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W te x pPé nt Litd noti ble indifference for ple of years, and .lllh()\lg: he hat the only w er to parsue is to retire er laurels, the critics and lesitate to say «o, and she not admit that her CaÂ¥ | post. Sir Henty Irving id the true friends of the ictress hope she will take f her present illness and ge Tor good â€"â€" :: :4‘ .. i h Swom vy 113 what _ that much they tion _ givenr vas 1t, and e of a uniâ€" OQnuit the nish ingg Izo de= (ession. tempt, 1, hast~ ng just + death ock to= i4 he ances igain noe ind one we by &Â¥ 1@ MB i ny neither invulinerable nor indifferent be was anly scrupnlously honorable, and excessively fastidious. No _ forâ€" tane with which a woman was ever dowered wou‘kl have induced him to marry without ove, but on the other hand, no love which a woman ever inspired wou‘dl have induced him to accept all from her. So that he was accustomed to regard himself as an "outsiderâ€"one to whom the prize maatrimonial was never to be adjudiged. The very refinement of taste, manâ€" ners and habits, which he knew would be indispenable to any woman‘s inâ€" spiring him with love, rendered it mwore than improbable that he should find the oue woman whom he must love out of the rank and condition of life in which wealth is as general U4 4 4A RPRARPPA EPA PA P 4 4 4 4 4 4 4 4ib 4 4 O 4 ob P Ob d t d d db db as it is certainly indispensable; and he was rather glad to find that at twentyâ€"eight he had not been obliged to {fly from an agonizing temptation or indused to fail in his allegiance to hie immutable code of honor. He had mover seen anyone whom he could have loved, had she been ever so roâ€" mantically and _ accommodatingly poor ; and he was beginning to think bhis lot might not be so hard a one, after alk. It was only forty years ago; but men did then actually regard marriage with partiality, and the being _ debarred from it as a penalty. When Ruthven Ramsay, part of whose regiment was quarterâ€" ed in Cornwall, entered the ballâ€"room at ‘Tredethiyn Castle he was heart so bright, so full of youthfual pleasure, and yet of delicate and refined senâ€" abbilityâ€"with eyes dark, proud, brilâ€" lant, ami yet tenderâ€"a face in which intelleet, feeling, cultivation, and race had cunningly blended their exâ€" press‘on into such beauty as he had never before seen. People came and went. intervening between him and the figure, girlish, indeed, but stately and statuesque, at which he earnâ€" estly gazed. She only did not change her place. Presently a gap occurred in the crowd, and Ruthven Ramsay, with his sponsor,a Cornish squire, by his side, took advantage of it to be introduced to Miss Tredethlyn. " Now we shall have a look at the wonderful necklace Lady Merthyr has been talking about," said Sir Merthyr Merthyr. But Ruthven Ramsay made his tow to Miss Tredethlyn, asked for a dance, and fell back into the crowd, with only the vaguest notion of what Miss ‘Tredethlyn was like, and withâ€" out having seen the wonderful neckâ€" lace. He had been looking at Gemma de Valdimonte‘s wonderful eyes. Blanche â€" ‘Tredethlyn‘s eighteenth birthiay formed an epoch in her life in other than the conventional sense. The first of the guests at the ball to present himself _ afterwards at the castle was Ruthven Ramsay, and she board his name announced with a strange, hitherto unknown feeling, as !If something extraordinary had ocâ€" curred to her. be { 1ya There is no need to elaborate this portion of Blanche Tredethlyn‘s story â€"only the vold, old story," after all. The old castle of Tredethlyn was always picturesque and beautiful, but pecullarly so in the glorious sum mer ‘weather which set in after Blanche‘s birthday festival, when sunâ€" shine was upon sea and shore, upon ivyâ€"grown turret and smooth bowling ‘ green, upon "pleasant alleys" and smiling, manyâ€"colored _ gardens. It: was an enchanted time to Blanche Trec€ethlyn, and nrot to her alone. Capt. Ruthven Ramsay and his friends weore still in the vicinity ; but he had forsaken the inn, and was staying at Merthyr with his sponsorial friend. Day after day found th> young officer, to whom Sir Bernard had taken a decided liking, at the castle, in pleasâ€" ant, idle attendance upon the. ladies. The first distinct idea concerning Miss Tredethlyn ‘which Ruthven Rameay was conscious of entertaining was the sense of her inferlority to the peerâ€" loss Gemma :; and though, on better acquaintance with her, he Gid full lnstice to the young lady‘s good gifts of disposition and intellect, it never occurrted to him to think of her in any light but that of Gemma‘s friend, who perhaps might be induced to be his alo. When she had given him hber whole heart, when every hope and thought, every wi@h and fancy of hers were met in him, thaugh she had no true and real knowledge of how enâ€" tirely sh> loved him, Ruthven Ramsay could not have told the color of Miss Tredethlyn‘s eyes or remembered bow she wore her hair. Capt. Ramsay loarned very quickly all atout the beautiful girl who had lirst made him feel that it would be a very difficult thing to adhere to his undeviating rule with regard to g'mm. This ).n’l.gbborn. p:‘rflonh- was not to tho-flt as posâ€" sibly his wife ; he could vunorlg: to try and win herâ€"her with, dou less, such a future before her, such sovereign right as hers to all that "housr gire hel is was hot sadF to was easy But in truth Ruthven Ramsay was hestnut brown ha ypical beauty. He was somet m Ing. He saw her frequently ; the old ; THE QUEEN‘S TOKEN . crowd surround in the pretty DuF mea nw h met.me 1 attemipte rlish, indeed, bu jue, at which She only did no resently a gap , and Ruthven sor,a Cornish s c advantage of & Miss ‘Tredethl ol a face so ‘teautilul all of youthfual pleasure lcate and refined sen eyes dark, proud, bril tenderâ€"a face in whict ling, cultivation, an« ingly blended their ex such beauty as he ha« o o oo e t l oo o oo d ol io o e t ce oo oo oo oo o fe oo ie ofe oo cfe ie ho ife ife o +f + ks to re iful {t work! courtesy und hospitality . of Sir Bernard gave him as many Opâ€" portunities as even the most ardent admiror, if he had any claim to keep within the tounds of â€" reason, could desire. He had leave some weeks from his regiment, and there was no equtâ€" vocal warmth or eagerness in the reâ€" ception h> met with almost daily from the young ladies at the castle. It woukl have been easy to surmise REGUEI REORTOE MMCIET Lo on 4 IF" IDECT that Blanche had no mother to watch over her with the vigilance of love, and no hired chaperon to surround her with the precautions of interest, or the disaster of unrequited attachment ecould hardly have befallen the young lady of Tredethlyn. 3 & Cuatiai, ds o d wctcint $ t o6 d In about three weeks after the birthday festival, and when the early summer was exquisitely beauâ€" tiful, the painting which Sir Berâ€" nard had purchased from Gemma‘s father reached Tredethlyn, and was hung in the picture gallery. Miss Tredethlyn and her friend had been out, passing the sunny hours upon the shore, and there Sir Merthyr and Lady Merthyr and. Captain Ruthven Ramsay had jo‘ined them. Until this day Blanche had _ not taken hersolf to task for the feelings which she neither attempted to deâ€" fine nor to govern; sha had permitâ€" ted her young heart to bask in the sunshimne of its first love. But now, as she walked towards her #tately home, with Ruthven at her side, his head bent over her, and his dark blue eyes look‘ng at lwer with even more than their â€" usual gentleness, his mauner full of thie high bred deferâ€" ence which.is so charming to women, his voice modulated to tones in which dwelt all mus‘c #o the young girl‘s ears, she did not palter with or deâ€" ceive herself longer. She loved him, and her dearest hope, her delicious, tiwmid belief, was that he loved her. She was so exqu‘sitely happy ! sureâ€" ly the world must be a good and glorious place, and buman life a splend‘d, an inestinable boor, when such a being as Ruthven dwelt in the one, and such feéelings as hers were nerm‘tted to irradiate the ing and szammering. 1 don know what you mean." ‘"Oh, then you‘ve forgott you don‘t care to. kaow whs a jJewel lick your ruby neart "Of courseâ€"I remember n do care to know â€"onlyâ€"only have so much more to thin that things escape me som( **Never mind. You shall hea ret ail the sam trying all sorts out ; but on on« wear the ruby ‘"When there‘s so sn Gemma *" *‘*Yesâ€"never mind the the party ; everybody t] everything you do righ Stayâ€"you are nearly « put it on your neck now The gem touched Bianche‘s soft, warm Bneck coldly, and she started glightly under Gemma‘s hands. After dinver Sir Bernard proposed a general adjournment to the pictureâ€" gallery, in order that his guests might inspect his latest acquisition. Whetr an admiring group had gathâ€" bred round the painting, Gemma came softly to Blanche‘s side and pressed Whetr an admiring gr bred round the painting softly to Blanche‘s side her white. slender arm "Now for the secret," she whispered. "Look on the right of the picture, at the figure of the Dauphin." ‘"*Â¥est, I am looking." "Now look on the left, at the figure of the Queen of Seots." "Yesl, I am looking." "Do you se any similarity in their ernaments ° Hore * the glassâ€"observe the white «atin shoulderâ€"knot worn by each as a bridal favor. What is the jewel in the centre ?" Planche looked intently, and then the arm which held the glass dropped at her «ide, and she turned, looking very pale, to the #miling gaze of Gemma, as she answered, ‘"It is a ruby heart with a pearl." When â€" Blanche Tredethlyn _ was alone that night she sat gazing on the necklace with a strange terror, and attraction. "It is no guess," she thought. "It is no mere coincidence. Something has told my spirit that this is the jewel the Queen wore, the fatal Queen, who brought evil on _ every one by her presence, and who seems to live still, centuries after her deathâ€"the most real being in all the history of the past to me, the being whose true story I have most longed and tried to penetrate. If you could speak"â€"her thoughts were softly murmured now in wordsâ€""you eold, bright, . senseless, beautiful thingâ€"what stories you could tell, if indeed you adorned Queen Mary at her bridal, and rested on her breast. Strange stories of a terriâ€" ble time, when for many a one the upper earth was as perilous and fearful as the depths of the sea, whence you came hither. What did you see thereâ€"â€"in the iremendous caverns where the dead rest not, men say, but are for ever swayed in the great rolling waters ? I you could tell me your story, could I bear to hear it ? Should I not have a great fear of you, atom as you are of the earth‘s hidden treasure, wrought relic of human love and sufâ€" fering. wail of the dreadful ocean ? Yes, I should fear youâ€"nay more, I fear you now." "Gemma," said Blanche to her friend, when they met next mornâ€" ing. â€""L wc:n!d t?‘h:thyon did not say anything er papa . or nr’. ‘Vaughan about the likeness of my ruby heart to the jewel in the picture. I know it is weak of me, and perhaps worse than weak, suâ€" ,..n&.lou; but I would rather no one knew about this likeness except ourselves." _ M C s J n ced â€" ""Arid yet it would give fresh Inâ€" terest and Increased value to both the picture and the jewel." _ _"I know ; but I â€" have a strong feeling in this matter, and you won‘t r mind the smallness of everybyly thore will think you do right, you know. ire nearly dressedâ€"! will more to think of now, ‘ape me somehow," You shall hear the secâ€" ne as if you had been s of deviees to find it irt leeings As nNert irradiate _ the d was she, that the preâ€"occupaâ€" 4 was like one dream, scarcely surroumding . obâ€" end said to her: smal rity in their assâ€"observe not worn by What is the yormust nner." n and I eem to 4o4 blushâ€" hink 1 LT Anc SQL W cross me in it, will you ?" "*No, indeed, L will not," said Gemâ€" ma, and she adhered faithfully to her promise, not even talking of the coincidence _ to Captain â€" Ruthven Ramsay . came there more freqyently, and reâ€" mained longer. Her father saw it, Gemma saw it, only Ruthven Ramâ€" say, of those who were most with with her, did not see it. But he ‘was unobservant of every one except Gemmaâ€"â€"an example of the reflected egotism of love. To all attempts to discover the origin of this fitful sadâ€" ness, Blanche opposed a gentle, steadâ€" fast denial of its existence. When her father questioned her, _ she would remind him that she was growing older, was a responsible pers son, and must be steady, or put him off with some other jesting reply. When Gemma questioned her, she would sigh, and look wistfully at her, and say that she was not sad, that there was nothing the matter with her, that, in fact, no one could be happler than she was. Gemma grew uneasy about hber friend, whom she loved with devoredness rare in _ feâ€" male friemliships ; and she, finding it Mr. Maldon found Blanche Tredethâ€" lyn very intelligent, and much inâ€" terested on the subject of her Irish property. She had a dear untold reaâ€" son now for prizting highly _ the wealth _ which _ she should _ have the power of conferring on another. The bright weeks of the â€" summer flitted by, and the light cloud which rested from time to time on Miss Tredethlyn‘s thoughtful, placid face va‘n to question Blancke, confided her imquictude to Mr. Vaughan, who, in his turn, observed Rlanche closely. As an outshler in every game of acâ€" tive life as . a lookerâ€"on at every scene of kuman pass‘ons, the old priest was likely zo see more, and more clearly than any one there, and he made up h‘is mind readily as to the . cause of the unden‘able alteration in Blanchke‘s spirits, which were becoming exceedingly variable, chang‘ing painfully from the placid cheerfulaess which had characterized her. But Blanche, much as she l‘ked and esteemed h‘m, viearly as she perâ€" ceved the greater sympathy of his mind with hers than that of _ any other of her associates, even Gemma, was entirely reticent towards Mr.: VYaughan, nor could any effort on his . part tempt her from her reserve.. The‘r young lady‘s changed _ looks, . and silent, melancholy ways, soon beâ€" came the talk of the servants and even of the tenants about Treâ€". dethlyn. Some declared that she looked like a ghost, while others said for certa‘in she had seen one. It was true Blanchke had seen the worst ghost which youth can see, the phantom of an unreal, impossible, deâ€" ceptive hope. There is no more blightâ€" ing vision. The young lady bore the dawning, the full, blinding, confirmaâ€" tory light of the truth bravely. Blanche‘s dream of happ‘ness did not last for many weeks. 1t was «¥spelled by Captain Ramsay. One evening when she was songing, as she alwilys sang, with exquisite taste and feeliag, and he was standing at a litâ€" tie «istance, she noticed the changes in the expression of his face, as the soft, passionate words of the song flowed over ber lips, and had seen, inâ€" stantly, that those looks did zot adâ€" dress themselves to her. Gemma was standing near her, leaning on the back of a high velvet chair, over which her arm was stretch«!, the hand touching Miss Tredethlyn‘s shoulder. It was Gemma‘s eyes his eyes were seeking, it was in Gemma‘s face he was lookâ€" ing for the sentiment of the song. With the notos still thrilling from her parted lips, Blanoche turned her head and siw the answoring glance. Jt told her all, an‘ the stroke of a dagger in her heart could hardly have been keener, and would certainly have been more merciful pain. But Banche was true to her race ; she carried the heart of a hero in that slender body of hers. Her manuer was as gracious,her smile was as sweoot during the remainder of that evening as before, but there was something strange in her voice which Gemma remarked. Blanoche imputed it to futigne:; she was very tired, the sun had wearted her, she should be all right after a goodl night‘s rest. And when Gemma went to her room to take leave of hor for the night, Blancke kissed her with even more than her usual earnestness and affecâ€" tion, but ackrowladged that she was unable to talk any more. For t_hreg Blanche‘s drei last for many by Captain when she _ v alwilys sang, feeliag, and nc tie «istance, & feeliag, and hne wirs standing tie «istance, she noticed the in the expression of his fac: soft, passionate words of t flowed over ber lips, and had days after this Miss Tredethlyn kept her room, a bad cold was the assigned reason, and when she again appeared among the circle assembled at the Castle, her appearance confirmed the statement. It was arranged that, in the followâ€" ing spring, Sir Bernard and his daughâ€" ter should go to Ireland, and tako up their abode in the town nearest to Kilferran Abbey, while they inspectâ€" ed the progress of the new mansion, and made themselves practically acâ€" quainted with the property. Miss Treâ€" dethlyn, while acknowledging that she was not quite strong, did not wish for any change of residence in the meantime. She had had so much trayâ€" elling, she said, she wanted qulet until then, and nothing which should break up their life at home would be welâ€" lation which had been made to ai look. n C Day by day Blanche waited in expectation of the coming of _ the great trial which «he felt was in store for her â€" Gemma‘s confidence on the subject of hbher happy love. She had never felt one pang of envy of her beautiful friend, exâ€" cited by the loveliness of {fase and form; she~ had â€" regarded this beauty as a thing quite apart from her, as a momarch‘s crown might be ; and she strove to feel no enyy now, but strove in vain. "She has everything," thought Blanche. "Beauty, fascination, and, his loveâ€" | velvet chair, oveé stretch«l, the hi lethlyn‘s shoulde _eyes his eyes w n Gemma‘s face I the sentiment of : noteos still thrilli ins. Blanche turn hor by and I, what have 1 ?" To look around on all the wealth and luxury of which she was mistress did not supply her with an answer ; it did not mean much to her, and she was too ignorâ€" ant of the world to know how much 1t might, must mean in the estimaâ€" tion of that world. But the confidence she dreaded did not come from Gemma. It came in a form harder to bear than any she had feared. It came from Ruthven Ramsay himself. It came in the form of a petition for her inâ€" fluence and her ald. Gemma had ownâ€" Blanche bore the misery inflicted on her nobly. She cheered Captain Ramsay with assurances that Gemâ€" ma‘s nature was as constant as it was loving, and that if 1# had but courage and peBsevorance to pursue fortune, he might return and find her still there and faithful to her loveâ€"she urged upon him that Gemâ€" ma must act as soe was acting conâ€" s‘stently with her dutyâ€"she spoke modestly of interest which Sir Berâ€" nard might use in high paces to proâ€" cure for Captain Ramsay swift adâ€" vancement. Hs plan was to go to Inâ€" dia, where at that time the best prizes of the soldier were to be had. and he would win some of _ those prizes, and come tback and claim his brideâ€"1i programme which had a far Cifferent and more terrible meeting then, than such a one would have now. Blanch s approved his design, and told him she would guard Gemma for him, and when he came back, he should come and ask her for the treasure h>a had left in her care. She found rel‘ef and strength in the earnestness of her intention and the eagerness of hor promise. ‘The singleâ€"hearted fervor of her love for the two, who so little suspected what their mutual love cost hor, supported her. In her presence Gemma promisel her lover to wait for him, no matter how long, and they exchanged rings in the foreign style ol betrothal. " And Ishall find you here?" Ruth ven Ramsay said to Gemma. " I( this is still my home, you will find her bere," Blanche answered for ed that she loved him, had owned that she received the declaration of his love jJoyfully, but had refused ‘to marry h‘m, for his own sakeâ€"refused to come to him a portioniess wife, as she must comeâ€"refused thus to traverse h‘s prospects in life, and bidden him to leave her. Ruthven Ramsay went away from Tredethlyn, and Blanche knew that with him all the glory had gone out ol her life; but she also knew that love and duty were left in it, and she was reolved to be faith{ul to both. The touch of this great sorrow, alâ€" ways io be borne in absolute soliâ€" tude, ennobled her, and lent a nameâ€" less refinement and dignity even to her face. No lady of Tredethlyn had ever been more popular or more beloved than Sir Bernard‘s daughter ; but, as time wont on, it began to be ‘whispered alout among the people that Miss Tredethiyn was "strange," that she never intended to marry, that she had refused "the best blow»?" in Cornâ€" wall, that if Pir Bernard were dead sh> would go into a convent, as her great Aunt Marcia Tredethiyn, had gone, and, finally, that she had awfu! knowl«ige of the spirit world, and had seen the ghost which long ago looked into the Venice mirror. But pcople did not believe that, for Miss Trectethlyn still lived at the castle. She came back thither from Ireland ; she did rot go abroad with Sir Berâ€" nard and Mr. Vaughan ‘when. they visited the tontinent again, she scemed fonder of the place than ever. It was then imposible she sould be haunted." But Mother Skirrow, who was reputed very wise in such matâ€" terk, looked mysterious and unmoved by those arguments, and said, oracuâ€" larly : "It isn‘t as sho> likes. Those ; thait the spirits come to must do what the spirits tid. Mayhap sho‘s held here iby her dreams«." ind her here," Blanche answered for her; "but, if not, wherever my home is, there Gemma will be. _ She has no near relatives to «dispute the point with me." A genume oit of old England has just been secured by the Covernment as a heritage for the people, says the London Daily Mail. ‘This consists of the magnifitent ruins of Tintern Abâ€" bey, together with several thousand acres of land adjoining in the beautiâ€" ful valley of the Wye, all of which have been purchased from the Duke of Beaufort, and will be maintained for the enjoyment of visitors. An aroma of antiquity pervades the place, The abbey was founded by Walâ€" ter de Clare in those merry monkish days when monastic visions were wont to have a solid substratum of "fat pullets and clouted cream." The abbey is famous for its archiâ€" tectural character, which belongs to a transition between the Early English and Decorated periods. _ The church, begun in 1287, remains nearâ€" ly complete, with the exception of the rorthern arecade of the nave. To enter the church is like taking a step straight into the thirteenth century. (One expects to be _ surâ€" rounded with fatted friars and pious pilgrims, and to see g‘eat vislons of wallets and wassail. the east side of the cloisture are the aumbry, the parlor and sacristy, and the chapter house with three alleys. (On the north side are the postern and river gate., with the abbot‘s lodge over. In the vicinity of the abbot‘s lodge one naâ€" turally looks for the buttery, the refectory, and the kitchen, for, look you, your real abbot was no asâ€" cetic. The sacred rites of hospitality were duly observed, as is testilied by the guest house, built over an underâ€" croft. The church had at _ one time the distinction of glving sancâ€" tuary to the person of Edward 11. At the time of the suppression of the abbey there were 13 monks. After the dissolution the site OT the monasâ€" tery was granted to the Earl of Worâ€" cester, with whose descendants 1t has remained until the present day. intern Abbey The Norwegian Government â€" has built and fitted out a steam vesâ€" sel for the exprees purpose of marine scientific research. The vessgel eallâ€" ed recently from Tromsoe on its first service, a cruise in the north ‘Atlanâ€" tice and Arctic Oceans. Dr. FHijort has already added so muchg'to the knowledge of pelagic fishes, their life, habits and the causes affecting their migrations, that, with the means now at his disposal, he should gither a ‘considerable amount of new inforâ€" mation, which will be of service to the fllh}l‘ industry of all nations. bnoukes A BIP OF OLD ENGLAND Marine Scientific Research. Abbey Purchased by the British Government. (To be Continued.) Boye Roye 2oRPrLIPILLIIVIILILLILSTLT E) D) Once upon a Time there was a Tenâ€" der Poy who was half way between Knickerbockers and the University Glee Club. His name was Cyril and his Folks lived in the first Stone Castle at the right as you ; entered Easy Btreety _ sal e Uyril‘s Governor was a twoâ€"handed Fighter, who had an Office in the Street given over to Tickers and Rlackboarrds and Good Things. _ The Governor had gone to the Mat and been through the Ropes and taken the Count several times, but he was Game, and would not be denied his share of the Loot. By the time Cyril was old enough to smoke Egyptian Cigarettes without getting dizzy Cyâ€" ril‘s Governor had so much money that he could use it for filling Sofa Pillows and Washing Windows. To a Young Man in the Habit of buying 21 Meal Checks for %3.75 it would seem that Cyril should have been very kappy. The House was full of Servants, who tried to anticipate his slightest Wish. He had Cameras and Ponies and a Gauzy Canopy over his little Red, and more than a Gross of Scarf Pins. He had obedient Tutors to come to the House and try to pump knowledge into him without any Efâ€" fort on his part. If he complained of a Headache or was Peevish at the Breakfast Tabie, his Mamma knew there must be something wrong with the City Air, so she would take him under her Wing and away they would go to the Adirondacks or the Sea Shore, or Europe. Cyril had been to Europe twice, and to prove that he was a PRright Boy ho could tell the name of the Ship they had come back on, and he knew that the Hotel in Paris began with an R. Although the Earth and the Fulness 4 «%-;»3 Although the Earth and the Fulness thereof were laid in front of Cyril, and although Tapa applied the Equeeze to the Little Fish every day or two to get more funds with which to buy Tutors and Automobiles for him, the Boy was not Happy. He had no end of Trouble. w As an Example, sometimes he would work for an Hour to get his Batâ€" Shaped Ties just right, so the Ends would Balance, and if he could not do it, hr would feel Moody and Disâ€" couraged, and the Tearse would come to his Eyes, and he would think that the Fates had conspired to lay Tribulation on his Young Shoulders. Or he would put on a pair of Pasâ€" slonate Hose, with the Stripes runâ€" ning up and down, and he would go out with his Trousers reefed up, so that all might see, and he . would meet another Bovy whose Sockse were Checked, and he would wonder _ if Perpendicular stripes had ceased to be the Thing. ‘ The Clouds would gather over him with not a rift to let the Sunshine through, and _ he would regret that he had _ been Born. Perchance he would see on _ the Drive a new style of Cart several Feet higher than any of his, and he would bite his nails and feel sure that the other Boys were trying to Humiliate htm. And he had more than his share of Grief and Disappointment when it came to selecting Hat Bands or making the Taillor get the proper Bell Effect on his Coats, so that they would stand out all the Way around. However, the One and Consuming However, the One and Consuming Sorrow of his Young Life was that ha bad never met a real Actress. He had purchased their _ Photoâ€" graphs, and he had even gone so far as ta send Flowers, but he had never actually Met one, so as to have her Kpeak to him. That was what be wanted, One of his friends, named Paul, had ridden on a Train once with a Company playliog *" A Runaway Girl," and lhad opened a window for Virginia Earl, who had thanked him with her own lips. Conâ€" sequently, Paul was the genuine It when the boys got together in Cy« ril‘s Den to ‘look at the pictures and talk about which one they likâ€" ed Best. Cytill dreamed one Night that he had Lillian Russell riding with him in his Stanhope, and that Edna Wallace and Madge Lessing stood on the Corner and threw Violets at them as they rode past, and that all the other Boys were shrivelled with Envy. When he Awoke he was so Blue he had a notion to leave Home and go on the Stage, just so that he could be near them. d . a * But Everything Comes to him who is on the Lookout. Cyril became acâ€" quainted with the Treasurer of a Theatre at which Hortense EIfmgham was appearing in "The Cash Arl," and one Day the Treasurer happened to ask Cyril if he would like to drop in at Miss Effingham‘s _ Apartments some Night after the Performance. Cyrh almost Fainted with Joy and told the Attache to name a Night. THE HOME TREATMENT FOR COUGHS AND COLDs. Een e CR ete T 1 Hosts of mothers have learned to trust implicitly to DR. CHA SsYRUP OF LINBEED AND TURPENTINE to pc-gmpugt 100.2,1," ,‘,;E‘t?f..f' chest coughs, to allay the inflammation, to clear the air passages and thoroughly cure the cold. Their confidence in this grand prescription of DR. CHASE has never been shaken, because it has never failed to prove beneâ€" ficial. It is of such unusual merit as to have attained by far the largest sale of any similar preparation. 4 ® A MHACKING COUGH. o BHONCHITIS m!r:éw' ‘fi“’fi'éa * »randehiia had suffered | _ Mr. W D.vil;on 8t. .a. rews, Que. : *My e gran suffe! % m. s As with a nasty, hacking colfih for about olsm. states : "Dr. Onasx«‘s Syrur orhn'l" A Ne weeks when we Erpou a bottle of Dr.| TURPENTINE has cured me of 1 CnHasE‘s Syarur or Linsexp anp TURPENTINE. have, without tried m ces se Aet hoas shocaliod it ‘honey‘ . and | for the past six yoars. Last wintor when i had muferfiormodlclntlmo to come around. | 4 S¢vere attack and was unable to I pre lenaintp w on ue baared | onvsanincrerpomrbonenes er a am cricket." * *! the bot‘le made me a new man," DR. CHASE‘S SYRUP OF LINSEED AND TURPENTINE. Mother‘s favorite remedy for Croup, Bronchitls, Asthma, Coughs anmd Colds, 25 cents a bottle ; family size, containing about three times as waok, NaRmReiey uioh ETT 20 OeC eA t e e oo e Mn e o 2 69 cents. At all denlers, or Edmanson, Bates & Co., Toronto. Few indeed are the family circles from whence (here has not been taken some member as the result of neglected coughs and colds. _ The prudent mother is coustantly on guard lest her little ones fall prey to croup, bromâ€" chitis or coids. She knows that if colds are promptly cured there is certain protection nguingt oogsump‘tmn. l‘mfumqnil.‘ayd glhg_r lung troublel._.__ We He had seen Hortense on the Stage many a time. . She was a vivacious Iittle Blonde, Just as saucy and scampâ€" ery as she could be. _ All the Feliows had hber Picture. And he was going to Sup with her after the Show ! He wondered what Paul would say to that. The Night was Set, Cyril did not dare to let his parents know of the proposed Racket, so he said he was going to a Party. He touched his Father and Mother and the Coachman for Money and emptied his Savings Rank, and got together The Treasurer said he wouald sepeak to Miss Effingham. e k Cyril did not touch the Ground at all when he went home that Day. $18 in case they had to send _ out for more Champagne and Cigarettes. He knew it was going to be a Wild Revel, for he ‘had heard the Stories. In his limited Experience he had learned thit the Nicest Families often break Glassware and do the Cake Walk when they get together after the ‘Theatre, and he figured that if Respectable Soxciety People went as far as that, thon the goy Professionâ€" als would probably _ surn Flip Flops over th> Piano and use an Axe on the Furniture. He was in for a Perfect Tear, but he knew he would have to see it through, so he could Tell about it afterward. On the Appointed Evening he wore Full Dress, because in all the pictures of Men about Town taking Late Sup pers with Footlight Favorites he had noticed that the Longâ€"tailed Coat went. That Evening he was in Front of the Theatre, and as he watched Horâ€" tense Effingham flit and twitter and win the Plaudits of the Discriminating Metropolitan Audience he kept thinkâ€" iIng to himself, " Little do these Peoâ€" ple sitting around me suspect that I am going to take supper with her." It seemed almost Too Good to be True. Cyril and the Attache of the House had to walk around for a while after th> Show, to give Hortense time to get off her MakeUp and arrive at the Flat. ‘Then they went up, and the Flat. ‘Then they went up, and when they rang the Beli Cyril could hear his Heart beat, He expected %o have his hat kicked off just as he stepped in, but he didn‘t propose to Let On. They were welcomed by a pleasant little Woman with Dark Hair. Cyrit caught the name as Mrs. Miller. She said her Husoand would be out in a Minute. After she went away the Friend explained to Cvril that Effingâ€" ham was her Stage Name, and then Cyril began to understand that Mrs. Miller was Hortens» and that the Wig makes a Difference. makes a Difference. She came back with Mr. Miller, whom Cyril recognized as the Leader of the Orchestra. Also, there was a Tall Boy about Cyril‘s age. Mrs. Miller said it was her Son, who was home on a Vacation. She hoped that he and Cyril would be Great Friends. Mrs. Miller told Cyril she knew his Father quite well, as he had handled severa) Investments for her. She said he was a Lovely Man. Then she asked Cyril which he liked bettor, Hall Caine or Marie Corelli, and he said he thought both of them were all right. He was lucky to be able After that they had a Little Lunch of Crackers and nice, rich Milk. Cyril was the only one present who wore Evening Clothes. to say that much. He didn‘t know whether he was On Foot or Horgeâ€" back. Mrs. Miller‘s son showed Cyril his Book of Kodak Pictures and they had a little Music, and then it was Time to go Home. â€" Mrs. Miller asked Cyril if he had Car Fare, and he told hen he had. He still had $18. He went home, feeling Puzzrled but Respectable. He was full of Milk. Spinning! Spinning! Spinning! Round and round I go, Twirling, tripping, dipping, Gliding to and fro; Cutting graceful circles. Then, with sudden start, right and left go boundâ€" ingâ€"Well 1 know my art ! Life to me is motion! Blithe as bird on wing, With each revoluâ€" tion, Hark the song I sing! Humming, humâ€" ming, hbhumming, Aâ€" round and round I go! Oh Ilead a gay life, in Gliding to and {ro Wien a man takes the privilege of looking around his home, his women folks say that it is to find something to grumble about. All public buildings in Washington are open every week day except on national holidays. Mr. Wm. Davidson, St. Audrews, Que., states : "Dr. Onasx‘s Syrur or Lrmakkp aNp TURPENTINE has cured me of bronchitis. I have, without success, tried many remedics for the past six yoars. Last winter when I had a severe attack and was unable to work I proâ€" cured a bottle of Dr. Onasx‘s Syruror LimeskeEp AND TURPENTINE and am happy to state that the third bot‘le made me a new man, â€"Maiggie Wheeler Ross in Little Folk». MORALâ€"Don‘t believe ali you Hear Robert Howard Russell. The Song of the Top. 4