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St. Leon Le Roy looked down at: his wife. She wee clinging to his arm with the desperation of despair. Her face was pale as death, and oonvnleed with fear. Her wide, frightened. dark eyes stared " It is not Beatrix I" Mridbfiibn echoed blqfl‘kly: And'tor a. moment there reigned a terri- ble silence in the room. “Béatrixl Oh, my Godf’i’u is {6% Beayrizl What does this mean ?” Mrs. Gordon drew nearer and nesrer. There was a tender smile on the fair, deli- cate face, and the blue eyes looked straight into Lsurel’s own for an instantâ€"only an instant, for then she started backward, and her cry of dismay and wonder peeled on the impostor’s ears like the knell of doom. A great horror grew upon her as if, indeed, they were about to strike her dead. She had been caught in a. horrible trapâ€"a pit of destruction yawned beneath her feet â€"in a. moment she would be buried down, down. downI into tathomless darkness and despair,“ She had never seen them in her life ; but she did not for one moment doubt their identity. She saw Mrs. Merivele modestly giving plane to them. allowing them to greet her first; she saw the smile of plea.- sure on St. Leon’s lipsâ€"St. Leon. who thought she was having such apleasent surprise. She could not move nor speak. She clung desperately to St. Leon's arm, and they came nearer and nearer, the tall, rather stern-looking man, and the pretty, tsded blonde in her rioh silks and laces. Laurel gazed at them with her great, dark, frightened eyes, much as the little princes in the Tower might have gazed upon their murderers. It was a supreme moment. Laurel felt it to be such. Her heart beat, her limbs trembled beneath her. But (or the eup- port at St. Leon’s arm she must have fallen to the earth. She wondered that she did not faintâ€"rather that she did not diam-tor an intuition. swift as the light- ning‘s flash, told her that these two strangers were Mr. Gordon and his wife. They went down the broad staircase, along the lighted hall, and so into the bril- liant drawing-room, the handsome man with the lovely girl borne proudly on his arm. She looked up and saw Mrs. Le Roy smiling at her. Mrs. Merivale rustling toward her in " gloss of satin and glimmer of pearls,” and, beyond her, two othersâ€"a man and womanâ€"both strangers. They were rising eagerly, too, coming toward her with smiles and outstretched hands. A dim perception flashed over Laurel ; her heart felt like stone in her breast. " My dear, how nervous you are l” he said. “ One would think you were fright- ened. It is your old rival, Maud Merivale. Think of he: insuflerable impertinenoe in coming here after that night last summer! But courage. love,she will only be consumed with envy when she sees how much love- lietr you have grown since you became my W! e." She tried to murmur some eereleee reply, but her heart leaped with fear. Another enemy 1 Too surely the coils of late were olgjng round her! She'gave auterrible startâ€"a smothered cryâ€"and clung to his arm with both small. white hands. He took his fair young wife into his srms, and kissed her many times; he smoothed the waving golden tresses with loving hands, telling her how dearly he loved herâ€"how happy she made him. Then, even while she clung to him, he released her gently from his embrace, not knowing it was the lestâ€"not dreaming of. the years to come, when his arms would ache in vain to clasp her. “ My mother is waiting for you in fihe drawing-room,” he said. “ There is some one with herâ€"a visitor. Can you guess whom, darling 'I" __ _ She was dressed much as she had been on the night when he first told her thafi he loved her. She were white, with scarlet jacqueminot roses. She had chosen th costume put osely, thinking he would b soLtened at a e memories it. recalled. When she was dressed for dinner, Sb. Leon came to take her down. There was a subdued happiness and excitement shining on his handsome tees ; she wondered at in, bug she did _noh as}: him why. _ She knew that there could be no limit to her love and forgiveness for her husband if he had wronged her. Was it strange that she should judge him by herself? She was very young and very ignorant. She did not know how truthfully the poet had written : Men’s love is of man’s life a. thing apart, ’Tis women’s whole existence. Mlle. Marie hovered around her mistress with many delicate attentions after the master had departed, but her ministrations were not crowned with much success. Laurel lay still and pale, but consumed by an agony of impatience, under the dabs of eau de Cologne that the maid bestowed on her cheeks and forehead. Bhs longed to be alone to woes and wail aloud in her despair, but she ooul not send the maid away. She knew that she had to dress for dinner in a little while, and as Mrs. Le Roy wouid be down to dinner for the first time that day, her absence would be felt as a great disap- pointment. She would not give up. She would _keep_up the farce to thelast moment. " I cannot go. All is not lost yet,” she said, faintly, yet hopefully. to her forebod- ing heart. " He will forgive me, perhaps, for our love’s sake." She lay where, outwardly still and calm, but consumed by a burning suspense and unrest, her hearing strained to its utmost, as it Wanting to hear her accuser’s voice. She wondered if Rose Powell would follow her and denounce her. Surely he knew her secret now. She could hide it from him no longer. In 5 little while heimust know all. Once, a wild impulse of flight name over her. How could she stay and meet her husband’s scorn when he learned the truth? He worshipped her new as his idealot womanhood. What would he say when he knew her as she was, weak and wilful, a girl who had risked everything for the sake of love ‘2 Would he hate her for her sin? That would be more bitter than death. Perhaps it were better to go away now before he knew her at her worst, before he hated her for deceiving him. If she had guessed what lsy before her, she would have gone-â€"she would have fled silently from Eden, bearing with her for the light of her darkened future the memory of hxs love aloneâ€"his smiles, his caresses, his tender wordsâ€"but the mad- ness other love made her stay. 7 ' An angler sat by the winter fire, While only his wife was nigh. And he said to himself, Did this cunning old all, I’ll tell 'em a. whopping big lie-â€" A brilliant and intricate lie. He leaned his chin on his ancient hand, While gently he stroked his beard, Then he gathered his pen, His ink and thenâ€" He 51in and knowingly leeredâ€" A leer that was foxy and weird. He gazed aloft at the ceiling dark, And then he looked down at the floor, And he said: “ Of a. bout After salmon and trout, I’ll give ’em some angling loreâ€" SOme lovely and lying old lore." He wrote, and he wrote, a. solid hour, His wife all the While sitting by. Very certain, however. That her hubby. no clever, Was working up some novel lieâ€" Some wild and extravagant lie. When sudden the old man rose up stark, With looks that were wizen and cold ; “ What's the matter 7” cried she ; "The devil,” cried he, “ I’m certainly fast growing old, Every lie I can think of's been told." THAT BEAUTIFUL RIVER. The Angling Alumina. CHAPTER XXXIX. CHAPTER XXXVIII. “ There is almost nothing to tell beyond what I have told you.” she said. “ She deapaired of ever winning your consent to her marriage, and she could not give up her lover. So she sent me here with Clarice to act a part, while she married her lover! Then they kept it secret while they waited for Mr. Wentworth’e promised European appointment, When he received it, she went abroad with him. I saw her myself in London. She is perfectly happy, only for her longing to be forgiven by her parents.” “ I will never forgive herâ€"the false, “This ii] the atrangéfib story I ever heard," said Mr. Gordon. “Can it be that Beatrix lent herself to such a plot? Tell me all about it.” ' She felt their eyes burning upon her as she spoke. She knew that they hated her for what she had done. She felt a. dim, pass- ing wonder how she could stand there and bear it. She wondered that she did not scream out aloud or [all down dead at their feet. But a strange mechanical calmness upheld her through it all. “she sent me here." Laurel answered. “ She had been kind to me, and I paid my debt; 0! gratitude by taking her place here while she went away and married Mr. Wantworth." The chagrined, disappointed mother broke into low, hysterical ache and tears. Mr. Gordon drew her gently to his side, and tut-Pod his cold stern gaze upon Laurel. “ Women dare everything-for love’s sake, you*kuow, Mrs. Gordon.” "And youâ€"how cani’e yo}: 113:6 iii Beafigix’s place 7" he asked. “ Yes, she is married.” Laurel answered almost triumphantly. " She took her tube into her own hands, and sought happiness with her lover.” “ Married to Cyril Wentworth! How dared she? how dared she 7" Mrs. Gordon wajleg aloud. in {rapqic anger._ Mraight up into hia,with a hunted look in their sombre depths that pierced his heart. “ Do you think that I have murdered her that you look at me so fiercely ‘2" she cried. ” Do you think I would harm one hair of her lovely golden headâ€"she who was so kind to me in my desolation and despair ? No, no, she is not dead, your daughter whom you tried to separate from her own true lover. She is well and happy. She is married to Cyril Wentworth, and gone abroad with him I” V “ Married 1" almost ahrieked Mrs. Gor- don, and her husband echoed, blankly, " Married 1" And Lam-é], looking Efi rher gravely, angzgred wi_th unoousogqus pathos: A shudder ran through them all at that ominous word, but Laurel sprung to her feet suddenly. and faced him with an almost defiant gleam in her eyes. A dull red glow flared into her cheeks, and she drew her graceful figure haughtin ereoh as she extended one slender hand at the agitated speaker. Her whifie lip; tried to syllable the word " mad," but it died upon them in a. strain- ing gasp: She looked around helplessly into their wondering faces. St. Leon stood white and moveless as amarble statue,hie arms folded tightly over his broad breast, his pale brow beaded with chilly drops of sweat, his eyes never turning from that kneeling figure. Mrs. Le Roy, overcome With agitation, had sunk upon her sofa gasping for breath, Maud Merivale gazed on the scene with a face of evil joy, and Mr. Gordon looked du'zed, like one staggering under a horrible burden, but at his wife’s piteous appeal he went slowly forward, and touched the arm of the convicted impostor. “ You hear," he skid. “ you are driving us mad with your evasions I Where is my daughtefl Is she dead ‘2" ” Beatrix, what do they mean 7" he cried. “ H_a.ve thgy all gon_e glad ?”»_ _ > Mi. 'Gordon came slowly forward, a dang exipregsion o_n his featurgs. “ Mr. Le Roy, there must be some mis- take." he said. “ This lady is not your wife 7" St. Leon answered gravely : “ There is no mistake. This is my wife, Mr. Gordon." Mrs. Gordon cried out startlingly: " Then where is our daughter ‘2” She looked ready to faint. Her limbs tattered beneath her. She clung to her husband With one hand pressed upon her throbbing heart, and stared at the lovely creature on St. Leon’s arm as it she were a ghost. Mrs. Le Roy, still pale and wan from her recent illness, rose from the couch where she reclined and tattered to her side. And Laui‘el answered in; a toneuof the 111951 pathebip wonder: and repfoaoh ; A 7 “ You are her mother, and you did not love her enough to make her happy. You forget that ‘love is lord 0! all.’ Oh, why did not you let her be happy in her own fashion? Then all this need not have hap- pens}! 1” _ _ - " You drive me mad with your strange answers," wailed Mrs. Gordon. “ Will no one make her speak and tell me my child’s fate ?" ‘ The great dark eyes. heavy with despair, turned slowly on her face. “You are her mother?" she said. “ Yes, I am her mother." Mrs. Gordon answered, impatiently. “ Tell me, girl, what hgve you done with my darling ‘2” " I am your-wife, Sh. Leon. Do not for- geg 311w: “ Look-at'me, girl.” she cried. “ What have you done wnn my daughter, my blue- eyed Beatrix? Why are you herein her pla._c_e '2" v Mrs. Gordon, springing forward, shook her gildjy by the 9mm. " My dear friends, have you all taken leave of your senses ?’ she cried. “ Have you forgotten your own daughter’s lace? Beatrix, darling, why do you not come to your mother?"_ Only a stifled moan came from Laurel’s lips. but Mrs. Gordon answered. sternly: “ This is no daughter of ours. We have never seen he_1:_ face _befora tic-night I” And Mrs. Merivale, in the background, gazed in gloating wonder and triumph at the pale, horrified face of St. Leon’s Wife. She was burning with anxiety to hear the denouement of this strange and startling Ieene. Asilence like death fell for amomeut on the group that closed around that pathetic figure with its white uplifted face and streammg golden hair. St. Leon’s voice broke it firstâ€"hoarse and terribly stern: “It you are not Beatrix Gordon, for Gofl’gsaike tell 118117750 you are? ' r And she answered in a voice shaken by blen_ded triumphrgnq despair : 7 “ This is no daughter of ours. We have never seen her face before to-night,"repeated Mr. Gordon, and his wife feebly reiterated his words. “ She is no child of ours. She will not claim to be. She is a. miserable impoator. Look at her guilty face,” said Mr. Gordon, pointing & soorntul finger at the white face that did indeed lookehame-stricken and full of guilty woe. ” You have gone madâ€"both of you,” Mrs. Le Roy cried out, iretfully. “This is your daughter whom you sent to us, and whom my son married. How dare you deny it? Speak to them, St. Leonâ€"speak to them, Beatrix. Do not let them deny you! It is mopetroue, it is terrible I” “ Oh, St. Leon, pity and forgive me." she moaned, appealingly. “It is true, andI have bitterly deceived you. I am not Beatrix Gordon 1” St. Léon had never taken his eyes from that beautiful, terrified face. He spoke to her now, and his voice sounded hollow and stern. T139 white hands slipped from his arm, and she fell on her knees before him, litt- ing 119 hgr vgoeful white may plgadiugly. r “Beatrix,what do they mean? Is it true that you are not Mr. Gordon’s dagghter ‘2” r CHAPTER XL. St. Leon lifted his mother’s senseless form, and bore her away to her room. Mrs. Gordon lay weeping, moaning. and wildly lamenting in her husband’s arms. Ross Powell, having aoomplished his wicked work, and finding himself unnoticed. stole quietly away from the scene of his villainy. No one seemed to heed the prostrate form, lying prone upon the floor like one dead. the marble-white face, with its closed eyes and night-black lashes, upturned to the lightâ€"no one save Mrs. Merivale. and she actually spurned it with her dsinty foot, ‘ and glared upon it with envenomed hatred in her turquois-blue eyes, Laurel had no words to answer. Her brave heart had failed her. She slipped from her enemy’s vindictive grasp and fell like a log heavily to the floor. “ You. so; how he acorns you,” she said, in tones of bitter triumph. “ Your reign is over, impostor 1 Your sin has found you out. He will drive you away in loathing and contempt. Ah. I am revenged now before I even lifted a finger to punish you. Did I not warn you â€"' who breaksâ€" paya1 ?n Mrs. Merivale caught the unhappy wife rudely by the arm ; she looked down into the dark. anguished eyes, and laughed low andgnookingly. He turned and looked, and saw that it was true. Without a word to Laurelhe rushed to her aid. "Sb. Leon', 160k to your mother," she cried. " She has fainted." “ St. Leon,he speaks falsely," she said. “ I never belonged to him. I never saw him until after my father’s death. and then he busely insulted my helplessness and pov- erty. In my anger I struck him in the face, and he swore revenge for the blow. You see how he takes it in vililying my name. Do not listen to him, my husband. I have never loved but you, never belonged to any one but you. I deceived you in the one thing only. Will you not believe me ‘I” His stern lips parted to answer her. but Maud Merivale rushed forwm'd and shook hignflvjolently by the arm. deceitful jade l" he uttered, fiercely. She turned to him pleadingly. ' “ Do not be hard upon your beautiful daughter." she prayed. ” She loved him so dearly she could not live without: him. 011, you must forgive her 1" “ Never, naverl” Mrs. Gordon subbed, biggerly. Vain', proud. ambitious woman as she was, her: heart. was almost broken by this terrible shook. Mr. Gordon‘s voice broke aoornfully upon Laur_el’§ fipmqltugug {boughtm The wretched young creature turned again and looked at her husband, but he still preserved his quiet, statue-like posi- tion, his arms folded over, his lips set in a thin, hard line, his eyes blszmg witha gloomy, lurid fire beneath the broad, mas- sive brow that was headed with great, chilly drops of dew. It was the darkest hour of his life. His humiliation was almost greater than he could bear. There was no tenderness, no pity in his sombre gaze as it met the wild, appealing eyes of the girl who had deceived him. But she went to him, she stood humbly and euppliantly before him, her face lighted with passionate love and appeal, upheld by the strength of her girlish will. longing to be forgiven for her sin and taken to his heart again. “ After the terrible way in which you have deceived Mr. Le Roy. you will not find him willing to believe your later asser- tions,” sneered the wretoh. “ And this dutiful daughter of mine, did she add to her iniquitiea by arranging a marriage for you? Did she teach you to deceive this honorable gentleman and trap him into a marriage with a wmtohed imgoster 7"_ I‘ Yes, I am Laurel Vane. That is true," she cried ; ” but every other word you have uttered, Ross Powell, is a base and cruel lie l I never belonged to you; I have never seen you but once or twice in my life, and then I feared and hated you as one hates the slimy, crawling serpent l I have never belonged to any man but Mr. Le'Roy." Slow. cold, stinging. every word tell on Laurel’s heart like a drop of ice. She sprung to her feet and faced him, her dark eyes blazing wijh 8091-5 and wgahh. The harsh words struck her like the stinging out of a lush. She ahivered and dropped her eyea,buh she did not flinch from answering him. A marvellous bravery upheld her while she confessed her fault and exonerated Beatrix. “ Evei'yhhingI" answered the villain. aar- custioally, " for this fine ladyâ€"the mistress 0t Eggnâ€"tis olq Yane’s daugyteg I" “Yes.” triumphantly. “ Her name is Laurel Vane. and ehe belonged to me. She was promised to me, but when her tippliug father drank himself to death. she ran away, and, though I have been on her track ever since, I could never find her until to-night. And no wonder; tor, with her humble antecedents, I never dreamed of looking tor my runaway eWeetheert 1n the wife of .the nriefioeretie Mr. Le Boy I" “ You remember Vane. the drunken writer, who died almost a. year ago 7" said Rosg_Pow9ll btulgally._ “ Yes; but whah' has Louis Vane to do with this mysterious girl?" inquired Mr. Gorgon. blflptlyf H No ished. u The m‘sle viper!“ she muttered, bit- ' “Speak, than,” Mr. Gordon answered, quiokly, gaztug at; his clerk in surprise and wonder. “ Mine is the fault,” she said. “ It your daughter had suspected the madness that filled me, she would have betrayed meâ€" she would never have tolerated it for one hour. She wished me to go abroad with her ; she did not dream of the truth. But I â€"I sent Clarice back to her, and I stayed on at Eden. The fault is mine ; the con- sequences," her voice {altered almostto a mganL “ be upon my own head._" “ Sir," he said, respectfully, “ you wish to know the name of this matohleaa hypo- crite and deoeiver. I can soon enlighten yougf Sh. Leon had never yet: spoken a. word. Pale, statue-like. he stood, his hearing strained to catch every word that tell from the lips of his wileâ€"his wife, whom he had believed to be an angel, but whom he now knew as a. false and reckless woman who had stolen into his home and heart under a lying guise. “ And you,” said Mr. Gordon. sternlyâ€" “ who are you, that have dared do this ter- rible wrong? What is your name? Whenoe came you?" Rosa Powvell went forward to his employer, Mr. Gordon. She turned suddenly and lifted her dark. anguished eyes to her husband's face in mute wonder and entreaty. In its light-- hing scorn, ihs terrible indignation. she read he: doom. Wihhws. moan of despair she let the long, dark lashes (all until they shaded her burning cheeks and answered Mr. Gordon : " Do not ask me my name not my history. What can it matter to you who hate me? My heart is broken. Let me shroud myself in merciful mystery." Laurel saw him, and a ehriek of despair rose from her lips at the eight of her enemy’s evxl, triumphant face. She cov- ered her face with her trer'nbling hands and sunk down upon the floor. crouching like a guilty creature from the angry judges surrounding her. “ You fefuee to disclose yéur iaentity ‘2” smid'Mr: Gorgon}, wonderin‘glyi _ And at that mom-ant a. mocking laugh, cruel as a fiend’s, rang startlingly through 15113 splendid room. Every eye turned toward the sound. Through the wide lsoe curtains that shaded the low French windows a. man stepped into the roomâ€"Rose Powell I " I refuse,” shVe answereti {with a. reckless defiaqse bognrof despair. ,u , exclaimed Mr. ‘Gordon, aston- CHAPTER XLI. ' “ There can be no talk of forgiveness between you and me. You have injured me beyond reparation. You can be nothing to me henceforth.” They came. still further blighhing the and young heart: H V ' She rose slowly to her feet and faced him with a strange, new-born dignity that sat gracefully on her perfect beauty. She did not speak, but waited with drooping head and tightly folded hands for his fur- ther words. Slow, cruel, bitter every word fell like a. coal of fire on her bleeding heart. Was it the gifted tether. the brilliant genius whom she loved and revered despite his weakness, who was thus stigmatized as a drunkerd by her husband’s lips? Had that father's sin indeed set her sport as a mark for the finger of scorn to point at, a creature too low to even lift her eyes to the proud and rich St. Leon Le Roy? It was cruel, a bitter insult. It rsnkled like a sword point in her heart. “ Do not speak 0! love I" he said. “ I can fancy with what love the drunken jour- nalist's daughter, the poor clerk’s runaway fiance, could love St. Leon Le Boy. I can imagine that the temptation to lift your- self to my level (mm the dust where you grovslled was too strong for you. I can fancy that the greed of wealth and honor led you astray. But loveâ€"taughl If one spark of that divine passion had burned in your scheming breast, you would have respected the unsullied honor, the proud old name of the Le Raysâ€"you would have spared me the disgraceful alliance with a drunkard's daughter 1" He spoke then. There .was concentrated passion, burning contempt, in his deep and 9.11ng voice. “ SLLeon. speak to me,” she wailed. “ Oh, you will not be hard and unforgiving to me] I have wronged you and deceived you, I know; but it was all because I loved you. No woman ever loved with so mad 3. love an I have given you. It I had not lovedl you no dearly, I had not dared so muo .” terly. “ Oh, that I had known the truth when I was here last summer! How I should have exulted'in betraying her to my haughty lord who laughed at my love. and scorned me because once I was false to the trust he placed in me I She was an angel torsooth. Ha! ha 1 I would not have missed this rich scene for ten thousand dollars. What has beoome of that man who came so opportunely upon the scene? I must see him. It may be worth my while." HIS sfirsnge silence grew terrible to her. She lifted her face s little and looked at him, recoiling from the terrible indigns- gilon in his eyes as if he had struck her a. ow. CHAPTER XLII. He stood there in silence, looking down at that bowed heed, Veiled by its sweeping golden hair. He made no efiort to mine her; he answered not a word to her wild appeal. There was a smoldering fire in his dark eyes. a stern compression of his lips, that boded ill for the granting of her pryer. _ ' W 7 r ‘ He had reoeivedaterrible shook. His love and pride alike had been outraged, and in his case it was a strong love and a. strong pride. The wound to both was action-dineg all the greater. She cast a glance of hate and scorn upon Laurel’s silent. recumbent ~ figure, then hastened to the window and glided out. the heavy curtains of silk and lace falling noiselessly together behind her retreating form. The great gilded drawingâ€"room, with its brilliant chandeliers and myriad flowers, was deserted now save for the hall frantic Gordons and the unconscious gir_l_upon_ the floor. “ Forgive me, my husband. forgive me I" prayed the wretched wife. He saw her standing there, the only creature in the wide, brilliant drawing- room. He knew that every one had deserted her for her sinâ€"that fetal retribu- tion had overtaken her. His own heart had revolted from its allegiance, now that he knew her for the wilful creature of clay that she was instead of the angel he had deemed her. Yet never had her perfect beauty struck him more forcibly than now. Robbed or its light, its coloring, its bloom, its perfection still showed supreme, like tbg‘beauty of a perfect chiseled statue. Therefiwjth her milk-white arms and shadowy am She mnée her face adarknesa. She raxf to hifiz: she threw herself hum- bly at his featâ€" Unnotieed and deserted she struggled book to life and found herself alone save tor those two who gazed upon her with reproach and hatred es the sense of their desolation. - She had lent herself to the plot to rob them of their daughter, and they could not forgive her any more than they could forgive Beatrix for her unfiliel assertion. " You will send me away from youâ€"-you Something like a wail of anguish came from her lips at the thought of leaving her husband and" never seeing him again. It was more bitter than death. She thought of his passionate, idolizing love. Had it all been murdered at one tell stroke by the kngyvledge of her sin ? The d50r opened, and he came suddenly into the room. “Inn despised and deserted by all.” she said, eon-awfully. “ What shall I do? Must I go away? Would St. Leon like it? Would he be glad never to see me again ?" > _ But she went and stood before them. so beautiful in her sorrow and despair, With her dishevelled golden tresses and the red roses dying on her breast, that they could almost have pitied her in her tender youth and grief if only she had not helped Beatrix to her happiness, and spoiled their clever scheme for separating her from her hand- some, penniless lover. Mr. Gordon led his wife silently from the room wibhout a glance at her. She was alone in the great. gilded drawing-roomâ€" deserted and alone in her terrible anguish and despair. The sting of their contempt pierced her hearth " I have wronged you,” she said, sadly. ” I know that. But. believe me, I could not help it.) Sheâ€"your daughterâ€"had been kind to me, and I promised her my eternal gratitude. When she claimed my promise. what could I do but yield l And â€"s.ndâ€"she is very happy. You must not forget that when you think of her. Perhaps you may forgive me when you know that she is so perfectly happy." _ " Forgiyel'j they uttered, socrnlully, for stolen marriage was like a thorn in the flesh to them. They felt hard and vindic- tive toward their beautiful, wilful child. They would have been glad to hear that she was ill, unhappy, repentant, starving, avert-anything but happy. “ Never 1" they answered, harshly, hard- ening their hearts against the two young creatures who had carried out that during eoespxraoy. " Farsiâ€"vs 1" fliey fiftbred, socrufully, for the_ thougbtfihat Beaming was hgppy §n h_er “ You will foul-give m3,- ind forgive he: 7" plgafled thg hapless girl. A And Laurel began to realize the enor- mity of what she had done. It had not seemed so bad to her at first, this helping a. fair young girl and her lover to be happy in spite of opposition. She remembered that Clarice had called it a splendid joke, and Beatrix had laughed at her soruples. But it was quite another thing to the Gor- at us. It was a cruel outrage. and beyond pardon. H1 In Belgium an order has been recently issued by the ministry of railroads, post- blfioes and telegraphs to alone on the after- noons of Sundays and fast days, all the Government railway offices except those at the stations. It is a. step in the direction of Sunday rest. “ You would think that a cross-eyed person would overcome his sensitiveness.” said an occulist, “ but he seldom does. He broods over it. It grows on him. He imagines that every one he meets thinks as much about it as he does, and life often loses all attraction for him. Did you ever notice a cross-eyed man walk? No? I can tell one as far as I can see him. It imparts to his gait a certain movement peculiar to the whole class of cross-eyed people. But it is not altogether bashful- ness which causes him to avoid looking a person squarely in the face. If he retained the power of sight in each of his crooked eyes. as is often the case. it would do him no good to look the ordinary way. He would be very likely to miss the object altogether. The lines of his vision would probably cross a foot or so before the object was fully comprehended, and all he would see would be the faint and shadowy out- lines of a pair of cars or the rim of a hat. The place where the face ought to he would be adismal blank. Many bright features are ruined by this fearful misfortune. Some sensitive victims never pluck up courage enough to marry. They often become selfish misanthropes, grow stingy, and leave a fortune for a horde of straight-eyed relatives who totally ignored them while they 1 were alive to fight over. Others, with that! natural yearning for the love and sympathy which are almost universally denied cross- eyed men, take what they can get in the matrimonial market. They spring at the very first chance which offers. Thus often a soulful. but cross-eyed mathete finds himself joined to a loving. but unsympathetic. helpmeet, whose ambition never rises above the kitchen or the laundry, He loses his hopes, descends to the level of his mate, and what might have been a talented career is ended on a large box in front of the corner grocery in retailing neighborhood gossip. Occasionally you find a man with sufficient strength of mind to live down the malign effects of strabis- mus and come out a victor. When once a man has overcome his diffidenoe he becomes as bold as a sewing-machine agent. When he is courageous enough to look a woman obliquely in the face without stam- mering an apology for having been born he can fairly be said to be superior to his mis- ‘ fortune. Such a man would make a heroic soldier. Unfortunately, there are few who ‘ can do this. The ordinary man melts under the affliction like a cake of ice in a July sun. willflivgcegnp ?" she asked, with a shiver. “ No, I will have no scandal. I will not drag the proud name of Le Roy through the mire of a. divorce court. Thai for which you sohemed so craftin shall not be taken away from you. I shall go away and leave you at Eden in the enjoyment of the wealth and the nu e you have won. Then our tacit separation and divorce will be accomplished. I shall never willingly look upon your beautiful false face again l" She bowed her head in speechless acqui- escence. Where were the wild words, the matchless eloquence with which she meant to plead her cause. to implore {or pardon whenthis dark hour came upon her ‘1 That love and beauty which she had deemed such powerful agents to hold his heart and win his clemency, of what avail were they now? His icy scorn, his proud, decisive. determination left no room for dissent or appeal. The terrible weight of her sin had fallen upon her and crushed her. Speech and Hearing Restored to Four sisters who were Deaf and Dumb. A Louisville despatch says: At a faith- cure meeting in this city yesterday Mrs. John Moack, wife of aprominent tobac- oonist and the mother of an 11 years old girl, announced that the child was born totally deaf and dumb. and that it had been suddenly restored to hearing and speech. The audience was very much excited when she proceeded to relate that four of her children had been similarly cured through her exercise of faith. The eldest daughter, Kate, is 23. At the age of 3 years she suffered from a severe attack of scarlet fever, which almost destroyed her sense of hearing and speech. She is now restored to the full possession of these faculties, and converses With intelligence, though she exhibited an ignorance of the meaning of words. Lulie, aged15, at the age of 3 years also had scarlet fever, which destroyed her sense of speech and hearing, leaving her deaf and dumb. She now appears to hear as well as anybody, and is rapidly learning to talk. Annie is 17 years old. At the age of 11 she came near dying with scarlet fever, which left her almost entirely deaf and dumb. She is now able to hear, and can talk. These girls are all exceptionally bright-looking, and are about the average in intelligence. They have been brought up carefully, but have been treated as though they were deaf mutes, it being almost impossible to make three of them here the loudest noise. while the fourth could hear absolutely nothing. That a change has been wrought there can be no question. The News from Egypt Makes Mrs- Dud- ley Saul, but She Laughs In Bossn’s Account at line shooting. A last (Friday) night's New York despatch says : Mrs. Dudley was very sad last evening. She had read the news from Egypt confirming the death of the gallant Gordon, and was much affected. To a reporter who called upon her she remarked that “ As long as England has such sons as Gordon she has not much to fear from miscreants like Jerry O‘Donovan and his crew.” Her gloom was, however. somewhat enlivened by the reading of an account of the shooting of the great subscriptionist, written by himself and published in his organ. the United Irishman. She found the account intensely comical, especially with regard to the plural "we," which Roses. used in speaking of himself. The following is an extract from the article : “ She suggested that we adjourn to some place she knew. near at hand, where we could talk the matter over. We consented, and allowed her to be our guide towards Broadway. Walking on. she suddenly halted. while we were taking a pace for- ward, and as suddenly put a pistol to our back and fired. We turned around to meet the assault. but before we could catch her we fell and found ourselves powerless to get up. We found ourselves resting on our elbow; looking at her firing at us. We spoke no word to her or to any one else, but es she turned away we said to the men who were around, ‘ Wonder some man does not street that woman.’ In a minute or so we were assisted to stand ; a man gave us his arm. and with him we walked to the hospital.”_ There is a. discrepancy of statement as to the suspicious packsge sent on Tuesday to Mrs. Dudley by “Yankee Doodle Dandy.” Warden an says that there wssaharmless white powder in the box which did not explode either by concussion or upon having a. lighted match applied to it. Mrs. Dudley's counsel. however. alleges that an explosion did take place, and in support of his assertion he exhibited some burned pieces of paper said to be fragments left over from the explosion. " It: ought to further say, 'We were very nearly frightened out of our life,’ " was Mra.Dudley‘s laughing comment on the narrative. uossms ABBASDI N. CURE” BY FAl’l‘l-I. Cross-Eyed People. (To be continued.) A Columbia Crossing, N. W. Territory report says ; A few days since 120 gallons of liquor was seized at Moberly Buildings. The liquor had successfully passed all the police between this place and Winnipeg. The Grand Trunk Railway has decided on a. change in the names of two of their stations. One of these is on the Georgian Bay & Lake Erie Division, and has hereto- fore been known as Canada Southern J auction, and will hereafter he called Port Dever Junction. The other is on the Mid- land Division, 106 miles from Toronto and 22 milestrom Midland, and will be called “ Ten." instead of Alma as heretofore. â€"â€"â€"~The surprising success of Mrs. Lydia E. Pinkhem’s Vegetable Compound for the several diseases peculiar to women forcibly illustrates the importance or her benefioent discovery and the f 1031 that she knows how to make the most Britâ€"Dr, Haskell. WHILE Carey Williams was waiting for customers behind the counter of a store at Americas, Georgia. Miss Ada Breedlane walked up to him and said: “ Come on, I want'you to marry me." Carey was nearly overcome with astonishment, but finally found voice enough to plead that he did not have on his Sunday clothes. The deter- mined husbandcstcher, however, wouldn’t take this for an excuse. but, saying “ Never mind your clothes,” took him to the ofiioe of a justice of the peace, who quickly made them one. Judging from this interesting sample, the Georgia girl doesn't stand on ceremony when it’s a question of getting a husband. Georgia ought to become a great State tor bashful young men. “ My doctor pronounced me cured. but I got sick again, with terrible patios in my back and sides, and I got a.) Dad I Could not move 1 I shrunk ! From 228 lbs. to 120! I had been doe- toring for my liver, but it did me no good. I did not expect to live more than unree months. I began to use Hop Bitters. Directly my appetite returned, my pains left me, my entire system seemed renewed as if by magic. and after using several bottles, I am not only as sound as a sovereign, but weigh more than I did be- fore. To Hop Bitters I owe my life.” Young or middle-aged men suffering from nervous debilityJoss of memory, premature old age. as the result of bad habits, should send three letter stamps for illustrated book offering sure means of cure. Address World’s Dispensary Medical Association, B'uffslo, N. Y. THE cost of carrying ordinary passengers on the trunk lines o! railroads averages a trifle over a cent and two-thirds per mile. Taking that as a basis for calculating the actual cost of carrying immigrants from the Atlantic to Chicago for a dollar, a man- ager says: “ It is true that they are carried at less cost than other passengers. They go in less costly cars at a low rate of speed, so that some allowance should be made on that score. It would not be an unfair statement to say that it costs only a cent a mile. and one of these dollar tickets is good for 985 miles or 89.85 of actual cost to the company at the very lowest estimate. 0! course the more they carry the worse off they are at that rate, and instead of com- peting for the business they would be ex- pected to try and make each other take it, as each train load of passengers earried at that rate brings the company so much nearer ruin.” Neurslgis. female trouble. for years in the most terrible and excruciating manner. No medicine or doctor could give me relief or cure, until I used Hop Bitters. " The first bottle “ Nearly cured me ; " The second made me as well and strong as when 9. child. “ And I have been so to this day." My husband was an invalid for twenty years with a. serious “ Kidney, liver and urinary complaint, " Pronounced by Boston’s been physi- eisnsâ€" “ Incursble " Seven bottles of your Bitters cured him and I know of the “ Lives of eight persons In my neighborhood that have been saved by your hitters, Dr. Sage’s Oats.th Remedy cures when every other [so-called remedy tails. The best preachers are those that preach by example. You do not want to try experiments. but resort to the old and well tested means" that afiorded relief in the past. When your oorns ache don't take the first article tffered to you for the purpose, viz., to remove the troublesome cams and to do this without pain, and do it promptly. PUTNAM's Pun“- LEss CORN EXTRACTQR has been used for many years. It has never be known to fail. k’utnam’s Extractor makes no deep holes in the flesh, hard to heal and more trouble- some than the original disoomtorte. It works nicely and efficiently. When Polaon’s NEBVILINE is used for pain. It matters not of how long standing it may be. or how often other remedies have failed to afford relief. Nerviline, the great pain cure, does its work promptly. Buy a 10 cent sample bottle, and try it for internal or external pains. You will be convinced of its extraordinary power in relieving pain. Ten cent bottle and large bottle 25 cents. at all druggists. Take no substitute. in which you are wallowing. on accaunt of some of those diseases peculiar to you, madame, and which have robbed you of the rosy hue of health. and made life a burden to you, you can easily get out ot- Dr. Pierce’e " Favorite Prescription" will free you from all such troubles, and soon recall the rose-tint of health to your cheek, and the |elasticity to your step. It is a most perfect specific for all the weaknesses and irregularities peculiar to your sex. It cures ulceration. displacements, “ internal fever." bearing-down sensations, removes the tendency to cancerous affections, and corrects all unnatural discharges. By druggists. 'Knd many more are using them with great benefit. " They almost Do miracles ‘2” -â€"Mrs. E. D. Slack. How To GET SICKâ€"Expose yourself day and night; out too much without exercise: work too hard without rest; doctor all the films: take all the vile nostrums adveroissd, and then you will want to know how to get well, which is answered in three wordsâ€"Take Hop hitters! QNone genuine without a bunch 0! green Hope on the white label. Hh-un all the V118, poisonous stuff with "Hop" or “Hope” in their name. Last Thursday night some miscreant entered the stable of J. S. Austin, of Lynn Valley. Norfolk 00.. and can his cow's mil ofi close to its body. None of our dentists has yet evinced enough enterprise to advertise; “ Mnfiu teeth a specialty." A great mind, without the nutrition of adversity, would starve. Madden, Mass Feb. 1 1880. Gentlemenâ€" I suffered with attacks 0 l sick headache. Dublin, June 6, '81. “ 'l‘he [Slough Station Names (Elm nged. I was taken sick 3. year ago With bilioua fever." In the flour ol Need Failure Impo-nible Lou and Gain. CHAPTER I. CHAPTER II. or Denpondcncv" R. FITZPATRICK. I m? W hearln a red tin tag; that Lorillurd’s Rose Aeut'linec t; that Lorillard's Navy Clippings. and that Lori ard’s Snufl‘s, are the best and cheapest. quality considered ‘i s. 131., Lecturer on the Eye, Eat and Throat lull-y Medical College, Toronto. Ooullau and Aorist to the Toronto General Hospital, late Clinical Assistant) Royal London Ophthalmic Hospital, Moorefleld'a and Central London Throat and Ear Hospital. 317 Church Street. Toronto. 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How should you like to have a. great. fly light on your nose and non know how to take aim at but) with your little, fat, useless fingers? How should you like to tire yourself out, crawling away across the carpet, to pick upapretby button or pin and have it snatched away as soon as you begin to enjoy it? I tell you it; is enough so ruin any baby’s temper. mfo‘vg d‘inengetby t guusumm v0 a positive 1‘ ed; {A A- a.-. ..._.x. M- M LYDIA E. PINKHAM'SE‘ * VEGETABLE COMPOUNDfi * .. * * * _IS A POSITIVE CURE .* 3: {3.11; * IT WILL msmLVE AND I’JXI’EI. 'I‘Immzs FROIIEE' UTERUS IN AN EARLY STAGE or DEVELOPMENT. TE‘ TENDENCY T0 CANOEBOUS IIUMORS TIIEREISCHECKID VERY SPEEDILYBY ITS USE. * * * iv * c * IT REMOVES FAIN’I‘NESH, FLATULE‘N’CYW DESTROYI ALL CRAVING FOI‘. S’I'IM ULANTS. AND REL] EYES “YEAK‘J mass 011' THE STOMAK‘II. IT CI'RES BLOATING, IIEADAI ACIIE, NERVOUS PROSTRA'I‘ION, GENERAL DEBILI’I‘Y v4. 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