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As she pleaded slowly along she came to a little pnvabe game m the rustic fence that ineloned Eden. In led into a. picturesque, banky delL with running streams, leufy shades, 0001. green hurt, and beds of wild fln-vere and exquisite ferns. The master oilien carried the key go this private unfit-nee, 01m maturing w to the more A pang like a dagger’s thrust pierced her heart an nhe thought. She looked back at the towered and turreted mansion. and the beauuful exuensive grounds, with some- thing of than hopeless despair our first mother must have felt on leaving paradise. The scum: of uhe fl )Wexs she he: with the keeneahwpafiiq. urn. "ravwn. . ‘n.... ._ “ Shall I ever dare-ed go back ‘2” 'she said. “ Am I gmugnawaw» far 4119 last tame now, winh no home, no fueuda no turn be in mydeapuirâ€" with nothing but these flowers aud-a§ memory 7?"? Here for awhile they smiled and sang, alive in the interspace ', Hale with tpe grape penemh the feet and the aiai‘s abovB the face. Now are then feet. beneath the grass, and Whether has flown their grace ‘2 Who shall asaure me whence they come, or tell us the way they go 1’ Verily,1ife with them was joy, and now they have loft us, woe; Once fihpyfivgre not, mu} now they are, not : and Playme a march Iow'toned and slow, a march for a Si ant trend, Fit forr the Wandgring feet of one who dreams of “ Perhaps Mr. Gordon has sent for Bea- trix to return home,” she thought despair- ingly. ” Then the conspiracy wul all be discovered. I shall be driven away from beautiful Eden." the silent dead Lonely between 9119 lzones below and the souls this‘ is trhé Sufii we know. Orderly range the seasons due, and ;orderly roll we Mars, How shall we deem the soldier brave who frets of his wounds and scan; I Are we as senseless brutes that we should dash at the well-seen bars ? Her trembling limbs would scarcely sup- port her, but she walked on as fast as she could, her mind filled with vague conjec- tures and ding suspicjons. N0,WQ‘ar9‘po}-e _vsith feet: uufixed, but ever as "He is really going there," she said, trembling, “and, 0 Heaven, upon what mission? He is Mr. Gordon’s clerk, and he has come up n] some errand to Beatrix Gordon. They will send out to search for me, and he will learn the truth. I cannot: go back. I am afraid ! I must hide myself tithe is gong!" H ' " it with lead Drawn Item the qrbs which shine above to the No, we are here to wait, and work, and strain our bamahe'i eyes, Weary and sick of soil and toil, and hungry, and mm for skies Far irom we reach of Wingless men and not to sealed with cries. Janimry. No, we are here to bend our necks to the yoke of Tyrant Time, Welcoming all the gifs he gives usâ€"glories of younu and prime ; Patiently watching sham all depart as our heads grow White as rime. Ah, but 8.18.3 for the smile of smiles that never but one face won: I Ah, 101' the voice that has flown away like a bird to an uuneen snore I Ab, for the face, the flower of flowers, that blow soms on earth no more I â€"Cosmo Monkhousc, in the Magazine of Art for If Laurel Vane wee thunderebtuck at the unexpected sight of the villain who had so deeply insulted her helpless innocence in New Yolk, Ross Powell on the other hand was delighted. Hie bold eyee gleamed with evil Joy. his thin lipe curled ins. moo_k_i_ng inane.“ _ “Miss Vane," he exclaimed. “lsit posA Bible that I find you again after all my fruitless search? But I might; have known thuiauoh an angel wopld fly to Eden 1” ‘ The uhreat had the hoped-for effect. He threw her arm {tom him w1bh a smothered oath. Laurel pushed quinkiy past him and walked on down the road. A carriage rat- tled past, and under cover of the cloud of dues in raised she looked turbively back at her worsted foe. He had entered the gate of Eden and was walking slowly uy the gravel path to the hopne. Why do we mourn the days that goâ€"for the sun shines each day ‘2 Evern. spring her primrose hath, and over a May 1101' may ; Sweet as the rose that died last year is the rose than is born to-day. Do we not too return, we men. as ever the round earth whirls 1’ Never a head is dimmed with gray, but another is suuned wim curls. She was a. girl and he was a. boy, but yet there are buys and gins. _ "V " 31:1; 2); Which We tread, Down to the dust from which we came and with which we shallmiugle, dead. Horror uuucnemble had seized upon Laurel. The song had died on her lips, the color fled from her face, she shared an her toe with parted lips, from which the breath oeme m palpitatmg gasps. while he: wide, terrified eyes had the anguished look of some hunted creature. He had come to betray her, she said to herself. All was ended now. He had found her out. He would tell the Le Boys who she was. and how she had deceived them. She could fancy Mrs. Le Roy’e scathing words of condemnation. She could ima- gine the lightning scorn in BB. Leon's proud, cold eyes. Smfliug the moan upon her lips, she cried oufi ill passionateflespair { “Réss Powell, win“: has brought you here ‘2" “Imight ask you the same question,” he returned, coolly. "It certainly never entered my mind that I should find the dagghfiegof Louis Vans 8. Vii-3W0! an Eden. He had not traced her here then. What- ever had brought him to Eden it had been some other cause than the denunmation ot Bantu-ix Gordon’s plot. His had spoken unwarily. His words let a s_l_1dd_en‘llghb upou_her mind. Her heart leaped with hope, then sunk heavily again. He was here and he would find her out. She could trust to his hate am} his desire for vengeance for that. " You hurt me," aha said despamtely. "Release my arm, Ross Powell, or I will scream for help. I hear carriage-wheels coming. Whoever it is I will appeal for protection.” _ Obeying a. sudden: desperate unpulse, she pushed open the gate and stepped out into the road. " You are right," she said, bitterly. “ Do you think that the proud, rich Le Roys would have Laurel Vane for their guest? My errand at Eden is done, Mr. Powell. Lei me pass, it you please.” He stood before her, dumbfounded at he: coolness, glancing from her pale, agitated face to the flowers she carried in her apron with ostentatious cure. “ Yes,” she answered, calmly. “ I must: take chem home. Will you please to stand out 9! Elle way, Mthowell '2” “Yum: errand,” he atammered. “The flowers ‘3” "One moment," he said. still hindering her way. “ Where is your home? Where can I find you ‘2” Her eyes flashed anornfully upon him. “ What can it manner to you ‘2” she Bald. “ Do you think I would receive you in my home ‘2 You,the cowardly insulter of help- less girlhood? Never 1 I hate you as I hate We slimy, crawling serpent ! You have nothing to do with me. Once! my In " I shall find you ounI Be sure of that. my incarnation of indignant Virtue I And when I do, Laurel Vans, you shall find that the aefpeng you hate can sting?” She tried .no shkke off the brfiffingrasp of his fingers, but he held her in a grasp of Btganndyogld no}? let_ her gq. 7 He caught her fiercely by the arm and hissed: THAT BEAUTIFUL RIVER. that are overhead. A Bend March. CHAPTER XI. The words kindled a gleam of hope in her breast. She did not; see how deathly white higovgn face hgd grown. I “ Mother, do not be frightened." he said. “I will find Beatrix for you. Ring for hghns. and let Glance stay here with you. I w111 search for the child." St. Leon h ‘3 oroaeed to the door. He came back and laid his strong protecting hand gently on bus mother‘s shoulder, and looked down into her troubled face. “ Oh, snr, surely you know she was very unhappy,” she talkered. “ About her lover ‘3" asked Mrs. Le Roy. “ Y‘sâ€"es. madam,” {altered the maid, weakly. "Why should she do that; ?” he asked her, fihurply. 0h, ma'am. I do not think 1 have missed a single spot." cried Clarice, wringing her hands. “ 1 have been all over Eden. I have been out into the road, and along the river. I am afraid she has thrown herself into the water I" Sh. Leon looked at her with his piercing dark eyes. ostentatious front gate, with its imposing liopa keqping grip wzgtqh and_ ward. " Have you been all over the grounds? Are you sure you have looked every- where ?” she cried. Laurel paused and leaned her mum on the low tense, and gazed at the cool light and shade that flickered on the green grass beneath the waving boughs of the trees. The hot, dusty road was disagreeable. She longed to go inside and throw herself down to test. No one from the house ever came here except Leon Le Roy, and he but eel- dom. It wss a. favorite haunt of Lsurel’s, and it struck her now that it would be an excellent hidingvpiaoe. Sighing at its inaccessibility Laurel bowed her head on her hande,and the fier thing that; caught the sight of her downoash eyes was the glitter of the was] key on the inside of the gate, where Mr. Le Roy had inadvertently left it than morning. There was genuine alarm on the maid’s prentydntelligent face. Mrs. Le Boy was startled. *VWuhua cry of joy Laurel slipped her hand through the non bars of the gate, unlocked “Land (angeredf Then she hastened to the remoteet retreat on the grounda,u little natural bower, formed by the thick interlacing boughe of the trees and Vines that grew thickly and luxuriantly close by aclear meandering stream rippling on with a. pleasant murmur. Laurel threw herself down at the foot of a. tree in this eylvan retreat, and leaning her head on her hand, listened peneively to the song of the birds and the musical murmur of the little atreamlet. Her heart beat more calmly in the solitude and stillness that was only broken by the sweet sounds of nature. A little hope flickered feebly to life in her breast. “011, Mrs. Le Roy; Icannot find her anywhere," gasped the girl, in a. fright- ened tone. There was a gloomy flash in his eyes, but before he could speak Clarice came running in, breathless and eager, with genuine alarm in her face. " Has be gone ‘1" she gasped. “An hour ago," said Mrs. Le Roy. " Where is Miss Gordon, Clarice ?" " Ulariuels so clever she will save me, perhaps,” she whispered to herself. It was true as Laurel had conjectured that he had come on business wnh Beatrix Gordon. but the sudden, exciting meeting with the dead author’s daughter had almost driven his employer‘s business out of his mind. He determined to get through this interview with Miss Gordon as soon as pos- sible, that he might gain time to trace the eoornful Laurel to her home. In the meantime Ross Powell, with his mind full of his ranuouuber wihh Laurel, and his passions all uflame with love and hate commingled, wended his way to the stately home of the: La Roya.~ 1 “ She never stayed out like this before," she said to St. Leon. “ Can she have eluded Us, and elnped with her lover? I am afraid I have allowed her too much liberty. What do you think, Sn. Lgon ?” His disappointment was accordingly great when he was informed that M188 Gordon had gone for a. walk. On his polite intimation that he had but an hour to remain Clarice was sent out to bring her mistrees in. Pretty, clever Clarice having informed herself as to the identity of the visitor, departed on her errand, her quick brain teemmg with plans to avoid the threauened exposure. And Rose Powell wanted his little hour, and new the sunset gleams kindling the waves of the Hudson with gold, and still she came not. Impatience burned to fewer heat in his breast, though he was outwardly calm and deferentiully polite to Mrs. Le Roy and her Shately son. The master of Eden inspired him with some little awe. He shrunk from the keen, clear glances of the cynical dark eyes. They seemed to pierce through him and read his shallow, selfish nature so the core. He felt his own linnlenees by contrast winh the celm, proud bearing of St). Leon Le Roy, and resented it with carefully concealed anger.» While he waited for M199 Gordon‘s com- ing, he ventured nonchulantly on one lead- ing queption. 'Co‘uld they tell hlm if there was a. young lady staying in the neighborhood named Lgurel Vane ? “Laurel Vane~whut a. sweet, pretty name," said Mrs. Le Roy. “ No, I do not believe there is. I have never heard the name before.” “ It; is possible that she may be occupyâ€" ing some subordinate positionâ€"a. gover- ness: Qerhapar," sugggsfied Mr. Pow_ell. _ " I do not know, I have never heard of her," said the hostess, carelessly ; then, appealing to her son, ” Have you, Sn. Leon ‘2” And he, in his blindness, answered : ” No.” Ross Powell did not know how to believe them. Had he not: met her coming out; of their grounds, loaded with flowers? He asked himself when interest these rich people had in deceiving him about Laurel Vane. While he puzzled over the question s. sudden solution presented itself to his mind. She must; be figuring under an assumed name. These rich Le Rays could have had no interest in deceivxng him about humble little Lsurel Vane. The deepening twilxghb fell,and still neither Clarice nor her mistress returned. Mrs. Le Roy began to feellsome little anxiety. He did not know how nearly his chance oogjechure had hit: the mark. 7 r But his suspicions made him all‘ the more eager to get, away and seek her. If she had really been clever enough to hide herself under a fictitious name, she would be all the harder to find. The difiioulny only made him more zealous in pursuit. He assumed an air of polite regret, and began to pave his way to deperture. “ 1 am afraid I cannot await Miss Gor- don‘s return any longer this evening, as I have a friend waiting for me at the hotel,” he said. “But indeed there is no real necessity that I should see her at all beyond the pleasure her lather would experience in hearing that I had done so. I will call again in the morning, and perhaps find her at home. In the meantime.” he drew two letters and a. small package from his breast, “ I am the bearer of a letter to you, Mrs. Le Roy. and one to Miss Gordon, with this packet and her father’s love. I shall be pleased to receive your answer in the morning before I return tq New York.” He [ii-esented them and bowad himself out, so eager to find Laurel Vane that he gave scarcely a. thought; to Miss Gordon's defection. Be Me hat. and fun out into th- CHAPTER XII. CHAPTER XIII. In her heart she wan singing {gems of gladuess. She was not discovered yet. Her clever move that: evening had thrown her enemy off his guard. Trymg to kevp nhe tnm u out. of her voice, she asked with apparent carelessness : “ Who was my visitor. Mr. Le Roy 5’” “ Whom do you imagine ?" he responded. “ Wasâ€"was it Mr. Wentworth ‘2” she inquired. with arms: innocent): and some- " Pardon me. You were half asleep and I held you to keep you from falling,” he said, withhcool dignity. “Shall we return to the house now ‘2 My mother is in great suspense.” ‘~ 1 am very sorry,” she began. penitently. as she moved on quietly by his side. “ I did non mean to frighten any one. Yuuâ€" you were very kind so come and look for She began to comprehend all and drew herself. with a. blush, from the arm that atill_hel@ her gently. grounds on his sell-appointed mission of finding the missing girl. A new moon had risen, piercing the twilight darkness with shafts of mellow light. In in: mystic rays the white gravolled walks and groups of marble statuary glimmerod ghostly pale and wan. Clariee’s apprehensive words rung in his ears : “Nothing has happened, except that a gentleman came to see you and went away disappointed. I am not angry, yet I ought to be, seeing what a. [right you gave me. Only think of me, Miss Gordon, rushing about the garden with my mind lullof ‘dire imaginings,’ and finding you asleep on the grass like mtiretl baby. What a descent from the sublime to the ridicu- lous l” “Not that-oh, not that,” he said to himself. He left the more open grounds and went out into the thick shrubberies. The dew was falling heavily, and the fragrance of flowers was borne on the air. The almost oppressive sweetness of the tube rose, then an the height of its blooming, stole gently on his senses, but: ever ninetward it was connected in his mind with a sense of loss and_pa.in. “01 am afraid she has thrown herself into the water.” “ Andâ€"nothing Has happened? You are not; angry ‘2" she asked, the mists beginning to clear from her brain. “ Yes, you have been missing several hours, and we have all had a. great fright about you. Clarice searched for you several hours, but I had the happiness of finding you," he said, genfly. » “Beatrix. Beatrix!" he called ever and anemia his eager search, bun no sweet; voice replied, no slender. white-clad form bounded out from among the dark green trees. He felt; a strange sense of dreami- neas in his search for Cyril Wentworth’s missing love. “ She was very unhappyâ€"1 had begun to forget that,” he said to himself. “ She had changed so much I thought she was begin- ning to forget that episode with Cyril Wentworth. Was her apparent indnffer- was only a. clever mssk? Has she fled with him ‘2" “ Frightened,” she repeated, 9. little vaguely, and nestlmg unconsciously nearer to tlgg warm, sprang 95:11] that; bgld her. ‘7 You have been asleep, Miss Gordon, and your dreams were wild. Rouse your- self now, and come into the house with me. My mother is greatly frightened at your absence!” He crushed something like a. bitter exe- eration between his lips at the thought, and went on 01‘thng madly through the shrubbery, and no name out into the quleu dell where Beatrix had hidden than evening in her trauma dread of Ross Powell. Nay, a. sudden lance like gleam of the silvery moonlight broke through the inter- lacing boughe of the trees and touched with a. pencil of light a. lime white heap of something huddled under the boweriug trees. He went: nearer, knelt down. and a. cry of joy broke from his stern, muetached lips. “ Still dreaming.” said So. Leon Le Roy to himself, and with a. sudden impulse of pity he bem down, put his arms about the small white figure, and lifted her up to her feet. Then holding her gently in the elaep of one arm, he eald, like one soothing a. frightened child: He followed the course of the lmle sing‘ iug stream than tried to mu him in its mussical murmur, “ She is here, she is here," but he was deaf to nature’s voice. His heart’s cry drowned it. “Why am I making her here?" he mut- tered. biutexly. “ My mother was right. She has had too much liberty. Cyril Went- Wortn has stolen her away” He bent; his dark head low over the golden oneâ€"perhaps to listen if she slept â€"Bomu murmured words fell from his lips. They sounded like “ My darling.” but it; must have been the wind sighing in the leaves above bhem,or, perohanoe, the musical ripple of the little etieamlet. St}. Leon Le Boy was too proud and cold for such a weakness. She had not thrown herself into the river, she had not fled with her lover. He had wronged her in his thoughts. She was here. Like a weary child she had flung herself down with her pale cheek pilIOWed on one roundI white arm, and was sleeping deeply, exhaustedly, with the flowers all fallen from her apron and ehrewed in odor- oue confusion about her. “ What; it it were death ?" he muttered, darkly, with a shiver. “Death! Well,” with a. sudden, baloful fieroenesa. “ what then ? Banter death than surrender her to Cynl Weutworhhj” “ on, Mr. Le Roy, has he told you all?" she cried, alusping her: small hands tightly in the agony of her excitement. “ Do you lune mo, despise me? Mush I go away. all alone,” with & shudder, “ into the dark night ?" _ But he did not awake her at once. He bent over her solely, and the shapely hand with its costly dmmond flishmg in the moonlight, moved gently over the waving ripples of golden hair in mute caress as though she had been a. child. -Aud a. red~hot flame of jealousy tore his heart asunder like the keen blade of a. dagger. “ Am I med ?" he asked himself, with a. bitter self-reproach in his wise, and he shook her gently, while almost uncon- eoiouslv he called her name aloud : “ Beatrix - darling 1” With a start she opened her eyes. She saw him bending over her with an inscruta- ble expression on his face. It was frown- ing fiercely, almoet bitterly angry. Yet all the summer night around her, her languid pulses, and her beating heart, seemed to thrill and echo to one sweet, fierce Whisper, “ Derlingl” Had she dreamed it? Wee it but the figment of her slumbering brain 7" “ She is not: half awakeâ€"she is dreanr ing," he said to himself. and he touched her again, gently. “ Wake up, Miss Gor- don,” he said; " you are dreaming, I am not going to scold you, although you have given us all 9. terrible scare falling asleep in the grounds at this hour of the evening.” TheEombre. black eyes stared at him ufl‘rightedly. She did not comprehend him yet. ‘ How still and pale she lay. The white radiance of the moonlight made her look so cold and white in thrilled him winh a atmnge berror. Be gazed tor a. moment in almost sullen satisfactxou on the whxbe. sleeping face. nhen suddenly his mood changed. Some- thing like tear and dread cmne infio his eyes. As she struggled up she put out her hands to shut out the Blghl’: of me face that seemed to frown darkly upon her. A cry broke from her lips, full of fear and depre- cation. “ Do not be angry. Do not scold me 1" she wailed. “I am very sorryâ€"Iâ€"I will go agmy I" CHAPTER XIV. Lime more than two mmths ago Mrs. Leroy had baen vexed beyund measure at the intrusion of this stranger lute by: sacred fumin circle. Now the girl‘s untu- tored graces had won their way intu her heath, and she saw with pleasure that St. Leon‘s first studied avoidance of the intruder had given way to a. mlld toleration that sometimes relaxed into a. genial cour- tesy. That stately lady had her own plans. " Tm“; you: my dear, I am gratified by your preference,” Mrs. Le Roy answered,- anglineg “The-n I shall stay thh you. 1 do not Wamt to go from beautiful Eden,” cried Lungs], quickly. Laurel gave her a wistful. inquiring glance from her expressive eyes. The lady interpreted in aright. “ I shall be happy if you elect to remain with me that long, my child,” she answered, cordially, in answer to them mute question. thing in her voice that he nterpreted as hopgand longing. "Do you suppose that Mr. Wentworth would be admiuced inside the doors of Eden? he inquired, wnh grim anger. “ \Vhy non ‘2” fluid aha, mmldly. ” You must know that we have our instrucbioua from your mother," he answered, stiffly. “ I have received a. letter of the same Import from Mrs. Gordon," answered the lady. “ She allows you to take your choice in the matterâ€"to go with he: or remain at Eden with me until she returns." Laurel deoidéd that in would be in Keep- ing with her character of Beatrix Gordon to aggue the point a _Iit§t18_w1m Mr. Le Roy. “ I50 you -uob think that mamma. is '9! little harsh, Mr. Le Roy ?” she ventured, timidly. “Mt. Wentworth is good and nobie and handsome. His only fault is thuhihe ia poop” “ Does your letter trouble you, Beatrix ?” asked Mrs. Le Roy, seeing how grave and anxious she looked. The girl looked up. " Momma. 8.1 3 papa. are about to take a little Southern trip for the benefit of mamma’a health,” she said. “.Mamma dread’s the beginning of autumn in New York. The changeable weather affects her lungs unpleasannly. She has written to ask if I would like to accompany them." “TheretBre, he is no mate for you,” Sb. Leog answerefl! almost swyage}y._ "You are almost too young to under- stand these questions, Miss Gordon. but it: ought to be perfectly obvious to you that the wealthy well-born daughter of Mr. Gordon should not descend to a. simple clerk wihhout connections, without money, and wichouti prospects," he answered almost bruxquely. “But Why ‘1" she pereistved: longing to hearflhis opiniqu on the subject. When she had finished, she sat for some little time in silence, musing gravely, with her email hamle locked hegenher i3 herrlerpr. And whlle Mrs. Le Roy pondered over her impul-~ive words; Laurel opened and read Mrs. Gordon’s letter. “ Must oné take no account of love ‘2" she aske_d_, timigily. “ Unequal fnarriages seldom result hap- pily, Mira Gordon,” he said, his voice full of ugfderlyingibitterngss. _ _ But she said to herself that she would never wear the jewels, the beauntul, ehin- mg, moon~whice pearls, never! She would send them an the first opportunity to the true Beatrix Gordon. “ You would have the rich to always wed the rich then?’ she said, smothering a. long, deep, bitter sigh as Sue awaited his answer. “Onher things being equalâ€"yes,” he responded, cruelly, and for a. time they walked on silennly hhrough the moonlit p9.th with the thick ehrubberies casting fantastic shadows along their way. Sn. Leon was in a savage mood, Laurel in a. bit- tar one. She was silently recalling her maid’a favorite gong: Dimes and dollars, dollars and dimes Au emi my pocket in the worst. of crimes. If u. man's down give him a Lhruan â€" Trample the beggar into [118 (lust! I’m-sumptuous poverty is quite appalling- linock him over l Kick him for falling l Dunes and dollarsl dollars and (limes, An empty pocket is the Worst. of crimoel “ The popular creedâ€"why should I try to fight against is?" she asked herself, with a. sinking heerb. She looked up into the dark, stern face beside her. “ Then I need never ask you to feel sorry for usâ€"you will never help us no happinessâ€"poor Cyril and mel” she said. His dark eyes fleshed. “ You do not know what you are talking about, Miss Gordon 1" he said, almost savagely. “ No; never ask me to help you to happiness with Cyril Wenhworth. I would sooner see you dead l” “ Very well, my dear, I shall not do so unless you wish. I am rather pleased that you do not care for it, I am rather fond of seclusion and quiet myself. But I fancied is must be very dull for a. preny young girl like you,” replled_ Mrs. Lg Roy, kindly. “Dull!” Eried Laurel, vim shining eyes. ” I have never been so happy any- wh_ere 19 my life 1” “ He is. hard and cruel. proud as Lucifer, and cold as ice,” she sighed, inly. “ I was mad to dream that he called me darling in my sleep! One of those stars will sooner fall from the heavens than that he should descend to Laurel Vane I” She shrunk back appalled at: his burst of resiggleqsyasafon. _ And no wildest stretch of her girlish fancy could have made her believe than Sb. Leon Le Roy went back to the place where he had found her sleeping; that he took into his hands some of the scattered flowers, on which her arm and cheek had lain ; that; he kissed them, and hid them in his breast, and thenâ€"almost cursed himself for his folly. “ Oh, pray do notâ€"at least on my account," pantad Laurel, growing crimson, and frightened all at once. “ I should not like it indeed «that is, I mean mumma. would not. I have not come out; yet you know.” They were an the foot of the marble steps now. Just. touching her arm, he led her up to $15) door, and purged away. __ _ " You may go in alone and tell them the ridiculous finale to our grand scareâ€"411M you had simply fallen asleep on the grass,” he said, in a. brueque clueless tone. “ I shall go down to the river and smoke my oigar.’_’ ” I, St. Leon Le Roy, whom the fairest, proudest women in the world have loved vainly!” he cued, “I, to mu-ke myself a dolc over another man’s baby-faced, child, ish sweethearts!” The maid said to herself that it surely was the most fortunate nap he: mistress had ever naken, for she had thus escaped meehmg Mr. Gordon's clerk. She linule dreamed 01! than unfortunate meeting at the gates of Eden that evening between Rose Powell and the false Beatrix Gordon. Laurel received the letter and the packet. She opened the latter first, and found that in uoumined a. beautiful sea of pearls 1n 8. velveealined, Russia. leather case. “Itisa benutilul giffi,” said Mrs. Le Roy,who was a critical judge or jewels. “ It is a pity We live so quietly at Eden ; you will have no chance to display them. 15mm have to give a dinner party or a. reoepfion." Laurel went slowly into the house and wee renewed with joy by Mrs. Le Roy and Ulurioe She was touched when the proud, stately lady kissed her warmly on the lips, and when she saw the trace of tears in the dark eyes, she £er ooneoienoe stricken and ashamed, “ She glves all this tenderness to Beatrix Gordon, the daughter of her old friend,” she thought; sadly. “ If she knew the truth, she would heme me. I am sorry and ashamed to thmk that I have created a sensation for nothing,” she said, with trunk shame, " The truth is, I fell asleep in a. secluded part. of the grounds, and I do not know when I should have awakened if Mr. Le Roy had not found me." CHAPTER XV. THE rapid expansion of telegraphy makes it a matter of the greatest importance that there should be no diminution in the sup- ply of gutta percha, a product which is indispensable to the electrician. There is much reason to tear, however, that such a diminution will before long be experienced. The demand for gutta percha is always increasing, while the supply is falling off. The natives of Sumatra and the neighbor- ing islands do not properly cultivate the gutta percha tree. and much of its produce is ignorantly wasted. One consequence of , this is that, within a comparatively brief period, the price of gutta percha has trebled; another, and a very serious con- ‘ sequence, is that the falsifier has turned his attention in this direction, and has placed on the market many “worthless imitations.” A short time ago M. Seligmann-Lui was deputed by the French Government to consider in what manner the production might be increased, and in the report which he has lately made he recommends that plantations should be established of trees which yield the best gutta peroha. As the cultivation of these trees is very profitable, the English, French and Dutch Asiatic colonies would find an assured source of revenue in growing gutta pereha. audit was no part of them for Beatrix Gordon to leave her now. She had written to Mrs: Gordon and confided he: plans to her, meshing With that lady’s cordial approval. Their mutual desires and plans tor Beatrix boded no good certainly to Cyril Wgntwogrhhjs huppineaat _ Laurel's heart beat wish sudden fear and dread when she heard that Rosa Powell was coming again to Eden; but: Clarice gave her, unperoeived, a swift, telegraphic look implying that she would manage that all right, end Laurel, confident in the clever- ness of the maid, felt her beating heart) grow calmer and her nervousness subside. When Laurel went to her room that night she wrote to Mrs. Gordon, thanking her for the gift of the beautiful pearls, and expressing her desire to remain at Eden during the Southern tour. Clarice, who, in addition to her other accomplishments, was a clever ohirographiet, copied this let- ter over into a. clever imitation of Beatrix Gordon’s writing. and made it all ready for Mr. Powell when he should call for it the negt day. _ IT is proposed to connect the large and important Island of Aehill, County Mayo, with the mainland of Ireland by a swivel bridge across the sound, and a meeting was held at the Royal Courts of Justice a few days ago to take the scheme into con- sideration. The island contains 6,000 inhabitants, and is separated from the mainland by an arm of the sea only 310 feet Wide at the point where' the bridge is to be made. The cost will be £6,000, or which £3,550 has been raised, leaving a balance of £2,450 required. It is stated that when the undertaking is completed it will add more than 35,000 acres to Ireland. It will raise (3,000 people from poverty by the development of their fisheries and other resources; and it will encourage tourists to visit the island, with its marine olififs, grand mountains and many other attractions. Laurel did not appear at breakfast the next morning, and Clarice carried her excuses to Mrs. Le Boy with the most innocent air in the-world, Her young mie» trees had contracted 8. severe headache from her unwitting nap in the night air and dew the previous evening. It ween. very natural sequence. No one dreamed of doubting it. A delicate repeat of tea. and toast was sent up to the sufferer, who spent the day on her soft couch in a. dark- ened room, and wes,of eonrse,quite too unwell to see her visitor when he called. LISTS of the Jewish festivals for 1885 have been forwarded to each British general officer commanding a district, in order that facilities for their observance may be afforded to soldiers of the Jewish faith. Work is prohibited during eight days of the year. The Jewish soldier will, thereâ€" fore. have the advantage over his Christian comrade of eight days’ exemption from duty while in receipt of full pay. Ruse Powell received the lehtere for Mrs. Gordon. and went away without giving much thought to the fact that; he had non seen Miss Gordon. Hie mind was far more exercised over the fact that he had been utterly unable to find Laurel Vane. (To be continued.) It has been suggested that: theae words should be curved upon the base of the statue, but: the Pall Mall Gazette hopes for Victor Hugo’s sake, that the idea. will not: be carried out. BARTHOLDfS statue of " Liberty Enlight- ening the World” was the other day inspected by Victor Hugo in Paris. The sculptor had invited several friends to meet the great apostle of liberty. one of whom, an Italien. on seeing Victor Hugo regarding the statue, said, ” There I see two giants regarding each other," which gentle flattery was not lost on the poet, whose capacity for assimilating such diet is infinite. 0n taking leave Victor Hugo once more went to the statue, and cried out, “ The sea, the vast, the agitated ocean, tells of the union between two reconciled great countries." IN a recent work on alcoholic drinks, Dr. Thudichum states that sherry and port wines are made by methods so crude and foul as to be almost incredible. He con- demns the habit of “ plastering sherries,” that is, covering the grapes with plaster of Paris just before pressing. It is done to prevent certain bacterial fermentations to which the dirty modes of manufacture make the wines of Spain and Portugal peculiarly liable. The Wines of Madeira and Sicily (Marsala) which resemble sherry, are said to be free from this objection. "MR. WINANS, the rich Baltimorean,” says an exchange. " route thirteen shoot. inge in Scotland, covering about 250,000 acres, and pays $25,000 a. year for the biggest one, the highest price paid (or a. forest in Scotland. Hie party has killed about 150 stage this season.” He pays therefore, about $166 apiece for the stage, not reckoning his other expenses, which may amount to $25,000 more. But that isn’t where the shoe pinches. Land amount- ing to 250,000 acres is reserved from culti- vation, if it be land that can be cultivated, to make 9. holiday for himself and friends. WOMEN are not enthusiastically en~ couraged to become doctors and surgeons in Paris. The Surgical Society and the Societc des Hospituux there have both just declined to admit glrl medical students as internes in the hospitals. The majority against them was very large, they not obtaining but four votes In either case, the total number in one being thirtyeight and the other sixty-six. It was declared that women are neither sure-handed enough nor sufficlantly courageous to tske active part in 8.11 the opermions which fell to the care of house surgeons. The question was not discussed upon any other consideration. THE London bridge, which the dyna- miters tried to blow up the other day, was begun in 1824 and was finished in 1827, from designs of John Rennie, architect of Southwark and Waterloo bridges. The cost is estimated at between 131500.000 and £2,500,000. It is built of granite, in five arches, the centre arch being 152 feet, the next two 140 feet, and the two shore arches 130 feet each in span. The bridge is 900 feet long and 54 feet wide. The lamp-posts are made from cannon taken in the Peninsular war. Over 100,000 persons pass over it every day. Police constables are stationed in the middle of the roadway to prevent blocks. It is the handsomest bridge over the Thames. CURRENT TOPICS. \ I ’ v \ A ' Cmmromnm.:t21c Bumm mm"ch 451 Main St, Buffalo, N. Y. Young Men and Women thoroughly prepared for bnuhwuu, at home. Bookkeuping, Business Forms, Penman ship, Arithmetic and fihorahand taught by man sand for circulars. Farmers in many puts of Nebraska are burning corn for fuel. II‘hey have figured the matter out to their own satisfaction and are confident that it ie cheaper to burn corn than it is to sell it and buy coal. Soft coal is Worth in that State about 22 cents a. bushel, and corn does not find a. ready sale in the rural markets for more than 12 cents. Experiments have shown thnt two bushels of (mm wili produce more warmth than one bmhel :‘f 0021.], and farmers are thus burn. ing the former and saving themselves the trouble of hauling it to market and drawing the 008.] home again. 3 w rt Pile tumors ouredin ten days, rupture in four weeks. Address, World’s Dispensary Medical Association, Buffalo. If you are a minister, and have ovartuxed yourself with your pastoral duties. or a mother, worn out with care Itudwork, or a mun of business or labor. weakened by the strain of youreveryduy duties, or {L man of letters toiling over your midnight work, Hop Bitters will most surely strengthen you. Extremes sometimes meet. In China. a. dog thief is beheaded, but; the man who steals a. million can be but slightly pun- ished. and usually runs away to Come, In the United Snates a horse thief is lynched, and an ubaconding bank cashier goes to Canada. If you are suffering from over-eating or drinking, any indiseretion or dissipation, or are young and growing too fast, as is often the case, " Or if you are in the workshop, on the ‘farm. at the desk. anywhere: and feel ‘ that your syntem neede cleansing, ton- ‘ ing, or stimulating, without intoxicatâ€" ' ing, it you are old, blood thin and impure, pulse feeble, nerves unsteady. faculties waning, Hop Bitters is what you need to give you new life, health and vigor.’ own fault if you are ii]. If you are wasting away with any form of Kidney disoune, stop tempting death this. moment, and turn for uâ€"cure to Hop Blttare. When Napoleon talked of invading Italy one of his officers said: ” But, sire, remem- ber the Alps.” To an ordinary man these would have seemed simply insurmountable, but Napoleon responded eagerly: " There shall be no Alps.” So the famous Simplon pass was made. Disease, like a mountain, stands in the way of fame, fortune and honor to many who by Dr. Pieroe’e "Golden Medical Discovery" might be healed and so the mountain would disappear. It is spec- ific for all blood, chronic lung and liver diseases, such as consumption (which is eorofula ot the lungs), pimples, blotahes, eruptions, tumors, swellings, fever-sores and kindred complaints. If you are sick With that terrible sick- ness, Nervoueness, you will find a. “ Bwlm in Gilead ” in Hop Blzcers. -â€"If you are u. frequentcr, or a resident of, â€"a. miusmxmc (nutricn, barricade your sysA â€"tem against mu scourge of all countries -â€"Ma1urm, Epidemic, Bilious and Interâ€" »mittenu Fever» by the use of Hop Bitters. If you have rough. pimply, or Hallow Ikifl. bad breath, twp Dinners will give you fair skin, rich blood, the sweetest breath and 13831.1]. $5UU will be paid for a case may W111 not cure or help. “Oh, how I do wish my skin was as clear and soft as yours," said a lady to hvl'fl‘iend. “You can) easily make It so,” answered the friend. ” How ‘3“ inquircd the first. Aady. "By usiugflupl’utwrs that mnkus pure, rich blood and blooming health. It; did it for me, as you observe.” From a single grain of wheat planted in 1881, says the Grass Valley (Ual.) Record grew twenty-two stalks, each bearxng a. full head. These yielded 860 grains, 760 of which were planted the next year, pro- duoxng one-fifth of a. bushel of splendid wheat. This was planted last spring, yield- ing seventeen bushels, making 1,020 pounds of wheat from one grain in three years. â€"â€"Lydia E. Pinkham’s Vegetable Com- pound is to be had at the nearest drug store for a dollar. It is not olalmed that this remedy will sure every disease under the sun, but that it doea all thnt it claims to do. thousands of good woman know and declare. [S'None genuine Without a bunch of green Hops on the white label. Shun all the vile, poisonous stuff with ” Hop" or Hope" in their name. Every visitor to the World’s Exposition in New Orleans is required to deposit a silver half-dollar in a. glass box in charge of the doorkeepera, no admission tickets being sold. Where Poleon’s NERVILINE is used. Com- posed of the moss powerful pain eubduing remedies known. Nerviline cannot fail to give promptreliefinrheumamsm, neuraigia, cramps. pain in the back and slde, and the host of painful affections, internal or ex- ternal, arising from inflammatory action. A 10 cent: sample bottle of Nerviliue will give sufficient proof of its superioriny over every known remedy. Try Nezviliue. Large bottles 25 cents; trial bottles only 10 confirm; A new fiveuollar counterfeit U. S. Trea- sury note, series 1875, check-letter A. has made its appearance in Boston. In is made by a. phonoJiuhographio process, and is a very close imifiation. A most interesting aha. he: could be oom' piled showing the pcou iar means some- times resorted to to relieve pain in some suffering member. Numberless cases could be oinod showing the frequency of amputa- tion of a toe to get rid of u. noublsomo com â€"â€"a. radical remedy to be sureâ€"bun one that many will hesitate to adopt. He that is wise Will chose milder and safer means and use the sure pop remedy Putnam’s Painless Corn Exuracnor. It never fails, always acts painlessly and costs liable. Beware of danâ€" gerous substitutes and imitations. Sure. safe and painless. Polson & 00., proprie- tors, Kingston, Ont. The greatest miser in Indiana. put his savings into life insurance policies, and denied himself all luxuries and most com- forts in order to pay the premiums, though his heirs Were distant relatives, for whom he seemed to care nothing. They will get now that he is deed, about $34,000. Little things may help a man to riseâ€"a bent pin in an easy chair for Instance. Dr. Pierce’s “Pleasant: Purgat/ive Pellets” are small things, pleasant to take, and they cure sick-headaches. relieve borpid livers and do wonders. Being purely vegetable obey cannot harm any one. All druggiass. There are 80,000 widows in India from three to five years of age who will nevsr again be married. In that country as soon as a. child is born a. match is made by the parents. It the boy dies hhe girl becomes a. widow, and musn wear mourning for her intended as long as she lives. 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