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By Mrs. Mary .1. Holmes, Author 01' “Tempest and Sunshine." “Daisy Thornton," "Enholyn's Mistake,” “Forres Bouie.‘ etc. For a moment Queenie sat with her head dropped and her eyes closed ;‘ then opening them suddenly and fixing them upon Mar- gery, who knelt beside her. she said, “It is very dreadful, Margie, and I feel as if turned into stone. Oh, if I could cry; but I cannot, even though I know that everything is gone from me that I loved the most. Phil is dead â€"â€"Phi1, who would have stood by me even in this disgrace. He would have come to‘ me and laid, ‘Denr little Queenie, I love you just the lame, and want you for my wife.’ and with him I might in time have been happy; but now there is nothing left to me, neither lover, iriends, nor name, and that last hurts the worst and makes me so desolate; no name, no friends, not a single relative in the world ex- ceptâ€"except that woman, and ~she is my mother!” Queenie said tha last word with a. choking sob, while Margery kissed and rubbed her hands which were cold as ice and lay help- lessly_ upon her lap. “ You forget that you have incâ€"forget that I am your sisterâ€"that whatever of sorrow comes to you must be shared by me," Mar- gery said, and Queenie replied, ” No, I don’t forget that. It is the only thing which keeps me from dying outright with shame and humiliation. Oh, Margie, you do not know how foolishly proud I was when I be- lieved myself Queenie Hethertonâ€"proud of my positionâ€"proud of my Hetherton blood. Andâ€"I will confess it all to you who stand just where I thought I stood. I was so wicked and so proud that I rebelled against my mother’s family~rebelled against the Fergu- sons. and though I tried to do my duty and tried to be kind and friendly, especially to grandma, I never came in contact with her, or with any of Uncle Tom’s family, that Idid not feel the little shivers run over me, and a shrinking away from them and their manner of speaking and acting. Icould not help this feeling, though I hated myself cordially for it. and told myself many times that I was no better than they, and still in my heart I fan- cied I was infinitely their superiorâ€"I, the unlawful child of Christine Bodine! Once I knelt in the room I supposed was my mother's, and prayed God to make me like the woman below stairs, whom I thought so coarse and vulgarâ€"asked him to humble me in any way, if that was what Ineeded to subdue my pride, but little did I dream the time would come when that prayer would be so terribly an- sweredâ€"when I would give my life to be free from the disgrace and know the Fergusons were mine as I then believed them to be. Oh, if I could have the old days back again ; if I could waken from this and find it a dream, but I never can. I am not Reinette Hethcrton. I had no right to be born. I have neither name, nor friends, nor position, nor home ; oh, Margie, Margie, I had not thought of that before ; ” and Queenie bounded to her feet so suddenly that Margery was thrown backward upon the floor, where she sat staring blankly at the girl who it seemed to her had actually lost her mind. She was walking rapidly across the floor, heating the air with her hands, as she always did when greatly excimd. There were blood‘ red spots on her cheeks, and her eyes shone with a. strange, unnatural light, as they flashed first upon one object and than upon another, and finally rested upon Margery, before whom Queenie stopped. and said. in a whisper : “ Don’t you know it. ‘2 Don’t you see I am an outcast, a beggar, a. tresspasser where I have no claim? Frederick Hetherton’s un- lawful child has no right to a penny of his money. You are his heiress ; you are his daughter, and I only an intruder, who have lived for years on what was not my own, and have. perhaps. sometimes felt that I was very good to give to yOu what was already yours, for you are Miss Hetherton and I am Reinette â€"â€"Bodine l ” Her lips quivered as she repeated the name. and the whole manner showed how hateful was the sound of it to her. But Mar- gery scarcely noticed that. so intent was she on what had gone before. Springing to her feet. and winding her arm around Queenie, Ibo held her fast, while she said : “ What folly is this i What injustice to me I I do not pretend not to understand you, for I do. You are excited now. and insane enough to think that because you are not Margery Ferguson’s drughter you have no right to Frederick Hetherton’s money. You are his child an much as I am, and it was his wish, his intention, that. you should be his heir. He knew nothing of me. never dreamed o! my existence, and, Queenie, the world need not know what we do. I would far rather re- main Margery La Rue for ever than meet what we must meet it the truth be known. they as you are. Queenie. here is your home, for it is yours, and, if you like. I will stay with you. and the secret of your birth shall be buried forever." “ No, Margery, never l ” Queenie said, dis- engaging herself from her sister’s embrace. " I have no right here, none whatever, and I cannot stay. It is your home, not mine ;not a penny of all my father’s wealth is mine. You say truly that he did not dream of your ex-, istence ; but if he had~if at the last moment l of his life he had known that somewhere in‘ the world there was a daughter lew- tully his own. he would have repudi- ated me, the base-born, and flown to you. on whose birth there is no stain. I knew him, and you did not, and you cannot understand how proud he was, or how he loathed and hated the very sin of which he was guilty. I will not say which I think more in fault, he or Christine, but I know he hated her for the weakness which made her fall, and sometimes he must have hated me because I was her childâ€"hated the look in my face like her, for it is there. I saw it so plain when she stood talking to meâ€"hswe seen it many times in the glass,and wondered at it myself. And he saw it, too, at times, and would put me from him suddenly, as if he had seen a reptile, and bid me go away and not come agaln t1ll he sent for me. I thought then it was his temper, or mood, the servants called it, but I know it was remorse, and a. loathing of me, who reminded him so constantly of the past. it was not his nature to do that ; he prodded for Christine and. would have made provision for meâ€"-but sent me from him just the same and taken his lawful daughter home, and so? after you are estab- lished here as Miss Hetherton. I shall go awayâ€"where, I do not knowâ€"~but somewhere in the world there is a place for Pierre and me, and we shall go together. I cannot stay here with that mark upon me. I feel it now burning into my flesh, and now it is written all over me in letters of fire, which all the waters in the world cannot wash out. Truly, the sins of the parents are visited upon the children, and I am suffering so terriblyâ€"011, Margie, it does ache so hard, so hard I” and with a gasping sob Queenie sank into her chair, where she sat writhing like one in mortal pain. For a. moment Margery regarded her in- tently, then kneeling before her again and taking the hot, quivering hands in here said to her: “ Queenie, do you think I have for. gotten the day when you came to me, a little, lonely girl, clad in garments so course that just to have worn them amoment would have roughened the delicate skin of one who. like you, had known only the scarlet. and ermine, and purple of life. And yet you did not shrink from me. You looked into my eyes with a look I have never forgotten. You touched my soiled hands with your soft, white, dimpled fingers, and the touch lingers there yet. You took the scarlet and ermine “ He loved me, I am sure of that ; but had he known of you,all would have been changed. just as I shall change it now. He would have sent me away â€" not penniless, QUEENIE HETHERI’ON. CHAPTER XLV. THE SISTERG. from your shoulders and put them upon me. and brought down heaven to me as nearly]. it can be brought to us here upon earth. And now, when this great sorrow has come upon you, when it may be said that I stand in the place you have held so long, when the scarlet and ermine are mine, will you not let me give it back o you as you once gave it to me, or at least snare it with Inaâ€"that is, supposing mother’s statement is proved to be true ?”7 “ Proved to be true 1” Queenie said. “What do ygu mean? by that ?” “ Neithel do I,” was Queenie’s quick re‘ joinder. ” I know it is trueâ€"know I am Uhriatine’s daughter by the resemblance I near to her, just asl know you are a Ferguson by the ,blue in your zyes and the golden hue of your hair, so likc, them all, so like to Phil. Oh, Phil 1 if I could go to him and tell him 0 any pain.” “ I mean‘vthis," Margery replied. “ The world will not accept the story as readily as you have done. There will have to be proof, [think that I was born at Rome and that Margaret Ferguson was my mother.” “Do you ddubt it, Margie,” Queenie asked, fixing her eyes searchingly upon her sister, whoigtrlgst shyly answered, “rNo.” Tfiefe was silence a few minutes between the two girls and it was Queenie who spoke first age in. “ GE away now Margie. My head is not quite straight. Go, and leave me awhile to myxielf.” Margery obeyed, thinking that Queenie wished to rest, but such was not her inten- tion, and no sooner was she alone than she arose and, bolting her door, went to the writ- ing-desk, and taking out several sheets of pa- per began to write the story which Christine had told her. This done, she took the three letters which she had found among her father’s papers. signed “ Tina,” and inelos- ing the whole in an envelope, directed it to Mr. Beresford. Then, ringing her bell, she asked that Pierre should be sent to her. The old. man obeyed the summons at once, for he was very anxious about his young mistress and the sickness which had come so suddenl;7 upon her. Stepping into the room, he made his bow, and then stood before her in his usual attitude of deference and respect, his head bent forward and his hands clasped, awaiting her orders. “Sit down, Pierre,” Queenie mid. “ You need not stand before me now. I have some- thing to tell you, and the sooner I tell it, the better. A dreadful thing has come to light-~â€" a. dreadful wrong been done to Margery. She is not Miss La. Rue. She is that baby born at Rome. She is Margaret Ferguson’s daugh- ter, and I amâ€"amâ€"nobody ! My father was Frederick Hetherton,and my mother is Chris tine Bodine. and they were never married. Do you understand me, Pierre 2’" He did understand her. and the shock made him reel forward and grasp the back of a. chair. to which he held, while he stood star- ing at his mistress as if to assure himself of her sanity. “It is true, ” she continued, as she met his questioning look of wonder, and then, very rapidly, she told him how it had come to her knowledge, and what she meant to do. “I will nevervbélieve it,” was Pierre‘s em- phatic reply, when he could speak at all. “ IR; is a lie she told, the bad woman.” And yet in Pierre’s heart there was a grow- ing fear that what he had heard might be true, but even if it were, it should make no difierence with him. He would stand by Queenie against the whole world. Where she went he would go, where she died he would dle, her faithful slave to the lost. It did not matter to him whether she was a Hetherton or a Bodiue, she was his sovereign, his queen, and he told her so, with many gestures and ejaculations, some of which were far from being-complimentary to “ La femme Bodine,” as he called her. “ I knew I was sure of you,” Queenie said to him, “ and after a little we will go away from here and find a. home somewhere, and I shall learn to work and take care of myself, and you, too, If neceasary." Pierre shrugged his shoulders significantly at the idea of being taken care of by this little girl who had been reared so tenderly and had never so much as waited upon herself. Queenie noticed the gesture, though she did not. seem to, and went on: “ I have written to Mr. Beresfotd, who will know just what to do. and early to-morrow morning you must take it to him. Say no thing to Miss Margery or any one, but come- to my door, quietly, as soon as you are up. I shall be waiting for you. And now go; it is getting late, and I am very tired.” Pierre obeyed, and left her in a most he- wildered state of mind, scarcely knowing what he had heard, and not at all able to realize its import. True to his promise. he was at Queenie’s door thenext morning before either Margery or her rrother was astlr, and re- ceived the package for Mr. Beresford. and a second and smaller one for Grandma Fergu- son. This last Queenie had written after Pierre left her the previous night. and she bade him deliver it. “ There will be no answer to either ; atleast none for you," she said, and with a nod that he understood, Pierre hasted away to throw the bomb-shell at the feet of Mr. Beresford and urandma Ferguson. CHAPTER XLVI. THE nerolon. Early as it was, Mr. Beresford was at his office. He had an important suit pending in the court, a suit which involved much thought and research and he was hunting up certain points bearing upon it, when P1erre came in, and witha simple “ ban jour Mon-g sieur," laid the package upon the table and departed in the direction of Grandma Fer- guson’s. Mr. Beresiord recognized Queenie's handwriting, and thinking she had probably sent him some business papers of her father’s, which she had overlooked, he laid it aside for a time and went on with his own matters, so that it was an hour or more, and the one- horse sleigh which Grandma Ferguson had hired to carry her to Hetherton Place had driven rapidly past the door before he took the package in his hand and opened 1t. The three yellow, time-worn letters which Queenie had inclosed, first met his eye, and he examined them curiously, noting that they were dated 1n Marseilles more than twenty ,years ago; but as they were written in Fiench it would take him some time to de , cipher them, so he put them down and took up Queenie’ 5 letter which he read through irapidly, feeling when it was finished, so be- i numbed and bewildered that he walked ‘several times across the floor of his office, ‘and then he went out into the open air to shake off the nightmare which oppressed his 1 faculties and made his brain so dizzy. Then, returning to the letter, he read it again, weighing carefully every word, and jumping at conclusions, rejecting thisstatement as im- probable, and that as impossibleI and saying to himself as Pierre had done, “ I do not ‘ believe it.” Anon, however, a doubt stole into his mind that it might be true, and this ‘ doubt was succeeded by another, and another, , until there were great drops of sweat upon He did not allow himself to think any further, but, throwing out his hands, with a fierce gesture, he exclaimed : “ Get thee gone Satan 1 Is this a time to indulge in low, mean, selfish feelings ? Were Margery a thousand times a. Hetherton, she would be no sweeter or lovelier than she has seemed to me as Margery La Rue, nor will Queenie be one Whit the worse for this stain upon her birth, if stain there be, which I doubt ; at all events I will leave no stone unturned to prove the truth or falsity of this Bodine woman’s statement. If I could only read her letters I “ Poor little Queenie; so proud, and so high spirited ; ,she cannot bear it, and I shall do all I can to prove the story false.” he said, then suddenly there swept over him another thought which made him reel in 1115 chair, while the sweat-drops on his forehead and about his lips grew larger and thicker. “ If the tale were true. then Margery was the daughter of the house ; Margery was Miss netherton, of Hetherton Place, and_â€"" e lawyer’s face, and an intense pity in his heart as he thought of Queenie and all she. would have to suffer if this thing were true, and she was only the illegitimate child of Frederick Hetherton. might find something on which to base a con clusmn.” Taking, up the letter which bore date the furthest back, he began to decipher it slowly end carefully succeeding better than he had anticipated, and when it was finished he pos- sessed a pretty accurate knowledge of its con- tents. Then he took the second and the third and went through with them both,while the conviction deepened in his mind, that there was something in the story which would bear investigation. “ I must see Queenie at once,” he said “ and Mrs. La. Rue also. and hear from her if she has any other proof to ofi‘er than her mere statemom and these letters, which she may or may not have written.” Ordering his horse and giving some direc- tions to his clerk in case clients called, he was soon riding rapidly toward Hetherton Place where Grandma. Ferguson had been for more than an hour. Pierre had found the good woman seated at her breakfast-table, arrayed in her usual morning costume, in short, wine- colored stuff skirt, and a loose woolen sacque, with no collar on her neck or cup on her head. But her white hair was combed smoothly back and twisted into a little knot, and her face shone with content and satisfaction as she drank her coffee fr om her saucer or scuked her fried cake in it. “Who’s that?” she said to Axie, her maid of all work, as she caught a glimpse of Pierre coming up the walk, “ I believe its one of them pesky tramps. Run quick and don’t let him in: they always make the house smell like the rot. If he's hungry. give him them baked beans and that piece of cold johnny- cake, and see that he don’t carry off the plate. Them tramps is thievin‘ critters.” But it was not a‘ tramp to whom Axle opened the door. It was Pierre, who, with his usual polite bow, handed the package to her. saying : " It is to madame ;” then, with another bow he departed, and Axie carried the letter to her mistress, who put on her spectacles and studied the superscription carefully. “ Mrs. John Ferguson, Present,” she read aloud. " What did Rennet want to put pres- ent on £0131 wonder, and how finefied she writes. I don’t b’lieve I can make it out at. all, the letters are so small and Frenchy,” and tearmg off the envelope she tried in vain to deciphenthe contents of the letter. Qheenie had written it under great excite- ment, and her handwriting, always puzzling to grandma, was mor_e filqgible that} qsqg}. _ “Here, Axie, read if for me tain’t likely there's any secret ; wants me to come over there I presume, but I don’t see how under the sun I can go unless Miss Rossiter tackles and carries me,” she said, and taking the written sheet of paper in her hands. Axie began to read what Queenie had written. It was as follows : " DEAR GRANDMA:â€"-Y0u must let me call you that just this once, though you are not my grandmother. A dreadful thing has been doneâ€"an awful sin committed, and kept secret until yesterday, when I foun i it out, and it almost killed me. I am not the baby born at Rome ; Margery is your grandchild, and I am nobody. I am the daughter of Fred’ erick Hetherton and Mrs. La. Rue. who was Christine Bodine, my old nurse. She has told me all the deception, and th: hid- ing Margery from her father, who did not know of her existence. It is terribleâ€"and I was so proud and hot tempered. and so bad to you sometimes, and now I’d give the World if you were really my grandmother. “Come ins s'ooB as you can and see Mar- gery and question Mrs. La Rue yourself. QUEENIE." " Not her gra’ma I I not hergra’mal Vvho then is her gm’mm 1 I’d like to know ? ” Grandma. Ferguson exclaimed, when Axie read the first lihes of the letter. But Axis did not answer. Her quick eye had gone rapidly on, and, with an ejacula- tion of surprise, she read what Queenie had written.while her mistress turned white as ashes, and could only whisper her incredu- llty. “ Rennet not mine l not Margery’s child I No, no, I cannot believe that,” the said, and a. sense of pain began to rise in her heart at the thought of losing in this way the little dark-eyed girl who had crept into her love in spite of her willful imperious ways. “ Read it again, Axie." she continued ; “ read what she‘s writ, and careful, too, You did not get it right before. Rennet never said no such thing, unless she's crazy. Yesihat’e it,” and grandma’s face brightened, and her voice was more cheery. " Fretting for Phil has done her out of her mind. She hain’t elep’, nor cried, nor et sense he died, and now she’s took crazy. I shrill go over there at once, and do you run as fast as you can to thelivery after a hose and sleigh.” ' “ Hush, Rennet ; don’t talk of shame,” grandma interrupted. “ I don’t know what you meanâ€"don’t want to knowâ€"and if there is anything. my advice is, keep it to yourself. I took you to my heart as my own that fust day I saw you at the train, 9. little scart thing And so it came about that within an hour after Pierre delivered Queenie’s letter to Grandma. Ferguson she was alighcing at the door of Hetherton Place, and dismissing the driver, as she said she should probably spemi the day. Margery saw her, and as she knew nothing of Pierre’e journey to the village, was surprised at the early visit. She opened the door herself to the old lady. whose first ex- clamation was : “ How do I know 2 Didn’t. that French- man fetch me a letter from her this mornin’, in which she said she wasn’t my grandm‘tor, and that ” “ Let me cry,” she said; “it does me good. You know I have not shed a tear before since poor Phil died, and I guess I am crying more for him than for my lost birthright ~ my heritage of shame.” “ How IS she, and when did the spell come on her 7 ” “ Do you mean Reinette, and how did you know anything mled her? " Margery asked, and girandymi yeplied : _ Here grandma stopped short, struck by the face of the young girl before her, so like the face she had loved so dearly years ago, while for the first time since she had heard the let~ ter she remembered that Reinette had said. “ Margery is your grandâ€"daughter.” She had paid no attention to this assertion, but now, as she looked into the blue eyes confronting her so steadily, she saw there something which awoke within her a strange feeling of kinship and love, and she continued with a faltering voice : “ She said that you was Margaret’s girl. Be you Margery? Be you my grandddarter? ” So Margery left her just as Grandma Ferguson found her when she stole softly up the stairs into the room. Queenie must have been almost asleep, for she heard nothing until a. hand was laid gently upon her head, and a voice full of love and pity said to her : “ Rennetl poor little Rennet l " Then she started up, with slow cry, caused partly by surprise and partly by the sharp pain which seemed to pass from her heart to her head and to force to the surface the tears which had been so long pent up, and which now fell like rain. She had never before heard her grandmother call her “ Rennet ” Without a feeling of irritation, or, as she had expressed it to Phil, without a “jerking of her elbows,” but now as the familiar sound fell on her ears. there swept over her such a feeling of anguish, and regret and intense longing for what she had lost, that the fountain of tears was broken up, and for some minutes she lay in the motherly arms held out to her, and cried so hard and piteously that Mrs. Fergu- son became alarmed at last, and tried to soothe and quiet her. But Reiuette could not be quieted. “ I don’t know, the story seems so incredi- ble,” Margery replied, but she took the hands extended toward her in her own, and covered them with kisses, as she continued : “ If I am Margery Hethenon, it; is very hard on Queenie, and you must love her just the same ~10ve her better, if possible." “ Yes, yes,” grandma >replied. “ Nothing shall change my love for her. Where is she 7 Let me go tp he; at oncefi.” Margery had been to Queenie's room, and found her dressed and laying upon the broad lounge with her face to the wall. She did not want any breakfast, she said ; she only Wished to be alone, while she thought it out. among so many strangers. I loved you then ; I‘ve loved you ever sense. and allus will, no mattgr who you be.” “ Don’t 1 you hurtnie so !” Queenie cried, with a. keen pang of remorse, as she remem- bered how she had once rebelled against this woman, and refused to acknowledge her claim to relationship until it was proved beyond 1101' power to gainsay it. v A And no} she "would have given the wor‘d to have called her “grandmother,"and known that it was true, " I don’t deserve your love 1” she said. “ I have been so wicked and have vexed you so many times, but, after Margery. you are dearer to me now than any living creature, though I am not your grandchildâ€"Margery is that ; Margery is the baby born at Rome and hidden away from her father. Mrs. La Rue has told us all about it. She is my mother.” Queenie spoke very low, and a. flush of shame stained her cheeks, Where the tears were still falling though not so fast as at first. She was growing a. little calmer and more composed, and was beginning to tell Mrs. Ferguson what she had heard when Mr. Beresford was announced. To Margery, who had met him as she did Mrs. Ferguson, he had said. “ Queenie has written me a strange story. Do you know anything about it ?” ing lip, _“ I hezird'mpthgr tell hex)” 7‘ Alid was that the first you knew of it ?" he asked, scrutinizing 1191‘ closely. “ No," she said, hesitatingly, as if the confession were a pain. “ I knew it a few Weeks agoâ€"-â€"” “ When you were smk. and you kept in to yourself for her sake,” Mr Beresford inter- rupted her. “ You.a.re a brave girl. Margery. Few would have done what. you have.” “ If they loved Queenie as I do they would.” she said. “ Oh, Mr. Beresiord. if it should be true, is there no way to keep it to our- selves ? Need the world know of it ‘2” “ If it depended upon you and me. it might be done,” he replied. “ But I am afraid we could not manage Queenie. She seems de- termined to do you justice. Where is she,a.ud can I see her ‘2” “ Yes, let him come at once. I Wish to have it over,” Queenie said, when told that Mr. Beresfotd was in the house and had asked for her. She heard him coming, and rising to her feet and brushing her tears away she stood erect. with the old proud look flashing in her eyes, for she would not allow this man, who had once asked her to be his wife, to see how utterly crushed and humiliated she was. But when she caught sight of his face, so full of pity, and sympathy, and concern for her, she broke dawn utterly, and cried harder even then she had done when grandma had called her Reunet. It was a. perfect storm of 301»; ‘and tears, and Mr. Beresford who had never witnessed anything like it, felt the moisture gathering in his own eyes as he looked at the little figure writhing in such Rein. “ You must excuse me, for I cannot help it.” she said, when she could speak. “ It is not this alone which affects me so. It is everything. The death scene on the shipnvhen father’s strange Words foreshadowed this whlch has come upon me, and the loss of Phil. whe would have stood by me in the face of everything.” A LECTURE ABOUT TEMPER- ANCE THAT HURT. There was probably the most astonished temperance man up above Stevens Point the other day that ever was. 'lle name of the temperance man is Sutherland. He is a nice gentleman but like many another man he can never see a person with his keg full oi bug juice without giving him a talkmg to. l The other day Sutherland was driving along; the road when he overtook an Indian whol asked for a ride. He was allowed to pet in the wagon, when Sutherland discovered thatl the Indian had a breath that would stop a temperance clock. He smelled like a side walk' in front of a. wholesale liquor store The Indian was comfortably full. so full that his back teeth were floating. Sutherland thought it was a good time to get in his Work, so he began talking to the Indian about the wickedâ€" ness of looking on whiskey when it was bay, and when it giveth its color in the nose. He told the Indian of the wrecked homes. the poverty, the disgrace and death that followed the use of liquor, and wound up by pleading with him to give up his cups and join the angel band and sing odes in a tem- perance lodge. The Indian did not under- stand a word that Sutherland was saying, but supposing by the looks of his nose, and by his pleading eyes that he wanted a drink, the ‘Indian drew a large black bottle from under his blanket and handed it to Sutherland, re« marking, “ Ugh l Dam firewaterfl’ Suther- land thought he had made a. convent and telling the Indian that he was glad he had re solved to lead a different life, he took the bottle and dashed it upon the ground, smash- ing it to pieces. Well, the air seemed full of Indians. If Sutherland had tore out the In- dian’s heart he could not have hurt the red man worse. With a war whoop the Indian, jumped on the seat, took Sutherland by the hair and yanked him out on the ground. Sutherland yelled and the Indian galloped over him. The team ran away, and the In- dian mauled Sutherland. He cut open his face, italicised his nose, put a roof over each eye, and felt for his knife to stab him. Sutherland got away and ran to Stevens Point, where his wounds were bound up. He says if any gentleman wants to take the job of reforming Indians he will give up his situ- ation. He meant well but lacked judgment. â€"Peck’s Sun. â€"In 1876 more than one~half of the mar- riegeable women in England and Wales were spinsters. In 1859 five of our Eastern and Middle States had an excess of males, and {our an excess of females, ranging from 1 per cent. to 7 per cent. In 1860 only two of these States showed an excess of females, all the others a marked increase of females. In 1870 everyone of the Eastern and Middle States had an excess of wemen, the excess in Massachusetts and Rhode Island exceeding the ratio of England and Wales. â€"Parnell’s brother Te :1 fruit farmer on a very large scale in the South. EOW‘TWO of the Nihilist Prisoners were ‘ Put to Death. The prisoners Kviatkol’fsky and Presniakofi have been hanged at St. Petersburg. They were removed to the fortress from the House of Detention, where they had remained since the trial, with the other condemned prisoners. Urowds assembled on the Simconofsky Plain, expecting to see the execution. which, how ever, was arranged to take place in the fort- ress. on the glacis where Lubrovin was hanged last year, visible from more than one point outside. Although the public were rigidly excluded from the fortress one or two foreign correspondents were readily admitted on presentation of their credentials. At a quarter to eight a.m. the two prisoners were taken from their cells in the criminal car, riding with their backs to the horses,with the placard, “State criminal,” fastened on their breasts. Their arms were pinioned to iron uprights. Their legs were tied loosely. They maintained their resolution undaunted. Presniakofl engaged in continuous conversa- tion with Kviatkoffsky until the foot of the glacis was reached. Here they descended from the car and walked up the incline to the scafiold erecled on the wall. A battalion of the Finland Guards regiment, which was doing duty at the Palace on the night of the explosion, was paraded on the ground. The sentence was read, the priest approached the condemned men, who kissed the cross pre- sented by him and listened to the last prayers. Then they were arrayed in a coarse linen gar- ment confining the limbs and shrouding the head. The executioner having made the usual preparations, the execution took place. Four sturdy convicts from the city prison were brought as usual to assist in placing the corpses in the coffins. “ Yes,” Margery angwered, with a quiver RUSS).AN EXECUTIONS, GERMAN Casual) SAucm.-â€"Four yolks eggs, 2 ounces powdered sugar, grated rind of lemon, :1 glam: of sherry, and a ri*tle salt. Beat it sharply over a slow fire until it assumes the appearance of a light, frothy custard. It is a good sauce. APPLE FBITTERs,â€"When peeled and cut, put sugar over; add a little lemon juice or spirits; let the pieces soak 2 hours; then dip each piece in flour, and have ready a. frying pan with at least 2 inches deep of fat. When hot, put the apples in one at a. time ; turn over with a slice as they are doing, and serve with sugar over. All kinds of ripe pears may be done in the same way. JOHNNY CAKE.â€"Takel quart of buttermilk, 1 teecup of flour, two-thirds of a. teacupful of molasses, a little salt, 1 teaspoonful of Ruler- atus, 1 egg (beat, of course). Then stir in In- dian meal, but be sure and not, put in too much. Leave it. thin, so thin that it will almost run. Bake it in a tin in any oven, and tolerably quick. If it is not; first-rate and light. it will be because you make it too thick with Indian meal. SWEET Porno PUDDING. â€"â€"Boil one pound of sweet potatoes very tender, and press them, while hot through a graterâ€"the finer the better. To this add half a dozen eggs, Well beaten, £- of apound of fine sugar, i of a pound of butter, some grated nutmeg and lemon rind, and a glass of old branfly. Put a. paste in the dish, and when the pudding is done sprinkle the top with white sugar. finely pulverized. Mommy’s PUDDmG.â€"â€"Cut the remains of a. good cold plum pudding into finger-pieces. soak them in a little brandy, and lay them crossâ€"barred in a mould until full. Make a custard with a pint of milk and 5_ eggs, flavor- ing with nutmeg or lemon-rind; fill up the mould with it, tie it down with a cloth. and boil or steam for an hour. Serve with a little of the custard poured over, to which has been added a tablespoonful of brandy. CREAM CAKEs.-â€"â€"Boil. in half-pint water, three-quarters cup butter ; stir in while boil- ing 1%- cups flour. Take from the fire and stir in gradually five eggs, not beating them, and A; teaspoonful soda, dry. Drop on pans half the size you want them when baked. Bale fifteen or twenty minutes. Filling for the above.â€"-Boil 1 pint milk. Beat together 3 or 4 eggs, 1 cup sugar, i cup flour, and stir this into the boiling milk. Flavor with lemon or vanilla. SCALLOPED CAULIFLOWEBS.â€"B0il until ten- der; clip into neat clusters, and pack the atemps? downward into a. buttered p-ud ding- dish; beat up a cupful of bread- crumbs to a. soft paste with two tnblespoonfuls of melted butter and six of cream or butter ; season with pepper and salt, bind with a, beaten egg, and with this cover the cauliflower ; cover the dish closely, and bake six minutes in a quick oven ; brown in five more. am} serve {ery 110$ m the dish in which they were baked. .MACAROONS.â€"Blancl.l and beat half a pound of sweet almonds in a. mortar with a spoonful of water till smooth, gradually adding the whites of 8 eggs, whisked or beaten toafroth ; then mix in a half a. pound of loaf sugar. finely powdered. Spread sheets of white paper on your baking-tin, and over that the proper wafer-paper; lay the paste on it in pieces about the size ofa walnut, and sift fine sugar over. Bake carefully in a. moderately hot oven, and when cold. out the wafer-paper round. If you choose you can lay 2 or 3 all mom} strips on the top of each cake as they begin to bake. ' PARMESAN OMELET.â€"Beat up 2 eggs with pepper, salt and a. tablespoonful of grated Purmesan, put apiece of butter about as large as a. duck's egg in the omelet pan. and when it has melted pour in the eggs ; stir the omelet. with a flat wooden spoon, but cease stirring directly the omelet begins to set. Shake the pan for a minute or two to prevenfi the omelet’a burning or sticking to the pan, than double it over with the spoon, and keep on shaking until the omelet is a. nice brown color on the under side, then turn it out on a very hot dish. â€"â€"A curious defect in the Scottish univer- sities baa lately been criticised by Lord Rose- beryâ€"they do not teach modern history. Even at Edinburgh. it is onlystudents of law who have an opportunity of receiving in- struction in history; students in arts may take their degree without knowing anything of the great political names and movements of modern times. MINCE MEAT FOR Pms.â€"Shred and chop very fine two pounds of beef suet ; by dredg- ing the anal: occasionally with flour it chops morn easily and does not clog ; boil slowly but thoroughly, two pounds of lean round of, beef and chop fine (mix all the ingredients as they are prepared) ; stone and out; fine two pounds of rasins ; wash and pick two pounds of currents ; out fine half a pound of eibron ; chop two pounds of apples, weighing them after they have been peeled and coredm tablespoonful of salts; tablespoonful of ground cmnumon, a grated nutmegn saltspoonful of allapice, half as much cloves, two ounces of rose water, half an ounce of essence of almonds, half a pint of brandy, and a quart of cider. This may be kept in a. cool place all winter. If two dry add more cider. PLUM APPLE PUDDxNe.â€"~]ts airly for the rush on olum-puddingâ€"but terrapiu and. plum-pudding comes in with the holiday sea- sonâ€"and the grocers they tell me that the demand for raisins, currents, sugared citron, and such is full at month sooner than usual. This here pudding ain‘t as rich as the genu~ ine article, but is a good deal more whole. some. Weigh out a pound of good, sharp. sour apples ', when you have pared, cored,and sliced them, then you wont have much more over three-quarters of a pound , take three-quarters of a pound of good light- brown sugar, and the same of suet ; pick the suet clean, and chop that fine ; sift the same of flour; half a pound of seeded raisins is enough, and the same of currents; take 6 eggs and beat up yolks and white together ; grate one nutmeg and a. teaspoonful of cloves; boat these cloves fine ; don’t forget a heaping teaspoonful of salt; try this time a whole wine glassfull of rum, if you haven’t any brandy ; mix all this together, sxfting in the flour, little by little ; it ought to be prettyigstlff ;§ you can tie in a pudding- eloth, or bake it ; good hot or cold, and better when warmed up. ' OLD ENGLISH PLUM-PUDDING.â€"One pound of raisins, stoned and out small; 1 pound of currents, well washed, picked and .dried; quarter of a. pound of citron, out fine : half a pound of suet, shredded and out very fine, al most like flour ; half a pound of brown sugar. 6 eggs, 3 salt spoonful of ground mace, the same of allepic< , hulfas much cloves 2 tea- epoonfule of cinnamon, the some of ginger, 1 teaspoonful of s1.lt,a nutmeg grated, 1 gill of brandy, a pint of milk half a pound of bread crumbs. and half a. pound of flour. beat the yolks of the eggs, one at a. time. well into the sugar; add the spices and the salt, then the brandy and the milk; sift the flou’r and mix it well In then the bread crumbs and al the fruit, last of all the whites of the eggs, beaten to a etifl froth ; the pudding should be about the consistency of a plum cake ; butter and then flour two tin forms and put your pudding in them, (a two-quart covered milk can an- swers admirably). have a pot with boiling water, the water to come about a third from the top of the form; put the form in thep and let it boil uninterruptedly for four hours ; haven kettle of boiling water to add to your pot, as the water evaporates very rapidly. This pudding can be kept all winter in a cold dry place, and he warmed by boil- ing over for an hour. Swanâ€"Four ounces of sugar and two of butter well creamed toâ€" gether ; then beat an egg thoroughly into it, and two ounces of brandy. â€"â€"The Duke of Parkland is so pleased wi Lord Bute‘ sheave? colonies that he is going to establish several on his estates. â€"When Mrs. Pearson undertook to cut her throat at Springfield, Mass., her little boy caught her hand and bit it until she dropped the weapon. But the lad’s interference did not finally save. her, for she subsequently hanged herself. THE COOK’S COLUMN. The late engineer of the Austrian arms factory has invented a repeating rifle of novel construction, and the German infantry rifles will be converted on this model. It greatly increases the firing capacity. â€"The United States Congress will act on a. bill, reported in the last Congress, in sup port of an International Commission to agree upon standard tests for color-blindness and st-mndmrd requirements for visual power in navies and merchant marines. â€"Prof.‘Dufour, of Paris, has devised a thermometrie apparatus which is so sensitive that it will denoteâ€"by a. deflection of the in- dex needle of two inches - the change of temper-'ture caused by the entrance of a per- son into the room where it is placed. â€"A French savaut has made a careful comparative analysis of the statistical tables of suicides for France and Sweden. He finds that they establish two laws. viz. : That widowers commit suicide more frequently than married men; and that the existence and presence of children in the house diminishes the inclination to suicide both in men and 11:1 women. â€"Prof’. Palmieri considers is proven that great earthquakes are always preceded by a season of preliminary earth tremblings. He believes that by means of telegraphically connected stations for observing these tremblings it would be possible to foretell earthquakes just as storms are now foretold, and to issue warnings to all threatened die- tricts three days in advance. â€"â€"During a recent boring for water in the Wimmera district. Victoria. a tree was passed through for a. distance of six feet at a depth of 250 feet. Sevei a1 fruit stones were brought to the surface. At some period in the world‘s history a. grove of trees is supposed to have occupied this subterranean egot, and the great depth of earth now covering the remains of the vegetation indicates a. vest lapse of time since it flourished. â€"A new process of obtaining stereotype plates for prlnting has been discovered by M Emile Joanin, a. sculptor of Paris, who pro- poses to employ for that purpose the material known as celluloid. The process of prepara- tion takes enly half an hour, when the mat- ter is once in type, and the plates thus pro- duced are remarkably adapted for working on cylinder presses running at a high rate of speed, being very light. flexible and durable. In this last respect they are said to even sur- pass metal plates. --â€"» It is against the law to catch trout with nets in Cayuga. and Seneca. Lakes, but the interior” cities of this State having long been bountifully supplied from these sources, a game constable lately made a. trip on Lake Cayuga in a. small steamboat to discover and pull up gill nets He found a large number, and, while destroying, win :hot at from the he re. â€"-A German Scientist recommends paraf- fine as an efficient means of protecting woud against damp, acids and alkalies. The wood is first well diied, and then covered with a solution of one part of melted paraffine in six parts of petroleum, ether or bisulphide of carbon. The solvents evaporate quickly. leaving the paraffine in the pores of the wood. Great care should be taken in the use of the preâ€" paration, as all the substances mentioned er especially inflammable. SCIENTIFIC MISCELLANY. â€"â€"At 9. recent Berlin bird show several canaries were exhibited which attracted much attention on account of the peculiar colors of their plumage. Some were green, others were red and light brown, and others of a soft grey tint, while all differed more or less from the light-yellow of the common bird. These variations were produced by the daily use of cayenne pepper in the food of the birds. The pepper is given in small quantities at first, and the birds appear to like it. The imme‘ diate effects are, however. anything but pleas- ing to the beholder, for the feathers soon be gin to fall, giving the bird the appearance of melting ; but in a short time new feathers appear, having the curious tints observed. Mr. Card and Mrs. Snider Go 011’ With About $17,000 of Snider’s Moneyâ€" Howe Power of Attorney was Used. TORONTO, Dec. 6.«â€"On the 16th of Novem- ber John L. Card, Deputy-Reeve of Vaughan, and a member of the County Council, sloped with Mrs. Levi Snider, of Woodbridge. The parties moved in the best society in the township, Snider being worth $125,000, and (lard well-to-do. Some years ago Snider became» addicted to drink and th'l lmbit grew upon him so that he could not transact his business. He called upon his friend Card to look after his affairs and gave him power of attorney over his property. Mrs. Snider, who had the reputation of being the handsomest woman in the county, 1s only about 33 years’of age. She had often threat- ened to leave her husband: owing to his dis- solute habits but no one ever suspected she would fly with Card who is about 60 years of age and the father of ten children. About a week p1 evmus to this ime Mrs. Snider sent her two daughters to a ladies’ seminary at Whitby and gave out that she intended to visit in Florida. She made ample preparations for her departure, and called upon many of her friends. Card had not been idle, but using his position raised about $17,000 on his own and Snider's farm and came to Toronto. On the 16th Mrs. Snider came to Toronto and was joined by Card. On the 17th theyvisited Whitby, and the mother took away her daughters from the school. Since then. the couple have not been heard of. About 35,000 of Card’s notes are held in this city. â€"â€"-It is interesting to note to what extent the doctrines of evolution are taughtin our higher institutions of learning. In a paper upon the “ Critics of Evolution," in the May and June numbers of the American Naturalist, Prof. Lippincott says that at Harvard every profes- sor whose departments are connected with biologynsuch us Grey, Whitney, A. Agassiz, Hagen, Goedalc. Shaler. Furlow and Faxon â€"â€"is an evolutionist, and man‘s physical structure they regard as no exception to the law. They are said to be theists, and all conservative men. At Johns-Hopkins Uni- versity, which aims to be the most advanced in the country. evolution is held and taught. 1n the University of Pennsylvania 1111 the biological professors are evolutionistsâ€"â€"Leidy, Allen, Rotln'ock and Parker. At Yale, Michigan, Brown, Cornell, Dartmouth. Bow- doin and Princeton universities, the biological professors are in the same category. Wherev ever there is a working naturalist, he is sure to be, almost Without exception, an cvolu» tionist. A Butcher’s Body Swarming With Trlch- inee. NEW YORK, Dec. 7.-â€"A young butcher named Franz Axler, nineteen years old, came to the dispensary attached to Bellevue Hosâ€" pital on ,November 2lst. and asked for medi- cal treatment for rheumatic pains and {ever from which he said he was suffering. Dr. Hemmingway, the dispensary physiolon, sent Axler to the ward of D1" Geo. H. Muller, jr.. where a day or two afterward Dr. Muller dis- covered thut Axler was not suffering from rheumatic pains but from trichinosis. The faculty of the hospital became interested in the case, and Prof. Jenewary cut a piece of muscular tissue the size of an old-fashioned three cent piece from the pstient’s arm. It was found to contain, when subjected to microscopic scrutiny, no less than thirteen trichinm. On Saturday Axler died, and to- day an autopsy was made of his body. His entire system was found to be impregnated with trichinee ; the muscles and tissues of the body were filled with them, and in his intes- tines were found perent trichinae in various stages of reproduction. There were millions of parasites in his body, which were subjected to the microscope, when it was found to be fairly alive with them. DEATH IN THE PORKBARREL‘ ELOPEMENT, Startling news by telephone at 12 last night : ‘- Hullo !" “ Huilo !” “ Hullo-hullo~hullo.” “ Hullo l" “ Hullo. Times." “ What. is it ?” " Hullo, Palmer House." “ Springer 1” (this very faintly.) " What is it i’” “ Springer at the Palmer House." “ Good for Springer.” “ Do you get it. ?” 5; Yes.” “ Springer at the Palmer House.” ” What Springer?” u 0h 1" o’cloc) “ Conference of pr blblblblbl." “ What’s that ?” “ Gen. Weaver was pblblblbl.” “ Hullo.” ' “ Blblbl.” “ Come closer to the instrument.” “All right. Do you get it ‘3” “ Yes.” “ Gen. Weaver was present at a conference of Greenbackera at the Palmer House to- night.” “ What did they do 1” “ Blblblblbl." “ As usual?” “ Don’t you get it 1’” “ I get that. Go on." “ Resolved to call conferences of the party in all the States of the Union.” “ What for ‘1’” “ Organize the party." “ What a the use locking the stable door now? The horse ls gone. " ” What’s that ‘2” ” Who is the Greenback party I” “ It‘s blblblblblblbl. Get that i)” “ Yes, sir ; you’re right.” “You bet I am.” “ Is that all ?” “ Yes. Good night,” “Good night. Blblbl.”â€"â€"Chicago l't'mu. FIDELITY OF THE PRUSSIAN BOL- DIER. We have a somewhat comical illustration of the rigid fidelity with which the Prussian sol- dier is wont to carry out instructions im- parted by those set in authority over him in an incident that that took place the other evening during a performance of “ Fidelio" at the Town Theatre of Mayence. Herr Mann, the leading baritone of the company, was about, in the character of the wicked Don Pizarro, to undergo the penalty of his evil deeds, the stage “ business" requiring that he should be led away to confinement by two guards at a sign from the Minister of State. The brace of " supere” told off for this duty were private soldiers belonging to an arti ery regiment in garrison at Mayence â€"two st iy Brandenburgere, drilled and disciplined a nicety. As they took up the position assigned to them on either side of Pizarro. previous to marching him oi! the stage, the chorist in- trusted with the part of “ other commanding escort” Whispered to them, “ Remember, the man is a state prisoner; guard him carefully.” Obedient to orders. they led Pizarro away to his dressing room, where he rapidly exchanged :his theatrical costume for private clothes, 1and, opening his door, was about to go home lto supper as usual, when, to his amazement. ‘he found his passage barred by a couple of crossed halberds. Indignantly inquiring of the inflexible supers facing him with out stretched weapons " what they meant by in- terfering with his movements,” he received the stolid reply that ”they had strict orders to guard him closely as a State prisoner, and that he must not attempt to leave his room." Some time elapsed before the accidental arri- val on the spot of the stage manager (whose authority, they were induced. with difficulty, to recognize) resulted in these worthy fellows ” recovering arms,” and in Mr. Mann’s eman- cipation from restraint. â€"London Talegraph. ~Tha price which England is to be called upon to pay out of the pockets of the English Scotch and Welsh taxpayers, in order to set: tle forever the disquieting Irish land ques‘ion, is. according to the Starist the very modest amount of “$00,000,000. â€"â€"The fond mother tucked her little son into his comfortable not last night. Then turning to her husband with a proud look, she exclaimed, “Now, I have my Boy- cotted.” The husband is a raving manic. A Wealthy Old Lady Starving to Duhh. â€"A visitor at Venice complains ;that gon- .loiasvare painfully suggestive in their general get ugof floating hearsss. â€"The Scotch honey harvest, last year al- most a failure, has this year been very gooi. This honey, having the taste of thyme and heather, is in great demand. MONTREAL, Dec. 2.â€"A case of extreme miserliness has come to the notice of the au- thorities. In the east end of the city, on Lag anchetiere street has resided for many years in an old anddilapidated house ofthree stories an elderly maiden lady in a state of comparative destitution. She led the life of a recluse, and was almost unknown by sight to her nearest neighbors. A laboring man was the only visitor. and he went there once a day to do some trifling chores. The house was poorly furnished and all the surround- ings bore the stamp of poverty Yesterday the choreman could not effect an entrance, and, suspecting something was wrong, he sp- pealed for assistance. 0n the door being forced open the aged woman was found lying in her night clothes on the floor in a cold room and quite unconscious, She was im- mediately transferred on an ambulance to the general hospital, where she was placed in a private room. The extraordinary feature of the case is the fact that this victim of ami- serly feeling is rolling' 1n wealth 'She has been discovered to be worth $75, 000 in money be- sides vast property in real estate in the city. She has not recovered sufficiently from 1101 state of unconsciousness to give a rational account of herself. The Times says editorially of the probable character of the President’s Message: The portion of the Presidential Message which comes most home to Englishmen is that re- ferring to the fishery disputes on the Cana- dian coast. President Hayes will apparently tell Congress that Earl Granville has receded from the position taken by Lord Salisbury on this matter. A new commission will be pro- posed to adjust the contested cases. There is often a great advantage in the advent of new men in office. as misunderstandings can be removed by a change of language without any change of meaning. The doctrine imputed to Lord Salisbury and the late Governmentâ€" that the local laws of the Canadian Dominion could overrule the obligations of a treaty made by the Crownâ€"was never advanced by them. The real point at issue between Lord Sali bury and Evarts was the true meaning of t obligations of the Washington Treaty in re. aard to the concurrent privileges of citizens of the United States and the Dominion on the coasts of the latter. This point may have been misconceived, the language of Earl Gran- ville may have removed the misconception ; but this, and no other point. was in dispute. It is, however, malt desirable that the whole question shall be settled in a more perma- nent fashion than that contemplated by the Treaty of Washington. Under its provisions the fishery privileges were made the subject of an extraordinary kind of lease for a term of years, as if it was the purpose of the n - tiators of that treaty to provide recurring caeions for a quarrel. If a new commission be appointed, an eflort should he made to ef- fect a final settlement of the Whole matter. A cable dispatch to the Glob: under date Dec. 6th, says : THE FISHERIES QUESTION The London Times on the President‘- Message. THE VOICE OF THE V’PHONE. A FEMALE MISER.