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By 1'] rs. Mary J. Holmes, author 01"Tempest and Sunshine.” “ Ethelyn‘s Mistake," “ Forrest House,” etc. “I swear it, fatherâ€"swear solemnly that I will burn all letters which may come to you without reading them,” Reinette said, [right- ened at the strange look in 1115 face, and. his evident eagerness for hgr reply. “God Hess you, darliég»! Keep your promise to your dying father, and never try to findâ€"â€"" He did not say what or whom, but lay per- fectly quiet, while overhead on deck the tramping of feet was more hurried and noisy, and the shin gave a little lurch as if hitting against something which resisted its force and set it to rocking again The motion threw Reinette backward, and when she gathered herself up and turned toward the white face upon the pillow, she uttered a wild cry in French: “Oh, Pierre, Pierre, come quickly, father is dead !" and tottering toward the door ehe fell heavily against the tall custom-house oflicer just entering the state-room. He had come on beard todo his duty ; had seen the bustling little Frenchman speak hurriedly to the girl on deck ; had seen her dart away, and fancied she cast a frightened look at him. When others came to declare the contents of their trunks she had not been with them. “Secreting her goods and chattels. no doubt," he thought, and made his way to the state-room, where he stood appalled in the awful presence of death. Reinette might have had the wealth of all Paris in her trunks and carried it safely off, for her trunks were not molested, and both passengers, ship’s crew, and olficers vied with each other in their care for and attention to this young girl, whose father lay dead in his berth. and who was all alone ina strange and foreign country. Under standing but little of the language, and ter- rified half out of his wits at the sight of death, Pierre was almost worse than use- less, and could do nothing but crouch at his mistress‘ feet. and holding her hands in his gaze into her face in dumb despair, as it ask- ing what they-were to go next. ”seem at all like the airy, merry- ”hearted ‘faugbing girl she had been on shipboard, but “re a woman with a. woman’s will and a. woman’ s eapa’oity to act. That she could go to Merrivale alone she was perfectly sure. and she convinced the captain of it, and then with a voice which shook a little, she “Children, both of them. We must take it in hand ourselves.” the captain said to his male. and he did take it in hand. and saw that Reinette was made comfortable at the Astor, and that the body was made ready for burial. VWhen asked if she had friends or relatives expegting her: Beipette regligd : " No, no friends or relatives anywhere. Pap a was all I bad. There’ a only Pierre now, and Mr. Baresfcrd papa' 5 agent. I am to trust him with everything.” Later. when aométhiné was said to her of telegraphing to Mr. Beresford to come for her, she npswered, prqmptly : ” No. that would make unnecessary trouble, and father said I was not to ('0 that. Plerre and I can go alone. I have travelled a great deal. and when papa was sick in Germany and Pierre could not understand, I have talked to the guards and the porters. I know what to do.” And on the pale,tear stained face there was a. resolute, self-reliant look, which was in part born of thh terrible shock, and partly the habit of Reinette’s life. And shve éhowe‘) him Appletons’ Railway Guide, to which she had fled gas _to a frie_nd_. Since leaving the ship she had not shed a tear in the presence of any one. but the en- gnish in her dry bright eyes, and the drawn. set look about her ashen lips told how hard it was for her to force back the wild cry which was constantly forcing itself to her lips until her throat felt like bursting with its lumps of pain. Her father. to whom in life her slight- est wish had been a law had and to her in death. " Don’t trouble people, nor cry if you n help it. Be a. Woman ;” and now his was a. law to her. which she would obey “ To-morrow morning Iwill telegraph," she added. “ You see us to the right train, and I can do the rest. I can find the way. I have been studying it up."_ “Mr. Beresford will meet me, of course, at the station, and some others, perhaps. I don‘n quite know the ways of this country. Will they bury him at once, do you think, or take him somewhere first 7” The captain understood her meaning and replied by asking if she had friendsâ€"relatives â€"in Merrivale. "1,31'1E'376171 have a house-a." homeâ€"to which you_are gping ?” . .. .. u “Yes, the home where father lived when a boy, and which he was so anxious to see once more,” Reinette said, and the captain repljgd: .. .. .. u. . . , .1 JNone.” she said. “Nobody but Mr. Berea- ford! father‘g friend. and lawygr.” "They won't ; they shan’t." interrupted Reinette, her eyes bluing with determination “I won’t have a. grand funeral. with all the peasantry and their eartsjoining in it. Neither will I have him carried to the old home. I could not bear to see him there dead where he wished so much to be alive. I should hate the place always. and see him white. and dead. and cold everywhere. He is my own darling father to do with as I like. Pierre says I am my own mistress. and I shall telegraph Mr. Beresford to-morrew that father must. be buried from the station, andJ shall make him do it.” T'fiflilrally, then. they will take your father therefor a. day or two, and than give him a grand funeral, withâ€"â€"” She was very decided and imperious, and the captain let her have her way, and sent ofi‘ for her next morning the long telegraph which he had written, regardless of expense, and. which so startled the people in Merrlvale, and changed their plans so summarily. Mr. Beresford, to whom the telegram was addressed, naturally read it first, feeling as if the ground was movmg from under hm feet, and leaving a chasm he did not know how to spax_1_._ .. m. n. .1 u 1 , u , WW1 ,,,, "What is it '1" Phil asked, as he saw how white Mr. Beresforcl grew, and how the hand which held the telegram ghookL "Read for yourse‘f,” Mr. Beresford said. passing the paper to Phil, to whose eyes the hob nears sprang quickly. and whose heart went out to the desolate young girl, alone in : strange land, with her dead father beside or. "If I had known it last night I would have gone to her,” he said, “but it’s too late now for that. All we can do is to make it as easy for her as possible. Beresford. you see to the grave in the Hetherton lot,and that the hearse is at the station to meet the body, and I’ll notify them at the house to go on with the big dinner they are getting up. and I’ll tell grand- mother that her flounced muslin and pink ribbons will not be needed to day.” Shocked and horrified as he was, Phil could not refrain from a little pleasantry at” the expense of the dress and cap which‘ grandma Ferguson was intending to wear “to the doin’s,” as she termed it. That she should accompany her son-in-law and grand- daughter home to dinner she did not for a moment doubt, and her dress and cap and “lammy” shawl were ready. while in the kitchen her factotum, Axis. was washing and ironing her best lace collar. which, because it was “real Brnssle pint,” as she said, she had worn until Axie declared it “yaller as sarfon and nastier than the rot.” Grandma de- ferred a good deal to Axie’s opinions, because she had once lived wixh Mrs. Gov. . in Worcester, and knew “what was what ;" so she allowed her to wash the lace on condition that it be rinsed in coffee, as "all the genuine stuff was yaller." she said, and looked as if “washed in a mudâ€"puddle and dried on the gridiron.” QUEENIE HETHERTON. REINETTE LBBIVES. CHAPTER VIII. It was in the midst of these preparations that Phil came with the news, which so shocked his grandmother that for a, moment she did not speak. and when at last she found her voice her first remark was wholly char- acteristic and like her. ”Fred Hetherton dead! Sarves him right, the stuck up cutter! But I am sorry for the girl, and we‘ll give him a his funeral jest on her account.” But Pail explained that this was contrary to Reinette’e wishes; her father was to be buried from the station. as Reinette would not have the body taken to Hetherton Place. “ ’Fraid of sperrits, most likely,” said Mrs. Ferguson, thinking to herself that now she could spend a, great deal of time with her granddaughter who would be lonely in her great house. Then, as her eye fell upon her muslin dress and lace cap, her thoughts took anotherchan- nel. Out of respect to Reinette, who would of course be clad in the deepest mourning she could find in New York. she and her daughter- inâ€"law, Mrs. Thom, and Anna, must at least wear black when they first met her. “Not that she cared for Fred Hetherton," she said. “who had thought no more of her than he did of a squaw. But Margaret’s girl was differ- ent,” and in spite of Phil’s protest against the absurdity of the thing, the old lady hustled off in the hot sun to consult with Mrs.Lydia. ,The news of Mr. Hetherton’s death had pre- {ceded her, and so she had only to plunge into business at once, and insist that a bombazine which she had never worn since she left off her widow‘s weeds, and which was now much too small for her, should be let out and made longer, and fixed generally, and she talked so fast and so decidedly that Mrs. Thom, who had never had any posi- tive opinions of her own, and who liked to please her mother-in-law because of the money she was supposed to hold in store for Anna, was compelled to take her apprentice from a piece of work promised for the next day, and put her upon the bombazine which grandma had brought with her. Against mourning for herself, however, Miss Anna stoughtly rebelled. She had tried the effect of the Swiss muslin, the lovely lace scarf, the blush rose and white parasol, and was not to be persuaded to abandon it, she said, for “forty dead Hethertons, who, if living, would turn their noses up at her.” So the young lady was snfiered to do as she liked, but the entire village was ransacked after shawls, and veils,and bonnets,for the two Mrs. Fergusons, who were to go up in the R0 siter carriage and appear as sorry and miserable as the deepest black could make them. Mr. Tom. Ferguson, of whom scarcely any thing has been said, and who was a plain, quiet, second- class grocer, and as obstinate in some mat- ters as a mule. refused tohave anything to do with the afiair. “Fred Henherton had never spoken to or looked at him when a. boy, and he shouldn’t go after him now,” he said. “ He should stay at home and mind hisown business, and let Phil and the women folks run the funâ€" aral." This resolution Anna in her secret heart thought a very sensible one. If possible she was more ashamed of her father than of the sign in her mother’s window. “He was so codgery and odd, and never tried to look any how,” she thought, and she would far rather that handsome, stylish Phil should ride with her than her old-fashioned father. whom Rein- ette was sure to take for a peasant. But when the carriage came round for the mourning party Phil was not in it; nor did the coach man know where his young master was; his orders were to drive the ladies to the station. and that was all he knew. and Anna, always suspicious, felt like striking him because of the insolent look in his face when she bade him dismount from his box and open the car- riage door for thorn. " He would not dare treat her Aunt Rossi- ter and cousins like that ; neither would Phil have left them to go up alone..” she thought, as she took her seat poutingly, wondering where Phil was, and if he would keep aloof from them at the station. just to Show Rein- ette that he recognized the difieuence between And wfile she thought thus jealously of Phil, he, with the perspiration standing in great drops upon his face, and with his wife pulled up from his white wrists, was work- ing like a beaver in the “Betherton lot,” which Mr. Beresford on his return from selectâ€" ing the site for the grave, had reported "a perfect swamp of briers and weeds,” It would never answer Phil said, to let Reinette tear her dress on briers. and get her feet en~ tangled in ”96:15. Something must be done, although there was but little time in which to do it, and he began to hunt about for some men to help him ; but no one was to be found, while even the sexton was busy with the grave of a. town pauper who was to be buried that afternoon. Phil was very tired. for he had been busy since the arrival of Remette’s telegramâ€"at his grandmother’s. his Aunt Lydia’s, his own home, and at Hetherton P1ace,where he filled the room with flowers brought from the Knoll gardens and conservatory, and with the bean tiful pond lilies which he went himself upon the river to procure. The most of these he arranged in Reinette’e chamber, for there was a great pity in Phil’s heart for the young girl whose home-coming would be so sad. Of himselfpr how he would impress Reinette, he never but once thought, and that when, chancing to pass the mirror, caught sight of his hat, which was rather the worse for wear. “I certainly must honor my cousin with a. new hat, for this is unpsrdonably shabby,” he thought, and remembering his bet with Arthur Beresiord, and how sure he was to win, he went into a hatter’s on his return to town, and selecting a soft, stylish felt, which was very becoming. and added to his jaunty appearance. he had it charged to his friend, and then went in quest of some laborer to take with him to the graveyard. But there was none to be found, and so he set off alone. with hoe, and rake, and sickle, and waged so vigorous a warfare upon the weeds, and grass, and briers, that the lot, though far from being presentable, was soon greatly changed in its appearance. But Phil had miscalculated the time, and while prun- ing the willows which drooped over Mrs. Hethernon’s grave. he suddenly heard in the distance the whistle of the train not over a mile away. To drop his knife, don his coat, and wipe the blood from a bramble scratch on his hand, was the work of an instant, and then Phil went flying across the fields the shortest way to the station, racing with the locomo- tive speeding so swiftly across the meadows by the river side until it reached the station, where a crowd of people was collected, and where grandma. and Mrs. Lydia waited in their black and Anna in her white, while Mr. Beresford, who had come up in his own carriage, stood apart from them, nervous and expectant, and won- dering where Phil could beâ€"poor Phil ! tumbling over stone walls, bounding over fences, and leaping over bogs in his great haste to be there, and only stopping to breathe when he rolled suddenly down a bank and was obliged to pick himself and his hat up, and wipe the dirt from his pants and rub his grazed ankle. Then he went on, but the train had deposited its freight, living and dead, and shot away under the bridge, leav- ing upon the platform a young girl with a. white, scared face. and great, bright, black eyes. which flashed upon the staring crowd glances of wonder and inquire It was an exquisitely molded little figure, with grace in every movement ; but the crape which Grandma Ferguson had expected to see upon it was not there. Indeed, it had never occurred to Remette that mourning was needed to tell of the bitter pain at her heart; and so she wore the same gray camel’s hair which had done duty on ship- board. and which, though very plain, fitted her so admirably, and was so unmistakably stylish and Parisian. that Anna began to think at once how she would copy it. Rein- ette’s sailor hat was the color of her dress, and twisted around it and then tied under her chin was a long blue veil, while her gloves were of embroidered Lisle thread, and came far up under the deep white cuff, which was worn outside her @1086 fitting sleeve. “She isn‘t in black ; you might have saved yourself all that bother,” Anna. said. under her breath, while her grandmother was think- ing the same thing, and sighing regretfully for the cool, sprigged muslin lying at home. while she was sweating in every pore in her heavy bombazine. All this Anna noted at a. singie glance, as she did the dainty little boot, which the short dress made so visible. But she meant well, and secure in this con- sciousness. she pressed forward to claim and embrace her grandchild, just as Mr. Beresford stepped up to the young lady. The crowd of people had confused and be- wildered Reinette, and, for an instant, she had thought of nothing but the box which was being lifted from the car, and which Pierre, half crazed himself, was superintend- ing, while he jabbered first his unintelligible French, and then his scarcelymore intelligible English. But when the box was carefully put down and the train had started, she threw rapid glances round her in quest of the only one in whom she felt she had any claim, Mr. Beresford, her father’s friend and agent. He stooda little apart from the others, eyeing her curiously, and deciding at first. that though very stylish, she certainly was not handsome. But when, in theirrapid sweep. the dark eyes fell upon him and seemed to rest there inquiringly for 1min- stunt, he began to change his mind; and as the Ferguson party were evi- dently waiting for him to make the first advance, and Phil was not there, he walked up to her, and offering her his hand, said, in his well- bred, gentlemanly “Miss Hetherton, I believe ‘3” In Reinette’s mind Mr. Beresford had al- ways stood as a gray-haired, middle-aged man, as old or older than her father, and she had no idea that this young, good-looking stranger, with the handsome teeth and pleas- ant smile and voice, was he ; so she withheld her hand £10m his offered one, and stepping back a little said, in perfect inglish, but with a very pretty foreign accent: “ I'am looking for Mr Beresford. Please do you know himâ€"â€"is he here ?” It was such a sweet musical voice, and had in it something so timid and appealing that Mr. Beresford felt his pulses quicken as they had never done before at the sound of any woman’s voice. “I am Mr. Beresford," he replied, and the lightning glance which the bright eyes flashed into his face almost blinded him, for Rein- ette’s eyes were wonderful for their brillianey and continually varying expression, and few men ever stood unmoved before them. “Mr. Arthur Beresford? Are you Mr. Arthur, fmher’s friend?” she asked, and he 1-epljgd:_ “Yes, Mr. Arthur, your father’sfriend,”a.nd again his hand_ was exteqded toward her. Reinette had kept up her composure ever since the moment when she knew her father was dead, and only by her self had she shed the tears which were constantly wellng up to her eyes, and were as constantly forced back. She had even tried to seem cheerful on the train and had talked of the places they were passing to some people Who had been on the Russia. with her. and were on their way to their home in Boston. And this she had done because she felt that she must, that she had only herself to rely upon, but at sight of Mr. Beresford, her father’s friend, the man Whom she was to trust, to go to with every» thing, her forced calmness gave way. and she broke down. entirely. Taking both his hands in hers. she bent her face over them and Bob- bed like a. little child. It was a very novel position in which the grave old bachelor Beresford found himselfâ€" a. girl crying on his hands, with all those peo- ple looking on; and still he rather llked it, for there was something very touching in the way those fingers clung to his, and in his confusion he was not quite sure that he did notâ€"press them a little, but before he could think what to say or o Grandma. Ferguson’s crepe and two hundret pounds stood close to him, and as R inette lifted . her head a pair of arms Was thrown 'ifOEnd her neck. and voice which her pa- trioian ears detected at! once as untrained and uneducated, exclaimefl : “ My dear Bennetfil am so glad to see my daughyer‘s girl.” With a motion as swift and graceful as the motions of a kitten,‘Reinette freed herself from the smothering embrace, and the eyes, in which the tears were still shining, blazed with astonishment and indignation at the liberty taken bv this strange woman, whose tout ensemble she took in at a glance. and who said again. “My dear child, I am sorry for you.” “Madam, I don’t undefstand you.” Rein- ette replied drawing nearer to Mr. Beresford, and holding faster to his his hand, as if for protection and safety. Neither did grandma understand, but Mr. Beresford did, and knew that the existence of the Fergusons was wholly unknown to Reinette, who, as if to breathe more freely, untied the blue veil, and taking it from her neck and hat, stood like a haunted creature at bay ; while Mrs. Ferguson, nothing abashed, and simply thinking that the girl might be a. little deaf, raised her voice and said : “ I am your grandmarm â€"your mother’s mother; and this,” turn- ng to her daughter-in-law, “is your A’nt Lyddy Annâ€"your Uncle Tom’s Wife; and this one,” nodding to Anna, who under- stood the state of things better than her grandmother, and was hot with resentment and anger, “ this is your cousin Anny.” Releasing her hand from Mr. Beresford’s, Reinette, with dexterous rapidity, wrenched off her gloves, as if they, like the veil, were burdensome; and Anna, who hated her own long, slim fingers, with the needle-pricke upon them, saw, with a pang ofenvy. how soft, and small. and white were her cousin’s hands, with the dimples at the joints, and the costly jewels shining on them. Lydia Ann, who felt quite overawed in the presence of this foreign girl, did not speak, but courtesied straight up and down; while Anna, always politic and. calculating the fu- ture, put on a show of cordiality, and, offer ing her band, made a most profound bow, as she said: “ I am glad, Gousin Reinette. to make your acquaintance, and you are very welcome to America." Phil had come at last, and stood looking over his grandmother‘s shoulder at the new arrival. His face was very red with his re- cent exercise, and the least bit soiled by the hands which had come in contact with fences and walls and bogs. and then wiped the per- spiration from it so that he was not quite as jaunty and handsome as usual. At a glance he had seen how matters stood. Miss Reinette did not take kindly to her new relatives, if indeed she believed they were her relatives at all. Miss Reinette was neither an Amazon nor a blonde ; she was petite and a brunette. He had lost his bet ; the new hat he wore so airily was not his, but Mr. Beresford's, and quick as thought he snatched it from his head and exchanged with his friend, just as he was presented to Reinette as “ another cousin.” “ Thanks,” murmured Reinette, in her soft. foreign accent, Just as Grandma Ferguson spoke again : ‘ L“ Ana thls ’ere is another cousin, Phil Rossiterâ€"yout A’nt Mary’s boy.” Instantly the large,bright black eyes darted towards him a perplexed, wondering look, but aside from that there was no response to the lifting of Phil’s old hat. Another cousin was the straw too many, and Reinette fairly gasped as she involuntarily said to herself in French. “ I believe I shall die ;” then, taking the sailor hat from her head, she fanned herself furiously, While the look of a. hunted, worried creature deepened on her dark flushed face and shone in her flashing eyes. Just then Pierre came to the rescue, and said something to her in his own language, whereupon she turned swiftly to Mr. Berea- ford and said : “You received my telegram? You will bury him straight from here ?” "Yes,” he anuwered. “and I believe every- thing is ready. Shall Itake you to your ear- riage ?” “Yes, yes! Oh, do !” she replied, and placing her hat on her head again, she took his arm, and Anna always insisted that she held her skirts back as with the air of a. grand duchess; she walked past them to the car- riage. the door of which the coachman held open with as much respect as if she had been a queen. Reinette must have guessed the intention of her new relatives to ride with her, for she said_,_rapidly and low, bio Mr. Beresfogdi “You‘go_with me, 6 course, and Pierre ; that is proper; he loved father ; he is nearer to me now than apyjng i_n the widq wprld.” “Why, yes; only Ithink your relativesâ€" your grandmother will naturally expect to ac- company you,” Mr. Beresford answered, and Reinette said, quickly: “My relativzas! iny grandmother! Mr. Beresford,he said Iwas to ask you every- thing. Are they my grandmother. Tell me true.” Mr. Bereeford could not repress a smile at the way she put the question. in her vehem- ence, but he answered her very low and cau~ tiously, as the Ferguson party were close be- hind : . "I think they are.” Then, as a sudden idea flashed upon him, he continued : “Was your father twice married ?” “No, never, never!" ”Tell me, then, please, your mother’s name ‘2” “Margaret Ferguson. and she died in Rome, when I was born.” He had her in the carriage by this time, and her eyes were looking straight into his as he liegan : He did not go on, for something in the black eyes stopped him suddenly, and warned him that if these people were indeed her grandmother‘s she would sufier no insinu- ations against them. She was like Phil in that respect; what was hers she would do. fend and. when Mrs. Ferguson’s red face ap- peared at the door, Reinette moved to the other side of the seat, and said: . “Here, grandmother, sit by me please.” She had acknowledged her by name, at least, and Reinette felt better, and onlyclenched her hands hard as Lydia Ann and Anna disposed of themselves on the soft cushions opposite, the young lady stepping in and tearing her long lace scarf, and uttering the exclamation : “My gracious, how swkward l” “You didn’t otter wear it. Such jimerscks ain’t for funerals. Rennet hain’t got on none." grandma said, while Anna frowned insolently; and Reinette looked on and shivered, and held her hands tighter together, and thought how dreadful it all was, and how could it be that these people belonged to her, who at heart was the veriest aristocrat ever born. “Ifwyour mother was Margaret Ferguson, and lived in Home. I am afraidâ€"” Phil did not come near them, but kept close to Mr. Beresford’s cairiage and to Pierre, to whom he spoke in French, thereby so delighting the old man that he began to jabber so rapidly and gestioulate so vehem- ently that Phil lost the thread entirely, and shook his head in token that he did not understand. Without exactly knowing why Phil felt uncomfortable and ashamed, and the Ferguson blood had never seemed so dis- tasteful to him as now. Reinette had seen them first», and so ignored him, and he did not like it at all. Had there been no step- grandmother, nor aunt, nor Cousin Anna, he could have come up by himself, he thought, his father’s handsome carriage, with the 111311- stepping bays, and the coachman, who with out the aid of livery, looked so respectable and dignified upon the box, and it would have been so difierent. But now he felt snubbed, and overlooked, and shabby, and there Was a soiled spot on the knee of his pants, and his hands were out with briers and dirty, too. and there was nothing airy or exquisite about him as he entered Mr. Beresiord’s barouche with that gentleman and Pierre, and followed the other carnage where Reinette sat silent and motionless, withherblue veil tied closely over her face, as if to hide it from the eyes opposite scanning her so curiously. Never once did she look from the carriage window or evince the slightest interest in any thing around her, and when, as they reached the village and turned into the main street Mrs. Ferguson motioned with her hand to the rightLand said : “There, Rennetâ€"Way down there under them maple trees is the house where I live, and where your mother was born." she never turned her head, not gave a sign that she heard; only the hands locked more tightly together, worked a lxttle more nervously, and there was an involuntary shrug of her shoulders, which Anna. resented hotly. At last, as the silence became unbearable to Grandma, who liked nothing better that talk- ing, she said to Reinette : " I s’pose you don’t remember your mother.” Reinette shook her head, and grandma con- tinued : “ I don’t know.” “ Don’t know how old you was when your mother died? That’s ouria. Didn’t your father never tell you ?” “ No, madam." “ Well, now. Don’t you think that’s singu- lar?" and grandma. looked at her daughter- in-law andAnna, the latter of whom seized the opportunity to let our her venom, and said : “ Not singular at all, and if I’s you. grand- ma, I wouldn’t bother Reinette with trouble- some questions, for I’ve no idea. that she had ever heard of us till today, let alone her knowing how old she was when her mother died.” The sob was now a wailing, heart- broken cry, and the little hands were upraised and beat the air in a. paroxysm of nervous pain for an instant, then dropped helplessly. and Reinette never moved again until they turned into the cemetery and stopped before the Hetherton lot. Then she started, and throw- ing back her vail, said, hurriedly : “ What is it? Are we there ‘2” Grandma Ferguson, who, since Reinette’s pitiful outburst, had been crying softly toher- self, wiped her eyes, and said: Anna spoke apitefully, and had the satis- faction of seeing the black eyes unclose and flashiat her_just pncg, whilfa‘grgnd‘mafeglied : “ Yea, darling, this is the place , this is the Hetherton lot. It has been left to run down this many a. year, but will look better by and by. Hadn‘t you better stay in the carriage? You can if you _wa.nt No,no,oh,no. I must be with father,” Rein- ette said, and opening the door herself, she sprang to the ground, and was first at the open grave, where she stood immovable dur- ing the short prayer and then they began to lower the body. Then she exclaimed : “ Never heard of us till to-day I Never heard she had a grandmother! Be you crazy, Anny? Do you s’pose Fred -do you s’pose her father never told her of her mother‘s folks? Bennet, do you hear that ? I hope you can contradict it.” “ Oh, please, pleaseâ€"don’t worry me now ; by and by I can talk with you, but nowâ€"oh, father, father, why did you die and leave me here alone." “Oh, are there no flowers for him ? Did no one bring a. flower, when he loved them so much?” and her eyes flashed rebukingly upon those who had brought no flowers for the dead man. Then she was quiet again until there was a creaking bound in the ropes and the coffin slipped a little when, with a cry of alarm, she sprang forward and bent over the grave as if to see that no harm was coming to her father. There was danger in her posion, and Phil went quickly to her side, and laying his hand on her shoulder, said to her very quietly : Thus appealed to Reinette roused herself‘ and in a, voice chpking w_izh»soba, said: “Please stand back. There is quicksand here, and theieaythmighf; crqmblet” She never looked at him. but she stepped backward a few paces and did not move again until the house was filled, ayd her fatherâ€" he who had so longed to "come home that he might begin anew and make amends in part for his past lifeâ€"was yidden over from How old. was you when she died?” sight with all the dark catalogue of sins un- confeseed save as he had whispered them in the ear of the Most High when death sat on his brow and counted his heart-beats. Meanwhile Phil. with his usual forethought, had interviewed his grandmother in an aside and suggested to her that as Reinette would undoubtedly prefer going alone with Mr. Beresford to her new home, the ladies should return to town in the carriage of the latter and call on his cousin the following day. Grandma, whose heart was set upon going to Hetherton Place, where she had not been since she had turned from its door by its en- raged master, would have demurred at this arrangement were it not that her heavy crape was weighing her down, and making her long for the coolness of her own house and her thin “sprigged muslin.” As it was, she made no objection, and when it was time to go, she went to Reinette and said : “Phil thinks you’d rather be alone the fust night here, and I guess he is right, so if you’ll excuse your A’nt Liddy, and me and Anny, we’ll come over to-morrow and see you, and have a long talk about your mother. Good-by, and Heaven bless you, chili.” While she was speaking Reinette looked steadily in her face, and something in its ex- pression attracted more than it repelled her. It‘was a good. kind, honest face. and had seen her mother, and Reinette’l lip quivered aefihe held out her hand and said: “Thank you, it will be better so; good-by.” There was another up and down courtesy from A’nt Lydia, another cold, stately bow from Miss Anna, whose turned-up hat, cream feather, and long lace scarf, Reinette noted a second time, and then the ladies walked to the Beresford carriage where Phil was waiting for them. “Well, we’ve seen the great sight. Pray, what do you think of her ?” Anna. asked him when they left the cemetery and turned into the highway. . . . . . 1 “I’ve not seen enough of her yet to have an opinion,” he said ; “not can she appear her- self. She is in great trouble, and all alone in a. strange country. We must make every al- lowance for her.” “Yes, of course; I knew you would stand up for her, just beeause she‘s a Hetherton and rich,” Amm replied. “For my part. I hate her l” fii’Exldld 1n,“ like the tone of her voice, and was? on his guard at 01199. _ WiTlrlis was Anna’s favorite expression if sherdid up: like a pgrsqn, and she ‘wqpt- an : “If we had been the lowest people living she could hot have shown more contempt for us. I know she had never heard of a, soul of us till to day, and I just wish you could have seen her when grandma. claimed her as a grandchild. Where were you, Phil ? What was keeping you 1” He bipla‘i’xfed where he was. and she con- tinued : “ You might have spared yourself the trouble. I don’t believe she’ll thank you. She just threw her head back and stared at grandma in such an impertinent way that I wanted to box her ears, especially when she said so haughtily, ‘Madam. I don’t under- stand you.’ She might have added, ‘and I don’t believe you either ; my mother never came from such stock.’ That’s what she meant. and what her eyes and voice express- ed. I don’t believe she looked at ma or me, though she did just touch the tips of my fin- gers. Silo had taken off her veil at grandma. and torn otf her gloves for usâ€"cotton, they were too ; and when you came, and grandma said. ‘Here’s another cousin,’ she snatched ofi her sailor hat and fanned herself rapidly, as if you were the straw too many. Yes. I hate her. and I think her just as homely as she can be, with her turn-up nose and lip. She’s as black, too, as the ace of spades, and those great big staring eyes are as inso- lent and proud as they can be, but I dare say you and Mr. Beresford are both in love with her." . Phil did not wish to discuss the matter with his unreasonable cousin, who rattled on until the carriage stopped at Mrs. Ferguson’s door. Glad of the chance to escape from Anna’ 5 tirade, Phil said he would walk home. and so the carriage drove on, leaving him standing by the gate with his grandmother, who said: “ Such a tongue as Anny’s gotâ€"hung in the middle I do believe. She must git it from the Rioes, for the Ferguson’s ain’t an atom backbity. Of course Bennett ain’t exactly what I thought Margaret’s girl would be, butâ€"thenâ€"everything is strange and new to her. She’s all Hetherton, and the very image of the old lady, Fred’s mother. But you and I’ll stand by her, Phil. Poor little lonesome critter 1 how I pity her, alone in that great house, with her father dead in the grave-yard, and her mother dead over the seas l" There were tears in grandma’s eyes, and Phil felt a lump in his own throat as he walked rapidly away, repeating her words to himself 2 “Poor little girl ! Alone in that great house, with her father dead in the grave-yard, and her mother dead over the sea.” Phil was still a. little sore and disappointed. He had made no impression upon Reinette, except it were one of disgust. And every- thing had turned out so differently from what he had hoped. Even Reinette was wholly different from his idea. of her. The tall Amazon, with pink and white complexion and yellow hair, had proved to be a. wee little creatyure, with dark eyes, and hair ,and face, but still with something indescribably be- witching and graceful in every turn of her head and motion of her body, while the clear, bell-like tones of her voice, with its pretty accent, rang continually in his ears, and he began to envy Mr. Beresford the pleasure of having her all to himself for an indefinite length of time. Here the Iudicrousness of the whole affalr came over Phil so forcibly that he burst into a. loud. merry laugh, which was like thunder on a sultry day. It cleared the atmosphere. and Phil was himself agam, or would be after the long ride on horseback which he deter- mined to take into the country. “Upon my word,” he said, as he contem- plated himself in the mirror, ”I am a beauty. Look at that streak of dirt upon my forehead to my chin, and that spot on my nose. and that blood stain under my eye, and to crown all, Beresford’s old hat. I look for all the world like a prize-fighter, and might be own son to my step grandmother’s brother, the Martins. I, who fancied there was something so distingue and high-toney about me that Beinette would see it at once, and she never even bowed to me. but said she felt like dying." What would she say to him ? Would she thaw out, and talk like any girl. and ask him “who the deuce the Fergusons were,” and who “the long legged spooney with the dirty face and hands and the grass stains on his pants.” Phil had reachedhome by this time, and had seen in the glass that his pelscnal appearance was not as prepossessing as it might be. Calling John, the stable boy, he bade him saddle Pluto. his riding horse, and was soon galloping off at a. furious rate. going eastward first until he came to a. fork in the road, where he turned and rode in the direction of Hetherton Place. He had no intention of stopping thereâ€"no expectation of seeing Rein- ette, unless Providence should interfere, he thought. But Providence did not interfere, and he did not see Reinette or any sign of human life about the house. Phil did not quite understand why he felt glad to know that his friend had not made a long stay with Reinette, but he was glad, and rode on quite cheerfully for three or four miles, when he turned and came back more slowly, reaching Hetherton just as the sun was gpigg out of sight in the west. The windows of Reinette’s chamber were open and in one of them sat Mrs. Speckle, the out, evidently absorbed in something going on insideâ€"the gambols of her three kittens, perhaps. The Bossiter carriage was not in the yard. and by that token Phil knew that Mr. Berea- ford. must have returned to town, and that he had missed meeting him by hav- ing made the circuxt of what was called the Flatiron. Aswbeigre, everything was quiet. and no one was to be seen until he came opposit e a great ledge of rocks on the hill-side higher up than the house itself, and commanding a still better view of the surrounding country. This ledge. which covered quite a space of ground and was in some places as level as the floor, presented in other sections a broken, uneven appearance, like a succession of little rooms, and one niche in particular was called the “Lady's Chair,” from its peculiar formation of seat, sides and back. Here. with the fad- ing sunlight falling upon it, sat a little figure in gray with the blue veil twisted round the hat, and the hands folded together and lying upon the lap, reminding Phil of that picture ‘of Evangeline sitting by the river and watch: ‘ing the distant boat. Pierre was kneeling upon the rock beside his mistress, and stretched at her feet was the watchdog, King, With whom she had already made friends. The three made a very pretty picture far up the hill-side, with the western sky between them, and Phil, without knowing whether he was seen or not, involuntarily raised his hat. But the courtesy was not acknowledged and he hit his lip with vexation as he galloped rapidly on, thinking to himself 2 “Hang the girl, I believe Anna is half right. She is proud as Lucifer, and means to cut us all. Well, let her. Maybe she’ll find some day that a Rossiter is quite as good as a Hetherton l” In Phil‘s estimation Reinette was not alâ€" together a success, but then he did not know her. When Phil envied Mr. Beresford his opporâ€" tunity for being alone with Reinette and listening to her conversation, he made a mis- take, for during the first of the drive from the cemetery to Hetherton Place she scarcely spoke to him, but sat with closed eyes and locked hands, leaning back in a corner of the carriage, as motionless as if she had been asleep. Once, however, when they were crossing the river, she looked out and asked : “1an this the 'Chicopee ?" and on being told it was, she said tgPierre, _in French : . “This is the river, Pierre, where papa used to gather the pond lilies when he was a boy. It empties into the Connecticut as the Seine does into the sea. You know you looked it out on the map for me.” Plerre nodded, and Reinette, although she now kept her eyes open, did not speak again until they reached the long hill which wound up to the house. Then, as she saw to her left a. lovely little sheet of water, sparkling in the sunlight, she started up, exclaiming : "Yes.” said Mr. Beresford, surprised at her knowledge of the neighborhood. “Your grandmogther, Mrs Hetherton, called it Lake Petit I believe, but to most of the people here it is the Mill Pond. ” “Then it is never any more to be Mill Pond. It is Lake Petit forever.” They were half way up the hill by this time, and as they reached height after height. and one after another views of the surround- ing country greeted Reinette’s wondering gaze, her delight knew no bounds, and for- getting for a moment the load of pain at her heart, she gave vent to her delight in true girlish fashion, uttering little screams of sur- priee and gladness, and occasionally eeizmg Pieire by the shoulder and shaking him hard to make him see what she was seeing, and appreciate it, too. “It's better than Switzerland, better than Franceâ€"better than anything I I like America,” she cried, but Pierre shook his head, and gave a sigh for “La Belle France," the best country in the World, where he devoutly wished he had staid, adhering to his opin- ion in spite of all his mistress said in oppo- sition. Reinette shrugged her shoulders, and asked : “Isn’t it on papa’s land ?" “Yes, it. belongs to the Hetherton estate” was the reply, and shecontinued, in a decisive tone: “That Enlist be Lake Pétit, w] used to keep his boat. the Waif.” Mr. Beresford could not understand them, but he knew that some altercation was going on between them, and was astonished to see the different expressions which passed in an instant over Reinette’s face. and how beautl- ful she grew as the bright color came and went ; and she sparkled, and flashed, and laughed, and frowned, and shook up the stupid Pierre all in the same breath. They were driving up to the house by this time, and the moment the carriage stopped she sprang to the ground and began to look about her, gesticulating rapidly, and talking now in French and now in English,now to Mr. Beres- ford and now to Pierre, who was almost as excited as she was. The chateau. as she called it, was so much larger and fresher than she supposed, and the grounds more pretentious, and “oh, the flowers !" she cried, darting in among them like a little humming-bird, and filling her hands with the sweet summer pinks, which she pressed to her lips and kissed as if they had been living things and sharers of Joy. “ The flowers are the same everywhere,and I love them so much, and the world is so bright, just like a picture up here where it is so high, so near heaven,and I am so happy," she exclaimed, as she hopped about ; then suddenly as a. cloud passes over the sun on an April day, a. shadow came over her and great tears rolled down her cheeks as, turn- ing to Mr. Beresford, she said, “What must you think of me to be so gay, and he dead over in the grave yard. But it is one part of me ; there’s two of me, and I can’t help it, though all the time I’m missing him so much, and there’s a pain in my heart and a. lump in my throat till it feels as if it would burst. And still I must love the brightness even though it’s all dark where he lies alone. Oh, father, if you, too, were She was sobbing now bitterly, and Pierre was crying. too, even while he tried to com- fort her. Suddenly at something he said her sobbing ceased, and dashing the tears from her eyes she smiled brightly at Mr. Beresford, and said : “ She "gave him' her hand, and he had no al- ternative but to go= although he would so here “ Forgive me, do, for troubling you with an exhibition of my grief. I forgot myself. Father told me not to cry before people, and I will not again. Come, let; us go into the chateau ; it looks so cool and inviting with the doors and windows open and the muslin curtains blowing in and out, and the scent of clover and new hay everywhere. The world is very bright and full of sweet odors andlmean to be happy.” During this scene in the grounds Mrs. Jerry, the housekeeper, had been inspecting the little lady from behind the kitchen blinds, and now as the party entered the wide hall, she came forward to meet her in her neat calico dress and clean linen collar, with her snowy hair combed smoothly back from her frank. open brow. She knew she was there on trial, subject to Miss Reinette’s fancy, and as she liked the place. and was delirous of keeping it, she naturally felt some anxiety with regard to the impression she should make upon the girl. She was not long kept in suspense. for something in her face attracted Reinette at once, and without the least hauteur in her manner she went forward with out- stretched hands, and said : ” Mrs. Jerry, I am so glad you are here. I know I shall like you. and you must like me in all my moods, for I am not always alike. There‘s two of me, the good and the badâ€" though I mean to shut the bad one out of doors in this, my new home. And now, please, take these flowers and put them in water for me, and always have flowers standing about. I don’t wish any one to show me over the house.” Turning now to Mr. Beresford : “ I’d rather find my way alone and guess which is my room and which was meant for him”â€"here her lip began to quiver. but she kept up bravely and went on 1“ you will come and see me to-Inorrow and I shall ask you so many things. Father said I was to trust you and go to you for everything. By and by, though, I shall takecare of myself. And now, good-by till to-morrow afternoon." REINETTE AT HDME‘ CHAPTER IX. where vfather gladly have lingered longer, so deeply inter- ested was he already in this strange little girl with the two natures one proud cold, scorn- ful and passionate; the other gentle. and soft, and sweet as the flowers she loved so dearly.” He might have been more interested still had he seen her standing in the door with the great tears dropping from her long eyelashes as she watched him going down the hill and felt that now, indeed, she was alone in her desolation with her new life all before her. “I like him because he was father's friend, and because he seems a“ gentleman,” she thought ; and then as she remembered those other people who had claimed her for their own. and who were not like Mr. Beresford, she shuddered and felt her other self masterJ ing her again. :Iust thén Mrs. Jerry appeared, asking if she could do anything for her, and if she would not like to go to he} rpom. “No, noâ€"go away I” Reinette answered, almost angrily ; “I want nothing but to be let alone. I can find my way. I must Work it; out; myself.” So Mrs. Jerry went back to the kitchen, and Pierre, who knew the first approaches of his mistress’ moods, sat down upon the grass quietly waiting the progress of events. Reinette’s face was very white, and, as was usual when she was trying to repress her feelings, her hands were locked together as she stood looking about her at the trees under which her father had played when a. boy, and in the honeysuckle which grew over the trellis-work, and which must. have blos- somed for him, and more than all at his initials cut by himself on the door pest. Then with a, little smothered cry she turned suddenly, and ran up stairs to the room which she had heard described so often, and which at a glance she knew was hers. A Stranger Stoned to Death (or Plucking a Cluster 0! Grapes overhanging the Highway. The following is a fuller account of the out- rage briefly mentioned in our dispatches of yesterday : PITTSBURG, Pa., Aug. 17.â€"â€"An unknown man was murdered by a mob yesterday at Agnew Station, on the Pittsburg and Fort Wayne road, about twenty miles from this city. A Mrs. Rhoder owns a farm beside the railroad. She has a number of grape vines, some of which project beyond her fence. Tramps and others have been stealing grapes in this neighborhood lately, and the farmers have threatened to shoot any marauders who are detected. Yesterday at noon 8. man about forty years old, dressed in a black suit, black felt hat, navy blue shirt, and who was quite respectable, took a bunch of grapes from Mrs. Rhoder’s vine as he stood in the road. On seeing him Mrs. Rhoder shouted to him to leave, which he proceeded to do, making towards the river, which is just be- low. Mrs. Rhoder at the same time started her boy and a dog after the fleeing man. She then ran to the gang of section railroad men who were eating their dinner near by. told them of the theft and asked them to give chase. These section men work under John Holland. Messrs. Merriman, Baltz, Martin, Luster and others started in pursuit. In the meantime, the dog and the boy had chased the unknown man into the river, when rho (101, satisfied with his work, retired from the scene. ATTACKED WITH STONES. The man then came out of the water again and was about to proceed down the river on the beach when the section men came in View, and some of them commenced throwing stones at him. He was forced to take to the water again, as the missiles were thrown at him from every direction on the beach. He went out and commenced to swim toward the opposite share, the volley of stones never ceasing, but he almost immediately turned back and waded toward his assailants until it was only waist deep. There he pleaded for I cessation of hostilities, saying he was sufier- ing. It is supposed he had been hit with the stones while in the water and felt that he would not be able to swim to the other shore. But there was no mercy for him, The terrible fusilade of stones never ceased. The man, then growing des- perate, tarried for an instant, endeavoring‘ to pull off his shoes which clogged him badly in swimming. He only succeeded in removing one, when the attack had become so hot that he could remain no longer and he struck out for Neville Island. Strange Edilions of the Fcriplnres Recent ly Exhibited in London. An interesting collection of Bibles was re- cently exhibited in London, which comprised copies of all the editions that, because of peculiar errors of the printers, or some other reason, have been known by strange names. Among the Bibles on exhibition were the fol- lowing: THE CAXTON MEMORIAL BIBLE.â€"Wholly printed and. bound in 12 hours, but only 100 copies struck off. A. D. 1877. His first few strokes were vigorous, and he sped through the water with the neatness and quickness of a good swimmer. He had not, however, gone far when he suddenly cried for help. "Help me! ” “ Save me I ” he cried twice and then sank. He came up again, but probably could not speak, as no sound came from him. He then went down again. A second time the body rose to the surface and floated on its back for a short dis- tance, when it went down a third time and was seen no more. The body has not been found. The indignation against the murder- ers of the poor fellow is running high, and the authorities will cause an investigation. The affair was witnessed by a large number of persons who were not near enough to pro- teCt the man or save his life. THE GUTENBERG BIBLE.â€"The earliest book known. Printed from movable type; is the Latin Bible issued by Gutenberg, at Mentz, A. D. 1450. THE BUG BIBLE.â€"W&S so called from its rendering of Psalm ML. 5 ; “Afraid of Bugs by Night.” Our present version reads, “Ter- ror by Night." A._D. 1562.” THE VINEGAR BIBLE.â€"â€"So named from the headline of the 20th chapter of Luke, which reads as ‘ The Parable of the Vinegar,” iu~ stead of the Vineyard. A. D. 1717. THE PRINTERS’ Emmaâ€"We are told by Cotton Mather that in a Bible printed prior to 1702. a blundering typographer made King David excla‘m that "Printers (instead of princes) persecuted him without a cause.” See Psalms cxix. 161. THE MURDERERS’ BIBLEâ€"SO called from an error in the sixteenth verse of the Epistle of Jude, the word “Murderers” being used, instead of "Murmurers," A. D. 1801. THE BBEECHES BIBLE.â€"â€"The Geneva Ver- sion is that popularly known as the Breeches Bible, from its rendering of Genesis iii, 7: (Making Themselves Breeches out of Fig- leaves). This translation of the Scripturesâ€" the result of the labors of the English exiles at Genevaâ€"was the English family Bible during the reign of Queen Elizabeth, and until supplanted by the present authorized version of King James 1. THE PLACE MAKERS, BIBLEâ€"From a re- markable typographical error which occurs in Matthew, v. 9: “Blessed are the Place- makers,” instead of Peace-makers. A. D. 1562. THE HE AND SEE BIBLEs.â€"â€"From the re- spective renderings of Ruth iii, 15â€"0119 reading that “She went into the city.” The other has it that ‘He went,” A. D. 1611. THE WICKED BIBLE.â€"â€"Flom the fact that the negative has been left out of the Seventh Commandment (Exodus xx, 14), for which the printer was fined £300. A. D. 1531. THE TREAOLE BIBLEâ€"From its rendering of Jeremiah viii., 22: “Is there no trencle (initeadfiof Bally in Gilgad ?" .. A. D. 1568. > ‘ THE ROBIN BiBLE.â€"From the same text, but translated “Rosin” in the Douay version, A. D. 1609. - THE THUMB BIBLE.â€"Being one inch square and half an inch thick, was published at Aber- deen. A. D. 1670. BIBLEB AND THEIR TITLES, MURDER BY A MOB- KILLED IN THE WATER [TO BE CONTINUED