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Grave Desecrnlion Conlessed by n Dying Munâ€"“eslluciuulon of the Corpse in the Dissecting-Boom. A Springfield (Mass.) despatch says: A strange story comes from Egremonttamong the Berkshire hills, and the town and sur- rounding villages are in a state of great excitement. The story runs that Estelle Newman, about 30 years old, died in Egremont in 1878, and was buried in the town cemetery and was forgotten. The sensation comes from the dying testimony of H. Worth Wright, in Connecticut, who is said to have confessed to his biouher that he, being a student in the Albany Medical College, was present at the funeral with other students, lay in wait near the ceme- tery till the burial was over and the grave- yard deserted, and then helped to disinter the body and carry it in a sack to the medical college. They at once went to work on it in the dissecting room. While on the table the body showed signs of lite and was resuscitated by the students. Finding the woman alive on their hands the authori- ties of the college had her taken to an insane asylum in Seoharie County, New York, This is the last Wright is said to have known of her whereabouts. The woman’s grave will probably be opened to see what the story amounts to. LATERâ€"The rtmnge animal that created such havoc in Farmer Leshner’s hog pen this morning, and reused the whole secnion round about his farm is aBengal tiger that escaped from S. H. Barrett’s circus. now in this city. The circus men have sent a. cage to the vicinity with a. gang of keep- ers. The tiger is now confined in an cub- house on Leshner’s farm. WHEN the Queen begun to go to Scotland, and to use Holyrood, en route to Balmoxal, a great piece of ground was out off at Holy- rood to make a. private garden for her. and although she is at that palace on an average about forty-eight hours a. year, this garden is sedulously kept from the public. who are grumbling. A Dayton, 0.. despatch says: Between 12 and 1, o'clock yesterday morning William Leshner,a farmer living five miles from this city, was awakened by hearing a great noise in his hog gen. He arms and, armed with a revolver, went forth to learn what was the cause. Arriving at the hog pen he discovered therein a large animal, which had Killed one of his hogs, having torn its head nearly off. Leshner fired two shots at the strange animal, which turned upon him, when he made tracks for the house as rapidly as possible. Securing a shot gun he fired from his doorstep, when the animal returned to the hog pen' and killed two more hogs. Leshner had no more ammunition, and while moulding bullets the neighbors, who had been aroused by the noise made by the hogs, came to the rescue and the animal fled to the woods. As nearly as could be seen in the darkness it resembled a panther. An examination of its foot- marks this morning showed conclusively that they were made by a member of the feline race. Alarge gang of men left this city this morning with dogs to scour the country in search of it. There is great excitement in this city and suburbs. All the “’uy 1mm Chicago. Jonas G. Lamson, an old Illinois farmer, whose home is a few miles outside 0! Chi- cago. passed through this city yesterday on his way to Washington. He has journeyed in a buggy since last May from Chicago to his old home in Lawrence, Mass., visiting most of the chief cities between here and Chicago, and many important towns 1n the New England States. Hie buggy is hauled by a shaggy, brown Canadian pony, 24 years old, and the whole “outfit,” buggy. horse, harness and man, had a rather seedy, patched-up appearance. He claims to have travelled already about 3,000 miles since leaving Chicago, and after he gets to Washington he may extend his trip as far South as Florida. The Southern journey may depend very much on the state of his exohequer, for yesterday he said, inci- dentally, that his “ funds were getting a little low,” as he had spent @100 since set- ting out from Chicago. Mr. Lumson went out West to settle 35 years ago, and this is his first visit to the East since that time. He says he finds a. considerable change in places and methods since he left Lawrence. His wife and chil- dren are looking after the farm while he is awashâ€"N. Y. Herald. (ii-and Bepresenlmire Gullwrlnx nt Bul- limore~llcslerdnyflu Proceedings. A last (Wednesday) night‘s Baltimore despatch says : The Centennial Conference of Methodiain assembled this morning at Mount Vernon Church, where a very large number of delegates were present and the church crowded to its utmost capacity. Bishop Andrews, Chairman of the General Executive Committee, called the Con- terence to order and Bishop Granberry: was chosen presiding officer for the day. The Venerable Dr. Joseph .,Cummins read the Scripture lesson. and a. centenary hymn, composed for the occasion by the Rev. Dr. S. K, Cox. was sung by the entire body of delegates, the audience uniting. P Singing was followed by prayer, after which Bishop Andrews announced that the Bible irom which the lesson had been read was once the property of John Wesley. Routine business was-then proceeded with. And Creates Great Havoc in a Box Pen. At the at ernoon session Rev. Dr. James Gardiner, of Princeton, Canada, presided. The Rev. . Dr. John Wiley, New Jersey, read an esenyfon the work of bh’e.0h_nsna.n‘ Conference. Rev. Henry B. Ridgwny, D. D., 11)., read an essay-on the “ Personnel of the Christian Conference,” To-night there ’were meetingslin eleven churches, including four colored Methodists, at all of which the subject of missions was dis- cussed, and the general feeling was that a. deeper interest shouldrbe taken in mission {wigs and the spread of the Church in foreign an's, 7'! -~ -. r. . , Bishop.Eoster delivered the sermon, in the course of which he said : “ We are here not to celebrate a victory, but togird'our' loins to devise Wise-and skilful methods to be strong, to meet the demagoguery of our age as our fathers met it in their days, Infidelity then stalked abroad unrebuked and Christendom seemed to be fading in 1784. The opening of 1884. our centenary, if not so dark, is dark enough. The condi- tions of home and society are being revolu- tionized; ancient, time-honored theories are being exgloded ; sacred institutions are put to the strain of great tests. We are in the grip of a great combat for the final‘ dominion eta-the world. The .Lalse and groundless will pass away. The fortress of lies has kept the world in slavery. There will be conflict, but Zion will be left with no rent in her foundationâ€"no breach in her walls. The progress will be slow, but. it will be founded on eternal truth. The Church“. abides for ’ever. individual Churches have no such promise. The only hope "'of any Church is the truth it possesses, and its ability to cast out the unsound it inherits. It was important that Calvinism went down. All its great truth could not float its error. The absolute permanen‘cy of any-church is dependent in an absolutely true creed. Ourcreed will bear the test ofthe most intelligent criticisms.” . He spoke of platitudes in the pulpit. and said: “ To- day there is a vast amount of endless-and spiritless preachingt, iThe greatest 'need is a revival of the pulpit in all Protestant- ism, and more than all in the Methodist Chumhfl’ The Bishop made an appeal for tembera'nce, after which the Hallelujah Choruszwae sung, and the session closed with the benediction. THE CENTENNIAL 0F fllE'l‘lIGDlSNI. A. ’ElGEK AT LARGE HORRIBLE STORY, Average Price:- of Cereals. Potatoes and louon. A Washington deepntch eaye: The Department of Agriculture reports that the average price of com 18 36; cents. the high- est being in Florida, 80 dents, the lowest in Nebreeku, 18 cents, The average farm price of wheat is 65 cents a. bushel against 91 cents last December. The average for home grown Wheat in New England exceeds a dollar, in New York 85 cents, Penney]- vania. 86. The average value of outs ie 28 cents, against 33 last December. The present value is the lowest ever reported by the department. The lowest State everege is 19 cents, in Nebreeka; the highest, 60 in Floridu. The plantation price of cotton averages 9 to 9 1-3 cents a pound. The average farm price of the entire crop of potatoes is 40 [381th D. bushel. The lowent ie 25 cente, in Michigan. The average in New Yorkie 39 cents. An Arkansas literary society recently dis- cussed the question: “ Resolved, that a circus iseuperior to a district school as a civilizing agent.’ The circus packed the convention from the start. Only one orator got up to speak for the district school. He was the teacher, and the president fined him twice and then made him sit down. The fines were for calling Pcmpeyeye Pompayee and saying there were more schools in Boston than in Little Rock, and he was made to sit down for uttering atheistic sentiments when he denied that“ Root, bog or die" was to be found in the Bible To crown his disgrace, in summing up, the president referred to his remarks as indicating to what a low state of knowledge and morals the habit of attending district school would bring a. man. He then decided the question in favor of the circus, collected the fines from theunhappy pedagogue, and the society went out and spent the money for bread.â€" Burdme in Brooklyn Eagle. Startling Sensnliun in me Royal inn-cum 'l‘hmurc Last Night. “ Oh! Oh!" shrieked fully fivehuudrcd terrified vcicee last night in the Royal Museum Theatre as Orville, a trapeze per- former, went flying headlong from his lofty aerial perch on the east side of the ceiling down at an angle and as swzft as an arrow towards the floor on the west side of the hall. Great excitement ensued Nearly all present rose to their feet with awe- stricken countenancee, and amid the din and clatter could be heard on all sides such painful expressions as “ he’s killed," “ poor fellow,” etc. The more courageous, to prevent any bustling general exit, com- mended those on their feet to sit down. A short suspense followed, while Manager Cain, Director Spregue and a few others were standing around the prostrate actor. The impression entertained bv nearly all that Orville had been either killed or badly wounded was, it was thought, iua measure verified when a small group were seen lift- ing the unfortunate fellow on to the stage as if he were a corpse and carrying him behind the wings. In a few seconds after- wards the audience were greatly surprised to see Orville walk out to the centre of the stage as if nothing had happened to him. He spoke a few words, expressing his deep regret that the accident had occurred.â€" Ottawa Free Press. THE fortune lefh by the1)uke of Bucheuoh to his youngest eonâ€"WUOflOOâ€"represents just about two months of an Income which the Duke had enjoyed over sixty years. That lefu to his daughter, who married Cameron of Loohiel, represents six weeke' meome, and that to the Other daughters one month’s income. A Frenchman who recently died directed in his will than; the sum of $5,000 should be given to the “ wounded in the next war with Germany.” French cheese-makers realize from $150 to $200 per annum on each oow .they keep. An Ontario Man fleriolisly Hhol in u “’iu- nipea llolelâ€"llis Room {flute Blight Have Got lnlo Trouble. The Winnipeg Free Press says : About 10 o’clock on Saturday night an unfortunate accident occurred in room 46 of the Bruns- wick Hotel, which may yet result fatally. The victim was Wm. Rouat, a young man about 25 years of age, who has been work- ing all summer-at Moose Jaw as head painter for lbs 0. P. R. He arrived from the west in company with three other young men on Saturday afternoon, and registered at the Brunswick._ At about half-past 9 he and one of histriends, named -Ai P. Ledingham, went to their room for the night. Ledingham had partly ’un- dressed when his nose commenced bleeding, and he pro, eeded to bathe it in a basin of water on t e washstand. While in that po’sitiofi he was startled by the report of- a. pistol within a few feet of him, and immediately the lamp was extinguished. . He lat once summoned assistance, and several persons from the parlor near by rushed into the room With a lamp and-discovered Rouat clinging to the bedpost with one‘hand while the other was pressed over his right siue,‘ and blood oozed through his fingers and saturated his shirt; ‘Medical aid was imme- , diater summoned, when it was found that a bullet hadentered his right side between the fifth and sixth ribs, and, taking an upward direction, lodged beneath the shoulder" blade, near the spine. Blood flowed profusely from the wound, and some difficulty was experienced'in check- ing the hemorrhage. The victim retained consciousness, and though suffering intense pain was able to tell how he received the shot. He stated that it was purely acci- dental, and. 'oleared hie room~mate of all HurplfllOI-i which the peculiar circumstances might have attached to him if the bullet had caused instant death. He said he was undressing himself, 'an‘d was taking his revolver, a small 22 calibre one, out of his. hip pocket, when it slipped from his hand and fell to the floor. The report followed instantly, and he felt a sharp twinge in his side. The weapon must have fallen with thehutt downwards and ‘the hammer 'e'x- ploded the cartridge against which it rested when it struck the floor. Late- last night, Reuat was still conscious, though ve‘ry weak, and suffering a good deal of pain.‘ The doctors were not able to express an opinion as to the result of the", wound, but .strong hopes of his recovery’ areshter» tained. Rouat has been about thru; years in this country and has done well. He was on his way to spend Christmas w‘ithjhis. widowed mot-her, who lives in Tuek‘ersmith township, three miles from Seaiorth, Ont. He has brothers and sisters and a large number of friends in the county of Huron, who will deeply regret his misfortune. AJIERICAN FOOD PRODUCTS. FELL OFF A 'I‘RAPEZE. VOL. XXVIIJ All For the Circus. S'l‘l‘ANGELY SllO’l‘. Q Almighty Lord God, King of all kings, and Governor of all things, that sittest in the throne judging right : We commend-to Thy fatherly goodness the men who through perils of war are serving this nation, beseeching Theo to take into Thine own hand, both them and the muse wherein their country sends them. Be Thou their tower of strength, that, armed with Thy defence, they may be protected through all dangers, to glorify Thee. who art the only giver of all Victory. Grant also that we may evermore use Thy mercy to Thy glory. to the advancement of Thy kingdom, and the honor of our Sovereign; seeking always the deliverance of the oppressed, and, as much as listh in us, the good of all men- kind ; through our only Lord and Saviour, Jesus Christ. Amen. “The Archbishop of Canterbury has sent to the Archdeacon»; of Canterbury and Maidsnone the following prayer for the nufeny of British soldiers and sailors now on-‘their wayuo the seat of war, with an tXpIBBBiOH of his wish that it; may be used in churches in his diocese : A novel way to increase the list of sub- scribers has just been adopted by a French contemporaryâ€"the Gauwis. The proprie- tors of this journal, so we are told, undertake to pay a sum of 5,000 francs at the decease of any subscriber who may meet with his death on a. railway or tram- way, or.by being run over by a. vehicle in the street. A proportionate sum is paid for' injuries received. All that is necessary to produce is the last receipt of subscrip- tion. The Gaulois also pays compensation to any purchaser of a single copy. or his heirs, should he be injured or killed on the flaw on which the ‘ piper is bought.â€" European Mail. ‘ " The Remarkable}Adventures of a French Count rind his money. ' ' Most people in this neighborhood have heard or read of detective T. Wynn, of Niagara. Falls, who hue been instrumental in'the capture of hundreds of criminals greet and smell attempting to cross the border. He is now on his way to Bogots, the capital 'of the United States of Colom- bis in South America, in company with a. French nobleman, Count Charles de Wris- Urn. Iueir companionship dune am no in this way. About the end of last July the Count, with his secretary, arrived In New York from Paris, and the Count who is‘about- 50, took sick and he was laid up two months. . Just as he was about to leave his bed, his secretary, M. Pasqusy. stole a couple of thouaend dollars from him and has not since been found. The Count then come to the Falls where he remained some time and tanks. run over to Toronto. During his stay of three weeks there his vulisq was out open in his room in one of the hotels, the American, and $600 in gold Wits stolen and a few vuluuble rings. This ulsoWuslost.~us the thief was not caught. He then returned to the Falls where, being afraid of more robberies and extortions, he was advised by the manager of the Bank of British North America and another influential Toronto gentlemen to consult the Police Magistrate at the Falls. He did so, and for a. law days Detective Wynn was detailed to look after him. He made up his mind Tom Would have to accompany him to Bogota, and he got the required per- mission from the Chief and the Magistrate. They spent a few weeks in Chicago. St. Louis, Jackson, Tenn., and Jackson, Miss, and are now in New Orleans, awaiting a. steamer for Colon, by way of Havana. They will cross the Isthmus of Punumu to Au‘p'ehwulland then take the steamer again. Detective Wynn will not be back till the middle of next month. A Bridgeport. Comm, man agreed to anti two crows if Blaine was not elected, pro- vided his opponent would shoot them. The Victgrious Democrat has now been Hanging the country for six days, has expended $5 worth of ammunition and $126 worth of time. ruined a. suit of clothes, got the rheumatism, is so tired and lame he can‘t sleep nights and hasn’t bagged a crow yet. The boys are beginning to think that the Blaine man has got the soft and of the contract. ‘ - Skin grafting has been proposed as a mating of securing a new crop of hair on a. abenle cap. 5 flow lhe‘ “Crown Prince II. n Been 3 Trained for [lie Future \Vork. Grand Duke Nicholas was born May 18, 1868, at Czarskoe Selo'TCzar’s village], an imperial summer palace, fifteen miles south of St. Petersburg, says Edna Dean Proctor in " St. Nicholas.” This spacious palace stands upon the Neva bank, over two hun- dred feet above the .water, and is our» rounded by extensive grounds so perfectly kept that you can hardly find even a dead leaf upon the lawns. Crown princes have so much to learn that they must begin early and lose no time. Until his ninth year the education of the Grand Duke was superintended by Madame De Flotow, one of the ladies of honor who had followed the Princess Dagmar from Denmark to Russia. In 1877 the charge was given to Lieuten'ant-Qenerala’Danilovitch, who has arranged the Prince 5 hours of instruction in. accordance With those of the military gymnasiums. His regular lessons are from 8 in the morning 'till 3 in 'the afternoon. but with such intermissions that they never exceed five hours a day. H18 afternoons are spent inn walks with» the ‘Emperor, err in outdoor- sportsâ€"n’ding, swimming,fishing, iencing,, gymnasticsâ€"oi all of which he Every-fond;- and his evenings aredevoted to preparing next day’s lessons,‘reading.and keeping ‘a diary. He is an excellent scholar and lin- guist; enters into his studies with much spirit, and speaks fluently Russian, Danish, French,-German and English. _ The Crown :Princes of England and Germany’inay study if they like at the universities, but the heir of Russia must be~educated by pri4 vate tutors. Lasti‘May, upon his 16th birthday,” the day on which the Prince became of age, he renewed his oath’hf” adherence to the orthodox-Church, the ceremonies taking place in the chapel oi the Winter Palace at StuPe'tersburgL' As heir to the Russian throne he accompanied the Emperor and Empress to their recent‘ meeting with the sovereigns of Germany '- and Austria. In .person the Prince'is slight ,and delicatelyvutormeda with fair complexion ' and auburn hair, and he usuain wears a4 sailor 'costume.'which suits his~ slender. figure. This a member of the Preobraa -j-eneky (Transfiguration) Guard. the famous I; regiment Iounded by Peter the" Great, and " .hy hirthhe is attaman”(chi'ef)"ot all we 1 Cossacks of the empire. It 1‘5" his privilege to wear the uniform of any regimenthe: " pleases. ‘ . ‘ r _ ‘ sumulming Newspaper Circulation- Braver [or soldier; and Sailors Tom on uni "runways. ‘llE uan '11; uvssna. fiICHMON D rHILL THURSDAY, DECENEBER 25, 1,884. “ Ah, dead? Very sorry, I’m sure,” said the clerk, a. link: startled out of his cool- ness; " and you are his daughter ?" “ Yes, I am Laurel Vane.” "The editor doesn’t come down to his office till-noon. He always examines mi- oles and pays for them himself. Very sorry your father is dead -â€"a. fine writer when he chose to take up the pen. Can I do anything else [or you, Miss Vane ?" went on the bold-eyed young man, rather pityjng her sorrow and timidity, inasmuch as she was fair to look upon. “ If you will give metnhe address I will go to Mr. Gordon’s private residence. 1 must have money Without delay,” she aniwereq! _f£3.iu_tlyi He scribbled the address on a card for her, and after bowing her out in 1115 most killing air, he went back to tell the printers that “ old Vane had drunk himself to death atlasn, and left a. devilish pretty little daughgef wnhouh a. penny." “ Heâ€"he cannot} someâ€"he is dead 1” she answered in uneven tones, ” and," flushing uumson m a. sensitive shame at; her own poveruy, “ I must have [he money to bury him 1" ' "With a name at? prgtfy as her face. Laurel Vane I" he added. “ He might; have had a premier laurel for his brow than a. pannilesa daughter if he had not; been so fond of his glass," said the printers. grimly. And this was Louis Vane’s epitaph. While Laurel dimmed her {adhering steps so the editor’s up-town residence, all uncon- scious that the finger of fate was pointing thg _wa.y. “ Very sorry, but. the ed'mor isn’t in. You may leave_ the paper, and Mr. Vane can 03.11 for his money later in the day," replied the clerk, devouring her sweet face with his bold, admiring eyes. The red mo}.in trembled, the wide,,aom- bre dark eyes brimmed over wifih quxck Debits. Mr. Gordon was one of the most success- ful editors and publishers of the day, and his brown-atone house on one of the fash- ionable avenues of the great city looked like a palace to Leurel’a unaccustomed eyes. She went slowly up the broad steps and rang the hell 8. little nervously, feelin he: courage desert her at the thought a = Her dead! She on)qu adia'roely realize ‘thut’ her ‘tond, though "ex-ring fathar, the pkotoufid'sbhbldr, fihe ’arzatio genius who ’Ih‘ud )gved hm liq; e“ girlweventwhile he had unpardunably'heglébted her, was gone frdm her for evermore. ‘ Wish trembling footsteps she glided to the room where the people, having robed 'hlm‘fOI the grave, had left; him gloge in the solm‘kmujeauy of death. . ” A “file beauty, If only she weren‘t so pale and tear»amiued,” was his mental comment. “ [have brought Mr. Vane’s atniole‘for the magazine. Gnu I have the money for m now? ’ ehe asked, faltegingly. In a. few hours they would carry him away, her beloved, forever out of her eighn, but even those last few hours she could nov have to spend with him. She was too forlorn and poor to give hersell these lees moments with him. She must carry his lash manuscript no the office and receive the money before'ehe could pay for his eoflin and hearse. And already the lodging-house keepers were edjurmg her to hasten in bury- ing hun. In was so gloomy having a. corpse in the house, they send, uuteelingly. The clerk snaré'd almost rudely at the young face from which she pun aside the shielding veil with one timid hand. So, at the earliest: office hours, Laurel gresented herself an the edinor‘a desk with the small roll of mauuuorlpt clasped tightly In her little black gloved hand. {Wm-nu (‘»x1rsti11LLs~.‘...,‘f revgxet and sorrew sh JDk the daughter’s frame as she gazed on that loved face, where in life the stamp of genius had been marred by the trees»; of dissipstion and vulgar pleasures. Laurel was little more than a. child. yet she knew that her father had recklessly wasted his God-given talents and sated his soul on the dry husks 0! life. Yet in all her sorrow and pity, in all her fear of the untrrsd future, no thought 0! anger or blame came to her as she kept her sorrowful vigll by his side. There were others who blamed him thathe had lefthis tender flower, hls ” Laurel-blossomf‘! as he postioslly called her, alone and penniless in the hard, oold world. But she, hlE daughter, had nothmg but tears and love for him now when he lay before her dead. A terrible shudder L’n‘nok her frame a she beheld than aheated something lying in Stiff; rigid ouhline upon the narrow bed. Halt (tightened, she draw back the snowy linen and gazed upon the handsome, marble- whiua features, no wk~ose pullid grace death had added a solemn .ignlny all m: own. The daughuer, of, p. genius, who had, beclquded hls gifte‘d bra‘m wnh the flames of strong drink, giu'd' w‘hq h‘ad Only wrmnen his billlmun articles'huder the Mamas of compulsion, and"t0!~keep uhe wolf tram the dqor,‘the girl realized mat aha W93 left 310116 and .pennilesa, wxi‘l not 8. (Handle pity or present her. 1!: name over her Bud- denly, and a. great: thrill of horror, thaurher fabQB‘E’BJBfifi sampleâ€"finished only yesterr dayibé'for‘e filial: sudden illness laid its phiâ€"Hy," 13:15:56! build upon himâ€"mush be can" fried 110' the publishing house and the money received'bherefor before she could buy her dead 1 . - , . A It was but a. little while that this blessed ‘izvoonoiouenese lasted, when Laurel Vane struggled up" td‘her feet to push back with little, trembling hands the cloud of golden hair from her white -brow,; and share with ganja, frightened, somblje eyes gut into the strange, unknown future; ‘ What terrihle temptation, what love and narrow and bitter despair that future held in its keeping for hex-was yen mercifully hidden: frq'ni h'ei' night by the thick curtain of mysteryTthfieWr hides fio-morrow from our ourigua eyes. 7' ‘ * ..The course, but not uukmdly, lodging- house people bore her jut» her own little room, had left her there alone to redover, while they” prepared the ' dead man for burial‘to-mo‘rrow. - She tell, like oxie dead. by the bedside, and themwealth of her burnished golden ban: fell like a. pinfing veil uver the slander form that had bent like a; flowef'before the :relan‘uleee blast of fate;- And In the same moment of time a. young, fair. innocent girl. the dead man’s only child, wee east adrift, triendless and forlorn, upon the mercxes or the cold, hard world”. ._ All the clocks o: the great, thronged city clanged out the hour of midnight from their hoarse, brazen throats simultaneously, and as the last tremuloue echo died away on the air, a hfiman soul that had wasted its glo- rious talents.‘and squandered its heritage of genius in a. reckless, dissipated life, was launched out on the great, ahoreless tide of eternity. THAT BEAUTIFUL RIVER. CHAPTER I. ‘ “ I can't depend on no such uncertain prospects,” declared Mrs. Groves, unfeel- iugly. “ I‘ve got to be pretty certain where my money’s coming from before I rent my rooms. So out you go in the morning, and if you don’t leave quietly I‘ll have your trunk h’leted out on the Sidewalk in a. jiffy, so where I" “ She was no coward, reader, this forlorn little herome of ours, but she knew scarcely more of the Wide world outside her cheap lodging-house than a. baby. She had lived in one poor place or another with her erratic father all her life, keeping their poor little rooms with untaught skill, meagerly supported by his neglected talent, and with not an idea of how to earn her own liVIng. Mr. Vane had educated her after his own deeultory fashion, but not in a practical way that she could utilize now in her need. She wondered with a. shudder of dread what she should do, and where she should Winh this emphatic threat the rude land- lady banged herself can of the room, and Laurel sank down with a. low moan of her- ror upon the floor. “ On, madam, I have nowhere togaâ€"~50 8001] l” she (med oub pleadiugly. Perhapu you will let me keep the one lihule room unuillouu find wow. I Will be sure no pay _you If’ _ go uo-morrow when she was turned out intu the streets, of which she felt so horribly afraid, and which her father had seldom perminhed her to traverse alone. “ IE that so? Then of course you’ll not be wanting the rooms any longer. Iwill nrouble you no move out early in the mom- 1ug. 30‘s I may rent them to somebody e159," 8101Mde Mrs. Groves. Laurel uprung so her feet in dismay, a. terrxfied 100}: on be; fair young face. She pushed Open the easement and looked out. Night had fallen, and under the glare of the gaslight Laurel saw wicked men and ribeld women stamping the streets. To-morrow night she would be out on the horrible pavements among them, with nowhere to go, and not a. friend in all the w1de. wicked city. Perhaps they would murder her, these wolves of the street. when she was cast out him a. help- leeg white lamp aetray_fzom the fold. Laurel silently counted over the con- tents of her slim purse. “Hereis the money, Mrs. Groves, and it 15 the last 06:15 I hzwe on earth,” she said, drearily, as she placed the silver in me woman’s greedy, outstretched hand. ' Laurel’s head was bowed upfin her hands, and bears coursed slowly, each one a. scald- iug_§irop of woe, down her White cheeks. The door opened, and the woman from whom Mr. Vane had rented the two shabby lmlle rooms entered abruptly. She was a course, hard-featured creature, devoid of aympfiihy or uanaibillby. She looked coldly at t!_1_e weepipg girl. “ Come in," said Lsturel, faintly, in angyver go the span-p yap aurthe door. The cheep, plain funeral was over, and the orphan sun alone in the deepening twi- light In the shabby little room, now invested thh sombre dignity ellite own since the presence of deem had so lately been there. “ The rehn’é'dhe to-day, Miss Vane," she said roughly. “ Have you got the money no_pny it 7" V Tâ€"hén she huiried away to bury her dead, lime thinking mwa way Beatrix Gordon would claim her promise. hour-Lu uamedio, and 111188 Gordon counted the money out into the linble nrembling hand, and received the manuscript. ” I am sorry Mr. Vmue is dead," she said. “ He was a, very gifted writer. Has he left you all alone, my poor girl 2’” with gentle compassion. “ All alone,” Laurel echoed, drearily. Then suddenly she caught Miss Gordon’s hand, and covered in with tears and kisses. “ You have been so kind and no noble to me, than I will do anything on earth for you, Mnss Gordon,” she sobbed out grate- inLlyt Instantly Beannx Gordon drew ouh her dainty pearl portcmonnaie. “ You poor child 1" she sand, oumpaasionetaly. " What 15 the price of the arcicle ?” “ I have brought 'Mr. Vune’s manuscript for the magazine,” she added. “ He -my papaâ€"is dead,” she added, with a. rush of bltner tears, “ and we are so poor I mum have the money to pay fo‘r_ his funeral." “ Sit down and tell me what-you waun 'of papa,” she said gently; and Laurel’Bimpul- sive hem-ti went out in a. great, flood- of gm- tibude tqthis beautlful stranger who looked. ungg's'poke go Eweequ; _ , Shauâ€" gmsped‘th‘e hick of the chair t‘ghhly. with both hands, and turnedhher dark, besegqhingpyes on Mjusgordon's face. , " Come in. I will do what I can,” she said, and" led Laurel pass the dxscomfihed Charles into a. lovely lihble autetoom; with flowers and books and pictures, that made in a. l'ltlilfl teminipe paradise. ' ' ' ' She pushed a. littl-e quahioned 'bhie-s’aitin chum: toward Laurel. " Misé Gard-($11 "smiled a. little at the trip pingflspeeoh, bug uogpnAkindly. -- " Oh, yes, yeaâ€"in is very Impormft," she falbered. inuoherennly. {Perhaps you could â€"§!3ah fig, ifAyloy‘ Wouldâ€"’f - " She thoughfshe had never seen anything so sweet and and“ as the dark, wistful eyes Lennie} flushed ugwgud to mean her gazing “ I’am Mr. Gordon‘s daughter. Is your business important ‘1’” she inquired with girlish quliogihy: ' ‘He might have done so with impunity, lo): Laurel, gazing before her: with dazed. despairing gaze, was for the moment inca- pable of speech or action; but at that moment a door opened sharply on the side of the hall; a BWlbh of silk sounded softly, and a clear, sweet voice inquired : “ Who is that asking for papa, Charles ?” Charles opened the door and fell back obsequiously.- .A lovely ‘ blue-eyed girl, richly ureasedhoame toward Laurel. “Tm afir'e I don’t. know, mam,” said the man__impudently, and making an impatient; move to shut the door in her face. “ Ob, fihui shall I do now ?” she moaned despgiringly. _ _ The day was warm, but the girl shivered as if the ground had been swept from beneath her feel: by the icy blast of winter. An unoonecloua cry broke from her quiv ering lips. and she clasped be: little hands tightly together. " He’s gone into the country, and he won’t: be back until to-morrow night,” was thgponpiee reply. Shivering. she recalled some verses aha 7‘ Where? is Ee'gone ? When will he come back ?” exclaimed Laurel m piteous disap- poinimenfi. _ “ Mr. Gordon is ‘out, mgm,“ was the dis appggting _re_ply. "I wisfi {0 see Mr. Gordon, please,” Lagfgl agid,_witl_1 quiet dignity. The smart serving man who opened the door stared at; out simply clad heroine a little aupercilioualy. He could noh recog-' nize a. lady apart from a fine dress. the interview with the stern editor. No thought came to her that her first meeting with that august personage would -be in a. darker, more fateful hour than this” CHAPTER II. WHOLE NO 1,380 NO. 29. " You have made an enemy, Laurel Vanna,” he hissed. “ I would have given you love and protection, but you have chosen my hatred instead. I shall not forget you. I shall always remember that blow in my face, and I shall have my revenge for it. Look well to your future, my beautiful fury I" “ Go, Rosa Powell,” she Bald, pointing a. diadaiuful finger at him. “ Go, and may the good God in heaven punish you doubly and many for this dastardly outrage on an unprohephed girl!” He alunk across the threshold like the base. eviLhearhed coward than he was, but out in the narrow passage he turned and looked back at he: wmh a. malevolent; glare on his crimson-marked face. Laurel slammed and locked the door in the face of the angry wretoh, and fell upon the floor again, giving vent to her outraged feelmga in a. stqrm o! passionate tears. Built seemed as though she were not destined to have any peace or quiet that evgning. Again a. rap pounggl on the door». She Bruslibd away_ he: falling tears and opened it in fear and yrembhng. » A -A smart, pretty girl was he).7 visitor this time. “ I am Miss Gordon’s maid,” said the newcomer, and she ulipped a. perfumed mule envelope i_n_to Lgmreljs hrapd. Laurel ope-fled it and read, with bewildered eyes: “ MY DEAR LITTLE LAUREL.â€"I wzsh to see you very much. but there 13 a. reason why I cannot come to you, so I have sent my maid, Clarice, to bring you to me. 1 have been thinking of you all day, and of your sweet promise to do anything on oath]; to: me. She owe-Bed to the door, and threw it open so suddenly that Mrs. Groves was dw- olosed in the not of listening, but Laurel paid no heed to he: as she shufflad away, oresnfullen, and for once ashamed of herself. The flashing eyes of the girl seemed to wither the villain where he stood guzmg uulleuly upon her, with the red mark of that. trauma blow upon his face. He sprang from his seat, and moving to her side attempted to take her hand. She tore in from him and struck him an igno- miuious slap in the face with that small white member. Her eyes blazed, her cheek burned. A ” Why, no, my dear, not exactly,” be answered, regaining his self-possession in a. moment. Idou’t Wlflh to saddle myself winh a. wife yet, but it would be about the same thing. I would worship you, my beautiful Laurel, and you should have flue dresses and jewels, vihih the theatres and operas, llve in beautiful rooms; while 1, your adoring slaveâ€"J’ “ Stop, Ross Powell 1" She had stood like one turned to atone, gazmg and listening for a. moment; but now her young voice rung like a. clarion through the room; ” Shop, Ross Powell 1" He flushed andlo‘oked rather abaahed, at phimnooent queqbion. " Are you asking me to, be your wife. air"? was he: naiyqqqeafionh ' Laurel regardea himva mouie'nt in blank silence. There was a. look of genuine per- plgxihy on her innocent face. _ She'spoka at length in alow,doubbful tone. ‘ “ The person is myself," he replied, in low lover-like tones. “ I have fallen in love with you, my beautiful little Laurel, and I Want: you to come and be my little fairy housekeeper. I will love and cherish you as the darling of my heart.” Ross Powell moved his chair to Laurel’a side,and gazed deep into her beautiful, quggring dark _eyea. “Who is the person 7" she inquired, flushing sensitively at his familiar utter- ance of her name. - ‘ V-a_._.-- V... nu. ma - vuu Amuu " Bub I don't know how to do'anything," she cried, ingenuously. “ I have never been to school llke other girls. I’ve always kept papa’s rooms and mended his clothes, and made my own dresses, but I couldn’t do anything like that well enough for any one else." . “ Oh, yes, you could I" he exclaimed. “ I know some one who wants a. little house- keeper jush like you, to keep two beautiful rooms in order as you did for your father. W1“ youfbome, Lnurel '2” "I The gfgl glagped her I lit-He hands slvely together. Hope’ ‘and fear’anuggiad' together on h9g- ‘fair yqung fang. -x Ross Powell's gray eyes sparkled wick- »dlyy He kept; the lids drooped over t-bam, bhut Laurel might: not; Eye. their _ev_il glpam: “ Dayofi really ' mean what you say ?” shein‘qulred. a faint ring of hope in he: dejegged voice. " “ Yea, I infer' that your father has left you without: means of support; and I wish to offer you a. good sinuanon," Mr. Powell; replied, suavely, with a. sparkle m blibOId grey eyem1 v V Laurel tookthe bit of gilt-edged paste- board. and road the name wrinhen on it in‘ smooth copper-plate. In was *' Ross POWELL.” The . ypung than had seated himself. meanwhile, with the coolest self-pdsseasion, Laurel looked at him with her great, wist- ful, darkey'oa. ' “ Iâ€"ahâ€"oh. I was taken by surprise, then. Ihad not my wits about me,” he stammered, disooncerted. “ Pmy, .pardon my forgetfulness. I have been thinking about you all day; and wishing I could help you. Here Is my card. Pray, command my services.” " I needed a. friend tblsrxfibr'ning, but y-ou did non sgem to remember it than,” she 394d: aoqthinglyl The quicvk instinct of rfifiiity took alarm in Laurel’a breast. She draw back coldly as hg offered her his smooth white hand. .»,“ Good évening, Miss Vanef’r insinuatingly. “ I ventured to call, think- inghyou 11;!ng used a. friend.” To her Emazemenh she saw the rather good-looking and bold-eyed clerk she had met at the publjshingfxousg thagngqruipg. The room was all in darkness save to: the gaslight that streamed through the open window. Laurel turned quickly to light her little lamp, wondering who her visitor might be. She hustled the visual-[across the thresh- old. and. closing the door, stumped loudly down the passage, but returned in a. moment on tip toe, to play she eaves- drgpper. . ‘ “ Here’s a young man asking for you, Miss Vane. P’r’aps he’ll tell you how to make & houeét living now your pa’s dead,” she said, with a coarse, significant chuckle. The' £00.11], déor "iip’éZEd" gadfii'emy and without warning, and Mrs. Groves appegred. . ., ' With many a. light From the window and casement, r From garren m basement, She stood with amazement, Houseleas by night. “ Oh, what shall_ I do?” she moaned, tremblingly. “ It were a thousand times better, papa, if 1 had died_wil.hry_ou.j" had somewhere read. They seemed to fit her' owh foilorn strait: fbalievq that we Ban fanttu help Where the lamps quiver Solar in the river 'eefy In Scotland they regard, as in England, at as a good deal worse than murder. A the High Court of Justioisry in Edin- burgh Lord Young condemned a man I20 two months’ imprisonment for having knocked his wife down and kicked her to such an extent that she almostimmedietely died from lesion of the brain. The next prisoner was convicted of having stolen a letter containing two half sovereign’s and sixty stamps, His sentence was five years’ penal servitude. The moral of this is. kill your wife, but never commit the tar grewer crime of stealing a poetege stamp.â€" London Truth. - » The beyaderes of India. who possess the most perfect figures of any women of any country on earth, have a. much more healthful and charming device then any Europeans. Their corsets are formed out of the bark of the Madagascar tree, on a. principle which permits them every freedom of movement in breathing and 'in any form of exercise. These are wonderful productions of ingenuity. The color resembles the skin to a.» remarkable degree, and the material is so fine that the most delicate touch will hardly distinguish .it from human flesh. Once made these cor. sets are seldom removed, the beysderes even sleeping in them. They thus preserve astonishingly beautiful figures to pin advanced age, Without pain or discomfort to themselves, whilewe,who boastourselves intellectual and civilized, torture without beautifying ourselves. The clock in Trinity Church tower, New York city, is the heaviest) in America. It takes two men over an hour to wind'it up. Three thousand horses die each week in London. Their cateases are purchased by a. company which delivers meat for out: and dogs to many thousands of custom". There are 700,000 cats in the any. ’ The Wily Deception he Practised Upon [V1198 Whllncy. A Detroit despetoh says : The bigemist Newbold's lest pretence, the details of which have just come to light, show him to be a. most brazen fraud. He represented to Miss Whitney that he was an English nobleman owning 75.000 acres in England, with an income of $100,000 per year. He said the two women With whom he was living were his sisters, one being 9. 'widow with two children. He accounted for his then present appearance end occupation by saying that eevarel years ago an intimate friend of his committed treason. He rind his sisters being the only Witnesses against him had flcd, assumed their present dis; guise, end to aid in oonoesling their identity had represented the widow as his WlfB. He urged an immediate marriage; saying he was about to return to England to see his friend who had just been par; doned, and would at once serume his title and take possession of his estate. She said this explanation would secure her tether and mother’s oonsent,but he persuaded her it would be better for them to go at ones and then invite their parents to visit them in their English mansion. It is over I At a signal the whole 01mm?~ closes in, and the struggle is ended and the , feast begins. There Is a. tearing of fleshâ€"9. low growl of satisfactionâ€"end it is ecumer five minutes before the last wolt has vau- lshed from eight, leaving only the enema of blood on the grass for the vultures to look down'on. Grand old dog I They have tasted of his blood, but he has Sena them brawling back. Plumng his puws again on the breast of the dead, he growls defiance to the lust. The wolvea‘ huddle together for a. moment, as it in cuneultetion, and than they break up and term a. music: about their vxotima. The dog wheels slowly, growling his wrath and muttering hle defiance. Even now he could break through and escape, but he will not. Of a. sudden the leader of the pack dashes at him. but he returns to L-he olrole, whipped. bleeding, vengeful. HIS place is filled by three companions, and for a. moment the corpse is hidden from View and the uproar is frightful. They’m twenty to, one. and the scent of the dead adds to hheir fierceness and danhg, but as they advance to within ten panes of the dog every wolf comes new shop. Smud- wuh hiarfure paws on the breast of the corpse, the dog growls ‘ 9. Warning at each and every one before mm. He Could run away and save hlli life, but: we base idea. never comes to him. He ~wxll fight the whole puckâ€"he will die defending his dead I ' , , ' ' ' Hush! The dog wheels about and faces the north. A sound has reached his ears which sets his eyes nflame and raises every hairon his back. Yelp! yelp! yelpl In is the wolvesaihe pack which picked: up the tr‘ail he had made as he went to the north in search of water. ‘ ‘ ' ’ Skulkingâ€"malignantâ€"devillshl There are beasts which will lock you square in the face. The wolf never does. Restless eyesâ€"uneasy bodiesâ€"lolling tonguesâ€"yel- 1 low fangs! " There they go] The pack head across the prairie to the south, sniffing at the summer breeze as they run, end at each" long leap their eyes grow fierce: and clots ot foam fly from their red mbuths to blotch the velvet grass. It is a trail they are following, and the scent is fresh. Come on! It is a. strange sight which meets our eyes. Lying stiff and stark on the prairie, fingers clutching the grass and a. look of agony on the face already turning purple under the hot sun, is the body of a. hunter. Dead? No need to ask that when you have seen the terrible hole in his breast, and the blood which has welled out and soaked the grass and changed the color of the flowers. His rifle lies at his sideâ€"his peek at his head. No accident? Perhaps yesâ€"per- haps no. There is one who could tell us if he could but speak. “ Here dog I " Lying beside the deedâ€"rising quickly up as we approachâ€"1's the hunter's friend and companionâ€"a grand old dog. ‘ He looks straight into our eyes. If we have come to bury the dead with kind hands it is well. If 'we have come term: the master, beware 1 There is courage and fidelity and determi- nation. The echo is hardly lost in the pines before it is caught up and sent back from a. dozen throats, and a. moment after a pack of wolves break cover and race across the grass to‘joiu the lone animal which sent forth the rallying call. Alone on the Bleak Prairie. and n Vlcum or [he [terrible Flo-Ids. Sh. Paul Globe : A gaunt, shambling wolf which has been making erratic circles on the prairie suddenly stops. lifts his nose high above the grass, and anufis the air in every direction. Hark 1 A long-drawn howlâ€"a sound which maps on yam: nerves and brings a. chills The honest growl of the tiger would be music in comparison. It has no honest echo, but you hear the r-r-r-r-r sneaking across the half-mile of prairie to find evil company in the thickets beyond. " Will you come, Miss Vane?” fisked'vthe .pyehty maid, intelligently; -‘ . , €‘era,”'Lmrel Vanswared, hopefully, and so want torch to her future. each other. Come quickly, dam; Have no fear but that Clarice mll‘guide yqu safely to me'?‘ Your (Hand, 2‘ . NEIVELLE’B RONSbNSE. llumnn Llle in Scotland. TH E \VOLYES’ BANQUET. Corsets Mantle oi Bark. (To be continued.) "BEATBI‘X Gofibom”