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the pathway and dancing pirouettes about her when an occasional gust of wind swept round the square. Of a sudden Helen became aware of a tall, broadâ€"sbhouldered man in a fur coat standing at the gate. "Mr. Ringbham !|* She stepped a few paces from the railings and stared at him with unfeigned surprise. _ ‘"You â€"ya in London !* *‘May I come in? I must speak with you at once. _ You can spare me & woment ?‘ "I have returned to Londonâ€"I have traveiled night and day," bhe said, "to ask you one question. . Your answer is of the most vital importance to me.‘"* "What is it ?" «} "I‘ve been told, Miss Warrener, that | Mr. Shuttleworth and your father have utterly condemned my explanation," ; said Ringham, "ahout the robbery of | the foreign bonds. â€" They regard it as | a trumpedâ€"up, ridiculous story. _ My | guestion is simply this: do you share their opinion $" > o Helen looked bewilderingly at Ringâ€" ham. "I‘ve not been given the chance. 1 wasled to believe thatâ€"that you had awbsconded," she said ; "had carried off the bonds. I knew nothing. I‘ve been kept in ignorance of the whole affair."* "As I thoughbt ;" and Ringbam took an oblong envelope from his pocket. "Will you read this? It‘s a copy of the letter which I despatched to Cairo on the morning upon which the calamâ€" ity happened. 1 left a duplicate of this at the ‘Two Swans,‘ in a sealed z:oiet addressed to Mr. Shuttieworth, {ore quitting the hotel." Helen took the letter. She was about to read it, when a thoughbt came Into her bead, and she looked up. ‘"W by did you quit the hotel so suddenly ?" CHAPTER IV. Some days went by. â€" Shuttleworth bad started oft postâ€"haste for Cairo; and no tidings of him or of Gilbert Ringham had simce reached Charterâ€" house Square of which Helen bhad been made acquainted. It might be, the girl repeatedly thought, that ber fathâ€" er knew more about the purloining of the foreign bonds than be was ready to admit. _ Her father and Raiph Shuttieworth bad sat late into the night debating. There had been no @pparent inclination to include bher in their comierence, and her pride deterâ€" red her from exbihiting a sign of the «lmost overpowering curiosity which the situation had aroused. It was plear that neither ber fatbher not Sbutâ€" tleworth shared Mr. Grinold‘s belief that she bad a bead for affairs. Bhe was deepiy pained. _ Not because she had Leen ignored ; Helen Warrener was mout sensitive on that score; she could afford to laugh at their narrowâ€"mindâ€" ed attitude ; but what troubled berâ€" had troubled ber ever since Shuttieâ€" worth had left Londonâ€"was the dread lest Ringham should be too hbastily judged. &he had felt more drawn toâ€" wards him than sbe would bave willâ€" ingly confessed. An intuitive sense of trust in bhim had been awakened. The report that he had absconded bad naturally perplexed her, but it had not shaken her confidence in the man. He had cceupled ber thoughts almost unâ€" ceasingly ever since. _ « & She had crossed over into the garden ome afternoon. _ She wished to thinkâ€" away from ber father, whose despondâ€" ency about the lost fortune deeply oppressed herâ€"think in peace and quietness for a brief halfâ€"hour. _ Ehe walked to and fro under the limes, pondering the situation for the bunâ€" dredth time. The trees were nearly bared of their foliage now ; the dead leaves were chasing each other along She unbesitatingly opened the gate; and for a while they walked to and fro in «olemn silence. Glancing up furâ€" tively into his face. she noticed an anxâ€" ioms tired look, and she began to fear lest he had come to appeal to herâ€"even to plead ber intercession for mercy. But she felt reassured by the first words he spoke. C i tes 1 "I waited until the last moment," | staircase resembled the ball and stairâ€" raid be. "I had bardly time left to case in the other bhouse in every detail. eatch the mailâ€"train." Helen, interpreting his look, remarkâ€" To Cairo t | ed : "Yes. 1 determined to return." said | ‘"About a hundred years ago this Ringham, "and put myself in the bands house and the bhouse next door formed of my directors. 1| was so worried and | one hig mansion. It was split into two, perplexed. Miss Warrener, that I could | as you see it, by Mr. Grinold‘s father. not rest in London. In a moment of | His object, I believe, was to sell this desperationâ€"I can‘t tell you what | portion. The idea was conceived at a mental agony I suileredâ€"it did enter | moment of financial embarrassment , into my bead to take to flight. . My | but the firm of Grinold struggled sucâ€" lnstant return to Cairo seemed my only | cessfully out of its plight, as many rafeguard. I left the matter in Mr. a firm has done before, and the idea Rbuttleworth‘s bands, as Mr. Grinold‘s | was abandoned. _ Will you come upâ€" lawyer, and I looked for fairâ€"play at | stairs?" She now bastened to read the letter. Ringham bad lucidly set forth how he had come to be locked in the house in Auston Friars; how he bad found & lwiging in a room on the top floor ; and Fm. upon waking at daybreak, the mundle of foreign bonds had disappearâ€" ed. There was an intensely concenâ€" trated look upon her ftace while she She folded the letter presently, and stood for some moments in deep abâ€" atraction. ‘"About what hour." abe rald. glancing at last into Ringbam‘s faceâ€""about what hour did you reach Austin Friars t "‘Shortly after six o‘ciock." "After six? Then it was l who lockâ€" ‘"Yes. 1 saw you from the staircase window," he saidâ€""saw you standing under the lamp. _ Butâ€"butâ€"â€"" _ "Mr. Ringham," Helien suddenly inâ€" terposed, "I think I‘ve got a clue." "A clue to this mystery ?" "Yes! Wait for me only five minâ€" ates;" and she bastensd towards the gute. ‘IH not be longer." _ _â€" _ "Father, where bave you put keya $" In a little parlour, known to Helen as "father‘s study" ever since she was a child, John Warrener sat brooding over the fire. Ho had ceased to take things in a bopefui light. His cheery manner was gone. He was dressed in an illâ€"fitting suit of black, which inâ€" creased his appearance of gloom. His face had already lost some of its roundâ€" ness and the wrinkles had deepened about his forebead and at the corners af his eyes. He bad stood beside Anâ€" thony Grinold‘s grave as sole mourner a few days sinâ€"«; and then he bad reâ€" turned bhome t¢ wonder what would become of himself{â€"how it would now be possible to keep a roof over their heads: and this problem bad been baunting bis thougbts incessantly ever in !" ‘ Helen‘s eyes flashed angrily. "D+ | you mistrust me?‘ | _ "No; but Shuttleworthâ€"" s | "Don‘t try my patience, father‘! You | must know," said the girl, "that 1 | shouldn‘t ask for the keys unless I bad | a stromg motive." ‘"*What is it ?" is "I can‘t stop to discuss that now., was Helen‘s reply. ‘"You should have taken me into your confidenceâ€"yOU and Mr. Shuttieworthâ€"before be went off to Cairo. I might, perbaps, bave saved him the journey."‘ ‘"What do you mean ?" "I‘ve learnt everything about Mr. Ringham‘s flight, as you call it. T‘ve read the letter which bhe wrote to the _ Warrener shook his bead with emâ€" phasis. "I proraised Shuttleworth pot to let them out of my hands."" _ _ _ Warrener looked round startled. He had not heard hbis daughter c~ome in. "What is it?1" What keys‘ "Mr. Grinold‘s keysâ€"the keys of Austin Friars. â€" Please give them to me at once." s your hands t" "Give me the keys. I may tell you then." Warrener slowly rose from his chair. Something in Helen‘s look and manner had at last impelled him to yield. He crossed to his desk, unlocked the drawâ€" er, and took out a heavy bunch of keys. f ‘"*Mr. Ringham. He bas returned to London," said Helen. "I left him only & minute ago." ‘"*Whereâ€"where is he ?" His hand was on the door;, but his daughter stopped him and said in a tome of irresistible appeal: "Father, Mr. Grinold trusted me ; can‘t you ?" ‘"Now, Mr. Ringham, will you come with me ? * They walked for a while in sllence, threading their way through narrow streets and winding alleys. Yot "Now"â€"and he placed them reluctâ€" antly in her bhandâ€"‘"who showed that letier to you ?" hedt . When Helen rejoined him, Ringbham observed that her cheeks were flushed and her eyes glinted with suppressed excitement. _ Fach time be bad hbhad looked into her face she appeared to him more beautiful. "Didn‘t I tell you?t â€" To Mr. Grinâ€" old‘s kouse." "Where is that ?t" "In Austin Friars," said Helen. "Austin Friars?t" They came abruptly upon the old square. â€" Ringham‘s eye at once sought the mansion with the twinâ€"doors and douvble flight of steps under the shellâ€" shaped canopy. _ The doors were closâ€" ed, and upon most of the windows of both houses he read the words "To Let" â€"‘*‘‘To Let," in fresh white paint. Helen led the way up the steps,. and unfastâ€" ened a padlocked door on the leftâ€"hand sideâ€"the door upon which there was mo name or number. "If I had only known!‘ Helen stepped into the hall, and Ringham followed. He looked curiâ€" ously about him. This bhall and the staircase resembled the ball and stairâ€" case in the other bouse in every detail. Helen, interpreting his look, remarkâ€" j t ,';'fhefeâ€"’;-;);ll;i;g_ ridiculous about "W hat ?" "I believe in Mr. Ringham," Helen insisted undauntedly. e hok bank explaining how he bad been Warrener looked up. "Shuttle= worth was right. He said you‘d side with the man. And now you can unâ€" derstand why we didn‘t confide in you. But how came the letter to get into "Abh, come now !" Warrener eJACUâ€" lated. _ "Was ever a more ridiculous letter written then that t ns ‘"Where are you taking me, Miss Warrener ?" "Is it possible?‘ said Ringbam, in blank eurprise. â€" "Did Mr. Grinpold live here 8" ‘"Yes all his life," said Helen; ‘"and his father and grandfather before When they reached the firstâ€"floor landing Helen unlocked a door, and they found themselves in a large and lofty room with three great windows looking out upon Austin Friars. The room was a library, and the massive oaken furniture matched well with the dark paneiled walls. Helen drew back the heavy folds of curtain from one of the windows, and the deepening twilight looked in upon them. & "Before going a step farther," said Helen with hbher hand upon a highâ€" backed armâ€"chair, "let me tell you what gave me the impuise to bring you here. The truth is, your letter has put a strange notion into my head, and I want to hear what you think of it. It may seem ludicrous to you. and perbhaps it may prove so. . We shall Ringham, who bhad commenced to pavce restlessly up and down the room, stopped and look=d eagerly towards her. ‘"What will you think of me, Mr. Ringham," she said, "if I venture to suzgest that the man who took from your valise those foreign bonds was none; other than Anthony Grinold himâ€" self t" He stood speechless, too amazed to comment upon her bold surmise. ‘"Would you credit it ?" she went on. "Can you conceive how such a thing could come about? No? _ And yet to me it seems almost as plain as though I had been an eyeâ€"witness to it. I knew Mr. Grinold‘s character so well. I am going to surprise you. Until the night upon which he woke me out of my sleep in the top room with the coowebbed doors he was a wretched hoarder of gold. My unlookedâ€"for presence thereâ€"my discovery of his secretâ€"seemed to change the man‘s very nature. I‘ll not attempt to exâ€" plain the faot. He had a distinct perâ€" sonality, a willâ€"power that was never surpassed. He received me in this very room a day or two laterâ€"greetâ€" robâ€" ed me as though we bhad been friends | for years. It was a memorable meet-! ing. He related many interesting | things about the old house of Grinold, gave me my first lesson in finance, and | then incidentally mentioned that anl his money waslying idle at the bank. | His meaning was only too clear to me. | aEERRC ARBGZECRRUOR C P CCW S C He wished me to understand that a ruling passion had been conquered, and the subject was never again hinted at between us as long as he lived." Ringham listened as if spellâ€"bound. By her beautiful presence, her adâ€" mirable wit and sympathy, she had directed Anthony Grinold‘s avaricions thoughts into a bhealthier channel. A buman interest had eprung up to inâ€" spire and sustain a nobler impulse. It was with breathless suspense that be waited to learn more from her of this strange being ; for his imagination was already whirling him a dosen different ways in search of a solution of mysâ€" tery that Helen Warrener was slowly unfolding before his mind‘s eye.. s NEeuns U EVCO CERRICUR O AT0E C enigpsenies "You can now understand, perhaps." she said, "what mental torture Mr. Grinold must have suffered at times. He was like a confirmed drunkard who has reso‘utely turned his face against drink. It oiten pained me to look at him. _ He seemed to be wrestling with some unseen force. He never knew how intently I observed himâ€"never knew how much I pitied his weakness and wondered at his strength _ He though me deeply absorbed at such moments in bis financial schemes. And so the day came roundâ€"that un|lucky day of the fogâ€"upon which he lookâ€" ed for you. That was the most terâ€" The twilight was fading fast from this sombre room; some parts of it lay already in deep shadow, and the pictures on the walls had become alâ€" most blotted out. And mow Ringâ€" ham perceived that a low armâ€"chbair that stood beside the fireless bearthâ€" upon which Helen frequently bent ber eyes while speakingâ€"must be the chair in which the financier bad babitually sat. It wrought so strong an imâ€" press on his mind that he conjured up a scene in which the old man and this young girl were seated together, upâ€" on that foggy day, waiting the delivâ€" ery of the foreign bonds. s "That night after I left him, as it seems to me," Helen went on, "he thought that bis wealth was there? that he counted his beap of gold in the days gone by. Is it not probable that in a clouded moment, through force of habit, he was possessed by the htouhgt that bis wealth was there? Creeping stealthily into that room in the dead of night, screening his handâ€" lamp with his trembling band, the light could not fail to fall upon youn valise. Why should he wake you? why run the risk of your opposition? The bonds were what he desired. The rul}â€" ing passion overâ€"mastered himâ€"his greed for gold. _ And thenâ€"and then io Pm o e Nee C e t oo id 2 t t rible day of allâ€"a day of real torment, I a)most think. But you will presentâ€" ly be able to judge for yourself and draw your own conclusions." She had moved towards the mantelâ€" piece. and bad taken from it a small silver lamp while still speaking. She now paused and looked round. "And then ?" said Ringham eagerly. "He took the bonds," she said, ‘"and went stealthily out." "But you haven‘t told me," urged Ringhamâ€"‘"how he got in." ‘"You shall see." She lighted the lamp, and then beckâ€" oning to him to follow hber, Helen led the way upstairs. f When they reached the top flight she handed bim the lamp, and selecting a key from the bunch which she carried Helen unlocked a door, and upon enterâ€" ing the room Ringham was instantly struck with the marked similarity in its shape. as well as in its window and doors to the garret in which he had found shelter upon that memorable night in the other house. "This was Mr. Grinold‘s bedroom," said Helen. seeing Ringbham raise the lamp to glance about gimâ€"-“the room be occupied nearly all his lifeâ€"the room in which he died ‘" It was scantily furnisbhed ; a . little wooden bedstead in one corner, a deal table under the window, a ricketyâ€"lookâ€" ing chair ; but Ringham‘s eye was prinâ€" cipally attracted towards two cupboard doors, one on each side of the fireplace. They reminded him of the cupboards with the cobwebbed locks. "Let us look inside," said the girranâ€" ticipatively. â€" "Shall we?"* Without waiting for a reply, she unlocked the cupboard nearest the door. A great iron safe filled up the space within. Leaving the enppoard unlocked, Helâ€" en turned to the other cupboard, and Ringham observed that she selected a different key for opening the door. This cupboard contained three empty shelves. She drew out these shelves ; something now glittered upon the panelling which the woodwork of the middle shelf nad concealed, It was a long steel boit. Helen pulled back this bolt, gave the paneliing a push with her hand. and a large door swung noiselessly open. She stepped forward beckoning to Ringham over her shouldâ€" er to follow with the lamp. He hastâ€" ened to obey, and the next moment he found himself standing in the garret in which he had been robbed. ‘The door bad cloed hehind them with a dull ‘"That‘s where Mr. Grinold kept his goldâ€"before I knew himâ€"in the old miserly days! No one knows where the key to this safe is to be found ; not even Mr. Shuttleworthâ€"no one, ex= cept myself." thud "It‘s a very simple matter," said Helen, "when you know the secret ; isâ€" n‘t it ? This cobwebbed door, as you see, opens with its entire framework into Mr. Grinold‘s bedroom when the bolt is unfastened. â€"And who could bave unfastened it on the night upon which he died but he ?" **We shall find them," she predicted ‘"in the safe." * Ringham readiiy acquiesced. "But." he saidâ€""but where are the bonds ?" _ Her prediction proved correct. Havâ€" ing discovered the safeâ€"keys in a secret drawer in the old bureau, the safeâ€"door was quickly opened. The bundle of foreign bonds lay suugly tied up in a deep recess. As Helen drew them forth a letter addressed to "Mr. Gilbert Ringham" dropped upon the floor. It contained a business document signed by Antbhony Grinold, acknowledging his receipt of the bonds from Cairo, dated upon the foggy day on which the courier had reached Austin Friars. | ‘"Miss Warrener," said Ringham ferâ€" vently, "I wish I could express my gratitude ! But is that possible? 1 cannot find words.‘" s â€"She was ‘stooping to replace the bonds, and, possibly from the exertion of bending down, the color suddenly TORONTO l Ringham was a welcome guest that |evening at Charterhouse Square ; and | it was unanimously agreed that bhe should remain in London until Shuttleâ€" worth‘s return. One dayâ€"the day upâ€" on which the lawyer‘s arrival from | Cairo was hourly expectedâ€"Ringham : had stepped over with Helen to the old house in Austin Friars to restore | some books which they had borrowed from the sheives of M’; Grinold‘s libâ€" | rary. While descending the stairs the ‘ lampâ€"ligbter lighted the old Jamp at ‘ the entrance, and Ringham stopped at the window and looked down. | â€" Indeed, out of all the 1,200 periodiâ€" cals published in Spain the scientific journals, religious papers and fashion papers are largely in the majority, ‘while the newspapers are in the minâ€" [ority. Newspaper enterprise does not i have much encouragement. Foreign \ news is obtained chiefly from governâ€" ment officials. The whole kingdom of ‘Spain does not receive as many forâ€" ‘eign dispatches in a week as are sent |\ to a single city in this country in a single day. The average Spaenish either !dnes not see mluch use in paying for \an interesting dispatch from abroad | when the chances are about ten to one | that when he gets the dispatch the | press censor will not allow the paper | to print it. _ A Je mounted to her cheeks. Presently she looked up. "There‘s nothing to thank me for. I‘m so glad to thimk that he bheld them in his hands after all," said Helen, "before he died." h "It was there that I first saw youâ€" do you remember iâ€"on the foggy night upon which you locked me in." ‘"Haven‘t you forgiven me yet ?" "Forgiven you? Helen, I have lovâ€" ed you ever since ;" and hbe beld out his hands to ber in appeal. "Can you ever care for me ?" She gave him her bhand, and they went lingeringly out into the twiâ€" light of Austin Friars. ‘ Reasons for the Quecr Things to Be Found in Their Columas. Spanish newspapers are queer things, even outside of their " news" about the United States, the Indians and what not, and their queerness is due as much to the public which they serve as to the inconceivable ignorance or wilful disâ€" honesty, or both, of the people who make them. It is said, for instance, that outside of the larger cities there is a large class ot people who do not even know of the existence of the present crisis. To one unacquainted with Spanish customs and manners it might seem strange that Spnaish newspapers did not lay the whole matter before the people, but there are some obstacles in the way ot such a general campaign, of eduâ€" cation in Spain. In the first place it must be rememâ€" bered that less than oneâ€"third, and only a little more than oneâ€"fourth of the Bpanish people can read or write. An educated Spaniard is not the rule, but the exception. A newspaper among a population more than twoâ€"thirds of which can neither read nor write is not likely to have a tremendous cirâ€" culation or unlimited power. Even in the cities the circulation is not large. La Epocha, the conservative organ of Madrid, for example, has a circulation of less than 5,000 copies. Outside of Barâ€" celona and Madrid there are perhaps 600 papers published in Spain, and not half of these pretend to be newspaâ€" pers. tE ks 8 $orer All these facts must be borne in mind in considering the influences which go to make up public opinion in Spain, Unfortunately for the stability of the present Spanish government, clerical influences in Spain are rather with the Carlist pretender than with the young king. If Sagasta were able to lay before the Spanish people generâ€" ally a true statement of the present condition of things and of Weyler‘s brutality, spoliation and outrageous robbery in Cuba, it would not take long to settle the Cuban question with peace and honor to both sides. THE BLIND FIDDLER. By John Imrie, Toronto, Can. He stood at a crossing late at night, The wind was chilly and keen, No use for him the electric light, Nor the light of day, I ween ; His face was pinch‘d, and pallid, and sad His clothing tatter‘d and bare, A halfâ€"starved, dog for a guide he bad, His wealthâ€"a Cremona rare! He would not part with that bosomâ€" friend, A relic of brighter days, Though seldom a dollar had he to spend Since bhe trod misfortune‘s ways; He came from Italia‘s sunny clime, Exil‘d from Fortune and homeâ€" But love of musical art sublime Follows her children that roam ! He played from "the masters" rare and true, But not with the aid of book,â€" Yet every note of their works he knew, You could see it in his look ; For, though his eyes were diseas‘d and dark, The eyes of his soul were bright, And the tender tones of "Vital Spark," Drew a crowd that chilly night ! As the grateful audience prais‘d bis skill, The dog whin‘d a meaning rhyme, Their pockets and purseâ€"strings slack‘d at will, Tinâ€"cup got nickle and dime! Enough for present needsâ€"bed and boardâ€" For master and dog were got ; The piercing winds, like a twoâ€"edg‘d sword Drove them home to their humble cot! The last performance be play‘d that night. A deathâ€"chill had laid him low, And when the fever was at its height, He grasp‘d both fiddle and bow :â€" He made the Cremona almost sing A â€"medical authority in Berlin, deâ€" clares that not one of Germany‘s proâ€" fessional bicyclists has a sound beart. Sweeter notes than soaring larkâ€" While his soul went forth to meet the King To the music of "Vital Spark !" SPANISH NEWSPAPERS. (The end.) Sash and Door Factory. tory we are now prepared Aaving Completed our NG‘V_V- _I.“ EE. .r’-m anTt»®mT T us to l‘FILL ALL ORDERS PROMPTLY. We keep in Stock a large quantity of Sash, Doors, Mouldings, Flooring and the differâ€" ent Kinds of Dressed Lumber for outside sheeting. Our Stock of DRY LUMRE is very Large so that all orders > can be filled. Ltirhber, Shingles and Lath always EE WOULD NOT BE A PEBR sOME STORIES OF THE LATE WILâ€" LIAM EWART GLADSTONE. Interesting Reminiscences Culled From the Life and History of England‘s Grand Old Man. It is 13â€"yearâ€"old William Glynne Charles Giladstone, who now succeeds to the Castle of Hawarden, a portion of which is more than four centuries old. It formerly belonged to Sir Btephen Glynne, the elder brother of Mrs.Gladâ€" stone, and the last male member of a family that was able to trace back its ancestry in an unbroken line to the ninth century. When be died he bequeathed Hawarden to his brotherâ€" inâ€"law, Mr. Gladstone, whose interest therein was limited to his lifetime, after which it was to pass on to his eldest son. The latter, William Henry by name,died some six years ago leavâ€" ing several children, the eldest of whomâ€"that is to say, the grandson of the Grand Old Man, a lad now at Eton, now becomes master of the casâ€" tle and estate. Both have been considerably imâ€" proved and increased in value since the death of Sir Stephen, Mr. Gladâ€" stone sapent over a million dollars, which he received in the shape of beâ€" quests from his parents and in legaâ€" cies from other relatives, in purchasing land, destined to increase the estate, which, with its valuable collieries, clay pits, etc., now yields an income of $80,â€" 000 a year. HE WAS OFTEN POOR, Not that Mr. Gladstone bhad by any meaps this sum at his disposal to spend until within the last two or three years of his death." On the contrary, be was often during the coursa of his public life in pecuniary straitsâ€" this in spite of his fame as the foremost financier of the Victorian era. _ Inâ€" deed, he was compelled on one occasion to sell his libraryâ€"the collection of a lifetimeâ€"and at another time to put up at auction his cherished and valuâ€" able collection of china. HMe was also forced to sell his town house in Carleâ€" ton House, Terrace, remaining dependâ€" ent upon the hospitalities of friends, such as Lord Rendel, whenever he made a stay in London. _ oc It is quite probable that the Queen may offer to confer an earldom upon the youthful owner of Hawarden Casâ€" tle. â€" But Idoubt whether his famâ€" ily will permit him to accept this disâ€" tinction, for it is well known that her Majesty upon three separate occasions pressed upon the late Mr. Gladstone a peerage, urging hbhim to take the title of Earl of Liverpool, in conseâ€" quence of the latter having been the city of his birth as well as the home of his family for many generations.;, HFE NEEDED NO TITLE. Mr. Gladstone, however, preferred to remain a Commoner, judging rightly that a peerage could not add to the lustre and celebrity of his name, but might possibly obscure it. Moreâ€" over, when the great Sir Robert Peel died, his eldest son declined the royal offer of a peerage, taking the ground that be was far prouder of bearing the name under which his father had beâ€" come famous as Premier, than some newâ€"fledged title, which would only serve to conceal his parentage ‘and iancestry. _ The Gladstones cannot do better than follow the example of the Peels in this matter, all the more as there is coming in due course and by inheritance, to the young master of Hawarden, a title not in the form of a peerage, but of a mere baronetcy, which will enable, The baronetcy is now held by Sir John Gladstone, only son of the Grand Old Man‘s eldest brother, Thomas, and who is the owner of the Gladstone famâ€" ily estate of Fasque in Scotland. Sir John, byâ€"theâ€"bye, a perfect giant in stature, is like his father before him, a Conservative and and _ antiâ€"Home Ruler. He derives the larger portion of his considerable revenues from the very excellent whiskey which is disâ€" tilled on the Fasque estate. as in the case of Sir Robert Peel, the beir of the Grand Old Man to retain his name. A LARGE INHERITANCE. The late Mr. Gladstone it must be reâ€" membered was the youngest of four sons, who each of them married and bad large {families of children. Curiâ€" ously enough, all the nephews have died off without leaving any male isâ€" sue. Sir. John, as stated above, the only son of the late Mr. Gladstone‘s eldest brother, is a confirmed bacheior. The Grand Old Man‘s second brother, Robertson, had no less thin six sons, all of whom have died without leaving issu> save one named Richard, â€" like Sir John, a confirmed bachelor. In Stock. K._ G. & J. MoKECHNIE hbat Is the Rest Way to Live and Enjoy the Blessing of Health. What has cured one bypochondriac may prove of like benefit to many othâ€" ers. The man in question imagined that some dread thing in conspiracy with death, was rapidly working deâ€" struction in his system. He could not figure out just what it was, but be reâ€" ; solved to baffle impending fate by obâ€" | eerving all the approved _ rules of | bealth. Regarding the stomach as the | greatest source of disease, he first deâ€" | voted his attention to it. He found from one authority that be should eat I no meats and had just became a vegetâ€" , arian when he Jearned from anctber | good authority that the man who did :not eat meat could never attain the strength of mind and body that nature | intended. He ceased all stimulants beâ€" cause be read that they were detriâ€" mental and then came across the assorâ€" 'am'e from anotber learned doctor that nothing was better than these some ! sti_{l_)uls_mt_q judiciously taken. | _ But when our bypochondriac _ read ‘from a German doctor that all hread | was injurious and should hbe used just { as sparingly as possible he dropped his | investigations in cdigust ons vowed that he could find the highest _ auâ€" ‘ thority, for eating. drinking and liv» | ing just as it suited him. Now hbe has ' red gills, a rotund form and a surnyv |__Mrs, Newwedâ€"Have some of the pie, | Mr. Oldboy. 1 made it myself, | (Mr. Oldboly. guestâ€"Umâ€"I thank you, but I seldom eat pie. _ _Mr. Newwedâ€"Daon‘t be afraid ol it, my, old .(rio-nd; it‘s aM right, I tried Th se Aerailtcln The third and sailor brother of the great statesman left at his death one son, who bas a family of daughters, and after that next in succession to the baronetcy comes young William Glynne Gladstone, who has ‘iust inâ€" berited Hawarden. The boy will thereâ€" fore eventually possess in addition to Hawarden witi its $80,000 a year, the baronetcy, and the Scotch estates and distilleries of Fasque, which yleld an income of some $250,000 a year so that by the time hbe attains a marriageable age he will have become with his name, his title, bis property and bis income a very desirable parti WANTED TO BE AN ACTOR, In none of the obituaries of Mr. Gladâ€" stone has the fact been mentioned that not only was he a playwright, but that at one moment he seriously considered going upon the stage as a professional actor for the sake of a living. He was to such an extent stageâ€"struck in bis youth that he consulted the famous ac tor, Macready, respecting his chance of success in the dramatic profession, The tragedian is reported to have exâ€" pressed a favourable opinion to him. Of course the entreaties of Mr. Gladâ€" stone‘s own relatives likewise weighed in the balance of persuading him to change his plans. The course of Engâ€" lish history during the past 50 years might have been very different bad Mr. Gladstone become an actor. But subsequently Mr, Gladstone was induced to abandon his intentions in that direction by the advice of his friend, Lord Stanley, afterward fourâ€" teenth Earl of Derby, so celebrated as Prime Minister, and as translator of the words of Homer. The farther he went the greater the confusion. Tobarco was poisos. Toâ€" bacco was a grand thing because it kept out the deadly microbes to whick the mouth is peouliarly susceptiile. Late eating was ruinous. Late eating was a source of health because it atâ€" tracted the blood from the brain to the stomach and induced sleep. Besides it was not intended that the sistem «hould go tweive bours out of th. t wen tyâ€"four without taking in sustenane. Eggs were among the hbealthicest of 1p5 wel ABONAE LBHI The throne room of Spain is deseribâ€" ed as a magnificent apartment â€" of crimson and gold, with colossal mirrors and a chandelier of rock crystal that is conaidekmd the finest example of the hn d hss HHn s on c Wue ul i o w n Oe P PP oat . O2K foods. Eggs tended directly to impair the liver. It was bad to drink t oo much water. There was not bhing :ike water to keep the system flushed out and in a healthy condition. Fruit im the morning was the worst thing posâ€" sible for the stomach. Fruit in the morning was positively the happest a.md‘ best intraduction the stomach c c t e &2 1 1 could have EOii‘i.:_(i;l'_\"": \\::;‘In bread was the best. The finer the more nutritious the bread e O s Z0 00 1 ceceapIe oC LaG kind in the world. Under the gorgeous Ucanopy are two large chairs, handâ€" somely carved and gilded and upholseâ€" tered in crimson brocade. Upon these the Queen Regent and the boy King Sit UDON OCCaSionm Af mmwmaml. rea gills, a rotund form and a surny nature. And yet be does nothing for which he cannot â€" «how you _ the bighesy medicah sanction. it on a tramp; BPAINS THRONE DO AS YOU PLEACE. REASSURED. of ceremony. 4ut . _ Coarse the fiour wC W‘E > ® S ':“‘141 en Te hi es *"* WF W The Great Need to Build T Expert=â€"â€"Us Builders of Do we actually want are bad roads preferal that has been raised ! length and breadth of this continent. "We wi the demand of men in sest Or has labor «i placed on our roads fo merely to occupy our our surplus capital i we do not want good rc mre preferable, why s roads at allf We must have ro having been place perience which bas gom of building ot stantially, teaches having roads that : want the labor and them to be a paying want roads which wil ter what the state of ridges for & consider swmmer. A road whi bad road. The mone on it, is lugelJ fore mud, is plowed unde and wasted, A good omical road. of By A. W W nder (a n made an are still fa of is are U councils, & bor supp The statut pioncer 42 [M peop!fl mlki country, and it ciroumstances. need of improy fully. That was labor In the pi now the popu!0 But where the 1 wed con. y n ich Wi t:ixâ€"yrind well ition exists. 4atarta in DOF greut niajo. e under Log is, and are pp emellt.ed atute labor. n n M n It