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n m hex-he‘snofwetnithelow Men are starvingâ€"find themâ€"teed them. For His sake arise and go 1” Rebed and cessocked from the convent fifty Mars took their way. Downward through the holy stillness of the blessed Christmas Day ; Black against the drifted snow-banks showed their figures as they went, " Much they looked like birds of repine on an evil errand bent. Birds of rescue, not of rapine. were the black- robed brotherhood. Like the raven heaven appointed to supply the prophet's food. To the neegiy lend‘the dying gifts 0! life and The Frian’ Chmlm-I. (Chicago Current.) In the Convent of St. Joseph, high above the Pinchon Peas, Fifty monks before the altar knelt tofiey the Christmas mass ; mnhey knelt, but little cared they for the solemn words they said, All their thoughts_ were on the daintiea for their Christmas dmner spread. Much they murmured at the Abbot for his slow and measured drone ; " Will he never close the service ?" Suddenly a clearer tone Bong reborve them: “ For His coming, who to ___ a 1...... .a.. awn-Q -â€"vâ€" v , suave; world from sin Left the glory of the heavens for the manger c! an inn. " Is this mockery your welcome ? Is it thus you keep the Day Blessed forever by the Christ child that on Mary’s bosom lay ‘f Will you feast whilergghers tsmish? In the " 'E'ur'éfifiii tifiai here, ' I In the homes of want dividing all their cherished Christmas store. Robed and onuocked up the mountain through the dying ll ht of day Climbed the ty wenry friars. Long and dreary was the way ; At its and no Christmas deinties waited for them in the hall, Breediend waterjqrmed their dinner. Of their onmthm'tiifa’was in. But their 10 what heart can measure when above 1: e Abbot's drone Asheled their Vesper service rang again thet clearer tone: Ye are blessed in blessing others; whose lendeth to the Lord Findeth here and more hereafter his exceeding great reward. " Christ the Gift town-as true giving. Be is ever found of them W110 with gifts of heart and service seek for Him in Bethlehem- Ya have found Him." Into silence died the lingering notes away; In the hush the Abbot __whlspered; "Nuns “ I should not do that unless I was dn'ves to desperation,” said she girl to her- self wihh nngopsoioqa bravery: "She looked through the wihdow out upon the pefiutituh gro_nnd_s. .. “v “ In is a lovely home.” she said. “ I could be very happy here it I had no shadow on my hen-rt. But I cannot forget my sin. I repember always some lines that; I have Some flowers of Eden we still inherit, But the trail of the serpent is over them all. “ I would not call it sin it I were you,’ Clarice. “ That is too harsh a name. My mishress did not call it so. She said it was only a justifiable counter-plot, only a. harm- less. girl’s conspiracy." "5.81:9 Ju'ghhgo kiow best. She is older 3nd wiser than I am," said the girl, with n gjgam of hope on halt face: ._ (r-..â€" Clarioe was very clever for a girl in her situation. As aha worked away steadily on the pink dress, she artmlly followed up the impggssion her my wor‘ds had made : , I, ,-L :_\_- __K, _,W “ For my part I think it is the best joke I ever heard of. I do not pity the Go:- dons one hit. They deserved to be fooled!" she said. " There was no fault in Miss Gor- don’s lover. only he was not as rich as she “ Poverty is almost aorime in the eyes of the rich-is it not ‘2" asked her mistress, thoughtfull . “ Yes,” O’larioe answered, almost tartly. and she began to hem under her breath ; Dollars and dimes, dollars and dimes, An empty pocket is the worst of crimesl Her young mistress remained gazing thoughtfully from the window, the and expression of her face hidden by the falling waves of her golden hair. Deep, heavy sighs breathed at Intervals over her lips. Several days passed quietly without: any- thing occurring to frighten our masquerad- ing heroine again. The Le Boys gave no sign of their surprise at anything that occurred. They had, in tech, concluded that s. greet deal of he: oddness and origin- alihy algae tron: the loci: of thelovet in the It vexed him. He did not go away and leave her alone, as his mother would have done. He said to her, aaroastioally: “i YAre you crying for your mamma, little sir I; Beatrix flashed him a swift, angry look throlrégl: her tears, and answered: I. o H " At least she has the grace to be hon- esty," he said to himself. case. When she looked and.” she often did, they concluded she was thinking of him. When St. Leon actually came upon her weeping silently one day he thought it :35 on account of the separation from our ero. __., ._- ,,,,,,, Some ouuoainy came over him regarding the man who had won the heart or this girl. He would have liked to know his name. and whey he looked like, and it he was yorthy 9! the gr_ize hg hag won. “ Oonflde in ma, MISS Gordon." he said, obeying an impulse he could not himself underamnd. “ Tell me what your trouble is._ Perhapg I ygn hylp you." Balm-ix ahuddeted in horror. Ah, it he knew, how little he would be inclined to help her. Rather he would apum her from the Broad gates of_Ed_el_1_. _ “ §ou are very kind." she taltered. “ I thank you, but it is nothing." He looked at her a little scorntully. “ I have heard that women cry for noth- ing," he said. " I suppose it; muefi be true, on I now hear it confirmed by one of the She seldom saw him except at meals. and e little while in the drawing-room of an evening. The meat of his time was spent in the library or out riding and walking. But one day he came t2 her fibrgplfily. " I am going up to New York for a. few days," he said. “ I hope you will make use of my library while I am out of the way. “ Thank you," he said. rsdiantly. “ It I should see your parents," be con- tinued, “ shall I give them any message for__you ?" _ _..I nv- vâ€" . .1 She started and the‘ crimson rose she was holding fell from her hands. He won- dered why she grew so deadly pale, and “ambled so. The sudden radiance of a moment ago had all gone £50m her 1999: 7“ Give When: my" love,” she said in a husky voice, " and tall themâ€"hell them that I am greatly enjoying my visit to Eden.” St. Leon came home one afternoon and made his way straight to the library. The thickly carpeted floor gave back no echo to his lootinlls, and he stood on the threshold of the room several minutes gazing in at the open door unobserved by the single occupant of_ the apartment. As he had shrewdly suspected, his moth- er’s guest bad availed herself to the full 0! his permission to use the library in his absence. Quite oblivious to his near presence now, Beslrix was curled up in his great easy- ehair in a cozy. kibbenieh attitude, her warm flushed cheek buried. in the hollow of one small hand, her dark eyes bent in rapt intend: on an open book in her lap. A ray of sunshine stealing through the laoelcurtains at the window pencilled golden bars on her white dress and bright heir, making her look like a yiohnre to whose beauty St. Leon’s cultured eyes were by no means oblivious. He hesitated to startle her from her pretty. negligent attitude. but as he THAT BEAUTlFUL RIVER. yrwâ€"ZI/Yiir-jét ui my CHAPTER VIII. VIHosea Gordan Blake. llvwvnv uy..v- .... ..-_ _.._7, " Am I an ogre that you do me the honor to be frightened at me, Miss Gordon ‘2" he inquired. advancing into the room,a tone of displeasure in his deep, musical voice. “ 1â€"1 was not frightenedâ€"only startled, air." said Beatrix, faintly, as she stooped to recover her book: ' - -,,,,L uv .uuv- - .“y- _--_. She 19.ng it upon the table and was about to leave the room when he stopped her wifihrra alight. wave of hils glgyed hand. , n_._:__ 1' nun w" ..- .__.., .. .._, -. _, She eat down with a grasp and waited. She had been full of vegun teare and Bus- pioione regarding hie vieit to New York. She waited with a beating heart and a pale face for his next words. He would say, with that fine eoorn hie mobile face was so oapahle of expressing: " You are found out in your miserable conspiracy, Laurel Vane. You haVe come here pretending to be Mr. Gordon‘s daugh- ter while you covered her elopement with her lover. The true Beatrix Gordon is tar away, married to the man she has chosen. in defiance of her parents and friends. Punishment cannot reach her, but you. Laurel Vane, will have to' eufier for the outrage you have helped to papetrete on the Gordone and on us." A "nun n- nus... vlâ€"v- .. _. “ Resume your seat: oiling Gordon. 1 shall not believe you are not frightened it yogrun a_wa‘y like this,” he said. 34L _ .0”... an} nun'leafl “18 columns uuu uu an. i While she waited with a sick horror to hear him utter those wdj'da, she wondered vaguely when they could do to her to: her share in Beatrix Gordon’s conspiracy. Oould_they can} her_ into prison ? She had seen the outside of a penitentmry onoet How grim and dark and forbidding it looked with its iron doors and grated win- dows ? Would they shut her up in all her youth and beauty in such a horrible place as that, and for how long ? She shuddered as she thought it might be for lite. She had no idea, in her youth and innocence, how far and how long the powerful arm of the law could reach. But til; dreadful. words [or which she waited while the hand of ide seemed ho grip her thrga’a, gemsined upaquen._ Mr. La B y seated himself leisurely and drew off his dark kid gloves: Then he took up the volume she had been read- ing,_a.pd glanced at thefiitle. ,, , J _-.._ _-_.._..I- “.5, u..- b.â€"â€"... 7.- __- " I hope you have enjoyed your monopoly of my library." he said. " Yes,” she answered, faintly. “ And you are sorry I have returned to oust you from its enjoymentâ€"aren’t you ‘2" he stoked, etudylng her young face keenEy. ““wi-B‘llâ€"tfifiaâ€"Eeâ€"Ver} who 15 say so." 559 answered, gaining courage as the dreadful charge £0r__wl_n‘ch she waited was delayed. . LA _.-:-_ LL-.. 1’ ....-.,- --- .. .-_ W- _ “ As to them you cannot be rude: than I was in desiring you’ to stay out of this room while I was at home," he replied, with an air of insinoeriby. “ Will you pardon my selfishness, Miss Gordon, and peypit me 150 remoye‘the embargo ?" A--- 11:... She could soagél'yfilieilireire heruears. His tone was distinctly kind. Had he,t-hen. found out nothing? Was her secret safe ye! a. lintlglopgqr ‘2 ‘ -‘,1Ax __: .1::l “All. J v' .- ..-..._ Seeing that she hesitated, and did not speak, he continued : " I give you carte blanche as to the use of this room whether I am absent or pre- sent. Will you come here whenever you choose, to read, or write. or study? You will not disturb me, neither shell I disturb you.” ' ' ‘ ,,,_,A_.r._.r_: _-L ..-l. “ YZn thank H19, but you do not any that you1i_1_l_ come,” 319 said: u,,L _L .u- _ "'TThank you,” she murmured, not yet darigg to‘loolf at hip].- u‘ ,1 ,A,LI_-L ' V‘TWVH’l 7 you, please to look at me a. moment, Miss Gordon? I like to be looked at when I 3.111 talkjngfl’h "With an’éfim ahevlifted her long trin ed lashes. and turned herself to meet is prong, glittering_§a._tk Ieres. :- I-L. LA L- ' u I am a. spoiled child. I like to be humored," he said, with a. smile that lighted his face into a. subtle sweetness that first showed her how dangerously tes- oinsti‘ng the master of Eden could be when he willed. “ I want you to tell me, Miss Gordon. that you forgive my selfishness the other day. and that you will come to this room as freely as to any other room In the house. You will promise me, will you not? No one ever retuses me anything!” “ There is nothing to forgiveâ€"you had a right’ â€"-she said incoherenuly. “ If there wasâ€"and mind, I do not admit there was â€"I forgive you freely.” “ Thank you. And you will come ?" " Some timesâ€"perhaps,” she stammared. _ He_ pulled at his dark mustsoha impa- ":IWIhueu have a more definite promise than that,” he said. " I am used to having my way about everything.” tiengly". Though the words were arrogant, the hue was kind. He was thoroughly in earnest. She hesitated. She did not want to be drawn into such a promise, standing 111303 much in awe of the stately master of en. " You will not promise," he said, piqued. “ Very well. But you are the first women who ever refused a request of St. Leon Le Roy’s. Your forgiveness was only half hearted." He was more vexed than she knew. Hie wonderful oondeeceneion had not borne the fruit he expected. He leaned back in his chair with his elbow on the table, and pulled at his dark mustache with his shapely fingers, the coetly diamond on his hamLflaehing lu_ri_dly. While the small object of his displeasure watched the door with longing eyes, yearn- ing to escape from the oppressive dignity of his presence, she telh herself growing crimjon under his cold, proud geze_._ ' -- WM 9. "atubboEn little mite it is to refuse to humor me," he thought to him. selflqidispleasuth. _ _ 1‘ You have not make?! me 'yelz i! I saw your parents,” he said, after some minutes of film opprefssive ailegogi. n “ No, I did not see them. I called twice, but at both times they were outâ€"once driving in the park, and again attending a reception. “ You do not look sorry, Miss Gordon, although it was purely out of nour- teay_to_you that I went thug." __,_ V“, “ It is coming now," thought the small culprit in despair, and she ialt guilty that the color was all fading out of her cheeks under those watchful eyes. She could onl_y stummgr. ta§ntly, _“ Did.y_ou ?” widiferriiifinite joy Said relietIhe answered in 12139 negative. ‘7 [Hd'eoi 17am very sorry she murmured, but she could not make her face look so. His words were so great a relief to her that she could not look disappointed. He did not tell 'her how disappointed he was. He would not have owned to’himeelt‘that he had hoped to hear something about that lover from whom they had separated her. He would even have liked to have seen him. It was a new thing to: the blow. world- weary St. Leon Le Boy to feel curious over anything; but he had a great deal of outi- feityé over the man whom Beatrix Gordon ove . “71 should like to know it he is worthy of her.” was his excuse to hip 0W9 hgart. "iiuu'hé’lisa nofi seen the Gardens. and he had found out nothing about their daughfier's lover. “ If he is good and true "and noble I should like to help the child to happiness,” heiaaid to himself. “If he is an ignoble fortune-hunter. as they any, I should most decidequ try to {orward the Gordon’s plot.” And it was rather curious that in hi5 own mind he had ‘quite decided that the unknown young man was a. villain of the deepest dye. He pitied Beatrix for hav- ing fallen in love with a. sea-mp who was only after her money. But as the days went by a. change came over Beatrixjhat puzzled h_ina. , I ,,. ‘9",259L# LA“ ‘_~, , ,, Some of bar shyness, her timidihy, her sadness wore off. A look 0! contentment dawned on the fair face and in the dark eyes. Her cheeks gained color and round- neaa. She even laughed sometimes, a mellow laugh that was so sweat and glad it thrilled one’s heart to hear it. Mrs. Le guy you puzzled. ‘ ,,-L _:_:.... I-.. L..- -,.. ..... ,.....--_. ' “ She is certainly not pining tor her lover,” she said to her son. “ At first she was so strange and sad I thought she was breaking her heart over him. But she is so young it is likely that change of scene has driven him completely out of her mind. The Gardens did well to send her here}: In her heart Mref Le Roy had a. secret fancy that‘the charms of her son had quite blotted out the image of Beatrix’e absent lover from her oung heart. Not that St. Leon or Beet x gave her any reason to think so, but._the wish was father to the thought. She would have been delighted it these two had fallen in love with each other, for the greatest desire at her heart was to see St. Leon married. _uv “V-unvâ€"vâ€" â€" The day omitâ€"e "6â€"1361; réher .ohanged her mind on that latfgt point._ C a , _A____L CHAPTER IX. ‘ In the private parlor of a neat hotel in a city not very far from New York, the true Beatrix Gordon was sitting one lovely gauging awaiting the coming of her hus- an . - Although Beatrix had deceived and deserted her parents, and foisted an impos- ter on the aristocratic Le Roys, she looked positively and undeniably happy this bright summer morning. Her lovely blonde face, with its crown of soft golden hair. glowed with love and happiness, and her beauty was enhanced by her becoming morning- dress of soft pale blue with delicate trims mi_r_:_gs a! rich cream‘tinted lacs. s,,,-._ -_: n.._:| a w, W ,, The door opened suddenly, and Cyril Wentworth, he: handsome young husband, entered with a letter in his hand. He kissed hie lair young bride, and held the deli?“ envelope tantalizineg out of team . , “ At last I" cried young Mrs. Wentworth eagerly, and she sprung upon a chair and gayly possessed herself of her letter. “ It is {torn my_sweeo httgmLaur-el." , ,A_:_I.\._ .3355; it open and‘E-Kn heieyes quickly ever the contents. while her husband watched her expressive face with deep anxjetyLA ‘ _ -. . ,,,,.-| I__.. Enverfiniahed at last, and ‘turned her fond. smiling blue eyes upon Cyril’s ques- tioning face. ____ _ » -- .. nu, ,7 LA_- “ All 'goes well." she said. " They have not discovered my charming little plot yet. Papa and mamme have written. and they are both as well as usual. Clarice answered their letters, and imitated my hand and style so well that they were completely impgsed upon." . . . ,,A21u _-_-: .._rv..-.. .â€" “Olarioe Efiat be a clever maid,” .aaid Cyril: .-.\ . . “n , ,s.___‘:__ “ She is,” said Beatrix. ” Her education is far above that of her class generally. She was very valuable to. me. I hated to part with her, but I was obliged to send her to Eden to keep. up appearances, answer mamma’s letters, and keep Laurel Vane up to her part.” gnu ,,u,,: I 717155 Viv-1132;}; "all: lame to and 7” asked OyriL ' .. u n . 2‘14‘_ figâ€"(3h, not for several months yet, it I can help it,” answered the pretty bride, looking trighjenedgt phe very ideal" n 7 "WM-.. " But why keep it up so long? I cannot understand your reluctance to have your parents learn the truth, love. They cannot forbid the bane now, for we are united as fast as Church and State can bind us,” said Cyril Wentworth, who had an honest. open nature ; and now that he had won his bonny bride, longed When the whole world hear what a prize he had won. “ I have a secret reason, Cyril, darling," said the fair bride, twining her arms about his neck, and looking up in his race w1th sweet, shining eyes, " It. Lsursl plsys her part well, and I can keel} onrmsrrisge secret a few monthe,some grest'good fortune will come to lie, Cyril.'It notâ€"it it is slltound ‘out soonerâ€"why, then," with a little eon- tented sigh, " I shall still ' have you, my dear. Fate osnnot tske you from goal" 71315” Hanoi. You shall not hear one word till the timeis up,” answered Beatrix, gayly. “ I forbid you to even think of the motifs: agm‘n3 air I" I II ",77HA S‘ v33 grifidiywiifin‘dt ofiriomy, darling." laughed Cyril Wenjyottlj. __ “ Yéuwruw-wisixea fire my law," answered the lover-husbandtin a. tqne as gayya berg: the lover-husband, in a tone as gay as hers. “ There isone thing that troubles me,” she said, presently, running her eyes again over the letter which she still held open in her hand. “ Lsnrel writes me that Mrs. Le Roy’s son has returned from his Enro- peanhpur. am! _is M Edenfl" ,. 3,,A-“_L nu “ Why should that trouble you‘, deal-ass ‘2" he inquired, genderly. .‘ I “ Do you not see that the chances of dis- covery are doubled. Cyril? Mrs. Le Roy seldom leaves home, and would be far more likely to be imposed upon by our little conspiracy than would he: keen-wilted son. Laurel writes me that he is keen, critical, brusque. She is atruid ot_h.iu}-_” 1-“ her.” “TEE-vs Eifkfioy about this Mr. Le Roy," said Cyril, lightly. “ He will {all in love yvihlgfihe pretty little impostor and marry mfieatrix looked grave and troubled at this nova} puggestion. “Oh, that would never do," she cried. “ My little Laurel is as beautiful as a dream, but she is not a fitting mate for St. Leon Le Roy. He is wealthy and aristo- cratic, and, I have heard, as proud as Luci- fer. And sheâ€"a drunken journalist’s daughter! No. no. that would never do, Cyril. She would not dare! I am not afraid of such a thing. She shall come and live with me andbe like my own sister when her stay at Eden is over, and we shall find here. husband more suitable to her than St. Leon Le Roy 1" CHAPTER X. ‘Indeed there seemed less chance of this catastrophe than at‘ first. “Laurel, with ready adaptability, was beginning to fit herself into her place. Under ’Glarice’s constant tuitione and admonitions, her shyness and timidity had been somewhat overcome, and a pretty. graceful ease had replaced it. Her beauty had expanded and increased like a flower in the sunshine. As thefiret restraint of her manner were off, she developed a rare grace and winning sweetness that, added to her native origin, ality, made her very charming. Mrs. Le Roy, in her stately, quiet way, had grown londoiher guest. ' Two months had passed, and Luurel Vane still remained at: Eden, in her character of Mr. Gordon’s daughter. The oleve; can: apimy 133d not been d‘isgoven‘ad yet. n s, “ Although there could not be a. greater contrast imagined than exists between Beatrix and her mother. I am inclined to give the palm to the former." she confided to St. Leon. “ I was fond of Mrs Gordon when she was a girl. ‘She was a fair, sweet young girl, but she lacked the charms that distinguish Beatrix. The girl makes giedthink of some beautiful, timid. wild 1r ." “VIM first you thought be: awkward and uncultivated,” said So. Leqn._qarelesaly. __ “ It was more shyness that has worn 01! long ago,” answered Mrs. Leroy. “ She puzzles me still, but she no longer appears awkward and uncultured. " Still I admit that her education has been an uncon- ventional one. She knows little that a girl in her position might be expected to know. On the contrary, she has. some attainments not to be lookedjor. She knows German and Latin and some French, but she has no accom- plishments, and she cannot play the piano. She says her father educated her. I take it he_ is a peculiar person?“ " Anyhow. I behave she is perfectly cured at her fancy tor thatâ€"that person. I have never heard his mum yetâ€"have you, fit. Leon ‘2” " Yes: it is Cyril Wentworth.” ‘f A good name. II! it yossiblo that: Bea- “ Bathér. I shouid say,” St. Leon assenta, withrhisfilighlily _bo_red air: trixfipld 5:61} ?"‘e_ic!§.ims hia‘moiflger. “No;w ilrhésrd it once,. by the meresfi accident-{on one of my tripg to New York,” Si. Leon “swarmgith bung iqdifierencg. 1"Andâ€"aâ€"-Via.ixw!qW59.rt kind of amanis he, St. Leon? As black as he was paj‘nled 7" AI, A7, _4_ ‘_-u LL- 2,...2I :â€" r ...... . “ By no meansâ€"they say even the devil is not that, you know,” with a. short, drylaugh. “ I have even seen the fellow. He is com- peraflVely poorâ€"1' should any that that is the worst there is’ to him." _ " Handeo e '1’” “ As Apol oâ€"and better stillâ€"game," he answers, with a. abort.-dry laugh that has a rin_g_ of bitterness _in it. , _ L2,, 4L "713113866323; Ricotta, quick in instinct, catches the subtle intonation of almosfi env__y iii thug: one qoyoliiding wo'rg. , Aliquni She lays her white hand on his shoulder and looks up into the handtome, proud, world-weary face with its cold, cudéd‘ lips -â€"no15 pittyinglyâ€"St. Leon has never borne pity in his liteâ€"bub with fondesfi love and admiration. “ As young as you, Sta Leon ‘2”,a‘he asks speciously solving his unacknowledged wound. . . V " Why, mother, how you talk I” he- says, not unkindly. "aWh'y, I and old. "Epiny- flve my last'birthday; and the crows feet andgray hairs not so far'gw'ay 1" ‘ 3" W‘Ifidyyou” cum-my. son ‘2" she asks him, a little wiatiully». ' H ;‘ Citeâ€"why Ehould I ‘2" he asks, frownâ€" ing. “ And yet I- have no mind tgflgontra- diet the poet, who says: ' The loss of youth is sadness To all who think or feelâ€"- A wound no after gladness Gan ever wholly heal ; And yet so many share it, We learn at last to bear it. His glance wanders from the windoth into the beautiful grounds. where Laurel Vane is wandering, bright-eyed, bright- haired, lovely, in the golden springtime of youth. ' Sweet farce, sweet eyes, and gleaming Sun-gifted mingling hairâ€" Lipi like two rose-buds dreaming In J une’s fruit-scented air. ' Life, when herepring days meet her. Hope, when her angels greet her, Is non more calmâ€"nor sweeter, And love is not more hair. " After all, there is nothing on earth so beautiful as youth,” he says, aloud, his dark eyes following the flutter of that white rope pmgng the trees. " She looks furtively past him and sees Laurel, too, the sunlight shining on the fair young face. her white apron-overskirt heaped high with flowers after her usual fashion, the retrain of a song on her lips that floats back to them in snatches. It is Mrs. Browning'sâ€"" The Lady’s Yes.” Yes. I answered you last night, No, this morning, sir, I sayâ€" Ctgvofis seen by candle-light, 1 not look the same by day. When the viola played their best. Lamps above and laughs below, Love me sounded like a. jest. Fit for was. or fit for no. Mrs. Le Roy laid her delicate hand, all glittering with jewels, on the shoulder 01 her idolized son. “ St. Leon. you talk of growing old," she said. “ My son, does not the flight of time remind you that you argnegleuting a. duty yog owe to yourpelf ?" ’ He turned to lock curiously into her face, and the white figure out among the trees wandered farther away, seeking new delights, like the bright-winged butuerfliee, among the flowers. The echo of her song died in the distance. “ Duty, mother," he said, carelessly. “ I did not know that the vocabulary of my life contained that hard word. I thought all I had to do was 60 ' eat, drink, and ’ "â€" sarcastigallyâ€"“ ‘ be mergy.‘ ’_’ _ W“ St. Leo-n; you are hit feigning ignor- ance of my meaning,” she said, wistfully. " You misunderstand me." " Upon my honor. no," he said. Explain yourself.” ' “ You should marry." APdark red flush crept under his olive akin; His slender sfiraight black brown met in a. trqwn over @119 proud dark eyes. " Forgive me," pleadingly. “ I cannot help but revive it'again. St. Leon, when you quoted that epiourean motto, ' eat. drink, and be merry.’ you forgot that letter clause, ‘ tor to-morrow we die.‘ " He shrugged his broad shoulders impe- tiently. “ Well ?” he said. “ ‘ For to-morrow we die,’ ” she repeated. " And oh, 86. Leon. there is no hair to Eden 1” " I thought we had derped that: sfibjecti ages_ago,_" he aaig, fr_igi@!y. . “ (Luella imports !" lifting his dark brows with} aligho gestyre of indiflefenqq: “ Oh, my son, do not treat it with indiL ferenoe,” she cried. “ You are the lust Le Roy 0! your race. The fine old name will the with you, the wealth of the Le Rays will pass to strangers. unless you marry and leave an heir. I am proud. I cannot hear to have it thus. Oh, So. Leon, choose yourself a wife and me a. daughter from am_ong the fair flanges ot_ your own‘lnnd.” . V Her handsome, haughty old face was transformed with emotion. her dark eyes dim with tears. He turned 1r0m§he eight of it and looked from the window again. has the slim white figure no longer glegmed among the green trees and the bright) par- terres of flowers; It had strayed out of eight.___ " Where shall I find you a daughter worthy of your love, my lady mother?" he said, lightly. yet with some intuugible emo- tion beneath his tone. She hesitated, and her glance, too. wan-l dated from the wmdow and 0&me bank dis- upquntgd. ~ .â€" ‘ICI n-n “ Sh. Leon, what do you think of Beatrix Garden ‘2” 511's asked wiattuuy. The dark eyes flashed. " For shame, moths; IV _Wou!q I steal anofihei nian’s Betrothed ?" he said. Meanwhile Laurel Vane had strayed carelessly on to the gates of Eden, the light song still lingering on her lips, the light of the day reflected in her eyes and on her face. She was learning to be happy, this beautiful girl pver whose unconscious head hung the shadow of long years of sorrow. Sfieiieened her arm or}, the rustic gate and looked wonderingly, as she often did, across the dusty carriage-road at the beautiful nver. 77“? Should I ever be coward enough to throw myself into its dark depths, and ‘ so end all'?" she asked herself, with sudden gtapzity: _ A sudden step. the dark figure 0! a man looming before her, made her lift her wide, dark eyes. A cry 0t mingled-horror,loath- ing. and fear burst from her lips. “ Rosa Powell 1“ Some Wedding Superstitions. In Sweden the bride must carry bread in her pocket, and as many pieces of it as she can throw away, just so much trouble does she cast from her; but it is no luck to gather the pieces. Should the bride lose her slipper, then she will lose all troubles, only in this case the person who picks it up will gain riches. The Mahxmen put salt in their pockets, and the Italians “blessed” charms. The Romans were very super- stitious about marrying in May or Febru- ary; they avoided all celebration days. and the Calends, Nones and- Ides of: every month. The day or the week on which the 14th of May tell was considered very unlucky in many parts of “ merry old Eng- land,” and in the Orkney Islands a bride selects her wedding day so that its evening may have a growing moon and a flowing tide. In Scotland the last day of the year is thought to be lucky, and if the moon should happen to be full at any time when awed’ding takes place. the bride's cup of happiness is expected to be always full. In Perthshire the couple who have had their bans published at the end of one. and are married at the beginning of another, quarter of a. year. can expect nothing but (To be continued.) "Christmas Eve, i it? Ayeâ€"there are the bells. Oh, God! is there anything I hear. anything I see, that doesn’t bring me pain now ? And yet it is not so long ago, not so very many years past when Christ- mas was a happy time, a time of hope, and of meeting old friends, and at warmth, and comfort, and laughterâ€"when did I laugh last? ‘Yesmthat day last winter twelve- months, when I was soaked through and had the rheumatism, and hadn’t eaten a bite [or two days, and I asked the young swell coming down the stairs of the elevated at Ghatham Square Ioiflod’s sake to give me something. He gave me a quarter, and saidyl Here, my poor fellow. take this, and'much good may it do you ;‘ and then hevtook his friend's armand they both went away laughing. I almost cried over that quarter. 1 held it as tight as it it would fly away it I opened my hand. I forgot the rheumatism and the deadly taintness that was over me, and I almost ran down to Tweed’s restaur- ant. The hunger that had grown to be only a dull pain grew sharp and fierce again as I thought of the hot, steaming food I could buy with ten cents of that quarter. I went in an d sat at a table, and it seemed an hour before the waiter name and said, in the salt, gentle tones the cure always use to the ragged, ‘What d’ye want?’ What was it I ordered ? Ayâ€"beef stew. ‘Where’s yer money?’ said the waiter, and my hand shook as I gave him the quarter. He looked at it and bit it. and then took a fork, broke the coin in two on the edge of the table, and threw the pieces at me. Then he took me by the collar. dragged me up, tearing my poor old coat all down the back, ran me into the street and flung my apology‘to‘r a hat alter me. That was when I laughed, laughed to think what a. good joke that young swell had played on me, and how he would enjoy telling ill to his friends. It must have been a pleasant laugh, for a young_girl who was passing gave W"- L4 -_-- ._::| " l"â€"U u‘" -' - - .. a little shriek and sprang to one- side as she heard it. I didn’t hear him any maliceâ€"he was only thoughtless. ‘ A drunken old tramp,’ that was the way he would describe me in telling the story. Drunkenl when the only thing that had passed my lips tor two whole days had been a tin of water I took from the fountain in Union Square. It’s very cold. Very cold.” He was a man with gray hair, thin and bent, and clad in what had once been along brown overcoat, the remains of trousers so covered with mud that the original color could not be determined; a salt telt'hat, through a hole in the side of. which his grizzled hair could be seen,and boots‘in the same condition as the hat. His long, thin fingers were knotted and distorted by rheumatism, and in one at them he held a stick that helped him on his way. He looked 60, but it was only 45 years since he was born. Betterâ€"far better â€"tor him it he had never lived to'see his second year! As he muttered his meditations to himself, he sank, exhausted on the snow-covered steps of a house on Fifth avenue. He was weak and ill, and tired of being rudely driven from area doors by busy servants, whose employers were giving children's Christmas Eve parties, and holding all kinds at high revelry in honor of this time of Charity and Peace. One young Irish girl, fresh from the old Kerry hills, where the stranger is never turned away, and where the poor can always find some food to spare, ,some shelter, however slight, for Wanderers poorer than themselves-had given him a nickel, and bade “ God help ‘ you, my poor man,” in giving, but he could i only spend that nickel to advantage'after a long tramp to Chatham street or the Bowery, and heflwas worn out. ml , 11,,-L nI.~_;_L_‘,__ uvu s.-.“ ...__ __ “ Christmas Eve. The first Christmas Eve I can remember was at home. I was about 6 years old. There was a large dinner party at my father’s that day, and I was dressed in my blaek velvet suit, with a large white collar and broad oherry-oolored rib- bon round my neck, and was taken down to the dining-room by my young nurse alter dinner. How proud the poor girl was of me 1 How well I remember her stopping just outside the door to give a last touch to my hair and the ribbon before she let me go in. There sat my father, the very ideal of the genial, polished, hospitable hostâ€" always the very lite and soul of the parties of. triends he loved to gather round hie boardâ€"seated at its loot, while the stout, red-laced butler stood solemnly at the side- board behind his chair. _1 pm see the bril- liant lights. the sparkling glass and silver, the long double line of guests, and, at the head of the table,‘my poor mother, splendid in her. royal beauty and rich dress, smiling proudly at me as I timidly made my way to her side. I was a handsome boyâ€"a very handsome boyâ€" and I knew it, for I had heard people speak of it a thousand times, was told to recite something, and I recited Mrs. Hemans’ sad linesâ€"‘ The Graves ot a Household.’ Even then those verses always made me thought- ful ; but ah! how little did I realize their bitter truth, or dream how near that truth would touch me in the future, as it does to-day. I spoke the verses well enough, begause I instinctively felt them", and as I finished the last ; L And parted #111th” $9" who P1951911 Beneath the same green tree, ‘ ' > ' Whose voroce mingled as they prayed Around the parent knee ; ' They that with smiles lit up the hall, And cheered with song the hearthâ€" Alasl for love, if thou wert all, And naught beyond, 0 Earth! there was a. brief silence. Then I was given a glass of wine ; the ladies rose, and I Went wihh them to the drawiug‘room. Would to God that wine had been me deadliest .poisou at which Borgia. ever dreamed 1‘” , J "iiiâ€"was Eédfiy midnight.‘ and the sweet, low chimes cfime clear and aoffily to the wanderer’s ears, across this anw. " The next Christmas Eve that I remem- ber, I spent in the rooms of acollege friend. We were all going to our homes by early morning trains, and we had met to celebrate the close of our labors for a time. We were a jovial crew, full of health and strength and life and spirits. We were accounted the wildest, most reckless, and at the same time cleverest, most hard- working and most successiul set in the University, and we deserved our reputation in all points. I was 19 then. One of those men is news Fellow of Cambridge, one is a bishop, another is a Queen’s counsel, one is a chaplain in the army, and of the restâ€"I have lost sight at someâ€"one fell in Africa, one died of fever taken from a patient, some fill drunkards’ graves. and Iâ€"I. who was second to none of themâ€"I am here. We drank lull many a genial toast that night, san many a lioyial chorus, till the ancient ra ters of t e cgllege chambers rang. Accursed be the toastsâ€":draughts we drank them in! No, no I It is my faultâ€"mine alonefl’ “ ‘ I love yoEiBE,bh,'I love you! But, oh, Tom, it you want to keep-my love. it you want me ever to be your wfla. you must " It was Christmas Eve, four years later, when I told her that I loved her. It was in the ternaryâ€"that wonderful [emery that my lather was so proud ol,with its grottoes, and waterfalls, and tropical plants, and plaahing fountains. and the rich, warm light of hidden lamps. How viyidly it all rises in my mind i We stood beneath“ a tall tree tern, and before I knew it she was clasped to my breast, and I was looking down into the depths of those clear dark eyes, and pressing her soft red lips to mine. How is it that I am sane yet, thinking of what is and what has been 1 Will I forget what she said to me even when I’m lying in the rough pine pauper’s box in Potter's Field '1” God grant I may}. 1-. . The music of the Christmas bells still lose and tall, and died away across the snow. The lonely tramp looked up. and the pale moonlight, fallin on his haggard face, showed such a look 0 pain as devils might be glad to age. _ _ 1-1 -,,,,,,,,A“_LL,_ CHRISTMAS EVE. Bv an old Tramp. ' give up wine. and everything like that. Will you promise me, Tom? For I have you.Tom.. and you wouldn’t‘break mg heart. anld you. Tom ‘2: ‘ ' “ Then I gave her 8. solemn promise. and God knows I meant to keep my word. I never drank ‘too much,’ I thought, in those days. FoolthethasI A glassâ€"a. single dropâ€"wus‘too much’ for me. So I went to London to keep my terms at the Middle Temple, and Christmas Eve came round again,andI was true .to my word. And there wees glow on Nellie‘s cheeks, anda light in her beautiful eyes. as I clasped her in my arms, and she saw I had been faithful. She would marry me, she said. in two years. as soon as I had been called to the Bar. LA. “ And next: Christmafi'Eve saw me rav- ing in delirium tremens in a London hos- pital ; and when I recovered I found a letter from my love in which she told me I must hope no more. I hoped no more. I came here. And down, down, step by step, have I fallenâ€"marking my downward course by every Christmas Eve that's passed for twenty years -and now I'm near the last. I am past help. God pity me. Amen.” The tramp'a head sank upon his breast. And high and higher rang the Chrisnmaa chimes: Homeâ€"Homaâ€"sweet-sweet â€" Home. Be â€" it -â€" ne-vetâ€"soâ€"homelyâ€" There’sâ€"no-oâ€"plaoeâ€"-likeâ€"â€"-Home. Home Homeâ€"â€" The tramp looked up. A mighty sob burst from his breast and shook his feetle frame from head to foot. He raised his face once more to the cold moonlight; he clasped his bony hands ; he gave a quick, short gasp. and then fell back on the steps, while a. thin crimson stream flowed from his lips and stained the snow. He and his sorrows lie in Potter’s Field. “ If you are suffering from poor health or ' languishing on a. bed of slckness,take cheer. ‘1: you are simply ailing, or it you feel ' weak and diaplrited ‘ without clearly know- 'in why, Hop Bitters ‘wi 1 surer dare you. If you are a. minister, and have ovextsxed yourself with your pastoral duties, or a mother, worn out with cars and work, or a. man of business or labor, weakened by the strain of your everyday duties, or a. man of letters toiling over your midnight work, Hop Bitters will most surely strengthen you. If you are suffering from over-eating or drinking, any indisoretion or dissipation, or are young and growing too last, as is other: the case, " Or if you are in the workshop, on the ' farm. at the desk, an where: and feel ‘ that your system nee a cleansing, ton- ‘ gag, or stimulannng, wighouu innoxicafir ‘ mg, it you are 01 , ~ 3 blood min and impure. pulse feeble. nerves unsteady, faculties waning, Hop Bitters is what you need to give you new life, healch and vigor." If you are oostive, or dvspeptic or suffering ing from any other of the numerous um- easea of the'stemach or bowels, it is your As Peter Daugherty, of New York, arose on Thursday morning he ordered his 13- year-old daughter to bring him a bottle of whiskey. She refused, saying he had already drank one bottle, and another would make him drunk. Daugherty became infuriated,‘eei’z'e'd a. poker and struck at his . daughter, when harfmother interfered and was badly beaten. Dougherty then threw his daughter on the floor and jumped up gud down ugon her. She will die. yougherty i161? sii'é'fiéfifig’ Eifa‘y’wit‘h any form of Kidney disease, st‘op tempting death this ‘ moment, and turn for aâ€"oute to Hop Bitters. own fault it you are 111. “If If you are sick with that terrible sick- ness, Nervousness, you will find a “ Balm in Gilead " in Hop Bitters. â€"It you are a. frequenter. or a resident of, â€"e. miasmatio district, barricade your sys- â€"-tem egsihst the scourge of all countries â€"Meleriu, Epidemic, Bilious and Intel'- â€"-mittent Fevers by the use of Hop Bitters. If you have rough, pimply, or Hallow Ekin, bad breath, flop Bitners will give you fair skin, rich blood, the sweetest breath and heal-‘11. $500 will be paid for a. case they will not cure or help. "Oh, how I do wish my skin was as clear and soft as yours." said a. lady to her friend. "You can easily make it 50,” answered the friend. “ ng ?" inqqgrodjhe flrstz_1ady. 7713}1:533;fi‘JfiéREJu‘ifiEkaea pure, rich blood and blooming health. It did it for me. as you observe." fi'None genuine withoxit a. bunch of green Hops on the white label. Shun all the vile, poisonous stufi with "Hop" or Hope" in their According to the PharmaceuticalReco'rd freckles may sometimes be made to (1158:!!- pear by an application of citric acid nighs and morning. Dr. Duhring advises an emulsion of almonds, 30 be applied until a. slight amount of deaquamation takes place. To the victim of pains and aohee'no tidings can give greater pleasure than the means of relief. Paleon’e wammn exactly fills the bill. Nerv‘iline cures'heudaehe. Nervlline is sure in lumbago. Nerviline, the great cure for internal or external pains. Trial bottles goeting iny 1.0 cents may be had at any drug store. Buy one ans} test it. Large bottles of Nervuine only 25 cents. at all druggiata. N erviline, nerve pain oure. The Geographical Society of Amsterdam has just acquired the only fae aimile of the oldest map known to exist, representing the Roman Empire such as it was during the reign of Augustus. The map consists of twelve canes. and is eight metres and a halt long. The original, dated 1265, is in the Royal Library of Vienna. â€"â€"â€"â€"â€"The best test of a. human life is the amount of good 115 has been and done to others. Mrs. Lydia. E. Pinkhsm may be given a. seat of honor among those who haw helped to change sickness who health, and to transtorm the darkness of suffering into the sunshine at rest and hope. 139.3 been ai-‘reatedg This paper makes a practice to examine closely and reject all matters of such a character as could be in any way objection- able to our readers, but the following, drawing as it doos to your notice the name of an article of sterling merit, known throughout the land as the only sure and non-poisonous remedy for cows. is welcome to a place in ours columns. 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