1 were, ostensibly at any rate, nothingi moreâ€"gave up their outdoor excur-1 sions and took to rambling over thee disused rooms in? the old house, andE hunting up many a record, some Ofl them valuable and curious enough, 9 of long-forgotten Caresfoots, and even of the old priors before them; a splen- didly illuminated missal being among the latter prizes: When this amuse- ment was exhausted, they sat togeth- er over the' fire in the nursery, and Angela translated to him from her favorite classical authors, especially Homer, with a fluency of expresâ€" sion that, to Arthur, was little short of miraculous. Or, when they got tired of that, he read to her from stan- dard writers, which, elaborate as her education had been, in certain reâ€" spects, she had scarcely yet even opened, notably Shakespeare and Milâ€" 'ton. Needless to say; herself imbued with a strong poetic feeling, these immortal writers were a source of intense delight tot her. “ , -__-_ “How is it that Mr. Fraser never gave you Shakesgmarei to read?” Ar- thur asked one; day, as be shut up the volume, having come to the end of “Hamlet.” ‘me-v'v “He said that I should be better able to appreciate it, when my mind had been prepared to do so by the help of a classical and mathematical education, and that it would be 'a mis- take to cloy. my mental palate with sweets before I had learned to appre- ciate their flavors. “There is some sense in that,” remarked Arthur. “By the way, how are the verses you promised to write me wettlng on?" -Have you done them yet?” “I have done something,” she an- swered modestly; “but I really do not think that they are worth producing. It is very tiresome of you to remember about them.” Arthur, however, by. this time, knew enough of Angela’s abilities to he sure that her “something” would be some- thing more or lose worth hearing, and mildly insisted on their production, and then, to her confusion, on her reading them aloud. They ran as follows, and whatever Angela’s Opinion of them may have been, the reader shall judge of them for himself. "The minstrel sat; in his lonely room, lts walls were bare, and the twilight gray Fell and crept and gathered to gloom; It. came like the ghost of the dying day; And the chords fell hushed and low. Pianissimo! “His arm was raised, and the violin Quivered and shook with the strain it bore, While the swelling forth of. the sounds rwithin', . : Rose with a, sweetness unknown be- fore, And the chords: fell soft and low. ( Piano! "The firs}, c0121 nap°ot the telnpe'st's twinge , Clashed with the silence before the The rain-drops pattered across the tool: formâ€". Drip, drop, high and low. “Heavily rolling, the thunder roar- above, below. edn Sudden and jagged STORM: ON THE STRINGS. cheerless circumstagces witticisms t0 the curious reply. i ,3 the lightning Staccatol Then shivered and died in a wailing breeze» Whistling an low. (1 sweexiing high and Sostenuto! cloud, And flashed on the rain-drops serene- ly,cool: At the touch: of his finger the forest bowed .As it shimmered and glanced in the ruffled pool, \Vhile the rustling leaves soughed soft and low. Gracioso! “It was only a. dream on the throbbing regions of thought. Below rolled the sound of the city's din And the fading day, as the night drew in, Showed the quaint old face and the pointed chin. [And the arm that was raised o’er the violin, AS the old man whispered his hOpe’s dead tale To the friend who could comfort, though others might fail. And the chords stole hushed and low. Pianissimo!" ers are competent to absorb without mental strain, and without leaving their accustomed channels. To be pap- ular it is necessary to be common- place or at least to describe the com- monplace to work in awell-worn groove and not to startleâ€" requirements which. unfortunately, simple as they seem very few persons possess the art of acting up to. See what happens to the unfortunate novelist, for in- stance, who dares to break the unwrit- ten law. and defraud his readers of the orthodox transformation scene of the reward of virtue and discomfiture of He stoppgd. qnd 0" “Au u~ vs- v‘.‘ w..._ H vice; or to make his creation finish up in a. way that, however, well it may be suited to its tenor, or illustrate its more subtle meaning, is contrary: to WULU uuUVJV mvwâ€"â€"vw the ‘general reader's' idea as to how it should endâ€"badly, as it is called. He simply collapses to rise no more, if he is new at the trade, and. if he is a. known man, that book man’t sell." “You talk quite feelingly." said An- gela. who was getting rather bored, and wanted. not. unnaturally tu hear more about her own lines. “Yes," replied Arthur gri~":ly; “Ido. Once I was fool enough to write a. book, but I must tell you tlat it is apainl‘ul subject with me. it nevrr came out. Nobody would have it.” “Oh! Arthur, I am so at rry; I should like to read your book. But as regard: the verses. I am glad that you 11k:- them. and I really don't care what a hypothetical general public would say; I wrote them to please you. not the general public." “Well, my dear, I am sure I am much obliged to you; I shall value them doubly, once for the giver’s sake and once for their own." Angela blushed, but did nor reprove the term of endearment which had slipped unawares from his lips. Poe- try is adangermm subject between two young people who at heart more one another; it is apt to excite the brain, and bring about startling 1eâ€" velations. The day following the reading of Anâ€" gela's piece of poetry was rendered re- markable by two events of which the The day following the reading of Anâ€" gela's piece of poetry was rendered re- markable by two events of which the first was that the weather suddenly turned a somersault, and became beauâ€" l tifully warm; and the second that news 1 reached the Abbey House that. thanks chiefly to Lady Bellamy's devoted nursingâ€"who. fearless . of . infection. her neighbors, volunteered her serâ€" vices when no nurse could be found to undertake the caseâ€"George was pro- nounced out of. danger. This piece. of must have passed away forever under the terms of his uncle's will. for he knew that George had made none. An- gela. too. tried. like a good girl asshe was. to lash herself into enthusiasm about it. though in her heart she ‘ went as near hating her cousin. since his‘ attempted indignity toward her- self. as hbr‘ gentle nature would allow. Arthur alone m cynically indifferent: sheet of paper the driving the he hated George without pair of embryo lovers some ten or twelve such happy days. for there was no talk of Arthur's departure. Philip having on several occasions pointedly told him that the house was at his dis- posal for as long as he chose to remain in it. The sky was blue in those days. or only flecked with summer clouds. just as Arthur and Angela's perfect companionship was flecked and shaded; with the deeper hues of dawning pas- sion. Alas. the sky in this terrestrial clime is never quite blue! But as yet nothing of love had pass- ed between them, no kiss or word of endearment; only when hand touched hand a "trange thrill had moved them both, 311.1 sent the warm blood to stain Angela's clear brow. like a wavering tint of sunlight thrown upon the mar- ble features of some white Venus; onlyi , in each. other’s eyes they found a holy mystery. The spell was not yet fully at work, but the wand of earth's great 0 enchanter had touched them, and they were changed. Angela is hard- ly the same girl she was when we met lsmile. once so bright, has grown soft- er and more sweet, and the laughing ' _ of her gray eyes has given place to a look of some such gratitude and lwonder, as that with which the trav- eler in lonely deserts gazes 'on the oasis of his perfect rest. Many times Arthur had almost ‘ blurted out the truth to the woman he passionately adored, and every day so ‘added to the suppressed fire of his .love that at length he felt that he could not keep his secret to himself 111 uk’u lvuexa O ----‘4â€" tell it; better. he thought, to live hapâ€"I py. if in doubt, than to risk all his1 fortune on a single throw, for before his eyes there lay the black dread of failure; and then what would life be worth? Here with Angela he lived in a Garden of Eden that no foretodings no anxieties, no fear of that partially scorched serpent George. could render wretrhed. so long as it was gladdened was nothing but clods and thist’les and a black desolation that. even in im- agination. he dared not face. And Angela. gazing on veiled mys- Lâ€"â€"-=-â€"-â€" --.:‘-L nvnnanfina 91788. “.88 She agination. he dared not face. And Angela, gazing on veiled mys- teries with wondering eyes, was she happy during those springâ€"tide days? Almost; but still there was in her heart a consciousness of effort, a sense of transformation and knowl- ege of the growth of hidden things. The bud bursting into the glory of the rose must, if there be feeling in arose. undergo some such. effort before it can make its beauty known; the but- terfly, but newly freed from the dull husk that hid its splendors at first must feel the imperfect wings it afrnfnhns in the sun to be irksome to midst. feel the imperfect wmgs u, stretches in the sun to be irksome to its unaccustomed sense. And so it was with Angela: she spread her half- grown wings in the sun of her new ex- istence, and found them strange. not knowmg as yet that they were shap- ed. to hear her to the flower-crowned , -4! Lkm rorn flufn'rfls in which the passion by the generic term of love approached as near perfection. as is possible in n hearts. For there are and divisions of love rangâ€" ing from the affection. pure. steady. and divine, that is showered upon us from above. to the degrading madness of such a one as George Caresfoot. It is surely one of the saddest evidences of our poor humanity that. even among the purest of us, there are none who' can altogether rid the whiteness of the love they have to offer of its earthly stains. Indeed. if we could so far eon- quer the promptings of our nature as to love with perfect purity. we should : become like angels. But. just as white flowers are sometimes to be found on theblechest peak.sotheredobloom intheworldspiritsupureutheyere rareâ€"so tree from evil. so closely sh- dawed by the Almighty wing. thst they can almost reach to this porten- many sorts any reserva- "v is too noticed. too holy and strong be understood of the mass of often it is squandered on some“ equal gnd: ungnqwernngg qature; so {fines it in windy offéred up to from whom it come. - We can upon an ice-bound river and there is nothing to tell us that. beneath that white cloak its cum-em rustle! to the ocean. But presently the spring comes. the prisoned mum‘s . burst their fetters, and we see aglgd torrent sparkling in the sunlight. And so it was with our heroim's heart- the breath of Arthur's passion and the light of Arthur's eyes had beat upon it. and almost freed the river of its love. Already the listener might hear the ice-sheets crack and start; soon they will be gone, and her deep dew. tion will set as strong toward him as the tide of the torrent towards its re- ceiving sea. "Fine writing!" perhaps the reader will say; but surely none. too fine to describe the most beautiful thing in this strange world, the irrevw'ablc gift of a good woman’s love! [However that may be, it will have served its purpose if it makes it clear at a crisis is at hand in the affairs the heart of two of the central 3,-. tors on this mimic stage. (To Be Continued.) A F!" Paragraphs “'IIII'II lay I’ruu' Q Worth Reading. 3 Knives. When intended for sale in In- dia. are usually made with rings in the handles. The natives carry 111ch tied to their girdles. The salary of Postmaster E. 'J‘. 1);. ”a of Redwater, Texas. does not, keep 1W9 with the increase of his family. On two occasions his wifq presented him with twins and once thh quadruplem. The Shah of Piers-.ia's horses are made unusually oonspicious by having their tails dyed crimson at the tips, for a length: of six i~u¢he_s. . Ouly he and 1m Stilm MCWIlan. of St. Albums, V1,. is 101 years old. and has never lwvn sick a. (lay in his life. He: 1:83;“) to the-i 2' horses. smoke in: his 4151. year. and has cun- ti'nued the habit; ever since. He i.~ now cutting his third set of toetL. The pastel savings banks of (inun‘ Britain had on deposit at. the. close of 1:181”. year. £1(B.049.642. The depositmw numbered 6,862,035, and mer (mo-MM of them were maids. married women, widows and children. Th3 Speaker of the House of Cum- mans recently declined b0 rm'eix'e a. ty'pe“ritten communication, on the ground that it \ as an infringement of tha rules. as all commuw'u ulinns w Parliament must be. 1911â€"“ ritLen or lithograpbed. Sealskin meals are likely to ad- va'me in price. In Behring Sea, this sea- son. only 16,650 69318 were caught. Which number is 12.850 less than “me captured last year. British vessels caught 15,6(0 this year. and Amcrimn vessels only 1,050. Am underground tank. for the stor- age of wine. has beencut in the side .~z‘ a. rocky mountain at, Asti, Califurnia. The bottom and sides are cemented and g‘lnzed. It is 104 feet lung, 34 feet. “flde. and 24 feet high, and has a mp3- mty of 500.090 gallons. A shocking death was 111 Fleming. 3!) employee in the Iron. \Vorks at Youngsumn. 0. A redâ€"hot iron was in some unexplained manner released from his gangs. and penetrated his breast. passmg out be- 1 tween his shoulders. 9! by I). R. l'nim “Hi (3f “-1 A tidy railroad brakemaon in ltuv land. Vt., after cleaning his Vest wiih guarding. struck a match to light h: pipe. A spark set the vest ablaze, and even his whiskers book fire. A com- ;‘ade extinguished the flame by thum- m a coat about the blazing man. Charles Riohmoml fell asleep in a paper mill at Neenah. \\'is.. and some” trickstera painted his (are with red and blue aniline. \Vhen he awoke his v19- 88'0 was like that of an Indian in war paint. The doctors say that it will he -7 ““41... Imfnm tho Ave will “ear as? was like that of an Indian I paint. The doctors say that it ‘ filly months before the dye \Vi} Fifty years ago. Mrs. Lucretia M. Judson. was a. favorite, vnnalist in Part- land. Me. She. lost: her mice won 39 her her marriage, and for {um years “'88 unable to sing. While Visiting: a fg'iem in North Castine. 3, {ms \x-veks sumo. 81E unwittingly sang a son? Wham ”lap. and has frequvmly :1 ‘ m d?“ Subsequent. slumbers. In L?! Walnut hours 8110 cannot warble a dozen notes. EnBland has just: shuffled Mom large number Of her onlnnlzll GUVPY' nors. 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