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SJ Joe Bar-hell‘s son was followingâ€"with u dificrenceâ€"in the steps of his father, am leaving England and hearts he had madl sore behind him. He was freeâ€"free 1v go Where he would, and carve on his fortune Will] the lessons of the past he hind hlm Wha'ewr come to pass in th: inbure. he would at leuun be human. 1-]. went down from the saloon dr ck to the +0- loon. and asked for a. small bottle of cham- pagne, for he fell. badly shaken, and need 0 a reviver. After that, he was not going to b extravagant, but he could afford five-shil ling’s worth of delighh and aelf~gmlulatioz after all he had endured. The wine. at his request, was poured into a big soda. wan-l glass,and as he held it and watched th- beaded bubbles winkling at the brim, his heart, sent up a bubble or two of joy to hn eyes; and as he sipped, things looked dim “ Tnauk you," said young George chokin " Gaod bye, uld England 1 " he thoughb. fit was guiug away a rsscued felon, utsgrwed and dis -wned. and only (‘If all his friends) the man he had iniured clung to him. The steward approached. “ Banner gm ashore, nuw sir.” " Good bye," said the Old scoundral, “ an‘ God bless you! You ll be met at Melbourne They’ll know the ship you’re coming by. 1 shall send 'em a message by wire.“ “ Good-bye, sir." said the younger rogue 0.11 Gsurge gave a limp hand to him, and hurried ashore. Dreadmg to be recoguiz d. yet afraid to leave until he had see'n the Jan of his protege. lest even now some stroke 01 fortune should prevent him from gomg, hu lingered on the quay. At eleven o‘click to the minute.the splendr’d ocean g uing steamer began to move ; slowly and heavily she for~ 518d ahead ; and old George Seeing, his young namesake now on neck, rah alougsxde puifing and painting until bhd cleared Lho duck~gate and steamed majestically down the river. There was a great crowd aboui him. and hats and hankeichiefs were waving on the BtFBmEI and on the quay, anu land and water alike senli on! a cheer. Hur rub and good bye, from quay to deck ann deck 30 quay. Hurrah! Guod bye 1 Hurrah! In a while all went quiet. and old Gcorge walked away a free man. The certificale dt- stroyed. the wicked Righiful Heir forever banished. what had he to fear ? He put thai problem to himself a hundred times, and he always answered, “ Nothing,” though lhere was a dread within him which would not be appeased. 7‘ Wuat is tbeer for me to be afraid on ?' he asked himself, and always answered “ Ijonbing.” But the voice inside said. “ Everything Tue whole worldnmde chapter of accideuu Any and every little wind of chance. Me§ your conscience l” As poor old George‘s evil fortune would have 1|, the very next Sunday morning. when he went lo church, the incumbent at Tutu) preached from nine this text ; _ “ What shall i‘ profit: a mén if he gain 1hr whola world and lune his own soul .9" The young cnmiuul began to think. Ii his tamer cut him «if, and mm was likely enough, Dumb wuuld mberim whatever there was. Dinah had always been very fond ul him and was not the soxt of Woman to cheat a brother of his rights. He did bar so much cream. and he bauuu so see mm. Lhele Wu: hope. utter all. Sue wuuld run he iuflueucsu by Mr. Busuell. flud in would be easy in tin: her. Sue ouuld non have gone 3W8.) and in“ no trace bcmud Tue released convict did not weep any more and ins cumpuulou, Enough nu was renequ by that, Inc:. had upon mm a connrwwnmy feeliug than the goung luau uugnb w thc been moved anew by me last evAdence of must and kmduers. The Duidfi amt bustle of LL18 docks Wrtu a. great meal to Mr. Bushell, to: he saw 111 every smsnger a p :ssible acqufliu tunes, and tn» dnuger of detcczion gunned imminent. and humble. He rusnxd young George abumd ship, Lherefure,nnd WHJL down with him into the nulom, when; he began to feel fcverish mm suapnnse and fear. 1‘ If you want to write to th m. send through me, an’ 1’11 find means to turwm-u your_cuuse." “ film an' yuurâ€"sister"â€"-he half boggled M the Word, he had mother so strongly 111 [Ht mind- “ an‘ the leks an Qu u-ryLuour, naw all gone away mgelher nobody knows wlleer Blu â€"" â€"rememhering what ths scarcely agreed Wllll ms prumlse â€"” I shall try to firm your {album and pursuade hm to when Lu you a mu, if 1 hear guod news 01 you.” " 1'11 mek' eflms." ha Whispbl'bd behino his hand. “ LO find oub wheer your foiku are. an‘ thter's no manner of doubt I shall he found ’em More you get to Mslbourue,” “ It will has. Ling ééarou, elm-5r,” and young George to himsell drearin and with an ludldr reprqgob. “ You know as Mr. Banks has sold the SM loan. don't you ?” he asked. " I dou’i know in. air,” answered George with downoust eyes. “ I will follow your advica. air, in all things,” hi4 young (Emerge fmuuly. " ’l‘ueer’a nobody." so the old man cogi» flaked, “ as he's likuxy to wme so, lets i’ the pines." DJmel had gone, no man seemed bu know whither. Joun Kuen had faded our, of sight. 50 had Ethel and Dumb. And young George was oanuinly iguumnt of their thex-eabouls. It. might be as well to team t at. Y-uug Gdurgu obeyed like 8. mm ina dtnam. Even yet. he was not used no is. “Now, Mr. Banks." said Ihe 0d man, leaning forwald and drawing loudly as sue tour~wueeler jolled along Lbs cobbled pnvunaun of the street, " 1 want y u to understand as them ain't thr last help you'll no:le from ms if you de Serve it. Tue worlu’s alum you, an‘ I look to yuu to do Well. You‘ll be Wlse to givu all ypur pans acquaintance in this onumry the, go by. and l'cLLllnd nobody of yuur crime, It I hear good accounts of you, I shall do n.) best to iuflueuce your tamer to ovexloox your ofiuuue, buL you‘ll be W139 nut to altrmpt to wrileto him uuull advxse you. 1))e hear?’ BY DAVID CHRISTIE MURRAY. egistered in nocoruimue with the Copyrigh Act of 1875‘] Thus benefactor and protege sat together, each busily engaged in the hnoiwmkiug of his own eoul. until the sound of {dotstepe m the corridors. the calling of voices and the flapping of doors, brspoke the home aliw Again, and they ndjuurned to their private titling r0 1m together. There the old man ordered breakfast, and, by way m‘ maintain ing his character. murmured a. clumsy grue- nbove it, which Sulludtd, even in the repent- autjui b.rd‘s ems, as though it were uu- habi uul. Bleekfmst, for Which neither of the two had any gent appetite being tiui<hed Mr. Bu<heil auleJ [or his b 11 aud pud it, saw )oung George into a but Wheeler, «nd h a luggage pherd on top. and himself enter ing. was driven to the d03k1. 0 1 the my thither he drew out a futtish pocket bank wmoh young Ur u I‘Je had twnce or thrice seen before. uni producing from it a. hu 1116 of bank notes. he began to thumb them (in-«fully over. wunst the Watcher’s heart beat With a flattering eXpeerancv v “ N :w don‘t let’s have no moor snivellin’,’ said uld George, rather bill al.y He was alraid of bring named, and at, the burr thoughn uf encountering anybody known to him un animated and u preumuxbiou of that lwimmiug m the head cwme back uuon him " l‘un ‘em in you poukec,“ he cuuuuued " Tueur’u what. I promised you, 311‘ now you’re provnded fun” Uouut them," {sail the Christian bene- Iacror, handing the uuudm across. Young George with nerVuus fingers to'ld thrm ofl'. Twenty ten pound Bank of Eug- luud notes It was an amdzmg relief to have them in his hands. though, unions as it. may men) it was only meu that and “up occurred to uim mat hm brnrvolr-nh rescuer migm have remitted the money to Messrs Nully and Tuluuu of M lbourue. “ Wuat, du you mule ’em ’2“ asked Mr. Bushell. " Two hundred pound, sit," said the other tremlnmgr JOSEPH'S COAT Btm, bun, Chalibun I Have a new name and be». new man I On the Atlmmc vuyuge he made new rriends under his new name me name “a- Lhe best he could think of~gemlemsmb but not. to SWQl‘ibh, and represented as we Know, by an honorable family in his own dis. ‘urict. His hair grew. his moustache was rapidly approaching its normal farcinating ixoou and cm]. and his cheeks had recovered aheir color. before the ship’s look-out. Sighted \‘audy Hook. And how about his spixilum c vndilion 7 “79”. perhaps that was not. 9.] ogethtr satisfactory even to the young man vlimself. A certain number of lies were necessary, of course. Or rather, let us den. He went ashore at Queenstown, and came hack with regret painted visibly upon his mile and interesting countenance. His in structions had not arrived, and he was com pelled to stay behind until the dispatch ol the next vessvl. Prop‘;e quite condoled with mm. and said“ good-me" iu the friendliest ind muss. regretful manner, considering the Drevny of their acquaintance with him. His Jugguge was put ashore. and the captain gave him instructions as to the best Wny of going about to obtain a. consideration {or his last passage~money in the next vessel of the same line, and eVen wrote a note introducing him to the Queenbtown agent of the firm. l‘he young gentleman tore his card from thr up of his trunk and extracted the tacks. Hr had his portmsnteaus painted with the initials “G 0.." and his big chest painted ‘ Mr. George Uheston." He got nis cards engraved and printed with the name of Mr o‘reorge Chestun, and he shipped himself by ‘he very earliest vessel to New Yoxk. And then. when he stood upon the veerel’s deck tlld passe! fiom Queeustown hsi'bor.:he felt hlmfirli doubly freeâ€"free of the old crime and HIV, free of the name associated with it. The past was wiped out. was really dreadfully ill." With suchllke scraps of imaginative auto biography did our ~youthful truvaller begune ume and the mid-lle aged lady, until the call to dinner. He already felt himSelf again, md if his geiety was sometimes a. little Ll‘emuluufl. whet also could be looked for in a man so pdllld â€"a poor fellow only recentl) recoVered from a most proetrating illness? tie declared on deck again in the evening Ihat the sen air was already doing him a world ol good after the o|o~e confinement ol his â€"eick room ; and probably it was. His regrets about the sacrifice «f the voyage, eVrn lore. week or two, were almost aflecdng Ht- uad such a longing for the sea. and had 80 looked forward to it, and now, poor thing, his hopes were dashed. It is certain that il he had continued the voyage as he began it, the ladies at least would have potted him urodigiously. Awell set broad shouldered voung fellow. With a handsome figure and a face by no means unhandsome, a pleasant tenor Voice, a look and tone approaching to the look and tone of culture~a released zelon, yes, but once Ethel Donne’s chosen armband. Quite a taking young person, and almost in Luster cspirils just then, as migm owe been predicted of him, considering the circumstances. "1 had hoped,” he said, “to pick up health n little on the voyage. I have been longing for the sea for a. mouth pawn.” rccyvcred from a, fever. Had to shave m) baud," said George With quite a fine-grnlle- <uau manner, " audmrap me down. Imag- i Ind 311 eons of horrors. don‘t you know, and was really dreadfully 111." “ Nothing, thank you." suswerei George‘ and so they parted mutually ssnhfied. “ A lree man again! a. free man again!" the champagne sang through all his pulses. A lied mun again. and not s soul to suspect him here. l‘he lie had prospered. It sounded nmtuml enough â€"Why should it no: prosper I Who was to guts; man he had broke a. cum psol’l with the only friend he had in all the world, by not. going to Melbourne. He talked ‘0 his fdov passengers abnuh iuâ€"whsb a nulsunce it was. this prubability of his having [.0 may in Qileeufitovvfl ~und they took an imeresn lu Lhe case, and had arguments about lha pl'ububllllits and nonâ€"probabilities of a I'rLlll‘ll 0! his pnswge money. uuiil Georgi: uiiu elf began 1:) ha interested in the muttuv mo, and half buliswd hisowu tale. [is grew llesL pitheuo iu his iuuieubs toa middlr .g d lady with whom he fall into Islk on the saloon duck. That was true enough, but the middle aged lady would have been almle astonished n ue had suown to her the where and when of me longing. me lady “ I all) when I get it," said George with uhasleued gm ety. and line lady was so corr- pluisaub as no 8111119. “ qut am only new!) “ Anything else I cm tell you 1“ asked the captain. fiudmg hxmself summoned Lby his first officer. “ Just b»fore leaving my hotel to come aboard thi< morning.” and Gcorge, “ I re cmved a telegram instructing me to call at levenslown. and m a certalu eventuality tn mmainlhere to await new instructions. In use llmve to stay and to follow by the mm vessel, will it be compatent for me to recovm my passage money or any part of it 7" “ I trust not,” said young George. " How long do we stay at. Queeusnowu ‘1’” “ Eight hours, sir.” said the captain. " That," Bald George, carrymg on his comedy, and domg Ins hast. to make i3 life- Jlke, " is a. very short time.” -‘ We move iaiong no Nadays,"said the cap min with a cheerful laugh. “ Yuu do indeed," saiJGeorge. “This is a very fine boat,” " [have rather awkward, uxr, am c in," said the man good humoredly. “ Yes," and Geawe coudewendingly. "How long I» we stay at. Queenstown 7" “ ‘ ighn hours. air." the man answered. “ DBal‘ we I" said George, “ no more xhan that! I may have to stay in Qaeenrtowu fur the next snip. You had better leave it out.” In a pocket of the suit of clthea he Wore â€"-â€"tbe very sun: in which he hull been nr rPsLed â€"George had- 8. card-case, and produo mg Lhis,he drew futh a card and SnW the man tack it on lo the chest. Then he marched away to find the oautuin. The) were in the Irish Channel by lhii lime, and Inning; luver weather and smooth water. [‘he first. bustle of depirnure W43 over. and [he captaiu was at. leisure to advise a. first- clans pussenger. “ The company’s agent will see about that at Queensnewn." said the capnaiu. “ Bun." in; suave pollteness. " I trust you Want have to leave us." ‘ and blurred to him. seen through than thin tears” He sipped his wine and thought It was necessary to escape at Queenstown it he meant to evade Messrs Nully and Tulseu at all. Very Wellâ€"but was ii necessary to sacrifice his luggage? That would be a pity, and would be ungrateful into the bargain The two porsmanteaus were in the state roem but the big chest was on the deck waiting to be lowered into the hold. He finished his line. walked out, and looked at it. So far, it bore no distinguishing markâ€"for in thr lush and hurry of his preparations. the pmuliug of name or initials had be forgotten George thought that fortunate. “ George Banks ” was not 9. 20nd name to go through the world with. aftrr What had happened to the holdrr of it; and though he was registered under that ride in [he list of the ship's passengers, he decided that I.th was me mat lime he Wuuld bear it \anlflh he ate Ml looking dreamxly at the chest and engi- tmng, u sulor on c pitated his thoughts Into sudden from for action by preparing to haul away the trunk towards the 0pm hold. “ I am not yet certain,” young George said, rehuarriug this final mceasary lie «I his upon the aeaumn bvfure trying 1n elsewhare. “I am h uoked for Mwlbdurne. but until I reach Q wenstown I cnuuo: tell whether or not I auall have to forfeit my passage money.” “ Steady, there,” said George. “Don‘t, slow that {may yet.” “ Aiu‘iims for Melbourne!" asked the man. " I’ll put it in last thing. sir.“sa?d the man. "so man you can gel; at it easy. But. there's no name on in.” Yoli (1?) not enjoy good health 7” said “ 1 think.” he said, crossing his legs negli» gently, and speaking with a socier drawl, There was nothing else to be done, and the long‘lost Joe h led off his old chum‘s brother [0 his own sitting room, and there began to pump him. But first the imposter, desperate- Iy, teelmgit needful to clear we ground a male for himself. and to carry the thing off with a good air. pal; one or two questions to bun. N Well, any to~morrow night. Come to my room now, if you you‘ve Lorhing else to do. and have a smnke and a talk and a glass ot wme. Do! " “ I dare say that you've heard Sir Sydney speak of me. He was the last man I shook hands with on leaving England. Al low me tooffu' you my card. My name's Bushell~Joseph Bushell. Your brother and [mm at school together, and were great chums years ago. “ Thank you.” said the newly made ac- quaintance wnh tranquil heav-tineas, “ thank you, It does a man good to meet a face that comes out of the old country. You won‘t mind my asking youawill you? 7 come and dine with me tofnight. quietly. We’ll go to Delmonico‘s and have a. room to our selves, and a. good dinner and a good talk. Will you ? " George perforce took the profiered card and produced one of his own. “ Mr. Geurge Uheslon. Wurley Hall, Stafiordahire.” He felt singularly ill at ease, and would rather not have met an old friend of his brother's, though of come it was difficult to say so. " Tuanks." said the impostor‘ pledggdrfur to night ” " Sir Sydney is my brother." replied young Gnome. “ That. is my age,” smd Georgestiffly. Had he been the man he pretended to be, there wue nothing in the stranger’s manner at. which he would or could have taken offence. Of course there are ways and ways of asking questions. but the grave man's way was provocative of trust genial and frank. though alw»3s tinged, even when he smiled, With a look which no man ever wore whose life had not been crossed by some very considerable trouble. . “ Excuse me for asking,” said the stranger, “but I‘ve been away now for a quarter of a uentury or thereabouns. and that‘s a long Lime. Has Worley Hell changed hands 7 " “ Oh dear. no," answered George. “ Excuse me for asking. again.” pursued the stranger, “ but I heard you speaking of your place, Worley Hall in Smfiordehire, and l didn’t; catch your name. Since the old place is in the same hands, I needn’t; ask it. You’re a. Uheeuon. of course." There the stranger’s mild gravity gavu way to a smile, and the smile was pleas-mt and inViling. “ My name is Chéslon," said young George, wiih an approab to nauceur iuhls vows and manner. " Eb 7" said the stranger with a new smlle. ‘ Did the old boy marry again? I beg your pardon. But I should have thought you boo old for that.” “ Now, I should have 3hought," resumed his companion, regarding him with candid friendly eyes, “that you were six and twenty 13 theleast. And you can’t be more than Lhree~and-twenty. at that rate.” “ So Sydney got married. did he?” said the stranger. “ My fanhar remarried comparatively late In life," said George, feeling very “ill at ease under this examination. -‘ I hope," aaiJ the other with a singular mlld gravin ol Inca and voice, “ that you WJu’a charge me W1th eavesâ€"dropping. bur. I heard you hulking lasz night. wich those young gentlemen at. the billiard~table. You msn~ uoned a place at. home that 1 used to know very well when I was a lad." ‘7‘ Indeed ?" said young George carelessly. He fluttered a. lit 19 a! this, and fl >urished a named handkerchief afloul 11.5 face to hide a momentary confusion. “ You are an Eng» lishman 7” “ Yes," said the stranger with the same mild gravity ; “ a South Stafiord man.” ‘- Indeed ?" said George again, and blew his nose wilhwiolence. 1iently with him, and call them-not lies, but ~vinionary circumstances called into being fly the exigencies of the case, and employed necessarily as a. background and plot to stand on for the new figure which now filled the place of GeOrge Banks in the scheme of "the florid. Grant that, under the conditions in which helwas placed, a strict veracity would have been quixotic.und that a. little new color was excusable. The mischief is that when a. men turns artist in that direction, he loses his sense of strict necessity, and suldom pauses at its bounderies. In brief, young George's lies were more than equal m the ciicumstences, and, led away by his new name, he had gone so far as to ask one or two people to give him a look-up at. his brother‘s place in Staflordshireâ€"Sir Sydney‘s pluce-â€"Worley Hull. “Dear Old Std"â€"SO the good natured youngster was satirfied to call himâ€"would be delighted to see any friend who had known him in Amer- ica. ‘ “ Beautiful day.” Bald the young English aristocrat. The grave stranger tilted his hat. buck, nodded seriously at George flicked the ash Irom the and of his cigar, and went on smvking. By-andâ€"by he spoke. “ No; quite half a year." said George. Phat day seven weeks he had said farewell to (he duplain. But there was n6 need to tell the stranger that. “ Well, yes,” returned the other. “ That is so." George offered one or two other remarks of the some sort. and the two were gilding into talk, when some of the habitual pool-players came in and the game began. The grave man sat awhile and watched, until he had finished his drink and smoked out his cigar, when he arose and Went away. Next afternoon George (same across him again as he was leaning over the balcony wizhacigar in his mouth and his hat tilted forward. “ Yoii are hot loné awayl from England, I believeufiir 7" New York. like other places. is pleasant to men who have leisure and money. Our young fi'ienl engaged much in games 0! mi: glad ch‘ince and skill, and prospered so amazingly with the not very skilful but moneyed young Englishman who had voy- aged out with him that his funds increased for the first month in spite of extravaganaes But when at length they continued their trav- els and left him behind, he did beuin to think seriously about making aliving. So many peo ple already knew him in New York, that he could not possibly debcend from his anoial pedestal in that city. and ha felt that he mu 4t go mither afield. But while: he considered what it would be best to do, he hung on at he big hotel. where he amused himself by night at pool on an English table. and pretty nenemlly won at it. One eyeninp, before the usual party had assembled. a grave looking man of middle age strolled in, and asked for a drink and a cigar. Being provided, the grave looking man sat down and smoked peacefully, and now and then sipped at his liquor through a straw George had seen the newcomer at table d’hotw, but had never exchanged a. word With him. The middle-l mad man sat at one and of the tab'e. and‘ GrOl‘gB at the other, and until now they had never encountered. “ We a fine evening. sir," said George in his pleasanfi tenor voice. as he louugcd resplendent on a settee facing the grave mm’s seat. “ That. is so, sir,” said the grave man. “Isuppose,” and the friendly George, “ that your climate is pretty severe here in the winter time 7” This newly-discovered relationship with a wealthy English baronet made it necessary. if Only for the dumin of the family, that the traveler should put up at a. first-rate home]. One or two of bus trawling comrades were doing the same thing, and advised him to ollow in their steps. He was knocking about for his health. and though: of taking a run across the prairies. and see if he couldu’L get. picked up in that way. And so fairly afloat on the pleasant rapids once again. he glided along quite gaily, with his Mush she briefest crackle of thorns, pour foul! “ Not married!" said Jae in a bewildersd way. “ Then why the deuce should my unclr George have smd she was?" " Made a mlstake, I supposp,” said George more languid and fine gentlemanlxke than “ I remember it well enough now you call it to mind," said George, recovering from his yawn. “Syd used to call there, and he was a lime sweet on Dinah, too, in a quiet wax. No harm in it, you know, for I believe she'« always been a, deuced good sort of woman - religious, you know; that sort of thing " And the aristocrmio youth yawned again stretching 13th his arms in luxurious aban donment. Perhaps had his companion had a. reason for watching. he might; have caught a. tone of tremor in the young rascal’s voice, and have thought the want of interest over done. “ "l‘wasn‘t true, if ha did,” said George. yawnjng outright this time. “ But you scar‘éeiy femeuibered the house just; Pow 1’" “ I’ll be hanged if she" did?" said George with well bred languor. ‘- She's an old maid.” " Whm?“ cried Joe. Then moderating his voxce and manner, “My uncle Wrote and told me she was married, if I'm not mm- taken.” “ I think 561: must be mistaken," said Joe. " You must be." “ Sure I’m not," said George, casting his armefiabroad and gaping lazily. " When I was a lad,” said Joe, hardening his heart: for the leap, “ I used to think old Daniel‘s diughter the prettiest girl in the world. You don't know whom she married, do you ?" “ Married ?” said George, thrown off his guard for a. second. “ Yes,” answered the otherâ€"“ married.” " You don’t mean -â€"â€"-? Gonfound itâ€" Whnt‘a the woman‘s name ? â€"Dinah ?" “ Yes. I do." returned Joe. " She mar I”in two or threeaud Syemy years ago. “Ah, yes! I know in now," said George with a. creditany realisnio air of sudden remembrance. “ Syd calls there sometimes in the same way} Yes, 593. I know in 0! course.” before he had become ulto- “ether too grand a. young man he had indeed served Wm) his ow; hand-z thal glass of home-brewed the geniu baronei loved. He bore the unexpected turn the talk had taken with great eangtrond, afiex the first enquiry had been made and answered. I‘VI fancy net," enid George. “ I believe he has retired. Some family troubles, I think I heard.” He felt his coolness under fire to be credit~ able to him. “ Family troubles 7” aaked Joe. ” I don’t know, I am sure,” George answered yawning a. little as H the conversation bored him. But his companion was casting about. in his mind how to get further, and the byâ€"play was lost upon him. “ I used to be there a good deal myself.” said Joe, “ when I was a. youngster. The) bad the firab billiard table there am: ever was imroduced to that. part of the world Old Banks used to keep iIâ€"Daniel Banks. I suppose he’s gone, too ?" Joe helped him to Ihe topographical lines. and added : “ Their notions of on hotel in final part of the world used to be primitive.” said Joe approaching the ground he wanted to get at with great caution. “ I suppose they haven‘t got this pitch even yet ?”â€"waving his hand abroad as he spoke. “ N): exactly." George replfid. “ The Ssracen's Head was one of the oldest of those places in my time," said Joe wiih apparent carelessness. “ Do you know it ? ” George was blowing his nose again, and look ed up a little flushed, perhaps by the violence of me exertion. “ I beg pardon ‘2 ” “ The Semeen’s Head,” said Joe again. " Is it standing yet ? ” ” The Sauce‘fiy?” maid George with counter» failed reverie. " The Sarucan ?" “Old Sir Sydney, your fmher, always pulled up there for a. glass of homebruwed when he rode over to the petty sessions Wednesdays and Saturdays.” ” In was an odd old place, as I remember it," said Joe after a little pause. “ Then used to be a. lot of queer build‘ngs aboutâ€" gables and dormer windows, and so on. I suppose that's all changed? ” “ Yes," said George, his mind recurring to the Saracen, of whose allered condition he was of course unconscious. His companion struck his very thought. Very well managed on the whole, “that I have heard Syd speak of you. Yau’re a nephew of old G« orge Bushell’s, the great mine proprietor 7 " " No " returned George, rather startled by this question. “ I‘ve heard he died before I was born. You didu’h know that? ” " Nu," said the other gravely. “ I didn’t know in " " You bolted '2" said George, growing more and more inuxed to the situmion. "Yea," said Joe Bushell. “I ran awa) from home.” “â€" He wasn’t a. great mine proprietor in my time." said Joe, gravely smiling again, “ but he was my qucle. He’s alive? " “You lost 3 mt of money by it,” said George easily. “I've heard Syd say than your gowruor left your Uncle Gcorge a quur ter of a million." There was a. memory somewhere for Jo. Bushell in the face of his new acquaintanm Mr. George Cheslou, his old cumpanion‘r younger brotherâ€"a suggestion Which town ed him curiously, perplexing him th she while. It was not a. memory of Chestou for the young mm was not llke Ghescon ii theleast. Was ilâ€"7 noâ€"Hang itl Whul was in? They cuuld never have met before, 0! course, and yet Joe was certain that 1:. had seen the face somewhere: The fact wm that the young scoundrel was unworchin like his mother. and that it was this resembluuc to her which at once attracted and puzzlm his father Joe fan. but could not trace. it» likeness -could not identify in with anybody ; but his heart warmed to the youngster. “And so," be said, “my uncle’s a greai mine-owner, is he ‘2” " One of the richest men in the distriol.’ said George. pulling away at one of his hOBl/r cigars. “ This is good tobacco.” He war not going to be overâ€"interested in the conver sation, having a general notion that a. gentle- man born and bred ought to be really inter ee‘ed in nothing which does not concern himself, N05 to admire was all the art bk knew. “ I suppose he’s still a bachelor ?” “ Quice superior to feminine blandish menus, I fancy," said George. “ One couldn’i fancy him making love under any sort oi circumstances." “ No,” said Joe, lingering on the word. " I suppose not. Has everybody quite givau me up 101‘ dead on that side of the waner, d, you know 7" He put this question with a short laugh which had no merriment in it, whatever other feeling might be there. “ Well,” answered George, casling him self luxuriously back in his chair and blow» iuga. lazy cloud, “I’m almost inclined to think they have. Syd has, I know." “ 0h )éfl,” said George, somewhat remver ing his ease. “ I know the old be well.” . n. . . - A A , 5’ , , 1* flis brother Joe, my father,”daslgéa Joe â€"“ 18 he alive 7 ” “So much as that," said Joe quietly. " Well. I‘m glad chle George had 1c. He wasa good old fellow was Uncle George." Ele sighed inwardly and murmured to himself “ Poor old dad I" “ Eh ?“ said George. “Nothing. There are great changes in the place. I nuppt Se ?" “ Great chwges. Town hall and firm library in the. High street. Two or shree new banks The place grows, sir, rap'dly.” “ Ah 1 No (baht-130 'da'ubc." Grea cbgpgeg ~grg-at c‘mnges ” Hui drooping head Brushed his brown beard upon hxs breast, and his voxoe fell again inn: a. murmur as be repeated, “ Great changes.” CHAPTER XXII‘ He had quite made up his mind to end his days in the country of his adoption, and was resigned to see England no more. But this, most strange news of Dinah put all his rem lutions out of joint. He could see now that he was in reality a thousand times as criminal as he had thmght hidelf, self condemning Hts hli thoughts had ulwu)S been. Not happy, not forgetful, not married and comtorted by the love of children, but living to a cold and long since Widowed middle age. Ah! that made a difference. He tried to picture her as she would be after so long a space; but could do nothing but reicall her as she said. “ No, Joe, no; you couldn’t have the heart to eave me I" And then again: " Go, and God bless you, my own dear, dear. ever dearest Joe 1 ” And then ugaiu: “ Will you let me keep my marriage lines ? " His last failure towards her l And then the waving hand, the tear-soiled {009. the pretty figure in white muslin. and the demurely~m quetlish straw hat! He heard and saw again, though it was all so old and hr away. Meantime, as Joe sat unconsciously amok ing, with the voice of his youth’s wife in his ears and her form in his eyes, his Vlsltor stood at the window congratulating hImself, in spite of a faint conscientious qualm, on the success of his assumption of his charao~ her. It was an odd chance which had thrown him into the company of a relative of 1115 late employer’s ; but the association was not likely to last long, and might be turned to some advantage while it lasted. For Joe though five and-twenty years since a runaway Iron; home, had now a look of solid and set- The story of it wild, disjointed life suc‘i as he had lived most of these years of abBBIJCr- would hardly pay for telling here. He dil a hundred things for a living, and throve at none of them, until he got a berth aboard it , river steamer. and after two or three years become a. river pilot. Then, having in Elleâ€" course of two or three years more saved a «ittle money, he went westward to Fusion. and there started a store in partnership with mother Englishman, Who was loud at mom lug, noon. and night wit i denunciations ol American dishonesty. When they had made a. nice little pile together, this true born Briton took advantage of a. fever from which his partner snfirred, and. realising the wholi estate, he fled. taking a ship in Hung-Kong, mil leaving Joe behind him, friendless, deli i-ious with fever, and without one cent to chink against another. At this terii'ble juuc» Lure turned up a bearded ruf‘fin, by name MacKune, who, by way of giving his own liteâ€"history the lie, nursed the stranger through his fever and saw him back to health again. Mackane had money. and thought well to invest it. He trusted Joe at sight, after the curious manner of his kind. and the two started a. store on the old linesâ€"Jae finding knowledge of the business, and Met-Kane provid int: the stock l‘he two throve amazingly in their busi- ness, land went in for landtjobbing with equal success. Then MacKane, who was a noble fellowbut a confirmed rowdy, fell by a revolver bullet and died, b. queathing every thing to his partner. And so from small things to big. and from big to bigger pro grossed Joe Bushell. and he was now here in New York to arrange the sale of a. c.insidera.- ble proprity in a. Western town on the great l’noific line; a man firmly established on a broad business bottom, and highly respected by all who knew him~firet for his dollars (dollars provide the shortestcut to judgment), , and next for his sterling and blameless private character. [have never sought to conceal from my. self my opinion of his conduct. He acted badly, criminally, like a. fool. I know it. I admit it. But there are men whose failings we condone, whose follies \ve forglve. Whose «ins we pity. Let young Joe be of them. do was sinned against as well as ginning Women who read this story wil‘ probably be hard upon him m their judgments â€"and w1ll be tight, beyond a. doubt. Bu: many years. at poverty and remorse are in themsl Ives hard judgment on a. man ; and he had suffered, as you and I do when we miebe'ieve ourselves ; rmd had grown wiser and better, as you and I sometimes fail to do. The long errant Joe has sinned and suffer- ed and amended. Let us take him back no friendship. Nobody ever told a .story completely« out even a Chinese dramatist. For an every Juaracter in any story the influences of a whole world are pouring every lay, and the most painstaking of chroniclers must let some things be taken or granted. I cannot do more than indicate hung Joe's history here. If you want to appreciate the outer changes which have come upon him, think of the alterations time nae worked on any young fellow you may have known five and twenty years ago. A ittle figure grown set. a figure but an eagle’s talon in the wai‘t-grown portly, a smooth race lined and bearded. an open brow corru- gated, locks crisp and curled and golden turned to a darker shade and streaked with grey, and maybe a little thinned at top. Young Joe, whose folly was the fount and origin of this history, has lost his claim to the distinctive epithet, and is yonng no more. ever. “ Tell you What makes me so sure abautit. Duly I lefn Liverpool I met old Bushell -â€" beg your pardon â€"- mean your uncle, vou knowâ€"and he told me, just as a scrap of local news, that old Banks had reâ€" tired, and than he and Miss Banksâ€"what’s her name -â€"Diuahâ€"-had gone away and left the_ plgce.j’_ » IL is worth noticing. as a. fact in the conâ€" mtution of hum may at large. that wheiher [do my duty Well 01‘ ill, or howsoever you do vours or leave is undone, we both alike ex~ lack the outer world to do its duty, to b:- ‘mibhful in the performance of its promisz 1L1leng suffering in respecn to injury. and tuner-ally to not up to a standard which Wk icknowledge so be beyond our reach. And. in like fashion, Joe had felt keenly at the lune that Dinah might have waited a. little longer. He acknowledged his own unworlhi uses with constant and deep abasement, but «he might have been wornhier. Oua of that mood he had grown into excuses for her, and xplauauune. and he had found a. self tur- uenung pleasure in thinking of her as a married woman with her family growing up «menu bar, and himself a mere dim remem-o wanes in her mlnd. It had not all gone smoothly with the cal .ow Whiskered, b.us eyed foods!) lad who left name in so undigmfied and unmanly fashim so {many years ago. Joe had his reasons for the disguise of emo- tion boo. George, in his cunning, thought he suw in all. Joe Bushell and his siuter would he contemporarirs, and it; was quite likely that young Joe had been in love with her. His uncle George had priszny luVented the fiction of the marriage to pre- Vent young Joe from making a had much. It, was not easy for him to think that a man so forgiving and generous could have told the do in order to eec‘izre a hold of young Joe‘s lei-tune. In came easy to him to think ill of people as a rule, bun he could not think any greafi evil of his bsnefuctor. And as for Joe himself, he had charished in ms own hear: so 'long the memory of Uncle George's ancient. kindness mm: was almost impossible to begin a. new estimate (at the man an this time of day. When he was friendless and alone. his uncle had sou.hL mm out and had glveu him a. hundred pounds â€"a. generous gxfn â€"a sum not lightly to b given away by anybody to a. more runaway yung rascal ofanephew. Whv should he nave wrimn to tell him that Dinah Banks had married ? " Sue was a very pretty girl." enlid Joe, .xleariug his throat wuh dzfiisulty. " I Bhuuld tuve thought ahe‘d have had heaps oI uhauces." ” Ye-es," returned George rising and stroll- ing to a window. " I Lth I’ve heard no But. she's a middle aged woman. you know, 111d rather out of my line. I’m told S_\d Bed rather to rave aboub her.” Faimful to lmn l Faithful to him after Ill, through all these heavy years I It would have gone ill with errant Joe indeed f there had been no heart ache in th .ucuuht. The what day the reporter fell in with him when he Was in a mood mdre communi catlve than usual, and had occasion to try him. Incumprehensitfiili‘uy was not a market for him‘ As sown as the word was pronounc rd, Mc said "Fitmen letters,” and went at 1'1 hackwards so fast that nis hearers were uu able to tell whether he was right or wrong “ You see,” fluid a fellow pximer, “ he can tell the number of letters in any Word will» out a moment’s hesitation, us well as he on The Curious Faculty of a Young New Mexican Compositor. Santa Fe has a. young man with a mind which has a faculty than is raiely to be found, if, indeed, it. can ever be discovered elsewhere. Tue gentleman in question is Hugh McKevm, a printer, working over at“ Millimy Headquarters. He is a rapid type setter and a. momughly good workman, 80‘ that, he is not dependant on any side busi ness for a. good living. and as a consequence has never said anything about his spelling capacity. which is the fuijcb of this item McKuvm in a lefn-hanii d spellrr, and dKfit 2~ any one to put at. him a. word which he can not spell backward ai‘ rapidly as the beat and quickest speller could give it in the usual way, . r < “ Here,” said George. taking the pen and naming himself, " Bell 21 fellow What to say” He feigned a little touch of sulkinessto hide his embarrassment. -‘ I notice," Bald Joe seriously‘ ” that you‘re a dilatory fellow, Chesmn. Now«I mean it; in a f-iendly way, I assure youâ€"â€" that's bud. Proamstinutiou is one of the worst habits 9. young fellow nan form Come, new." He stood with a pen In one hand inviting George to come forward. and after a mo- meun'a pause secured obedience. “ Leave E2 fellow alone a little while after dinngrfl sajd George. ‘ ’ r Matters being thus arranged. and Joe’s busmess being thorny afterwards prosper~ ously settled, they paid their bills. making a considrrable inroad on George's reselvss, and took lhe cars. Tuey broke the journey hero and there, and made It lard: them three weeks inIIl start. to finish. From the hour of leaving New York, Joe took upon him belf the par: of host, and insisted upon paying for rverything. George-z could scarcely disguise the shock to his feelings which the bill a: the great hotel afforded 2 and Joe, obi-erving his «liscomfilure at; that. moment, was reaulule in not permitting him to spend another dollar anywhtre upon their joint expenses. This was comfortable; but, like other conditions in life, George found that his association with Mr. Joseph Bushell had its drawbacks. Joe made him keep a. diary of his journey for sir Svdney’s poiu-al, and was always huduer ing George to write to him, and giving him messages, and pledging him to pledge dear old Syd to secrecy. And at last. on reaching San Francisco, Joe took the matter into his own hands. “ I say, Uheston. about that letter you’re always promising to write to Syd. Do it now, there's a goud fellow. Coma now,here’s pen, ink and paper. We’ll arrange what to say about our: meeting ‘and abeut my going over to England." “ We will go to Syd together," Joe eug gested. “ Yes. of coursta,” replied George with an insiue vacuum at the fancy." H _ returned George. “ I'm not in aâ€"in a downright hurry,” Joe continued, “ and I have a. good many things to see before I can start." he was curiouslyrelucmnt to go back, and :yet he felt that he could not help himself. To re turn to Dinah and offer her the fag (and of his life teamed base and cruel. She thought him dead. Let her think him so. It would be brutal to disturb her peace again at this late hour. And, even if he went at all, he longed for home companionship howevei Might, some living tie Wilh the home he hau deserted. “ Do you think we can manage to go bick together 1‘” “ In how long ?" asked George. “ Well, when you like, in reason.” J 8 answered. “ Say I shall be able to start in three months time; wouid that suit you ?" to, -‘ Yes, I think so," said George. It would be easy to dodge the fellow at the finish, and three months was a lift. certainly. If he could only rely upon a. part of in. it would be Sumeshing. “ That will suit; me very well.” “ Lonk here. Cheston. I can ask a favorpf your brother’s brother, I know, and I am going to 00 1b." " Geltainly," said young George, not quite in com on. Was Bushell not so well to do as he had thought him. “ I’ve mid you already that I have an idea of running over to England. As you say evaybody no doubt, minim me dead and done for; bun I want to have a. look at the old p ace, and 1 don’t want to be talked about“ You needn’t fiell anybody that you met me here. when you go back again. You can tell Syd, if you l-ke"â€"he had fallen into George's way of speaking of his old friend--” and I think it‘s more than likely I shall call upon him. But when a iollow’s been away as long as I have. there’s a. sort of shameiaoedness about going back again and I’d rather that; nobody knew anything about it. I dare say it’s a bit sen- mmlnml, but; you won’t. any anything about me, Will you f" ' “ Decidedly not, since you wish me not So thething was settled, and. whilst Joe Wain-id for the arrangement of his busmass in New York. the two saw agood deal of each other. The prosperous trader ,waa free with his money, and whatever they did together he paid for-an arrangement which mm George's views to a hair, though he made a conventional proprieny struggle in pretense of I desire to dlrtlll'b in now and then. When Joe had known old S 1‘ Sydney and his son, bhe family had not been wealilzy.«and he liked the )oung fellow none the less th it hr did not seem quite reckless in his expendh ture. A man who look a liking for psople readily. Joe soon bred a. fancy for his com pnnion, and was never Weary of talking, With him alums the 01d place and the people he had known. He gave the young man an in-a'wht into his own experiences, and told him candidly of his fiist. hard Struggles in the land of his adopiion; and he played. in ahorb the part of guide, philosopher, and friend to mm. tled prosperity. and his being in this swell hotel an all argued him fairly well-toâ€"do Thow Bushelis had a knack of making money; and fill: one, so George argued naturally enough, would scarcely have spoken lightly of that lost quarter of a million, unless he himself had been well provided for. When a man is able to say of so vast a sum, “ I am glad aomebndyelse has it,” because somebody else is a. good fellow, it; argues prosperity on his own part. They had known each other for a fortnighx or thereabouta, when Joe turned upon the youngster and said: “ When do you think of going back to England, Mr. Cheston ? ” " Well, I am not at all decided." said George. turning round upon Lim " I‘ve been thinkirgof getting on for thr prairies, or perhans of seelng what sport the Dominion has to show.” Jon, emerging from his reflections, broke in upm this reverie. “ What do you sav to a run across to San Francisco ‘2" uskkd Joe. “ 1'm sanled there, and I‘m thinking of taking a rv . over to the old country after going home to set things Straight Will you- come acrosn With me ? You’ll get a good View of the con- tinent. and we can make a stay here and there ifyou like. Iau] not in any hurry. and I'm so pleased at. meeting a man from the old place that I shall really take it. as a favor if you'll come.” . “ Why, thank you,” said the impostor; ” you are vexy kind. I should‘ like the journey amazil gly." The magnitude of {h novel Dill bad brgun to frighLen him. As the rate at. which he was going, L19 resources we 11d not iasn long. A BACKâ€"HAN DED SPELLER‘ Lto 1m coxwmw'um‘n1 -â€"â€"This is a. Recherche Affair. Recherche Affairs are sometimes Met with in Parlors and Ball Roums. but more generally in the Society Department of Newspapers. A RPoherohe Afidr is an Affair where the Society Editor is invited t i the R~freshment Table. When the iuciely E “(or is told his Room is Betterifihan HS Comp my. the Afl‘air is not Recherche.â€" Dunver Tribune Primer. â€"An aged negro was one day showing the scars of the wounds inflicted by the lilhh when he was a slave. “ What. a picture 1"ex- claimud a sympathizing locker-on. " Yea," nesplndedthecwlored brother, “ dat's de work ob one ob d9 old masters.” “ Am last I am lodged like a. man.” His (iiadtm was valued at half a million. His dresses, which he never wore twice, were stifi with embroidery and gold. He fished with purple lines and hooks of gold. He never Lravelled With less than a. thousand carriages. The mules were shod with silver, mulrteers clonhed with the finest wool, and the attend- ants Wore hraceleis and necklaces of gold. Five hundred she asses followed his wife Poprosa in her progress. to supply milk for her bath. He was fond of figuring in the circus as u charioteer and in the theater as a. singer and actor. He prided himself on’ being an artist, and when his possible depo- ‘siticn was hinted to him he said that artists ‘would never be in want. There was not a woe to which he was not given. nor a. crime which he did not; commit. Yet the world. exclaims Seutonious, endured this monster [or 14 years ; and he was popular with the multitude, who were darzled by his magnifi- cence and mistook his senseless profusion for llbf‘railly. 0n the anniversary of his death. during many years, they crowded to cover his tomb with flowers.«- Quarterly Review. 'A Few of the Wonderful Stories Told by History. l; was to Nero that l‘acitus applied the ex- preasion. incredilium cupitor. What he not only desired but achieved in the way of cruel- ty and vice wk uld be declured incredible if Roman history had not already shown that revolting atrocities may be concieved by a diseased imagination and executed by irre- sponsrble pnwer After the burning of the city‘ he gratified his taste, in entire disregard of the proprietors, in rebuilding it. He at onee appropriated a number of the sites, and a large portion of the public grounds for his new palace. The portieos, with their ranks of columns, were a mile long. The Vestibule was large enough to contain the colossal statue of him in silver and gold, 120 feet; high. from which the (501055811111 got its name. The interior was gilded throughout and adorned with ivory and mother of pearl. The ceilings of the dining rooms were formed of movable tables of ivory, which shed flowers and perfumes on the company ; the principal saloon had a dume which turn- ing day and night imitated the move- ments of the terrestrial bodies. When this place was finished he exclaimed : Priaonvrwh dueln‘t make a bit of differ- ence. He's an old fool, and I‘m tired of him. Judge‘, are you or are you not going to ad- jvrmu‘? Prim netâ€"Oh. What's :he diff ? I’ve had enough of this racket. {or to-day, and I don’t want to see thatâ€"‘bmsted use on ‘he wit- ness stand to-morrow. timber. We must have up a fresh man. he’s too ancient. Lawyer~But, begging the prisoner’s Dar- don, I must remind him that the witness has yen to answer our qusstiun. Judge~The court is adjourned untilâ€"what time shall I may, prisoner? Prisonerâ€"0h. Well, make it 11. Judge~â€"Elevm o’cxock xo-monow morning. Judge-But I beg to rig-mind théwfirieoner Ihat j: is only two o'clock, andâ€" -â€" Lawyer â€"-» And now, having heard thir,‘ first hypothetical question, what is your opinion 7 Pnsonerâ€" Oh, never mind his opinion. He is nuthing bus aâ€"â€"»pimple-headed liar, and he migm as well go home and soak his feet. Judge. I think it is about time to adjouln. Suppose we shut up shop for the day. spell it backwards, and not only that, but )uu can give him a whole sentence, and he will hell you at once how many letters there are in it. and go right on and spell through the whole thing backward faster than most people could spell it the other way." This thing was tried time and again, and no word or series of words could be hit upon which were not; rendered as indicated above. Of course there are words in the English language which McKevitt has never heard of just: as is the case with almost every other mm, but. he is what would be (mild a fine speller. “ right handed.” so he says, and is familiar with the language, and any Word which he has heard. and can spell at all he can spell backward with astonishing rapid~ ity. The stringest part ulvouc the whole thing is that McKevitt has never practisrd or studitd spelling backward 9. day in his life. He says he dies not know how he ao~ quired the shilnty to do it. but that as soon‘ as he hears or sees a word, even if he in never thouuhh of it before, which. of course, Is_ the case with a large majority of Words, he knows immediately how many letters there are in in and how to spell it backwards or in «he regular way. It is so, too. with sentences He knows at once how many words and 1st- ters in any sentence that may be suggested, and stsiss the numbers promptly as soon as the words are uttered. MchVitt can also distribute type backward as fast as forwnrd. In the left handed rpelling there is no lheory of sound (an aid him, as in very many in- sisnces the letters spell nothing at all. and cunuot be pronounced, so that: there is no acciiuntiug tor his ability to spell in that. way vxcspt to conclude that it is the result of a. gift. -â€"a. peculiar faculty of' a. remnrkbly quick mind. Judgeâ€"Well, if the prisoner please, should like to-â€" Luwyer~I am about m put the first by- pothetical question to the witness. Those wishing to remain throughout the delivery of :he' question wili fiud excellent board and lddgiug at the hotel oppoeite. The question Will “be dullVé‘ d insectiovs, undI think Ican manage to ge hruugh with it in the course of the mouth. Eighteen days after. Witness atlll on the stand : Prisonerâ€"Now, Judge,how many times during this trial have I got to remind you that we can get along without your ad- vice? Prisonerâ€".What’s the matter with you. you goggleâ€"eyed, cadaveruua reptile? Haven’t you been paid ten thousand dollars traveling! expenses. Shut: up, Mr. Lawyer, l‘m runnimy ‘his case and I mean to put obis long eared age where he belongs at the start. If you don't like our style, you~â€"â€"- hig boned son of the East. you cun take your soap and toddle homejusfi as qoick as you â€"-please. ‘ Lawyer‘lf the prisoner is through we will now proceed with the examination of the wit- DEBS. Prisonerâ€"Yes, for the present. I will (16 Iivgr my daily oration later. There is no particular advantage in all this as far as can be discovered. but it is 3. ounce- ity and a, rare one, and if anybody thinks it isn‘t hard to do. let him try to acquire it..â€" Sama Fe MeXIcan. How the Murder Trials of the Future Will be Conducted. Thenine hundred and ninety-ninth wit. nessin the great spinribout-ae-long-nfi-we- can ease took the stand, and ‘he lawyers proce: dtd to torLure him with the assistance of _Lhe prisoner an the bar. Lawy-erâ€"I believe you are from Southern China, air ? Witnessâ€"Yes air, and I wish to get back as sop” as p0§951b16. J quéâ€"Jf the prisoner will allow the Court Prisonerâ€"7811M up, Judge, I know what 11 about. Who is running this case, you WHAT NERO DID. IN 1900‘