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" I know all Moore‘s pooms well, inâ€" cluding ‘Lallah Rookh,‘ and Denis Florence Macarty‘s poems," Gillian continues, a little shyly before the keen, eager eyesâ€"the glowing, exâ€" cited face that watches her. \ "Do you indeed ?" she says, almost softly, her clear, sharp voice rather *tremulous. "You sing, of course, Miss Deane? â€" Do you sing Irish songs ?" fiilian blushes girlishly, and laughs. "I do sometimes, when 1 am sure nobody can hear me," she says. "I have such a poor little voice, such a ghost of a little contralto, and when 1 get nervous the little ghost vanishâ€" es ntterly! You must not say I can wing, Miss O‘Neil, please," she adds, her eyes dilating with alarm. "I would not sing at Mount Ossory on any account or for any one !"~ "And yet you would be listened to â€"â€"did you sing ever so littleâ€"with the greatest attention, and thanks and compliments heaped on you," Miss WFNeil says, slowly, her bitâ€" ter smile â€" cold as . winter moonlight â€" glancing over the {eatures which have grown pale and wottled once again. ""There is very little singing at Mount Ossory, exâ€" cept when there are visitors," she adds, as if in explanation â€" of her dubiouslyâ€"worded compliment. "And oven then, the only one who caws sing Irish songsâ€"at leagt the only gentleâ€" MARâ€"â€"* "Is Captain Lacy ?â€"of course " inâ€" terrupts Gillian, frowning a Jittle. ‘"‘The ‘*‘Admirable Crichton‘ warbling Moore‘s melodies !" f "I shall like to see Capt. Lacy, to thank him," she says, calmly, with *hose burring checks and dark eyes sparkling and dilating. °" Will you ask the gentleman to walk upstairs, fiease?" to the waiter, who noiseâ€" ssly disappears, and a minute later flings the door opern. And Gillian hears a quick, strong ;tl:f coming lightly up the steps, striding "‘No, indeed. He! Sing Irish songs ! No, Indeed !"" Miss O‘Neil â€" retorts, sharply, with quict, fierce sarcasm in her tonesw. "A man of ‘such very good form,‘ as Lady Damer says, as Capâ€" tain Lacy singing Irish songs, Miss Deane." "Oh, I thought Captain Lacy was az Irigshman, that is all !‘ Miss Deane retorts on her side, getting impaâ€" tlent, and those gentle, loving lips of hers actually curving in displeased aversion to the captain, and his name, and hisg entire individuality. . oc 45 M .1 2 2. TK . 12. t .. 4.4. 0. 3. in iniiicndcints tut, ht "The town of Athlone had the honor of being his birthplace, as it was that of his gallant father before him," Miss O‘Neil says, quite deliberâ€" ately, "but that does not make Capâ€" tain Lacy an Irishman, Miss Deane ! H» is more English than a Londoner, more French than a Parisian, more American than a New Yorker, more anythingâ€"than an Irishma®s!~ § " Miss Deane," Miss O‘Neil says, in her low, sharp vyoice, her eyes fixed on the girl with coldest scrutiny, "what message, please? Capt. Lacy has called to have the pleasure of serving you, if he have not the pleasâ€" ure of seeing you, as yet." Gillian‘s soft, lilyâ€"pale cheeks are crimson again at the scarcelyâ€"vyeiled sneer in tonese and words alike ; and her pride, always powerfal if latent in a noble nature, rouses into gtrength. __ _ in i ompadad p pucce, Auscctss < Bs .cc 200 . ol cacdudianciis s oAz _ "Oh !" Gillian says, very slowly, and a sudden sensation tightening round her innocent, timid heart, that Mount Ossory will not be a place of peace or happiness to her, though she must go there, and stay there for six months or more ; and that neither Lady Jeanette Damer nor Captain Bingham Lacy will contribute to her peace or happinessâ€"she does not think of Mr. Damer, but then, noâ€" "I am sorry to hear tha says, her fair, young face ; grave and cold ; "becauseâ€"â€"‘ body ever doesâ€"and that this world is a lonely, cold, and friendless place even if one be not nineteen years of age, and possesses a hundred thouâ€" sand pounds. "‘The gentleman from Mount Osâ€" sory has called again to know if he can do anything more for the ladies before he leaves Ballyford!" the waiter says, in respectful undertones. And Gillian is so occupied in wonâ€" dering at her own absurdity in exâ€" pecting to see the traditional red hair, check waistcoat, green coat with brass but tons, mellifluous brogue and ‘bedads" and "atâ€"allâ€"atâ€"alls," that she scarcely comprehends the man‘s message for a few moments. _ The defereatial waiter suddenly apâ€" pears at the door at the further end of the room. mt E A Pretty Irish Romance. i *44444444444» 4444449444444 444444444444414444#444Â¥4Â¥4+44+¥® The Coming of Gilfian: i W@ dock alike in a ment es *i#i‘“**fl******fl*&****'I"b“'l--l'-l'-l--i-i'*'bfl'l-*-l't*'l"bg it," she growing " Was it you who ordered diuner for us, Mr. Archer ?" she asks, recovâ€" ering hersgel{ a little, and Gillian notes the quick change of her form of address. " We thought it was Capt. Lacy who had been so assiduousâ€" pardon me, this is Mr. Archer, Mr. Dameor‘s agent, Miss Deaneâ€"we really thought it was Capt. Lacy !" she reâ€" peats, as If hardly able to realize the truth. And the advent of this man, whom she dimly feels will be to her an asâ€" sumed and treacherous friend, the worst of foes, fills her with vague dread and a longing to escapeâ€"with a vague, wild _ wish that one loving heart, one pair of tender, sheltering arms were here in all this wide. friendless worldâ€"with an aching pain of longing for her dear, dead mother, and the loving care she shall never more know. And then Gillian sees her visitor. A tall, «broadâ€"shouldered young felâ€" low, with thick, closeâ€"cropped chestâ€" nut hair, a sunâ€"burned face, a fair, long moustache, and a pair of brilâ€" liant, ardent blueâ€"gray eyes, full of humor, kindliness, and dareâ€"devil gayâ€" etyâ€"real Irish eyes that look right into the depths of Gillian‘s soft, starâ€" tled eyes, with that quick, bright glanceâ€"bold, tender, and respectful all in one, as only Irish eyes can look. en e Mr. George Archer bows profoundly toa Miss Deane, his bright eyes losing their gaiety and gallantry as they see the slender, girlish figure, the pure, pale young faco with a shy blush like a wild rose tint just glowâ€" ing over it. across the lobby, and her heart beats furilously, and her very fingerâ€"ends tingle. _ s ha 7 $ For she is really and truly, even in these latter days of "advanced" young ladyhood, a girl of sensitive, womanly instincts, and innocent, woâ€" manly â€" consciousnessâ€"modest, proud and shy. & "I took th> liberty of ordering dinner here for you as soon as I saw the boat come in and recognized you on deck Mi,ss O‘Neil," he says, with another bow and smile which Gillian fanciow is but a humorous affectation of formality between people who are very intimate friends. "Capt. Lacy is not so fortunate as Iam, for ones in his life, Miss O‘Neil," he says gravely, but his white teeth are gleaming in a humorous smile, which fades again as he glances at the girlish heiress. But not as Miss O‘Neil recognizes him, with amazoment and bewilderâ€" ment, and then with a sudden dolightâ€" ed relie{ and pleasure which Gillian eannot but perceive, and cannot but understand, as she tells hersell. "George! You!" she exclaims, starâ€" Ing, and looking behind him, as if for the appearance of some second person ; and then a warm flush of pleasure rises to her face, and her eyes and lips are full of smilos. * Knowing," he continues, glancing at Gillian @rith a grave respect{fulness that insensibly pleases and flatters her, "that from the breakdown on the line it was most unlikely that Miss Deane and you could continue your journey this evening." "I am sure we are very much obâ€" liged to you for your kindness," Gilâ€" Gillian recognizes in him in an inâ€" stant, as ho crosses the room with his quick swinging tread, and his felt hat in his hand, the tall athleticâ€" looking figure in the light grayâ€"tweed suit which she had seen on the quay at landing. t ‘"Thank you, I shall be very happy," he answers in a low tone, and for half a momentâ€"if the idea were not absurdâ€"Gillian imagines that this bold, big, handsome man of six or seven and twenty is a little afraid of herâ€"a little embarrassed in her presenceâ€"if it were not too ridiculâ€" ousâ€"Gillian imagines that his bright, sunâ€"tanned face fiushes as she smiles and hands him‘ a cup of tea, and his bold, blue eyes are suddenly downâ€" cast, like those of a bashful boy, as he meets the kindly light of her inâ€" nocent admiring gaze. For assuredly ona cannot but admire himâ€"one canâ€" not but like himâ€"Gillian gravely asâ€" sured herself. liged to you for your kindness," Gilâ€" lian says, smiling brightly in her reâ€" lief which seems to equal Miss O‘â€" Neil‘s, and apparently for the same cause. "Will you not sit down and have tea wit{l us, Mr. Archer ?" He is a goodly man in the very flower of manhood, this friend of Aune O‘Neil‘sâ€"George Archerâ€" his very name is like himsel{, honest, gay and bold. Assuredly one cannot but adzmire him and like him and irust himâ€"Anpe O‘Neil‘s friend and lover. Gillian knowsâ€"even in her innocent ignorance of love and loversâ€"what that glad,bright blush meantâ€"what those smiling eyes and pieased lips meanâ€"what that startled outery of his name means. Annie O‘Neil‘s friend and jover! How happy she should beâ€"must be! To her, Mount Ossory is no dreaded, lonely, friendless pacsâ€"to hett the wide world can never be desolate wherever her lot may lie since she loves one, bright, and fair, and true, who loves her in reâ€" turn. > i "Oh, dear, no! Not at all! I bhappened to be in Ballyford, and, "Lady Damer did not know you were coming, surely ?" Gillian hears Aune O‘Neil say presently, in a rapid undertone; but George Archer answers with a slight laugh, decisâ€" ively and clearly : wlere o To CHAPTER III. 17 mer‘s, Miss Deane," he says, with a faint, explanatory smile. "Indeed, I may say her ladyship does m the honor to peculiarly dislike me. You would discover this trilling fact so very soon that I presume to anticiâ€" p;a.t;iet anyone else in informing you 0 ‘10 ‘"Why does she?" Gillian asks, breathlessly, her heart beating high as she looks up in George Archer‘s handsome face, with the brave, bright eyes, and the firm, wellâ€"cut lips smilâ€" ing under his moustache; so kind, and brave and gay and true he looks. Anne O‘Neil‘s lover. Bhe can see that Anne O‘Neil is a gentlewoman by education and inâ€" stinct ; she can see that as clearly ag Anne O‘Neil‘s lover does. She can imagine in her girlish romance, how deep, and fond, and faithful is the hidden love of Anne O‘Neil‘s gallant lover for the lonely girl who is the humble dep>ndent of a haughty lady. Perhaps that is why Lady Damer dislikes him. A man for whom a woman might Gare the wide world, and find her earthly heaven in his faithful love. Anne O‘Neil‘s lover. That the woâ€" man he loves is below him in staâ€" tion, is ro hinderance at all to Gilâ€" lian‘s ardent, generous imaginings. am I knew Miss Deane and you were expected by the steamer, I, ol course, endeavored to auticipate her ladyship‘s wishes in every reâ€" mt." a And then he sees Gillian‘s velvety dark eyes fixed on him with p timid inquiry; for his voice is as full of sarcasm as Anne O‘Neil‘s had been, and his blue eyes are full of defiant mirthfulness. _"The mirth and the #scornfulness "But this I do know," George Arâ€" cher says, more slowly, his eyes fixed on her face, "that the fact of my having had the pleasure of being able to render a slight service to you and Miss O‘Neil this evening, and the fact of your having kindly received me, will be no additional recommendation to Lady Damer on my account." fade a ing loc "Dear me. That does not matter, surely." Anne O‘Neil interrupts, sharply, with a forced laugh ; but Gillian can see how agitated she is, and how her fingers nervously push away the loose, wavy locks of bright, dark hair that lie on her brow. "You can exist even if you do ‘Sail in the north of my lady‘s opinion,/‘ Mr. Arâ€" cher, almost as easlly as my lady can hbold thut opinion. And besides," with her sarcastic smile glittering in her brilliant eyes as she . looks up at Geroge Archer‘s honest, rather troubled face, "you are giving Miss Deane &il sorts of impressions of Lady Damer and _ Mount Ossory. Please leave her to form her own, Mr. Archer. You will make Miss Deane imagine that Lady Damer is a tyranâ€" nical or unamiable person, and that your mission in life seems to be to play Mordecai in the Gate." "No, I don‘t think it is quite so bad as that," George Archer says, with a slight shrug of his shoulders and a curious long look at Gillian as he takes up his hat and moves away a few paces, "I don‘t think that Lacy would like to see me hanged." "I thought you would prefer that I should not tell Lady Damer that you called to bee nto," she manages to say, crimson and hot, and afraid to lift land," poor Gillian says, essaying a little smile, when she really feels as if she could burst into tears of shame and annoyance at the unâ€" necessary interest she has displayedâ€" the unnecessary suggestion she has made ; at the silent wonderment, and the secret ridicule, perchance, which her romantic, and rather undignified conduct is exciting in George Archer‘s ‘The idea comes to Gillian like an inspiration, with the wave of color that surges over her white face, and soft, round throat, almost as soon as she has asked the question. "I do not quite know," he says, slowly, his blue eyes full of earnestâ€" ness as they gaze down at Gillian‘s girlish blushes from his stalwart heightâ€"six feet one as he stands in the yellow light before her. "On my honor, I do not _ quite know, Miss Deane. The only reason I can guess at"â€"he falters a little, or his voice grows a little husky, and he looks down for a moment â€""is no just reason at all." But Gillian _ knows â€" the reason well. Gillian could tell them both the reason easily if need were. If it were possible they did not know it If she dare venture to intrude herself into the happy secret of their livesâ€"those two, who . love each otherâ€"and she, poor, _ lonely, friendless Gillian, un‘mportant to any‘ one, unloved by any one in ‘the wide world, unimportant, insignifiâ€" cant, save for the golden weights attached to her slender handsâ€"the sordid wealth that will buy for her consideration, flattery, homage, but neverâ€"never love! her eyes. "That you were so kind to come here to do us a service, and receive me, and welcome me to Ireâ€" And then the tall, stalwart figâ€" ure in gray, with the keen, kindly blue eyes grows dim for a moâ€" ment and the fire is blurred into a crimson star before Gillian‘s gaze. t $11RLMUE "I have not the least reason to fear Lady Damer‘s displeasure, Miss Deane," he says, haughtily, after that pause of astonishment. *‘ You are very kind to offer to shield me from that lady‘s disfavyor, but, for "What a horrible thing for you to say * Aune O‘Neil exclaims, sharply, her color rising angrily, and then fading until her very lips are pale. "I wonder you are not afraid _ of shocking Miss Deane!" she adds, in I may trouble you with it," _ she adds, with a second glance at him as she leaves the room. _ _ $ "And are you going ?" Gillian asks, rising as she sees him stand waiting. And then, as she offers him her little hand in kindly frankness, a sudden suggestion comes to her to prove to those people, who neither know her, nor like her, nor trust her, that they may at least be surs she is no secret foe. uty 6 J "Would you wish, from what you said awhile ago I thought that you would wish," she begins stammering, shyly and then blushing violently beâ€" cause she feels that in some way George Archer is utterly misunderâ€" standing herâ€"that he is in fact standing breathless in astonishment at this strange English girl‘s beâ€" havior. 4 PS x T a lower tone, with a rapid warning glance. ‘"Excuse me, Miss Deane, a moment," she adds, hurriedly. B I waunt to get a little parcel out of my bag for Mr. Archer‘s honseke("per. if But I ) a little as he sees look in Gillian‘s in nevertheless, n no favorite ss Deans," he less, regret to say orite of Lady Daâ€" ,"‘ he says, with a es the questionâ€" innocent, grave YAE in 0e myself, Iassure you, I utterly disreâ€" gard it. T owe Lady Damer nothing. She owes me a bitter grudgeâ€"heaven only knows why. But, at all events, her enmity has no power to render me accountable for my actions to His tones are full of the coldest pride and disdain, and Gillian fairly shrinks with girlish mortification from the mistake she has made. "I beg your pardon," she says gravely, in a very low, unsteady voice. "I only made the suggestion in accordance, as I thought, with your wishes and Miss O‘Neil‘s." And Gillian gazes after him with her innocent ,wistful eyes as he goes, until he reaches the door, and then, as he turng for a final courteous glance of mdieu, a sudden tremor of shy dread makes her hastily turn away and gaze into the firs, and so George Archer only sees in that final glance the little thin white hand that supports her head, and the loose colls of soft, brown hair. * & And then he presses her hand once more, bows and walks away. "You are very kind!" he says, warmly, in his pleasant, cordial voice, whose Irish accent seems to give it a friendly persuasiveness, a breadth and fullness of sincerity, and his strong hand closes tightly over the trembling little palm that touches his. "And I thank you for your conâ€" sideration of me," he adds, with a spice of Irish gallantry in his grateâ€" ful tones, "who have done very little to deserve it; who have not even given you a welcome to Ireland!" The strong hand holds the little reâ€" luctant hand, quivering to escape at this repetition of her own words, so tight that it cannot stir, and George Archer‘s head with its closeâ€"cut waves of thick auburn hair stoopsâ€"a long way. downâ€"to be nearer to Gillian‘s pretty little clagsic head, highâ€" wreathed with flulfy coils of soft brown â€" hair, and short, rippling locks lying above her brow. Outside on the staircase, her slim figure half concealed by a big vase of flowering hbydrangea, Aune O‘Neil is waiting for him. " You are clever," she says with a somewhat sardonic simile, "I never thought of this plan. What will Capt. Lacy say to you for outgeneraling him in this fashion, George?‘ "Say I ought to be ashamed of myself," says the young man, curtly and moodily, "and so Iam." " Ashamed of yoursel{!" she reâ€" peats, in accents of angry surprise, "‘To the very depths of my heart," he says, more curtly and sharply. "I am, Anne. Idid not think what she would be like., Iam ashamed to look in her eyes.‘" ‘"But I do now, ten thousand times over. Cead mille fealtha to you Miss Dearre !|" ‘"*Why, pray ?" ‘Anne O‘Neil demands, in her _ scorn{ul _ tones. " Isn‘t all fair in love and> war, as Bingham Lacy so often tells you ? If you hbave gained the advantage now, he may, by and by, you know." "Ten thousand welcomes," transâ€" lates Gillian, with a sly little smile, but looking up with a swilt, timid glance into the ardent Irish eyes gazing down at her, and the smiling lips that utter the greeting. _ "Yes. And I wish them with all my heart," he answers warmly. "The field to himself, and his sucâ€" cess is certain," he mutters, turning into the coffeeâ€"room in â€" sheer abâ€" sence of mind, and _ sitting down vaguely at a table to stare at a Punch three months old. "It will not be too false, and cruel, and treachâ€" erous for Lacy, as she said, and I beâ€" lieve she knows too well how true she spokeâ€"poor Anne! And poor little Gillian, more unfortunate by far !" he muses, drearily, vaguely reading exâ€" tremely vapid jokes at the same time which, it is needless to say, deâ€" presses his spirits to the very lowâ€" est degree. "But, if it must be so, it must. Poor little Gillian! I see no chance for honor in that path, and through dishonor I will never try to reach you, I swear solemanly !" "A hundred thousand pounds, and an innocent, tenderâ€"hearted, pretty girl," Anne O‘Neil says, quietly as ever. "VYery well. It will not be too false, and too treacherous, and cruel for Bingham Lacy, you may be sure. ‘The field to himself, you say f Very well. His success is certain. Goodâ€" evening, George !" "Well, but Aone, wait a minute!" he calls, eagerly, following her. "I must tell you this much, Aone!" he pleads ; but the door is shut almost in his face, and he goes downâ€"stairs with a slow, reluctant step and a clouded brow. "He!" repeats George Archer, in tones equally scornful; ‘"as if _ 1 were thinking about him! Lacy can take care of himsel{. It‘s about her! Anne, it‘s like stalking a Sittle white fawn, and I should expect a curse would fall on me if Iâ€" succeeded. Lacy said ‘a fair field and no favor,‘ if you remember ?" "Yes, I remember," Anne O‘Neil says, quietly, bus with hands clutchâ€" ed until the nails cut into the palms. "Well ?" h# "I am ashamed of myself, and ashamed of my plot, and ashamed of having intrudes mysel{ on her this evening, and ashamed of hayâ€" ing won her thanks and smiles so falsely; and, as heaven hears me, T‘ll do so no more!" he says, agitatâ€" edly. "I know you are vexed and disappointed, Anne, and I know you honestly and kindly wished me sucâ€" cess for my own sake; but it is too false, and treacherous, and ecruel an affair for me to care for, for even twice the reward." And she turns away at once toâ€" ward the door of an adjoining room. "Two minutes later and the bustle of fresh arrivals reaches him from the hall, and glancing over the paper which he folds before his lace, he sees the group who have just entered. Foremost of the partyâ€"taking the lead, as it were, as it seems indeed but the lady‘s natural employment â€"is a tall, slender woman, with a haughty head well carried, piercing !bright eyes, and majestic draperies. The gentleman on whose arm she leans is a vyery elegantâ€"looking young man, pale and very fair, with a faultless figure ard a perfectlyâ€" cut coat. "Well, it‘s the field to himself, as far as I am concerned," George Archer says, abruptly, putling on his hat ang going down a step or two of the stairs. And the rear is brought up by a rather short, brozdlyâ€"built, elderly man, with a ruddy color and grizâ€" zled whiskers. This individual seems to be laden with the light juggage of the party, as a courier bag is slung over his shoulder, another hangs on his arm, a carriage shawl p+ i ERRORS IN THE BIBLE: #4400949900000000000490000000000090000009000004400000000446 4994494489900994999099 909900040009 940004000000009900849%¢ Publishers of the Holy Sceriptures must be given credit for exercising great care in guarding against the appearance in the sacred book of typographical errorg. Yet "mistakes will happen in the best regulated families," and even though an excepâ€" tionai degree ol perfection must be awarded to the publishers referred to they have at times permitted blunâ€" ders to creep Into the pages of the Bible that prove their falMWlity and the fallibility of the printers and preofreaders they employ, Six thousand errors are said to havre been contained in what was known as the Pearl Bible, which was printed in England in 1653. The printer was accused of being a forger and some of the perverted texts were inserted by him for a consideration. It is assperted that he was paid £1,â€" 500 by tho independents to corrupt a text in Acts, vi., 3, by substituting a "ye" for a "we," the intent being to ‘manction the right of the people to appoint their own pastors. Ip Romans, vl., 13, ‘"rightequsuess" was printed for "unrighteoummess," and in I. Corinthians, vi., 9, a ‘"not" was omitted, so that the text read : "The unrighteous shall inherit the kingâ€" dom of God." _ During the wars beâ€" tween the Cavaliers and Roundheads many thousands of Bibles were imâ€" ported into England from Holland, but were destroyed, inasmuch as they infringed the rights of the Engiish printer. Forged and corrupted texts abounded in these versions of the Reriptures. A Curious French Translation. One of the most curious of all transâ€" lations of the Bible is that which was printed in Frenchk by Anthony Bennemere in Paris, in 1538, when Francis I. was King. The preface deâ€" clares that this Bible was originally printed at the request of his most Christian Majeosty, Charles III. in 1495, and that the French translaâ€" tor "has added nothing but the genu« ino truth, according to the express terms of the Laitin Bible, nor omitted anything but what was improper to be translated." The marvellous accuâ€" racy of this version may be judged from the following interpolation in the 32nd chapter of Exodus at the 20th verse. "The ashes of the golden calf, which Moses caused to be burned and mixed with the water that was drunk by the Israelites, stuck to the beards of such as had fallen down before it ; by which they appeared with gilt beards as a peculiar mark to distinguish those who had worâ€" shipped the caÂ¥." This is only one of several interpolations in the same version. ; ‘The following amusing story is told of a clergyman who, in the lottery of matrimony, had not had much luck. On one occasion, when he was about to perform the marriage ceremony, he opened the prayer book at the burial service by mistake, and commenced reading. " $ir, sir, you mistake! I came to be married, not Pope Sixtus V. was especially un fortunate in his efforts to have an absolutely correct edition of the vulâ€" gate. He revised and corrected every sheet with his own hands and on publication of this Bible prefixed to the first edition a bull excommunicatâ€" ing ali printers, who in reâ€"printing should make any alteration of the text. Yet the book swarms with blunders and it was necessary . to print a multitude of scraps to paste over the erroncous passages and givâ€" ing tho true text. Treacle and Vinegar Bibres. Most collectors of rare books are aware that there are several "treâ€" acle bibles." Thus Cranmer‘s bible of buried !" " Weil," goplied the clergyâ€" man, "if you insist on it, I am obliged to marry you; but believe me, my friend, you had far better be burled.", "As you please," Mr. Damer‘s conâ€" sort replies, with cool indifference. "If you choose to sit in the coffeeâ€" room for the next hour, Mr. Damer, that is your affair; I only request that you will not drisk more hot whisky and water than will enable you to behave respectably, when you do condescend to join us ! Come, Bingâ€" ham !" "As I live!" George Archer says, half aloud, and starting to his feet in dismay. "But my lady must susâ€" pect! She is on my track already! Bhe has actually brought Lacy up to his guns, and dragged her poor husband after her chariot to witness her victory! Goodâ€"bye, poor little Gillian, your fate is sealed. I should have no chance now even if I tried." For a colloquy between the memâ€" bers of the party, is going on at the very door of the coffeeâ€"room. "I think you and Lacy had better go up first, Lady Damer, my dear," that lady‘s obedient husband and humble servant suggests earnestly. "I think I shall just sit here five minutes and have a glass of sherry, and then come up after you." And without condescending to lisâ€" len to the indignant exculpation of himsel{ from any such fell designs as she has attributed to him, which Mr. Damer is attempting, she ascends the staircase straight and majestic, with deliborate steps and trailing silken drapcries, as if she were ascending the steps of a throne. Her nephew silently follows her, and Mr. Damerâ€"waiting but for the last glimpse of his imperious wife to disapâ€" pear, with the usual perfidy of marâ€" ried menâ€"hastily gives the waiter an order for whiskey, sugar, lemon, and hot water, and, turning into the cofâ€" feeâ€"room, flings aside his incumâ€" brances with disrespectful haste, unâ€" buttons his overcoat, and is throwâ€" ing himself into an ceasyâ€"chair with a loud sigh of relief, when he sudâ€" denly perceives George Archer, And then he recollects the unadâ€" visability of presenting himself to their notice just at this moment, and sinks down in his chair, and holds up his paper before his face once more. trails after him along the floor, and he clutches a small parcel and a rol!l of papers as well., _ Another Name for Burial. (To be Continued.) To in ‘;“,?“l t‘fi % How Some Editions Have Been Marred By Careless Printers. Arabs Can Enjoy a Nap Under Many Disadvantageous Conditions. A recent travelier in Central Africa gives several instances of the capaeâ€" ity for sleep developed by his Arab servants, He mentions one of these men as being undisturbed by the disâ€" charge of firearms within two feet | of his head. Another is described as follows : "Balam, our Arab boy, «leeps more soundly than anyone else I have ever | come across, It is a task of no ordiaâ€" Iury magnitude to wake him. May, 1541, makes Jeremiah viill. 2%, ask: "Is there no tryacle at Gilead?" In another edition‘ the word "rosin‘* is substituted for "treacle" in the same passage. The "bug bible" deâ€" rives its name from the fact that the printers alleged that unpleasant inâ€" sect to ba "the terror of night," mentioned in the fifth verse of psaim xci. The "wicked bible" omitted the word "not" from the seventh comâ€" mandment. The *"vinegar" bible, printed at the Clarendon press, Oxâ€" ford, in 1717, is so called bscause the twentieth cJapter of Luke‘s gosâ€" pel is made to contain the alleged "parable of the vinegar" instead of "vineyard." â€" "Blessed are the placeâ€" makers" said Matthew vi, 9, at a time when political corruption was rampant in England, and this was looked upon as a good joke. The ‘"breeches bible," printed at Geneva, in 1550, only followed Wycliffe‘s translation in saying that Adam and Eve "made themselves breeches." "He tells a story in regard to himself to the effect that one night when he was travelling with an Arab in North Africa he had to sleep with their donkey tethered to his leg to keep it from running away. When he woke in the morning he found that his donkey had wandered away to a conciderable distance and had dragged him along. Jugging from our own experience of his slecping powers, we do not think the story incredible," Jacob‘s present to Joseph (Genesis, xliii, 11) taxed the ingenuity and resources of the early. translators: who knew nothing about the botany, of Palestine. . One translator sugâ€" gosted "laudanum" as part of the offering. In his ftmanuscripts in the Bodleian library Wycliffe translates the first item| on the list as "a lytle of precious liquor of sibote," and adds with roguish humor in the margin that this "precious liquor" is "ginne." A Gothic bishop in translating tho bible is said to have omitted the Book of Kings, lest reading of the wars deâ€" scribed therein might increase the propensity of his flock for fighting, Dr. Alexander Geddes, in 1792, introâ€" duced the English Catholiecs to Heâ€" brew "constables" and translated the passover as "the skipover." 4 Mistakes in the Prayer Book. "The Book of Common Prayer‘" hag also euffered from various printers. A good story comes down from reâ€" volutionary days, and was pubâ€" lished in some of the newspapers in 1776. An English printer omitted the first letter of the word "changâ€" ed" in the following text : "We shall be changed in the twinkling of an eye." A clergyman â€" less â€" familiar with the sacred scriptures, and perâ€" haps less attentive to his duties, than he ought to have been, read it to his congregation as it was printed, thus, "We shall all be hanged in the twinkling of an eye." One cannot help being reminded of Franklin‘s epigrammatic advice to the continental congress: "We must hang together or hang separately." As late as 181% the Ciarendon Press, Oxford, misprinted the Lt« any so that it read in two places: "O, Lamb of God, which takest away, the sins of the Lord." In another; ediction a prayer concluded thus: "Oh !" gasped the beautiful woman, as she fell back, clutching at her beart, and permitting the telegram to flutter to the floor. * What is it? Has your husband mot with an accident ?" " Noâ€"no," she moaned ; "it is from my sonâ€"inâ€"law. 1 am a grandmother." â€"Chicago Recordâ€"Herald, P THEY ARE HARD SLEEPERS. with haps than it t Articles of Diet That Should Not be Neglected. Nuts are beginning to take their place as factors in tue catering for a family, says the Woman‘s Home Companion. They contain a large amount of nourishment, and owing to their oily nature digest easily, Eaten with salt they are palatable. Either as a dessert course or saltâ€" ed and used as a relish, their value is the same. They are not expensive, for from the peanut through the imported varieiies they can be bought in bulk at smal cost. The peanut has many good qualiâ€" ties to recommend it, and from its low estate is coming to the front as an important item in dietetics. It is supposed to cure insomnia if eaten just before retiring. Salted, they are much cheaper than almonds. The small hickory nut, at a few cents a quart, can be used on the most economical table. The English walâ€" nut makes a vory good _ salad blanched and used with celery., Filâ€" berts, almonds and Brazil nots are more expensive, but as only a Tew are needed at a time the cost is not great. t 1.3 Her faghionable guests rushed for« ward, erying: _ _ ks w An eminent divine once said that if by any possibility the Bible should be completely destroyed and lost, It could still be geconstructed from the quotations from: the scriptures in general literature. It is to be feared that this theologian wasinâ€" clined to hyperbole, But if by any possibility he were required to colâ€" lect the eacred texts from general literature, the probability is that an epormous number of curious corâ€" yruption@e and ®blunders would be found. "Through the unrighteousness of our Lord Jesus Christ." o ef * ARCHIVES Beauty‘s Greatest Hardship. 37 NUTS ASs FPOOD. 4