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â€"I‘ean buckles are worn on evening Blip pers. â€"â€"A new and expensive caprice in collars and muffs are those made of leopard skin. â€"-Europmu ladies are adopting the sensiâ€" ble but homely fashion of wearing their hair short. (Baltimore (Dec. 7) Letter to the London Tele- graph.) f‘ Candy" and “ caramels” are institutions inithis country. Candy tempers the bitter- ness of scandal, and molhfies the exacerla- tion of political controversy. It even coun tel-acts, to some extent, the deleterious in- fluence of Pieâ€"pronounced “ Poy"â€"â€"which is the transatlantic incubus, and clings, with its doughy legs. over the shoulders of Columbia like an Old Man of the Sea. As 1 most everything that I behold in this wonder- ful country hears traces of improvement and Morin-everything except Pie. The National‘ manners have become softenedâ€"tho men folk chew lees. expectorate less, curse less ; the newspapers are not half so scurilous as our own; the Art idea is becoming rapidly developed ; culture is made more and more manifest ; and the one absorbing topic of con- versation is no longer the almighty dollarâ€"â€" but to the tyranny of Pie there is no sureease. It is a Fetish. It is Bohwani. It is the Mexiv can carnage god iluitchlipotchli. continually demanding fresh victims, It is Moloch. Men may come and men may go ; the Grant “boom ” may he succeeded by the Sherman “boom ;" but Pie goes on forever. The trump. and the scullawag, in trousers of looped and windowed ruggedness, hungry for Pie and im- petuously demand nickel cents wherewrth to purchase it ; and the President of the United States, amid the chastened splendor of the White House, can enjoy no more festive fare. They gave me pic at the Brevoort, and I am new fresh from the consumption of pie at the Mount Vernon, Baltimore. Two more aris- tocratic hotels are not to he found on this continent. I battled strongly against this dyspepsiadealxng pastry at first ; but a mulâ€" atto waiter held me with his glittering eye. and I yielded as though I had been a two- year-old child. The worst of the dreadful pieâ€"apple or cranberry. pumpkin or"squash" â€"â€"is that it is so very nice. lt is made delu- sively flat and thin so that you can out into conveniently sized triangular wedges, which slip down easily. Pardon this digression; but it really forms as important a factor in American civilization as the pot-ou-feu does in France. There is no dish at home by which we nationally stand or fall. The “roast best of Old England” sound very well to the strains of Mr. Don Godfrey's band at a dinner at the Free Mason‘s Tavern ; but sirloin of beef is 14 pence a pound, and there or hundreds of thousands of laboring English people who never taste roast beef from year‘s end to year's endâ€"save when they happen to get into jail or into the work-house at Christ- mastide. â€"A new uhnming is of brown velvet em- broidered in gold designs. â€"Bul:tercup yellow, soft twilled satin, is used for the fashionable neckerchiei. â€"â€"Linked sleeve buttons are worn again and used to substitute for the single flat cuff button. â€"Apple blossoms falget- me- nots. mingled with silvmtassels we used to trim ball dresses for young girLs â€"Wiuter is represented at fancy bnlls by a black net dress with a border and trimmings of frosted twigs. â€"Pa.risi£m ladies are wearing entire cos- tumes of fur, seal skin. astrachun and even mt‘skiu. Those who wish to see the Esqui- maux style of dress need only go to Paris. â€"The deep fur collar has almost super ceded the hon. and is but a small part of the trimmings with which most cloaks are fin- ished. American women ought to adopt the English fashion of wearing with the fur-lined circulars long fur cufls that reach to the elbow. â€"â€"-Indoor:u'chary is a fashionable winter amusement. â€"â€"With the craze for China decorations has been introfiuced Chinese silk hematitched hundkerchiefs. ~~â€"White bear muffs are the mode in Eu- rope. It is to be hoped the fashion will not reach this bide of the water. â€"A superb trifle in jewelry represents the tail feathers of a peacock. This is Smell led for a. lace pin or for the hair. -â€"Cream-colored morning gowns made of flannel and embroidered with whim floss, are vé'ry comfortable and natty. â€"Bracelvts of yellow rosebuds are worn with long black kid gloves, as also are bands of velvethsilver or gold braid. ”Bag-pipes, castanets, bits of armor and shields with Medusa’s head are among the oddities for u‘uatelaino ornaments. â€"The hour-glass table has come again. It is covered with clrintz. silk or plush. and fin- ished at the top with lace 01- ball fringe. -â€"â€"Hat. mat and stick stands. made of three oars sut upright and held together by a life preserver and rope. are styled pictures- qua. â€"â€"Costumes of black plush are trimmed with black satin, and a jet collar and Jet orna- ments are placed on the front and cuffs of the jacket. â€"-The Duchess of Marlborough has the credit of reviving the wearing of Irish poplin. This material is used instead of silk for the fur-lined circulars. â€"-A new headdress is made ollight and dark fem leaves, mixed and real sorai sprays, This style of wreath would convert a modém maiden into an Undine, in appearance, at least. â€"â€"At a dinner party in New York, live swans in miniature ponds were part. of the decorations This is to be rivaled by a rose bud party that will soon come off at Delmon- ice ‘3 that for the floral decorations alone will cost $1,500. -â€"Necklaces are made of five rows of flat gold beads, each head being wrought in a different pattern from that of the others. GEORGE ADGI‘STUS SALA 0N PIE. â€"Miniature fans of brocade silk are stitched Wlth gold thread. on one sxde of black fans. â€"W 111 tie us something old and z: rawâ€"- Some toothloss tune of the by gone 3'eu1‘s~ Home 1mm (‘irl song that 11111113 10- dLLV' \Virh a. nvulkin-r Stick this vale of t LL1'.H Wuistlo u stave of the good old days, Ere the fur stood up in 11 thousand ways .On the listener's pelt as he ripped and tore, And grew crazy from hearing ” Phantom.” Fame pointed up her lam-elem! steep, Where hung the d athless lyre, Rnused m'nud Ambition from her sleep And bmiu her son aspire. From 10“. ' ranks to lofty 17x use He tlod her ppwmd way' , F nth s b lauties beaming on his gaze And glowmg in each lay. he cottas- joys, the lover's flame He made mortal themes ; And Hope‘s bright yearniugs for a. name Fulfilled his early dremns. 7 Her 11161123, 501' atréums: her hills, H0 clothed with an undying bloom W111 churn) while language thrills. Hi: heart made other's woes his own Through feeling that wants. T111 generaus low with tears has thrown Ins mantle o‘er his fzullts. Though Scotland holds in sacred keep, Ueur dust within her urns, None nun-e her prxde or tears as deep As that al‘ Robbie Burns‘ ’Mony he {1101' blues a, poet mug ind SCuilluld gave him birth ; Bu; homely harp by genius strung Touche-.1 all the hearts of earth. T299 Whmdin; bum, the yglloy’jgroom “’it, satizo, love or piby show Through all his varied song, To shiekl the weak be dealt the blow In econ. at human wrong. (Frogythe b‘labtown Gamble.) 'AFHIEON NOTES. RonERT BURNS. BY WILLIAM SENIOR. Neilson of J'oomburra and his brother-in- law, settled old colonists now, were famous! in their younger days for boldness in exploring for new country. They would set out with a small following of black fellows Whose fidelity had been tried, and be absent for a year or eighteen months at a time. They would turn up very browned. hungry-looking, but other- wise jolly. and after a visit to the metropolis two results invariably followed ; their banker’s balance would be increased by three figures and two or three pioneer squatters would, be- fore long. travel out upon their tracks, to stock and take up the eligible country they had found and reported upon. Finding good grazing country is a profitable occupation, and is still work for brave men. These ex- plorers are unknown to fame, but they often undergo severe privations, and confront ap- palling perils. Neilson of Joomburm and his brotherdn- law, Julian, met with many astonishing ud- ventures, but the one they remembered best was, as compared with some of their exper- iences, quite unexoiting. They were approach ing the verge of the settled districts, and a long march of almost unknown plain country in ervened between them and a certain creek w ich they aimed to make. A stony ridge confronted them in the afternoon, and as is. satisfactory day's travel had been accom- plished, the party encemped and. made com- fortable for the night. There was grass and amongst the trees on the ridge something in the shape of game would doubtless be beaten up. The young men went out with their guns, strolled up and over the ridge, and found themselves amongst broken rocks, where they hid themselves in wait for a small spe- cies of kangaroo called rock wallaby. Soon Julian tumbled one over. The marsupial rolled down from erag to erag. and disap- peared. Heilson crept round the face of an angle on the track of other game. disturbed by the echoing report of the gun. Julian de- scended in search of the shot welleby. whose death-bound had given it an impetus that caused it, together with a mass of dislodged stones, Lo roll swift and far. It was by this reason some time before Julian had picked his way within sight of the prize. Neilson meanwhile had wandered oil in another direc- tion. turning the angles of the ridge. The wallsby lay dead close to What looked like the entrance to a cave, and Julian, fancy- ing he saw “ tracks” around peeped in mut, teriug, “ Dark as u Wolf's mouth," as it was. Black it seemed, as the tomb, and as silent, but for a trickle of Witter within. Cautiously he walked into the thick darkness, and on and on for a score of paces before pausing. Ahead, he became conscious of a pale blue glimmer, and he afterwards confessed that he felt fearfully white in heart and face, as, breathless, he clutched his gun, and noted that the light beg :n to waver. If the illum- ination had been thrown more distinct, the phenomenon would have resembled the disc thrown upon the wall by a magic lantern, Into it. faint, like the light itself, there now intruded a, ghostly visage. Impalpable as was the shape, Julian could see bright eyes in hollow sockets, white, haggard, wrinkled fea- tures, nnd matted hair and board. The supernatural appearance, as he could but deem it, faded away before the reverber- ations of his voice had rung themselves out, and deep darkness reigueil as before. Scared, as a hundred blacks breaking in on the mid- night fire would not have scmed 111m Julian rammed his steps and relturned to camp, much mystified. So it was agreed. The bushman’s lampâ€" a tin pot of grease with a rush for WICkâ€"-W s fished out, and the box of matches, carefu" preserved for rare occasions, found. They took their guns, sought the cove mouth, and penetrated it until. a hundred yards from the entrance,tliey were stopped by a wedge shaped termination of the passage. A pool of limpid water was near,fod by rivulets down the slimy face of the walls. The roof was about eight feet high, and of fantastically broken and gnarled solid rock. Nothing more. “ This is what the doctors call a hallucina- tion,” said Neilson. “You are in a. bad way, friend Julianand Imust keep an eye on you.” _ ‘.... 1v|~ ..m‘,, By-and-by Neilson came in with a wallaby and stone plover, and to him Juhan told his nary. Neilson was incredulous. “ I tell you,” Julian urged, “it was a man, or an apparition, I‘m neither drunk nor mad." “ Then. Julian, my Inc-1, we must sift out the mystery. Lat 11ng back with some- thing in the shape of a light, and face the devil.” J V “ Deuce a bit," answered Julian. ” There is nothing the matter with me ; but I wouldn’t like to say so much for the haunted cave.” Over their damper, ten, and Wallaby stew, and later, over the turning-in pipe, Julian kept referring to what he had seen, and finally became tacitum when he received nothing but good-humeral banter from his mate. As ill luck would have it, two horses were driven in lame next morning, and the explor- ers, well satisfied with the grass and water, and doubting when they might find a more luxurious camp, determined to prolong their spell. During the night the melancholy scream of thereakfast, had been heard. and Neilson. after blew mo :3 proposed a saunter to a. timbered ridge at some little distance, where he shrewdly suspected the birds would be taking their customary repose after the ex ertions of the night. Julian, who was the handy man with Saddlery. remained in camp to repair girth and bridle. An hour or two passed, and the report of Neilson‘s gun was often heard. and Julian. his cobbllng done, took his weapon and wandered off on his own account, involuntarily wending his way to the scene of the previous evening‘s ndgouturea. He was approaching the rocks through a bit of closely-wooded forest, thick with under- growth, when a sound startled him. " Well. well." he said to himself, stopping, “ the birds and beasts of this country nmke strange noises, no doubt; but if that wasn’t human, I‘m a Dutchman"~- adding at the top of his voice, ‘ Hi ! Who are you? What are There was no response. He turned away into a. gully choked with ferns and under- growth reaching to his arm-pits, and had not proceeded far when the human groan was re- peated, on‘the slope to his right. It was so near that Julian could fix upon a big gum- ti'ee as a probably safe steering-point. And there the Search ended. The gum was one of those deceptive trees which are solid to the eye but hollow to the touch,for on the farther side there was a cavity in which four men could find shelter. One had found refuge there, and he Wits the author of the groans which in the out-utthe-way solitude had startled the tmveler~a poor old. men, who in his prime must have been a model of athletic vigor, and who even now, though his heard was grizzled and snakelike, and his hair whitemnd his face seamed. atross and athwa‘rt with crooked wrinkles. was not the descrip- tion of enemy one would care to meet in single combat. “ Hallmthere l” he shouted. at last, pre- senting his gun. ‘jBy the Lord. I’ll‘ fire.” you H‘fiYou seem i1], muster,” said Julian, kneel- ing cowards where the groaner lay in his hol- low tree, into which he had faHen a helpless heap. VOL. XXII. .A “'Dly. VI L. The recipient; seated himself in the hollow tree. and Julian hurried off to camp, towards which Neilson also was approaching. Soon he was in possession of the main features of Julian’s narrative. “ What is the man like?" asked he. “ What is he like :7” repeated Julian. ”He is a veritable man of the woods--shaggy. bull- neckcd. bur-1y. rough. But let me whisperâ€" hc is the ghost of the haunted cave." “ Bosh !_ you are joking.” “Neverajoke about it. The face of my wild man of the woods is the face I saw in the pale blue light of tho cavern." “ Did you tell him so ?” “ I did not. I asked him, as if carelessly. if there were any caves hereebouts, and he growled such a ferocious ‘How should I know ‘2’ that I said no more." “ Turned rusty, did he ‘9” “ Rusty and jagged as old hoop iron. He seemed tolerably grateful for the brandy ; yet he is a savage, every inch of him. But come along." “Certainly.” ansvéeredâ€" Julian. “As I said just now, there isn’t much left, but I’ll leave the flask with you.” “ Yes; believe you are in for another hal- lucination.” Julian had now the double duty to perform of docsoring the wild man and shaming his comrade, and he did both by anticipation. so cnnfidem was he. The friends in due time arrived at the tree. and Neilson roared again at Julian’s look of blank amazement. The old man had vanished. “ I swearhe was here,” protested Julian, pointing to the ground, upon which the-flask lay.” By degrees he progressed from prostration to liveliness, finally throwing out his right arm and straightening back his broad shoulders, as if anxious to discover whether the leading parts of the machinery were still intact“ But; to Julian’s request to see him on his way he returneda surly negative. He curtly explained that he had fainted, and fiercely warned Julian to “clear out." “Look you, old man.” said Julian, “you want doctoriug; you want to patronize our little medicine chest. I’ll go to camp and back again in the twinkling, if you’ll promise not to move till I come back.” “ Yes, I’ll go, Julian ; but what shall I see. I suspect I might pm in my eye and feel none the worse for the transaction.” “Then you don’t believe me ?” asked Julia). anglfly. “Julian, you must be looked after,” the other said. “I can forgive you pitching a yarn about an old man in a tree, but when you think to convince me that he left a. flask and half a glass of grog behin(1him,1’ve done with you. You’re very young to go daft, Julian, but that’s the time of day. depend upon it.” The old man seemed to jump at this pro- posal. “Thank’ee.” he said ; "right. Another n1p,_certa_h{. before you go}: It was useless for Julian to protest After all Neilson might be right; he was going ofl his head. Ponderin’g which he picked up his flask, and accompanied his friend moodily to camp ; was very taciturn during the after- noon, and very thoughtful as they sat round the evening embers. Then suddenly he ex- claimed, “ I have 1t." “That has pulled you together,” said Julian heerlnglv. “Saved me â€" saved me for the present, mate,” answered the other. “ Come on, ” Julian whispered; “ We’ll soon solve the r1dd1e;’ ’pushing on in the daikness, and again Whispering, “You see. the ghostly mystery is easily explainable when you have the key to it.” The mystic light, as was now self-evident, had shone into the cavern through the roof of what appeared to be solid rock, and immune aperture which could be gained by mean oft 21 couple of niches in the rocky well. Its we a natural manhole, how contrived was not ye apparent. Julian was first in the breach. Neilson pulled himself up close at his heels. They were now in a. rocky chamber, dimly lighted through an opening at the farther end ; the novel men-hole was formed by a singular slab of rock. which fitted like mosaic into the roof of the cave; it could only be opened inwmds. When lhls stony trap- door was loweied into its receptacle 1131' its thong of green hide, it was impossible for a. specta- tor below to observe its existence at a merely casual glance. The stimulant revived the old man. He straightened himself out, rose to a. sitting posture, took another dose of the restorative, sighed wearily, motioned to J ulian to lend him a hand, and by that assistance stood up- right, and stepped out. into the open. “ Ah 7" drawled Neilson. “ Seen some thing else. my post Juliap a" " The fainting man will be iound in the cave â€"mark my words, Neilson ; and 1f you are game to keep me companyin the morning I'll find him !” “ Good night, old fellow ; you’d better get under the blanket,“ said Neilsou with mock pity; But next morning they did proceed in com- pany to the cave mouth ; and sure enough, when they had penetrated far enough. they both beheld the pale blue light described by Julianâ€"the light, but not the face. “Here, take a pull at this,” Julian said, pouring what little grog remained in his flask into its cup. “We haven’t much left, but this is a clear case of ‘medical comforts.’ Come, cheer up." u Egad 1 I think it is 1 that am daft now," said Neilson. This explanation praved to be correct. The hush lamp, held aloft, revealed a. large natur- al chamber ofherd smooth limestone, and near the trapdoor there were a couple of kerosene tins filled with water, and a stone jar so recently overturned that the puddles glistoned fresh on the floor. At the farther end the explorers found a rift in the wall ids e nough to serve as a doorway. They pushed through, observing, as they passed on the inside, a rudely hewn slab that in 9. mo- ment would render the place impregnnhle. It was a perfect place of concealment. Now came a wide paSsage, some twenty yards in length, curving abruptly to the left,and open- ing into another spacious chamber, whose crusted walls sparkled brightly as the rays of the rough-and-ready lamp gllnted upon them. “ Ha ! ha! my good Wild man of thewoods, 1 hope I don t intrude,” said Julian with a laugh and probably emboldened by the prox- imity of his f11end. For Julian had fonnd’what he had sought, and Neilson, from the shadow in wh1ch he elected to remain, could see that the sick man of the hollow gum- tree, and the tenant of the Fauy Gave “(10 0119 and the same. He was in a cot like a. ship‘ 5 b1111k,a1111 in evident pain. A pistol lay on a. three legged stool at. his 8: 'de; a couple of guns stood hapdv against the wall. The mom was 'rudeiy but com- fortably furnished , a c1evice in 0110 of the corners. through which a draft of air perpet- ually blew, was hidden by a screen covered “ I think I have to beg your pardonJulian, I do believe you are right for once,” whisper- ed Neilson. " This is the secret," replied Julian in the same cautious tone, and taking no notice of the other’s banter. ”My colonial Orson lives somewhme yonder, and when I stood aghast at what I certainly conceived was a visitant how the other wm‘,ld the 01d gentleman had come down {01 water. He heard me, and under cover of the darkness scrambled up at the side.” The old lellow turned up his eyes implor- inng, and groaned again. RICHMOND HILL, THURSDAY, FEB. 5,1880. If the occupant of the bunk had been in health he would, judging from the sudden ef- fort he made to taping out, have leaped at. the young man’s throat. But he fell back again, savagely pointing to the mush-eta agaimt the wall. Motioning Neilson still to remain unseen, Julian smiled, and said : “ Nonsense, old man; you won’t frighten me. My duty is to look after you, andImean to do it ; so the best thing you can do is to be obedient. What do you say?” “ Clear out.” he growled. “ That won‘t do." Julian answered. “ Let us make a, bargain. I Won’t tell a. soul about you and your beautiful castle here, until I have been to consult a friend in camp yonder. He knows something about dootoring. and he’ll be as silent as the grave. We‘ll both take a. big oath of Ieorecy, if you like." " Who told you I want secrecy 7” “ My common sense, Come. come ! Don’t be afraid of me. I’m‘he‘re asa friend, if you’ll only believe it.” The man. however, was apparently not moved by this ofi‘er of friendship ; he received it with a sneer which was nothing if not ferocious, and with a shake of the head that the mildest man must have acknowledged to be impatient. Julian, however. feared no- thing, and by this time interested in the ad- venture. determined to maintain possession. This he frankly told the patient, laughingly reminding him that in high civilization pos- session is nine pointsof the law, The man here glanced towards the fowling-pieces, and Julian pretending :0 understand that he Wanted to look at them, leisurely took up the nearest, which was capped. He handed it to its owner. who stared at the intruder, and again turned his face away, while Julian re- placed the gun against the well. By and by he built a fire, and boiled a. quart pot of tea from materials he found by rummaging in the outer apartment, where he whispered Neilson to remain pardu t; ‘ further noticeâ€"made himself, in short. 1i: eiul and very much at home. In the 00111‘ i ‘. ~ hour or two the _ . ~' 7* lily about, and Julian accompanied hi1 at his request to secure the fortress by putting the stone door into the roof. The man of the woods, nothing loth, by a little assistance raised himself, and did not refuse the watered brandy which Julian placed to his lips. As before, it revived him almost instantaneously, and his first use of restored strength was to take down from a shelf over- head a coal black pipe, with which he mo- tioned, and fell back from sheer exhaustion. Julian understood the movement, charged the old man’s pipe, charged his own, and the same light kindled both. For several min- utes they smoked in silence. “ Now}, then, my friend, what can I do for you?” asked Julian. “ Go away," said the flick man. “ No, I mean to stay here till you are betlie-r‘,” asserted Julian, quietly. A “ Now, you see,” said Julian, “1 11min your power altogether.” (Neilsqn bud effectu- ally kept out of sight.) "It is like the story- hooks, is it nowâ€"giants. ogres. dungeons and all the rest. But I dare say you won’t eat me.” The person thus appealed to shook his head sadly, very much, it must be confessed. as if-he thought he should be pleased to enact the role of fee fi-fo-fum, had he but the energy to go through with it. At this time he was sitting on a projection in the wall ; nature having here provided. not only 3 din- ing and a. drawing room finely ventilated, and on the same floor, but any quantity of seats whenever the tenant required rest. Soon, however, another humor passed over him, and he. held out his hand. Julian imagining he desiied to be help ed to his feet, acted accordingly, but thep king of the cave shook his head decisively, and uttered the one wordâ€"â€" " Right.” ” Then right it is,” said Julian, supporting him back to the chief apartment. with dingy pictures clipped from English and American illustrated papers. But the poor King of Fairyland was in sad straits, weak and in pain. emé’flnable and unwilling to speak. His lack-lustre eyes were neverthe- less fixed upon the gentleman who, l1ke Paul Pry, hoped he did not intrude. Upon first becoming aware of the presence of a stranger, he had mechanically attempted to reach toward the stool,‘ but he dropped his arm with a. groan upon the ’possum skin coverlid, turned his face to the wall, moaned, and wenrily closed his eyes. “Yoru are in, my imor fellow." said Julian, adroitly shifting the pistol from the stool and seating himself; “I told you you required dogfioringf ‘ The patient shook his head, and the ges- ture, through all its feebleness, evinced the most obstinate determination. “Another faint? ” remarked Julian, un sclf‘wiug his fnlangk. “Ty! therprescription.” The hermit was now in great pain, and being unable to move out of his bunk, in which Julian had made him comfortable, explained how the trapdoor might be managed from the outsideâ€"a fortunate occurrence in one sense, since it enabled Neilson to disap- pear from the scene without detection. J uliun was forced into two promises in return for the one given ; he was to say nothing to his people at the camp of What he had seen, and was to secure the circular door in the roof with religious careâ€"promises which, as the reader will agree. he could make with a clear conscience. Neilson, who was leader of the party, did not like the idea of wasting time, but admitted there was no avoiding a pro- longation of their halt. There is a deal of sterling humanity amongst even the very roughest bushmen, and the least tutored of their own black fellows would have been ashamed if they knew that their chiefs had abandoned a sick man to his fate. “ Now, sir, I think we understand each other,” he said. depositing the saddle pouch in winch he had hrought his supplies, and seating himself on the stool by the side of the bunk. ‘- You, trust me, fin‘d Itrusj: you." ‘ 'huugh :this rémafl‘i Kvéé 'hazarded is much in the tone of interrogation as of a statement, the sick man would not treat it as such. And rightit was. By degrees the man be- came more talkative; then communicative. His story was full of startling episodes. His history proved for the ten thousandth timeâ€" as it does every day in the coloniesâ€"that fact is stranger than fictlon. He had the makings of one whose footprints might have been left honored examples, on the sands of time but â€"â€"old oldâ€"story 1 his talents had been con- verted at the outset into the wrong channel. Not until Julian had enlisted his confidence, in exchange for honest and transparent sym- pathy, did the men open his heart. Towards afternoon. the hours having meanwhile passed with nimble heels, Julian said he would return to camp, obtain a. few necessaries from the ”medical comforts” of the pack-saddle, and relieve his friend from the alarm he would naturally feel at so prolonged an absence. He tried first to obtain 9. promise from the sick man to give him free entrance on his return. Though this promise was for a while peremptorily and even surlily refused, the desired assurance was at length gruffly given in the laconic utterance â€"â€" “ flight," which in the old fellow’s phllosophy seemed to be all that was typical of loyalty and trust. Julian, after mature deliberation. resolved to spend the night with the king of the cave. Returning, therefore, at dusk. he found the trap door open to welcome him ; he ascended, replaced the barrier, and entered Ltlga inner chamber. " Well." was the hesitating reply, “ I have had many names in my time, but I was pretty generally known as-But stop ; let me go back. I can see you are a gentleman. I know these colonies well : the gentleman sometimes is as big a blackguard as the rest,but you can always see he is a gentleman born. But that is neither here nor there. If ever you go back to England. and should find yourself in Fullerton churchyard, stroll across the graves to the last yew-tree ; there’s a headstone on the farther side of it. and this is what you’ll read on it: ‘Sacred to the memory of Bar- naby Shipton.’ Barnaby Shipton was my father.” “ Fallerton i" exclaimed the hermit. open- ing wide his eyes. “Why. I knew a village of that name ; I was born there. I have ”been taken with queer fainting fits for a month past, and in the hall done and half wakefuL new that kept me lving about while I was getting round, it was nething but Fallerton church, with the towers smothered with ivy, out of which I have taken many a sparrow‘s egg and young jackdaw, that 1 had before my eyes. Harper’s Mead, down there byBarker’s mill, and the hazel copse where we went nut- ting on Sunday afternoons, have risen up one after another like pictures, and the funny thing is, I was always in the picture a little chap in pinafore and leggings, just as I was when I went to school in the old thatched house near the churchyard. Fallerton 1 Ha 1 God help us i" The old man’s auditor had opened his eyes too on hearing this, for in the description he recognized the village from which his family derived its name. Fallerton of Fallerton you may hunt up for yourself in any good country history. The astonishment Julian felt, how- ever, he did not exhibit. He smiled encourag- ingly, for the old fellow had limied his face in his hands towards the conclusion of 1113 19- marks. “ Cheer up." he said; “ you are weak just now. It will be, to use your own word, ‘right’ presently. Now, then. you have my name, What is yours?” “ Ask any of the people in Fullerton who was the worst scapegmco everknown in those parts, and they‘ll say it was Farmer Shipton's son Luk’e. That’s me.” " And your Christian name ? inquired Ju‘ Han quickly. “ Oh. ' there’s worse so come, Mr. Fallerbon ' so don‘t be shocked yes,” proceeded the speaker! Imagimng that his hear-er was horri- fied at the mere mention of his juvenile delin- quencigs,“ ‘ But Julian, in the half-dozen turns he took in the chamber, had been taken captive by a host of thoughts that came in like nflood, and he scarcely noticed that Luke Skipton, as he now was confessed, had, exhausted, turned his face, as before, to the well. No system of shortâ€"hand writing has yet been discovered that can keep pace with the irresistible speed of human thoughts. There are times when soul and body are quivering with pulsa- tions, and we live a. long life in a few momâ€" ents of time. Something like this Julian was experiencing now. “ By the way,” observed Julian by-and'by. ”We have not been formally introduced to each other. True, we are here in something of Robinson Crusoe style, but we may as well, In withstanding. observe the formali- ties. My name is Fullerton~Juliau Fuller- ton. Here Julian rose from his stool, threw up his hands in amazement, and paced to and r0 along the smooth floor. If that undiscovered system of short-hand had been invented for Julian. this would have been its transcription: “This poor fellow, as he says. has ahistory, and by some strange fatility I can myself fill up the earlier chap- ters. Luke Shipton? It is a strange coin- cidence. I am almost led to think the finger of Providence is here. Let me think. Yet there is not much thinking required of this selfsame scapegrace, upon whom Ifelt Death has laid his stealthy gristly hand. Then this is Luke Shipton, the poacher. the prodigal the rustic Don Juan, the dare devil, the law: breaker. who was at last transported fonwhat many said was the very trivial offence of knock- ingdwwn a bare. And the villagers I remember. talked of him and all his faults with a, good dealof tenderness. It was always ‘Poor Luke. " Ay, the Fallerton Keeper woiild recount his exploits until Luke Shipton was somewhat of a heio in our boyish fancy. I have heard the women call to mindthe handsome figurerawny skin, and raven hair ; and the men I have heard them at harvest time, resting in the midday heat over their bread-and-cheese and cider flagons. remind each other of his pluck and good nature. At dinner, sometimes, people in our condition would sum him up as a. wild fellow. That was the Squire’s din- ing-room verdict, but out in the fields, or in the barn, or on the rude elm henenes under the chestnut tree by the EHere and Hounds,‘ they would always end their men- tion of him with ‘Poor Luke.’ And here is poor Luke thinking of the rural life whose peace be disturbed. Yet hold 1 It occurs to me that one of the justices who assisted in the committal of Lime Shipton was Fallerton of Fallerton, Esquire. It was certainly so. I have heard my father defend the committal, which afterwards weighed heavily on the magisterial mind, by saying that Luke was transported, not so much for knocking down a hare and thrashing a keeper, as for a. long line of misdeeds. And here lies ‘Poor Luke 1‘ I wonder how far he deserves the pity which has been handed down with the tradition of his faults.” “ And what do you think was mylast name, young gentleman .9” asked the man from his berth. Julian shook his head. still in reverie. “ Well, it was Clawdevil.” “ Clawdevil ‘1” “ Right l Clawdevil the bushranger. You must be a stranger to Australia if you haven t lieaid of him; and heard a good deal more than is true, I’ ll be bound. ” The thing was settled in that way. and Master Julian proceeded to make himself at home in his own cool, comfortable fashion. It may now be seen how confidence begat sympathy, and sympathy confidence. and how both together unlocked the heart which had been sealed for many a long, stern year. ‘- I certainly don’-t remember hearing oi Clawdevil,”~ Raid Julian, “but I do remember a long description of the daring raids and escapes of a bushranger they called Claude Duvalfi’ ‘ “ Right,” was the ready answer. “That’s me. One of the papers christened me that way. and ‘Clawdevil,‘ ever and ever more." “ Don’t fear. Mr. Fallerton," he said, inter- preting the other’s thoughts; “bushmnger once in self-defence, bushrauger no longer. Clawdevil is only a. poor old hunter now, who has tried these ten years to keep out of sight A pause followed this admission. which was anothar surprise. and Julian became thoughtfu}. looking slowly mound at the fire- arms, tomahawk and knife. “ Right," at length burst from the man, as he got out of the bunk and straight- ened himself as he had done near the hollow tree. He gruuted and perfonned that favorite trickâ€"King Hezekiah is credited with a simi- lar movementâ€"0f turning his face to the wall. - “ Well, air, is it a. bargain ?" asked Julian. pausing for a reply, and repeating the query thrice before he obtained an answer. “ Then that is settled ; and here I am to 0031.1) ti}1.to-morrow,:’ 3mg thqreply. M Teefy “ These are also entered in what the chap- lain used to call the judgment book. But they have been struck out, and struck out by the Mercy that pardons a sorry sinner. Strike ’em out. for me here, if you please, Mr. Fallerton.” Coming across with the pocket book, Julian found the ex-bushmnger’s face glistening in the feeble lamplight. The big starting tears had lodged in the labyrinth of wrinkles like fresh-fallen min in thirsty watercourses. The tendency of Clawdevil to extreme fits of ex- haustion alarmed him sitting; by, pocket book in hand, watching the in- valid. He had already found out that the faintings, of which we have seen something, had been of growing recurrence, and that on the last occasion of Clswdevii’s descending for water he was warned by pro monitory symptoms into a determination to fill all his spare vessels while strength yet re- mained, so that, in case of a severely sudden attack, he might not be left to die of thirst. And it was at this time that Julian and Neil- son happened to appear upon the scene. By and by the old man woke from his doze, roused himself, and beckoned for the pocket- book. It was abattered old “RendyReckener,” full of curious entries, memoranda under- standable by the writer only; receipts and names. tallies of native cats, bears, possums and birds. Sometimes in the earher and dirtier pages there would be a cross; twice there was a double cross. Julian observed the trembling fingers as they clutched lea. after leaf, yellow with age. The sick man paused and pointed with his forefinger to one of the pages bearing a. cross. He shook his head. saying: “ Every cross,” Gluwdevil explained. “re- presents somebody robbed ; every double cross, and there are three of them, represents somebody killed. I don’t say murdered, mind youâ€"killed. But that was long since.” From one of the pockets of the back he took nut a treasured bit of tissue paper. It contained a. lock ofheamiful hair, a tiny crisp curl that clung round his finger when he re- leased it from the packet. “ So, then, it’s coming at last. Yet the cave has been a happy sort of a home. Young Fallerton is the only human being but my- self who has ever stepped into it. Seems to me that Imust have been kept on purpose that I might see some one from the old home before I died. Fallerton’s son. too 2 While he was gone this morning I was back in the village. near the old yew tree again, and heard the passing knell, just as I heard it on that cloudy, Windy day, when they laid herâ€" Well, well! God is good. Right.“ Whereupon Julian drew a. pencil hue through a. dozen crosses and more. " That. was my little girl‘s hair, sir ; and that little girl does not know that I am her father. or that her father, but for the accident of your presence. would have died like a rat in a hole.” he said. “ Is she alive," asked Julian. " God only knows. I lost sight of her some years ago.” And then, pausing from time to time to al- low memory its perfect work, and to husband his waning strength, he went through the history of his marriage ; the crime he had committed while his first babe was still in arms, and the sequel to it all. He had mar- ried the daughter of a small farmer, who. of a piece with the startling concidences which had already marked these cavern secrets, turned out to be one of the Fullerton tenants He had married her rather from necessity than from love â€"so much was he willing to do to save her from disgrace. When he was sent across the seas the young woman found living in the village intolerable, and set out with her little one to the other end of the world, that she might be near her convict husband. Her story. her good looks, and her pretty child gained her the friendship of a few humane ladies ; but the woman was by nature a light~o‘-love, and before long desert- ed her child and ran off with the captain of a merchant brig. The news. being bad, travel- ed comparatively fast into the Convict Estab- lishment, and was duly told to b‘hipton, who. until then. had fully regulated h1s conduct in hopes of that partial liberty which well-be- haved convicts might obtain. It was the last drop in the cup of Luke‘s despair. He became sullen, refractory, desperate; and going from bad to worse, joined two other convicts in a murderous attack upon the warders; ran the gauntlet of sentries, dogs, carbines and mounted troopers and through incredible privations. which he of the trio alone survived, gained the mountains. Here his daring exploits won him the name of the French highwayman of penny fiction, and here he held out, in soli- tary defiance, until news reached the authori- ties one (lay that Olawdevil was at last dead and buried in the bush. The rumor was ac- cepted. and from that period the bushranger was merely a wild figure in the local annals of a crimestained past. “And the child ? ” Julian inquired. “The child, sir, fell into good hands, but like her mother before her, she one day vanished, and left the lady and gentleman who had adopted her. The blood was bad. That was where it was. Four times I risked detection by going to Sydney to see her. I used to hang about the house to catch a glimpse of the less, and then. though my heart burst to speak even one word, and get one smile to bring with me to the mountains, I never ventured to speak to her. It was the only way I could make amends to her for being her father.” Such cold comfort as J ulian could' think of was spoken; but it was clear, a»: morning advanced, that old Clawdevil’s hours were numbered. Infallihle token of the end, his finger plucked at the ’possum coverlid while he slumbered. Julian resolved. under these oircumstmloee, to, fetch Neilson and set the cavern in order accordingly. The cave was fairly provisioned like a. ship;the convict, who had been employed about the boats and schoonere in the harbor, having acquired a sailor’s teatea. Weak brandy and water was placed by the bunkside; the lamp was re trimmed. The old man woke suddenly. and Julian informed him that he proposed to return to camp, but. not to remain long. “Right." said Glnwdevil cheerily. “Gen I do anything for you before I go ‘2” asked Julian. No. He wanted nothing; was very gratm ful Yes; perhaps Mr. Fullerton would find him a book in the locker. To which reoop- tacle Julian applied himself. There was an old parchment-covered hook on farriery, with “ Know it 1 Yes, I know it, Mr. Fallerton, well. But I’ve been at death’s door twenty times lately. ayâ€"â€"and three parts over the sill. But It’s all up now. All up ! That says everything. The game is played out.” Julian soon notlced that the old man was getting restless. and somewhat obhvious of his presence. He had asked for a, pocket-book from a locker to which he motioned, and while Julian was rummaging for it, he began to talk to himself. ” No, no. Have courage. While there‘s life therg}; hope. Sign kng thq saying; h “ Aj, sir, you may bring me round, but it’ll be when 'you bear me through that passage to bury me in the sand of the lower cave.” “ 0h. cheer up, Skipton,” Julian said. “ We will bring you round before you know whero yog are.” and out of the light. Rather, I was a poor old hunte1, but I’ll hunt no mom, except there really are those happy hunting- glounds the red Indians believe in.’ WHOLE N0. 1,118.â€"NO. 34. It was a. dreadful wet night. pouring cats and dogs, and all the best shops were shut up ; so I told. the coachmau to stop at the first; glove-shop he come to. We came to a. hulhat a miserable-looking fourth-rate shop, where they sold cheap braces and mouldy m-ckties, fly-blowu shirts, and the mostalarm- ing brass studs fixed into card-board. â€"Theebaw, King of Mandalay. is so much occupied iust now with the electric light that he has forgotten all about war with England A Burmese official has brought the new ligh t to the notice of the monarch, hinting, also, that. it is an invention of his own. For mi 3 important discovery he has been raised sev- eral degrees in rank. and at present the Court of Mandalay can think of nothing else. (Mr. J. L. Toole in The Stage Door.) I was playing Mr. Spicer Rumford in “ Artful Cards," and you know in the second act he goes to an evening party, and he has bought a pair of whxte kid glovesâ€"regular party-going gloves, warranted not to split. at one-zmd-six. But they do split, and here is the fun of the introduction of those comi- cal articles called hand-shoes by the matter- of-fact Germans. The gloves were necessary for the fun of the play ; they must be split, or there is no fun ; and I usually keep a dozen pairs ready in case of emergency, as I have to split them before going upon the stage. The proprietor of this dingy emporiumwas just about to close, and seemed half-aaleep. I could see at once he was a surly. ill- conditioned, fellow, and I don’t think I improved his temperby making my request very earneatly and in a 10W tone, accom- panied bya gibberish which he could not understand. “ Poor solitary pilgrim l” murmured Julian, awed in the terrible silence ; " may it indeed be in his own favorite words, ‘ Right l ‘ ” The two young men wrapped the body in lthe possum skin rug, lowered it through the aperture, and buried it in a shallow grave scooped in the soft sand at the head of the water-spring. They pulled the close-fitting stone down into its place in the roof, and re- turned silently to camp.â€"-Belgmvia. When acting in a celebrated provincial town, where they are extremely critical and partlcular down to the smallest detail, my dresser told me that I had no gloves ; I had used them all. “ You must there receive the comfort of all your toil. and have joy for all your sorrow ; you must. reap what you have sown even the fruit of all your prayers and tears and sufferings. I heard him muttering to himself, “What does he mean ? the man’s a fool.” When suddenly. as he was bouncing about and los- ing his temper, I said, as distinctly as pos- sible, “ Have you got any white kid gloves ? I don’t uudeistand your provincial dia- Iect ” He gropcd about until at last, when he was red with the exertion, he found a forgotten box of the White kids. They were uncommon- ly dusty, and had evidently been the original stock of his grandfather’s shop. I picked out a, pair and he went through the stupid old formula. of doubling them across my knuckles. “ I think these will do,” he said. “ Oh !,will they .9 then give me a pair of scissors.” I saw alarge pair of scissors on the coun- ter, and. seimng them, cut away at two or three pairs as eagerly as a child cutting up paper. The more I cut, the more puzzled and distressed he looked. “There, that will do,” said I, throwing, down the money and pocketing the gloves. “ Will you have any paper? Oh ! dear !” he roared, as if the scissors had been ripping him 0pm), and he was recovering from the shock. “ No, indeed, not I. Belinda shall be re- venged l” I groaned between my teeth. “Thus will I destroy my hated rigal.” He backed away from me as I waved the scissors in the air, and I could see by his ter- rified face that he thought I was stark staring mad. As I was leaving the shop I looked out and said : " It’s a. lovely morning. isn’t {t f)” It was 7 o‘clock in the evening, and raining in tor- rents. With a. hideous grimace I left the shop and jumped into the carriage. In five minutes I was at the theatre, trying to amuse the audi- ence with the perplezities of Mr. Spicer Rum- ford, while the puzzled shopman was brood- ing in the little back parlor over this strange adventure with his “Mysterious Customer.” It was as wellto turn the tables at once, and put him in the wrong. “ They are untied ; you don’t want any scissors." “ Yes, I do.” I then deliberately cut the gloves 1n five or six places.'1‘he man positively shuddered and said, “Oh, don‘t!" It seemed to hurt him, although 111a gloves were mine. The more he shuddered the more T. cut away. "But I could have got you a larger pair without that,” he whined, as if he were in dreadful pain. ” They are quite large enough, my dear, sir,” I replied, hackin’g away; “but I like plenty at ventilationfi’ IIe shuddered again. “ Give me another pair ‘2” I said, fiercely,as if I was shirsting for destruction. “Don’t talk nonsense, sir.” he replied angrily, but evidently very frighted and as- tonished. “ When you come them, you shall have white robes given you, and vnur walk and. talk shall be every day with the King. even all the days of eternity. There you shall not see again such things as you saw when you were in the lower regions upon the earth, to wit, sorrow, sickness. and death ; for the former things are passed away. “ Will you hive a. larger size? Do,” he murmured. “Don’t hurt them,” he added, with real patlms. “rho-Ea also you shall be clothed with glory and majesty, and put into an equipage fit to ride outwith the King of Glory.” “ No,” i said, melordamatically, “Give me some larger scissors 2” Neilson was looking for a. missing horse when Julian arrived in camp, but man and horse returned presently, and without loss of time the comrades went in company to the cave. The circular door in the roof was as Julian left it. All remained as it was. All ? Not quite. A visitor who is seldom welcome, who is not always announced. and whose footfall is never heard, had come and gone. Clawdevil was dead ! He lay as if in tranquil slumber, and with a smile upon his features that must have fixed them at the moment when he caughta first glimpse through the gates of Par- adise. A book was open on his breast; his heart. strings must have been gripped by the fingers of the icy visitor while he was in the act of conveying to his mouth the liquid placed within his reach. A tarnished silver spoon had fallen upon the open page ; the muscular hands were outstretched. Julian reverently took up the book, and read upon the open page these words: “ Right,“ responded the otherâ€"“ Right ;” turning with an air of satisfaction to the wall. I was a roaring lion. Well, sit, the devil did flare up in me for a few minutes; but the lion has long been a lamb. I’m quite ready when the time comes. Right." “ Then good bye for a few hours,” said Ju- lian as they shook hands. the record “ barnaby shipton Of fallerton his Book,” on the flyleat'. The sick man did not want this. What he really wanted was an equally ancientand well-thumbed copy of J ohu Bunyan’s immmtal allegory. He took it and stroked it caressingly. “ This is the book,” be said with a smile of peace, “ which brought me to my senses. If anybody at Fullerton cares to know it, tell them so. I due say at first, in my anger at finding, my dungeon discovered. you thought TIIE EJIYSTERIO US UUSTONIER. Au Actor’s {Vlad-Cap Adventure.