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luv-I Benito the Wind's low call: thy path is there! And mine ‘2 Alas! no dewy mornings break Across the vallefi where my path hath lain, And ygtl thong youoh be dead and faith be a 'slafin, keep this token for the old love's sake. Above the urn that holds no hidden flame Of altar fires that long have peled away. I yet may muse. and n the ashes gray Read with im eyes the old laminar name. And it some shadowy memory should awake, It Once a sin my eyes with tears grow wot, If in my out should spring some vain regret, Nay. do not scorn me for the old love’s sake. As one who sees in old remembered nooks, Wm: teeyes that have grown sad with ceaseless us, The same glad beauty of the longolost years, And hears again the song of summer brooks ; So if from troubled dreams 1 could awake And feel thy warm. soft kisses on my face, I think the sweetness of thy Winsome grace Would touch meâ€"only for the old love’s sake. AGORDON’S PRIDE Mr. Nugent remained ' in the grounds until the dew fell on the grass and flowers. and then went slowly indoors. A handsome fee that brightened the waiter’e tone. and a few discreet questions, so adroitly asked that they seemed perfectly innocent. obtained for him all the information that he rquiredt " Ethel Gordon," he muttered to him- selfâ€"“ the beautiful name suite the beauti- ful face." He repeated it again and again. “ Ethel Gordonâ€"Ethel. with the sad sweet eyes and the and sweet hoeâ€"if I could only make her love meâ€"if I could only win one smile from herâ€"sweet Ethel Gordon.” The name seemed to have a charm for him. He tell asleep that night repeating it as one repeats the words of some haunt- ing_§ong. n.- " II would be a strange thing.” he mused, " and shows the expediency of taking for- tune stithe right tarp.” The next morning he rose esrly. Out in the grounds he gathered a bouquet of fair- est roses; the dew was lying on them, and every lest seemed full of perfume. With another bribe, even heavier than the first, the waiter consented to have the bouquet oonv_eyed to_M_iss Gordon’s room. ' The waiter in his turn bribed the sham- bermaid; and, when Ethel rose, one of the first things she saw upon her toilet-table was a superb bouquet of roses, and on the paper intolding them she read, in strange, quaint characters the words, “ Sweets to the sweet.” She took up the roses, and looked at them wonderingly. Whohad cared sufficient- ly for her to send her these ? She had been at the hotel so many weeks, and no one had ever appeared to recognize her. Who had risen to gather these beautiful roses for her ‘I Who had written those pretty wordsâ€"M Sweets to the sweet.” V “ BE particular, and do not mention from wh_qm yoq‘reqeiyegi ip." It did not enter her mind that it was an admirer, a. lover. Such a possibility never occurred to Ethel. That some day there would come to her a vague, beautiful dream called love she felt intuitively; that there would come a fairy prince, who would change all the world for her, making it doubly fair and doubly bright, she also felt, and she thought of it with a softened light in her eyes and a. crimson blush on her fair face. The happy time would come, for it came once in every one’s lifeâ€"when, she did not know. She had felt no want in her life; her tather’e love and her own pretty, fantastic will had more than filled it. No voice had cried out to her that her life was unfinished because love had formed no part of it. The joyous time would come. sooner or later. and that beantitul. distant golden future had a greater charm for her their: flirtatious and lovers had for other gt! a. The grandest heritage of women was not here yetâ€"the love that suffers. that endures, that brings with it keeneet painâ€" the love that makes of this world a. para- dise or e. purgatoryâ€"the love that crowns a. woman’s life or brings with it certain death. No warning came to her from the sweet dewy roses, or each fragrant lent might have cried. “ Beware! beware 1” Mr. Nugent rightly guessed that Miss Gordon was too proud to question the ser- vants about the sender of the flowers. She held them in her white hands, she inhaled their luscious perfume ; she kissed the sweet crimson leaves. Laurie Nugent laid his plane. He had determined upon a floral siege ; it Miss Gotdon were inclined to romanceâ€"ea from her face he expectedâ€"this eilent fro- grnnh wooing would have a great charm for her. He watched her that day in ailenu admiration. yet keeping out_ of her_eight. The next morning Ethel found on her table a bouquet of lilies, fair. white, and odoroue, but on the paper that entolded them was written no word. Her wonder increased, who was there that cared enough about her to send her such lovely 110 were? It could not be Miee Dighy. “ You come from a friend.” she said; “ theretorg you_ arp vyeloqmet” She hesitated shyly whether she should plhue one of them in her belt or in her hair ; and shyness gained the day. She left them in the room, but allday it seemed to her that she had a. friend near at hand. Her face flushed, and her eyes flushed. She would have trampled the delicate lilies under foot if Helen Digby’s hand had gathered them. But it: could not) be 50. Miss Digby was kind, courteous and grace- ful; still she would never have thought of anything so sentimental as sending flowers steeped in the early _rn9rni_ng dew. 0n the morning following there came a bouquet more beautiful still; it was com- posed of large, rich, velvety hesrtsesses ; and then Ethel’s suspicions were aroused. It must be some one who admired her. Yet she had seen no one. There were one or two ladies and two or three elderly mer- ried gentlemen staying at the hotel. It could be none 0! those. Who was it sent the flowers? Ethel resolved on that, the third day of receiving them, to look care- fully around and take more interest in the living world. The morning was too warm for the residents at the Queen’s Hotel to remain indoors, and the see-breeze was fresh enough to moderate the heat of the sun. The air seemed filled with golden haze; it was almost taint, too. with perfume. The aromatic odor of the pine-woods mingled with the fragrance of the lily and the rose ; the bright-winged butterflies and honey-bees hovered round the flowers. All nature seemed languid in the great wsrmth: the leaves of the trees never stirredâ€"the flow- ere were still. Presently a little dog, belonging to one of the ladies, ran barking up to Miss Digby end diserranged her work. She had a nervous tear of dog, and uttered alittle cry of dismay when she saw it. The next moment a shadow fall between her and the sunshine, and a steady, strong hand drew the dog away. Looking up, Miss Digby saw a tell. handsome man. who smiled as he bowed. Hal way,"1ie' Ifid, is smooth and green and fair, argue no thornl to wound and bruise my I y Wherejyupmer reigns and sturlike blossoms “ I should hate than; it I thought they came from her,” she said to hex-salt, The ladies had brought out their books and fancy-work; they were sitting under the trees where the sea-breeze could reach them. Miss Digby and Lady Stsfton were each busily and happily engaged in the making of some beautitul and delicate point- laoe; Ethel had brought out a volume of poems. but she did not read muchâ€"her attention was fixed on the various groups. She saw no one among them, however, who wo_uld be likelxto send her flowers. “I trust you are not frightened, madam," he said; “dogs should not be For the old Love's Bake. CHAPTER X. fully 110051333.” gllgwgd fig go qnmuzzled during these fear- Lady Shanon smiledâ€"Miss Digby looked slightly confused. “I ought to be ashamed to confess it.” she said, " but I am very much afraid of them in all weathers." The new-comer should then, perhaps, have left them, but he seemed disposed to linger: and in this pleasant al fresco hotel life Lady Stafton did not think it needlul to observe the strict laws of etiquette. The trio fell into a pleasant conversation. the stranger speaking principally of St. Ina’s Bay. Miss Digby agreed with much that he said, and during all the time he never once looked at Ethel. He never looked at her, but he was conscious of her every movement. He knew that the bright, proud eyes were looking at himâ€"ha knew that the beautiful face was turned to himâ€" but he assumed the most profound uncon- soiousneee. " Are you stayivg here (or any time 7" he asked Miss Digby. “ Yes," she replied, “ we shall remain until the end of the autumn." " It seems to be a very quiet place." he remarked. “ I can hardly imigine any one staying here except in search of health." Lady Shanon smiled. " I hope you are not in search of health '2" she said. The handsome, debommir face flushed taingly. .- -... . . “v. 7, “ I am indeed," he confessed. " I have been over-studying, and my doctor recom- mended me to take a few weeks’ entire rest. He also recommneded a. quiet: place, so I chose 812.7 Jnn’s Bagy." " You could not have done better." observed Miss Digby ; and then she smiled, for the stranger’s eyes were fixed 011419: with such a. wistful expression that: she ooultjfialmost guess who? was couging. _ " I! you would not think me intrusive," said the stranger. “ I should like to ask permission to introduce mysell. I have been so lonely here during the last few days that I should esteem it the greatest honor and the greatest pleasure to be allowed to have the privilege of speaking to you sometimes. My name is Laurie Nugent. Lady Shelton. I have had the pleasure of seeing you in London at Lady Delemeine‘s." 1b was a random shotâ€"Mr. Nugent knew that Lady Delsmaine was agreat leader of fashion, but he had never entered her houseâ€"yeti it quite satisfied Lady Shelton. " Yon know Lady Dalamaine 7" she said. “ She is my dearest friend. Are you one 0! file Nugqnta 91‘ Ffintshyg ‘2" . u ..-,,. "‘Iivaix‘JTefilEedite them," he replied; " but I have not seen much of them.” It was no carelessly said that the impres- sion left on his hearers was that be consid- ered himself socially the superior of the Nu_genta_ot _Flin_tshire. Then Lady Statton asked him many questions concerning people in London whom she supposed himâ€"as a friend of Lady Delamaine’sâ€"to know, all of which he answered with applomb and sell-posses- sion. His pleasant small-talk amused themI and the bright. sunny morning seemed the brighter to Ethel for his being there. Still, he had never looked at her, but his position with the two elderly ladies being secure, he thought he might venture to steal one glance at her. He met the most beautiful and the frankest eyes that he had ever seen; they were looking intently at him. the golden light in their rich depths deepening as she looked. He thought it wiser on that ozcasion to restrict his attentions entirely to the elder ladies. ” If I spoke to her now,” he thought, “ they would suspect. thafi I had taken all this trouble for her sake.” One glance of admiration, full of fire, full of psssion, seemed to flash from the depths of his eyes to bars. He saw her face grow crimson, and than be dated not trust him- self to look again. But that one glance had sufficed to trouble the calm still depths of Ethel's yqung hearu._ - . .u Suddenly an idea. flashed across her that this stranger, this handsome man. whose dark eyes had seemed to flash that strange glance into here, was the one who had sent the flowers. She could not tell why she thought so, but it was impossible now to doubt it. Would the next morning bring the floral offering ? She almost longed for morning to_ come that she might see it. It was a relief to her to hasten away, and _then Lady Shanon wondered if she had dongawise qhing: > _ ‘ H r For he owned the mastery oi the pee- eionate love that had taken possession of him so suddenly. He had at first admired only the beautiful face he had looked at, but watching it until it» loveliness hid Laurie Nugent was wise enough to see that he must not presume upon the kind- ness of the ladies. He passed them several times. that day; on each occasion it was with e. polite how. but without g._word. She forgot all about the introduction a few minutes afterward. and Laurie Nugent smiled to think how easily he succeeded in winning all he wanted. He could speak to Miss Gordon new, when he met her in the grounds, without any breach of etiquette ; and already he had grown to love her so dearly, so entirely, that speaking to her became the one great need of his life. “ Some men would have been insufferable after our kindness," she said, laughingly, to Miss Digby; “ but) he really seems almost timid, and afraid of intruding. I am rather inclined to like him, Helen.” _ Miss Digby looked a): himâ€"he was walk- ing down the terrace. " 1 do nob know," she returned, halt- doubtfully; “ there is something in his face that_I_os.n hardly like or trust.’_’ _ ” His face is handsome enough," observed Lad_y__ Stafgon. “ There is something in it I cannot tell whatâ€"that does not please me,” opposed Miss Digby. “ It is not a face that I should trust.” Ethel was listening intently to the con- versation; as usual, the spirit of centre.- diction was aroused within her. Whatever Miss Digby said must be wrong. She said nothing, but resolved in her mind to show her disbelief in Miss Digby’s words. A false face! It was the handsomest she had ever seenâ€"end the remembrsnoe of that one glance from the dark eyes made her heart best. It was a. break in the monotony of her lifeâ€"it was something agreeable to think ofâ€"the first dawning of that sun that was to shine so brightly for a time and then destroy her. There were few words spoken when Ethel Gordon was introduced to her late, but those few were as a death-warrant. Mr. Nugant bowed low, murmured something which she did not hear plainly ; her heart beat, her hands trembled, the proud, frank eyes drooped before his, and the beautiful face flushed, and then grew strangely pale. It was almost a solemn moment to her, for it seemed like the completion of some vague, beautiful dream. " iLEdeStaftdn obmmenbed on his discreet, well-brad manner. Laurie Nugent succeeded beyond his wildest hopes. “ Fortune attends those who know how to wait,” he said to himself, and he never lost sight of the fact; he knew how to wait with patience. For the next two or three days he devoted himself exclu- sively to Lady Staiton and Miss Digby, only acknowledging by a how the presence of the beautiful Ethel. He was well satis- fied with the progress he had made, when one day, as he was talking to Lady Stafton, Ethel came to ask some question which Miss Digby required to be answered. Then Mr. Nugent looked from one to the other in such an evident expectation of an intro- duction that the elder lady could not pos- sib_ly refuse it._ “ It must be all right," she said. ” He is Lady Delamaine’a friend. If he were not a man of good means, he would not be slay- ing hereâ€"a gentlemen I know him to beâ€" beaides, he shows no signs of admiring Ethel Gordon.” stoleninuo his heath, he learned to love it with a force and intensity that frightened himself. Love came to Lsurie Nugent like a fierce tornado, that swayed his heart and soul as the whirlwind sways the trees. He said to himsell that, cost what it would, let his life be what it might. let right or wrong rule, let the price be high or low, he would win her, he would make her his own. There was nothing that he would not have done to succeed: he would have hesitated at no crime, stopped at no wrong. With such a love there was little chance of escape (or its object. Miss Digby had not succeeded in the dearest wish of her heartâ€"the wish to win the confidence 0! Ethel Gordon. She had not even won from her the least portion of liking. Day by day, as she telt deeper regret at parting from her father, at losing her position at home, Ethel felt a. greater dislike to Helen Digbyâ€"she was not even just .to her. _ , ,u . ..»__‘_LI_-.. ,w. . “ But to: her,” she thought, " my father would not have been so anxious to make money ; but to: her, he might have remained in England, and we should have been happy (or long years in our old fashion. I shall never be to him again when I have been; my love will-never fill his life as it used.” ,, L04 L-.. As these thoughts gained upon her, her dislike to Helen increased; and the unfor- tunate ides returned to her that, if Sir Leonard could only be brought to think less highly of his betrothed, he would very pro- bably abandon all thought of the marriage; and that idea, in the and, helped her to her sorrowful fate. Early in August letters came from Sir Leonard. There was one for Miss Digby. whose kind, oslm lace flushed with pleasure as she read it; and one for Ethel, who put is quietly awayâ€"she would not read in in the presence of her rival. Helen Digby openeq here at onoe._ . W" __'LL r“ Ethel," Elle solid, looking up with bright eyas, “ I am so pleased. Sir Leonard has reached Vienna. and is both well and hEEPÂ¥-”. . . ‘ S,LA_L_J Not to the rival whom she detested would Ethel condescend to say how glad and happy such news made her. She returnedsome indifferent reply, which Miss Dish; quite undersbgod. - .- .n ,,, _ AA ““ffihgvigioaiiirbdd, and dislikes me too much even to say that she is pleased,” thgughj t_he__lady_'. . .. ,,,,,,,A_A__I “fivuuh Ethel'gé;fixbition of he: unoonquered feelings did not prevent: Miss Digby from saying kindlyâ€" " Will you not read your letter now. Ethel? In may contain some news of interest." “ Thank you, I will wait ;" and Ethel finished her breakfast leisurely, as though no unsealed letters were waiting t9 be read. mfieiéifiirgby sighed heavxly a; the young girl 19“ {me room‘.‘ _ ",1 1.-- “ If she would but be less proud, less reserved with meâ€"it she would learn to like me, even ever solittleâ€"I should ton have n. gland in my sky.” as u Ethel went out that she might read her letter -Without interruption, and the spot she chose was a lovely little nook at the end of the avenue of lime-trees, where the clover grew thick and fragrant. where wild roses and harebells stirred their sweet blossoms in the righing wind, and where the thick foliage of the trees met overhead and formed an arch beautiful as that of any cathedral aisle. One of the trees had fallen long years ago ; it lay now stretched across the path ; moss and ivy covered it, sprays of wild flowers clung to it, and this little nook, beautiful and solitary as though it belonged to some other sphere, was Ethel’s favorite resort. Thither she went: now to read Sir Leonard's letter. She kissed the seal that bore his crestâ€"the place where she thought his hand had restedâ€"end then opened the missive. A deep shadow came over the beautiful face as she read. The girl‘s beam was hungering for love. to: sympathy. she had hoped her father would write of both, but the letter was one long exhorte- tion, one long piece of advice, and all con- oer_ning Miss Digby. A hitiéi: sm'ile curved the proud lips as she read. bitter scorn and anger flushed her prong fwg. . v n s: ,,, ,"HAM He hoped she had learned to love herI to obey her, to look forward with pleasure to the happy life be anticipated they would all spend together. He hoped she profited by Miss Digby’e teachings, by her constant intercourse with one so amiable, so well- hred. and lady-like. l i‘fi‘irDiorés he expect that I find her as per- fect as he doesâ€"the woman who is to take my [gathers placeâ€"who is to usurp my own ” Bitter, angry thoughts surged through the girl’s heart, which aohed with keenest pain. So. although he was away from her. although for the first time in their lives they had been parted. his thoughts were all with this stranger who was hence- forth to stand between them I It was one of the most miserable hours of her lite. " I had thought so much of his writing to me,” she said to herself, with something like a sob ; “ and, now that I have his let- ter, there is no pleasure, no comfort in itâ€" ;t is full of her. She darkens the world or me.” The next moment a pair of dark eyes were looking into hers, and Laurie Nugent, standing with he: lost sheet of. paper in his hang, was bowing petqre her: With a firm gentle touch, which she made no attempt to resist, he took the closely written sheets from her, folded thin: oarelully,nnd then gave them back to er. "'T’h’éh, as though in condemnation of such a thought, the wind seized one of the sheets of paper, and whirled it from her hands. 7 “ I'must thankuthia letter, Miss Gordon,” he said. “for an opportunity I have long soughtâ€"the opportunity of speaking to yoggv She took the letter from him. with a few murmured words of thanks; and then Laurie Nugent, who had braved more dangers than most man, stood quite at a less what to say next. He had imagined himself alone with her a thousand times and in his fancy he was always pouring out floods of eloquent words â€"she listening with drooping eyes and flushed face. Now the reality for which he had longed was his, and he stood before her in silence, the words trembling on his lips, and his heart heating with an unknown fear, a strange awe upon himâ€"tor her beauty had completely overpowered him, and left hirn unable to speak. She was the first: to recover herself. It was new to he: to see a tall, handsome man disooncerted by her. She raised her frank, proud eyes to his face, and than he saw the traces of bitter tears. “ M133 Gordon,” he cried, hastily, “ you have bad news, I am afraid. You have been grigYing _over agnptlging in yqu: letter}: I “ Let me try to help you to forget it.” he said. “ This beautiful world is smiling all around us, there is a bright sky aboveâ€"let us enjoy them for a. time, and forget trouble.” “Place the cause of annoyance out of sight. Miss Gordon, and you will forget it ; than: true philmphy. and the proper v His vvoioe so full of sfimpiuhy, seemed to touch her. A sudden impulse of confidence in this stranger-opquedfio aeiz_e her._ _ “You are" :ighfi," she said. " I have been longing for the letter. and now that it haiooqge I am disgppoiytgd.” > Her lips quivered, and the strong efiort she was making to control herself drove the color from her face. He sat down by her side. Thejighh of that beautiful pale taoe aeeugsd to_ give h_im courage. “ How I'wish I were no] a stranger,” he said " that I might be able to help youâ€"to any gomething that: might oongole yoq.” 7‘1 am mafiamed of myself,” éontessed Ethelâ€"J moat bitterly ashamed; but my diaagpointmenbhgs peen grgatg’ CHAPTER XI. methog 9! managing 311’ things din- grgggble.” wfiiarperemptory manner rather pleased her aha-n otherwise ; she looked up at him with a. frank. fearless agile.“ “Do you think so, Mr. Nngenn? Ido not quite agree with you. I uhnukd bring all disagreeable things to the from. look them boldly in the face. To brave battle with them, and vanquish them one by one â€"that seems {so me truer philosophy than yonrs.” i It was so, and the remark showed plainly as words could show, the difference between speaker and listener. " I will learn any kind of philosophy you may choose to teach me, Miss Gordon,” returned Laurie Nugent; " you shall find me the most obedenl of scholars. I would believe all you told me, do all you bade me, think as you thought. speak as you spoke, in hole of batons reward.” .. m. w‘TWfitifi xiiigbh that reward be?" she askegl anqi!in_g._ . . .--. ” Onâ€"taâ€"kindulook from you, and one kind wordâ€"all the earth could give me no grgater reward thqm qhsfg." ‘. ,J It was pleasant to sit there and hear such kind words; it was pleasant to read the admiration so plainly revealed in those dark eyes; it was the first gleam of happi- ness Ethel had known since Sir Leonard first imparted to her the fact at his intended marriage. The whole scene was so fair that it lived in her memory long after years of suffering had blotted out other pictures. Ethelâ€"proud. frank, beautiful Ethelâ€"sat drinking in the first deep luscious draught o! the cup that was to prove but deadly poison. For the first time in her young life she listened to the unmeasured words of flattering love. and they did not displease her. Laurie Nugent was a clever man, quick of comprehension he had the great gift of understanding character and of adapting himself to the people into whose midst he was thrown. He misused the gilt terribly â€"-even fatally; but he had it and used it like a charm. Although he had exchanged but a few indifferent words with Ethel, he understood her perfectly; he did not know how she came to be associated with Miss Digby. or whether they were related, but he saw plainly enough that Ethel did not like her, and never felt at ease with her. He showed his adroitness when. after talking to her for some minutes, he asked, with a careless smileâ€" “ Where is Miss Digby this morning? I have not seen her.” _ “ She is writing letters.” replied Ethel; and the remembrance of the letter she was writing darkened the beautiful face and shadowed the sweet bright eyes. ' ” I am glad to hear it," he remarked, with a. careless laugh. “ I am grateful to those letters; but to: them Mics Dlgby would be here, I suppeseâ€"and I have an idea that she does not like me." If he had thought the matter over for months he could not have said anything more likely to answer his purpose than that; all the love, the flattery, the eloquence was as nothmg compared to those magical words. He saw the fair, girlish face blush, and he knew they had taken efleet. “ Miss Digby not like you ‘2" she quea- tioned,alowly. “Are you sure of Uh“? How! _do you_ kpovg it?’ > __ _ "I knéw it by instinct." he replied; -- I 05131035 explain mgrefully." He kneev that in her own mind she was saying to herself that she, Ethel Gordon, would like him, if only out of opposition to Helen Digby; yet he was too wxse and too wary_to_puraue phe subject. “ My idea is that we cannot control our likes and dislikes,” he added, “ but that they are instinctive. I see some persons, and my heart goes out to them with n warmth of friendliness which words are weak to express. I see others, and do not even like them, but shun them it I on." She was looking intently at him. “ I am glad you any so,” she observed ; “ my experience is the same. I find that, if at first I take a dislike to any one, I sel- dom overcome it.” “ Ioannoh tell you," she replied, hur- riedly. “I have been so cruelly disap- v°iefiéi§9 999 I love” ".uA, “A; .9, u H 3,, He would non let: her see how great was his curiosity about everything connected with her. He was longing to know why she was there, how it was that she was associated with Miss Digby, to what. family of Gordon’s she belonged ; but; all these things, he said to himself, he must learn by daggeee._ V " Hfie you been telling me all these beau- tifgl stories to make me forget ?" she as ed. “ Yes, I wanted to while you from and and sorrowful thoughts; sadness and sor- row should never come near you. You ought to know nothing but what is bright- est and most beautiful. Now that we are better friends, Miss Gordon, will you tell me what those sorrowful thoughts were? Perhaps I can help you still more." "Do you know the legend attached to these flowers 7” he asked. “ No. 1 have not heard it.” “ It is said that in the depth of each of these little bells a. fairy resides. and that on quiet’moonlight nights each little ell! leaves its home, and that together they all ring their bells with a peculiar chime. It is said that travellers belated in the woods have heard the sweet. faint fairy music. and have wondered what it was." “What must it do to the poet ‘2" she asked him, with a blush and a smile that bewildered him. It was like taking her from s tairyland of golden light, of sweetest warmth and fragrance, out into outer darkness and cold. She had forgotten all her troubles. The glamor of a sweet dream was over her. The lighfi that never shone over land or sea. was glowing on her face. is pointed to the pretty harebells grow- ing at her feet. " You must be a poet,” said the girl, sim- ply ; and to: a moment an expression that she could not understand crossed his face. Was it regret. remorse, pity or hesitation ? She could not tell, and almost as soon as she glad noticed it it w_a_s gong. “I am not a poet, Miss Gordon. but I admire poetry, and these legends have always had a charm for me. You judge me too favorably. I am a man of the world â€"nct a poet." She repeated the words alter him. " A man of the worldâ€"that means a man clever and shrewd in judgment. quick. versa- tile, and accomplished, does it not ‘2" she asked. “ Viewed favorablyâ€"yes," he replied. “But there is one thing, Miss Gordon, which makes every man a poet for the time.” “ What is that ?” she asked. “ Love for a fair and noble women. Love is poetryâ€"it is the one grand passion of a. men’s lifeâ€"it refines, softens, and makes beautiful the hardest natures." “ It fills his heart so entirely that it over- flows in song," he answered. “ Thus the world is made richer by a. poet’s love. Now, Miss Gordon, have you forgotten your letter uni} your__tears ?” Her face brightened, and the golden lighll dgepenedjn h§r_eyes._ His memory must have been well stored with many a quaint and graceful table. He told her German legends of the dark for- eets and of the spirits who lived in the grand old treesâ€"0t the elf-king who rides on the night wind. of the water-spirits who dwell in the streams; he told her many a fair legend of Grecian lore. of the daphne and narciesue, of the hyacinth and the rose -â€"etories that took her imagination captive, and charmed the artistic, beauty loving mind. She forgot that he was a stranger ; she sat with clasped hands, looking into his face. drinking in each word as it tell from his lips. v“ It; is iong since I hive heard any pretty leggxgda,” she said ; ‘_‘ nell_me 50mg moral: She did not notice that his handsome face had lost its colorâ€"that his lip! trembled. "And that some one,” be interrupted, " was ~â€"â€"" “ I cannot tell you,” she repeated. “ Do not be cruel to me. Miss Gordon. Some one you laveâ€"was its a lover ? Nay, do not thunk me curious. As you He sweet, womanly, beauuful, be pnitul. Was in a lover ‘2” “ No.” she replied with the simplicity of a gym. “ I never had a: loge: if; pyiifgi’ He gave one greet sigh of relief. Until that moment he did not know how great the torture of suspense had been. Echel'a face flushed deeply. She would min have recalled the words when they were uttered, but it was too late. With the quickness that distinguished him, he saw Instantly thetjhe repented he_r_treedom o! sgeeoh.‘ “VIBE mam tom me,” he ma gently. “ it 39x1 have quite forgottsz t_he @tpulzles.” “ihhve pu‘fi them-lent of Bighfi tor a. time,” she said. smilingly, "and am not willi_ng to 109k 9} @9111 agginjush yet." 17173:; Efraird’, VMissr EGord'on, 'you will think me presumptuous it I askagreat tavo; 9t you.’f_ _ V‘V‘VI do hot think I shall have any unfavor. able thoughts of you,” rammed Ethel, " avg}: if_you 93!; mg a tayqr.” “ You llke shining here,” he pursued. “ I have watched you morning after morning coming here with your book. and have longed to join you. Will you permit: me to dose occasionally '2" fl She looked up aft him with the questioning glangqot a oliild. “ I do not: know. I should like to talk to you very much. Yes, I do not see why you should not; come here when you like; the groulads are open 30 every one."_ “But it would be you I should come to seeâ€"only you. I do not make any false pretense. In is not because I think this spot more beautiful than any other, or because I likeih betterâ€"it is that; I may see you, speak to you. sun myself in your bright Presence. Now do you say ‘ yes?‘ " u... "‘Misa Gordmi],rao not refuse me. What your presence is to me I dare not say. Do not refuse me the greatest favor I have ever asked.” A _ _ “ESL: iaiéfifiercima Vgraveithe go'lde'n lighfl deeggmedjn yer eyes. . "n The plodding of his voice. the wistful exprgagion on big taoefiouohed her. 5 It I 5139;033:7357 tb-iznorrow morning." he_r_epeated, "_ may I game if" There was just 9. lingering idea in her mind that in would not be quite rightâ€" Mies Digby wou!d not like it. Thai: lash reflection decided her. iv‘IYee." she replied, “it it pleases you, 30‘! "2",? °°'.n.°-." . . u...‘ .,. ,3, And he said to himself that he had made wonderful progress that bright, sunny morning; and those who knew how proud, how reserved Ethel Gordon was would have agreed with him. LOVELY GIRLS OF THE SOUTH. No Wonder Ilse Young Men Mnrry and Scale Down lo a Quiet Life. From 15 to 20 the Southern girl is a joy to the beholder, says a lady correspondent. A creamy complexion, with sometimes, but not often, a faint flush of pink under- neath. soft eyes with a world of dreams in them, a rounded figure, tiny hands and feet, and kittenish ways, make it no marVel that the you h masculine of New Orleans is mostly married at 22 or 23. A girl of 20 who has not received a half-a- dozen offers at least is socially a fiailure. Matrimony is the grand, authorized aim and publicly recognized at the Louisiana lottery, as girls are educated to marry, and to detest the circumstances which compel them to earn their living in any less womanly way. " I married,” said a little lady to me the other day, discussing the somewhat unfortunate posi- tion of family affairs. The inference was plain. But there are girls, brave girls whose pretty laces may be seen behind the counters of almost every large store in New Orleans, who, while hating conformity with shoppy conditions, have put their delicate shoulders to the wheel of family adversity and sweetly contributed their mites to the income. 0! the professional ambition that fires their Northern sisters they know nothing. They are innately and entirely domestic. lovable and loving, ask- ing only to be shielded from the fact of life. and permission to unlimitedly pirou- ette. A young lady may receive alone, and generally does ; may drive with a gentleman, but may not accept his escort to the theatre, concert or ball without a chapercne; Sunday evening is devoted to reception all over the city; church in the morning is the usual limit to devotion, firecrackers and brass bands enliven the day, and anything can be pur- chased. from carpets to oaramels. The girls sit in their pretty summer dresses upon the wide steps of the pillared veran- dah, their various admirers posing with admirable efiect in their immediate vicin- ity. It is very picturesque, very idyllic. There is much rhythmic laughter and dis- tracted ccquetry, many graceful compli- ments and imperial edicts. To make hay while the sun shines is a rule of conduct no less practical than valuable to these charm- ing demoiselles, for their beauty is the beauty of the queenly magnoliaâ€"a touch of frost, abruise of fortune, and it is gone, withered, faded, a suggestion of the past. More Cows than Queen Victoria. Mrs. Evarts is very domestic and is prouder of her fine dairy farm in Vermont than of all the social honors heaped on her. It amounts to ahobby, and Mrs. Rachel Sherman tells a very funny story of Queen Victoria's head dairymaid, at Balmoral, who showed them over the model estab- lishment on the estate and seemed some- what disgusted at their lack of amazement and surprise. It culminated when she stated the number of cows, and said : “ Did ye ever hear 0! ans mony in one byre bafore ?" “ Yes," said Mrs. Evarts quietly. " Where, then ?" asked the maid somewhat brusquely. “ In my own dairy. I haveâ€"” naming a number some twenty cows ahead of the “ byre”tul. The maid collapsed and seemed to think she ought to be sent to the Tower on charge of high treason. That anybody should, could or would have more cows than the Queen struck her mind as revolutionary, and she tells the tale with bated breath to this day. always loyally winding up with; “ I dinna believe it.” Selekvilla street, Dublin, which was so long occupied by dwellings of the nobility and gentry and members of Parliament, is now wholly dawned to bulimia. Many of the difiiculties which beset the present Government of France are said to be attributable in no small measure to the absence of superior cooks from the kitchens of the high functionaries oi the Third Republic. Gambetta, while he lived, was too estate a politician and too fastidious an epicure to be guilty of such a mistake. His chef was one o! the most proficient in all Paris. and the dinners o! the Palais Bour- bon were so excellent that the thoughtless enemies of the great tribune called him an Apieius. President Grevy, who is consid- ered a model of republican simplicity, is however, in this matter of the table, faith- ful to French tradition, and the head cook of the Elysees, Verner, is famous for his model menus. But in almost all the Minis- tries women preside over the range, which means that the Ministers and their guests eat poor dinners, for it is a firm belief in this countryâ€"especially among the male cooks â€"that the culinary art is a closed book to women. Just as at Longchamps the jockeys must be Englishmen it the races are to command serious attention. so a gentleman of position who respects his own and his friends’ stomachs must have a masculine chef or he will be made the butt of every sybarite.â€"From a Late Pan’s Letter Billing Through the Stomach. (To In continued» â€""All your own [an]: It you remain sick when you can Get hop bitten that neverâ€"Fail. â€"The weakest: woman, smallest child and sickest invalid can use hop bitfiets with aufeuyrgnd great goqd. â€"02d men Guttering around from Rheu- matism, kidney trouble or any weakness will be made almmt new by using hop hitters. IS’My wife and daughter were made healthy by the use of hop hitters, and I recommend them to my people.â€"Metho- dist Clergyman. Ask any good doctor if hop Bitters are not the been family medicine 0n earuh l 1 Malaria] fever, Ague and Bilioueneaa, will leave every neighborhood as soon as hop hitters arrive. W“ My mother drovo the paralysis and neuralgia. all out of her system with hop hitherai’â€"E(_i. 0919590 S1415. G'Ksep the kidheys healthy with hop bihtggs and you fused 11911 {a}: aiokhesa. V â€"-Ioe wads): is rendered harmless and more refreshing and reviving with hop bittegq in each Qraught.» â€"The vigor of yet-1,1711 for the aged and in- firm in hop hitters H 1 â€""At the change of life nothing equals 110 Bitters to alley all troubles inuident '1‘ ereto." â€"“ The beat periodical for ladies to take monthly. and from which they will receive the greegeeu bepefinz i_e_hop piiter‘s.” â€"UMothers with sickly: fretful, nursing children, will cure the children and benefit. them_s_elves by_ fishing hop bijterg daily. ~Tboueanda die annually" from some form of kidney disense that might have been prevented by a timely use at hop hitters. W;Iudigestion, weak stomach, irregulari- ties of the bowels, eunuch exist when hop hitters are used. â€"'I.‘o produce real genuine sleep and child-like repose all night. take a little hop hitters on retiring. Is'None genuine withoutabunch of green Hops on the white label. Shun all the vile, poisonous stufl with "Hop " or “ Hops " in their name. . A Russian writer named Btepnisk has sent to the London Times a most remark- able account of the Russian press. It is nearly deed. Since the commencement 0! this reign, eight newspapers have been pro- hibited, including the Golus, and only two Liberal newspapers are permitted to exist, in hourly anticipation of their fate. Poli- tical discussions being, however, forbidden. the newspapers have not the power in Russia of the magazines, and the grand crusade has been directed against them. The Stovo, the Messenger of Europe, and the Annals of the Country have all been sup- pressed, the latter being the greatest maga- zine in Russia, with a circulation at 10,000 copies, and worth £120,000 sterling. The charges in these cases was that o! entertaining subversive opinions; but the real offence was that ol dis- cussing too closely the condition of the country. Latterly, the Administration has attacked books, and has just published an index 0! books which may not be sold. It comprises 125 works in 800 volumes, and includes such books as Lyell’e “ Ao- tiquitv of Man." Adam Smith’s “Wealth ot Nations,” and “Lubbock's “Primitive CiVilizatiou.” All the works of John Stuart Mill, W. Bagehot, and Mr. Herbert Spencer are prohibited, the index having apparently been drawn up by some priest who was also an absolutist. The main effect of such a decree is, of course, to exasperate the whole educated class against the Government ; but the secondary sheet is to revive the old system of secret col- portage. Books are wholly suppressed, but prohibited newspapers are smuggled in from beyond the frontier in thousands, :just as Herzen’s “Kclokol” was. As a precaution against the diffusion of new ideas, the measure is. 0! course, illusory, all the oreede except Protestantism having struggled up to victory without the assist- ance from the pramâ€"Chicago Tribune; American spruce makes tho baskets for the maths: gardeners in London. Ritualism must he s reading in England when we read in a hutch of England paper that on 9. recent occasion the snflrsgan bishop of Nottingham. Dr. Trol- lope. wore a “cope of crimson velvet, powdered with fleurs de lie. green orphrey with rich edging. a sort of blue quatreroil on each side of the morse, with evangelistic symbols, and a rich and costly jewelled mores.” â€"â€"â€"Lydia E. Pinkham’a Vegetable Com: pound was first: prepared in liquid form only; but; now it: can be sent in dry forms by mail to points where no druggiat can readlly be reached, and today the Com- pound in lozenges and pills finds its way even to the foreign olimea of Europe and Asia. Tender eorus, painful oorns, sott cows, hard earns, come of all kinds and at all sizes. are alike removed in a few days by the use of PUTNAM‘s Psmmss Conn EXTBAQ- Toni Never fails to cure, never causes pain never leaves deep spots that are more annoying than the original discomfort. Give Putnam's Painleas Corn Extractor a trial. Beware of substitutes. Sold by druggists everywhere. Poison & 00., Kings- ton, propr‘s. An ingenious Parisian, M. Adrien Gecon, has petented a blasting powder which pro- vides 9. new explosive compound intended to have the force of dynamite wivhout its extra. hazardous properties. The compound consists of a mixture of nine of potash or nitrate of soda with sulphur ashes or tannin. ~ Gov. Rusk of Wisconsin vetoed the bill providing for the sentence of vegmnte for ninety days and confining them to a breed- end-water diet. The Governor holds that imprisonment for that period on the diet prescribed would be " cruel and unusual and thereby violates the constitutional pro- vision which forbids the infliction of cruel and unusual punishments." “ Say, why is everything Either at sixes or an sevens?” Probably, my dear nervous sister, be- cause you are suffering from some of the diseases peculiar to your sex. You have s “dragging-down" feeling, the back-sons, you are debilitated, you have pains at various kinds. Take Dr. R. V. Pieroe’e “Favorite Prescription” and be cured. Price reduced to one dollar. By druggists. to hear of the resignation of Dr. Pierce as e Congressman to devote himself solely to hislsbors as a physician. It was because his true constituents were the sick and afflicted everywhere. They will find Dr. Pietee’s “Golden Medical Discovery" :1. benefioent use of his scientific knowledge in their behalf. Consumption, bronchitis, cough, heart disease, fever and ages, inter- mittent fever, dropsy, neuralgia, goitre or thick neck, and all diseases of the blood, are cured by this world-renowned medicine. Ite properties are wonderful, its action magical. By druggists. Labouobere says in the London Truth: “ I cannot understand upon what founda- tion the primrose has been connected with the name of. Lord Beaconefield. The only allusion to the flower in Lord Beaconsfield's works is in ‘ Lothair,’ where Lord Sh. Jerome is called ‘ Barbarian ’ by his wife, because he has remarked that ' primroees make a capital salad.’ ” A timely * * * use of hop Bitters will keep a. whole family In robust hesltn a. year at little costs. a ll Antoni-hell the Public Home bent and Toplcl. Intolerance in Bun-In. Corns; Com-X Neuralgia is one of the most common and distressing complaints incidental to this climate. It is not confined to any par- ticular season. for whilst most general in the winter season. yet many sufier its excruciating agony in the heat of summer. In laLe years this form of disease has became better known. and consequently the means of relief have become greatly in- creased in numbers, as well as in efficacy. Among the most powerful and penetrating combinations, placed within the reach of the public for the relief of neuralgia. we can mention no remedy equal to or more oertain than Poleon’s NEavxnmn. Its power over pain is something woundcrful. and we advise a trial fur neuralgia, or any other painful complaints. Nerviline is sold by all druggists at 25 centsa bottle. also trial bottles at 10 cents. In Patagonia they fine a. man two goats for killing his wife. The law is very strict) on the subject, too, and i! the fine isn’t promptly paid he is compelled to marry again. That makes him hustle around for the gouts.â€"Binghampton Republican. speedily cured by our new radical methods. Pamphlet, references and terms, two lat- ter stamps. World’s Dispensary Medical Association, 663 Main Sweet, Buffalo, N. Y. Mr. George Riddle, of Carrolloounty, Maryland.has under the same too! With him no fewer than twenty-two unmarried daughters. On May 3rd, in New York cityJast year strawberries were plenty an 15 cents per quart. Now they are 50 cents, and few to be had. Clinical Assistant Royal London 0 hthalinio Hospital, Mooreflold‘s and Cent: London Throat and Ear Hospital. 1'! Church street Toronto. Artificial Human Eyes ‘ U 8. IL, Lecturer on the Eye, Ear and Throat Trinity Medical College. Toronto. cannot and Aorist no the Toronto General Hospital, lite gliniool Aggisfionj gays] IgorLdon. Ophghnliplo LYDM E. 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IJIGII'I‘ ANI) BACKAUHE, IS ALWAYS PERMANENTM'] L‘I'Ium BY ITs USE. ,I * 1 * ‘i I» a * IT WILL AT ALL Tums AND UNDER Am. cmcmi ,'l‘ANCES ACT IN “mummy WITH THE LAws TILL: uuvunn THE anLI: svsTpM. * * ‘ ' m * girl“: PYYm‘Or‘V, H SOLELY FORTIIE LEGXTIB'II HEALING m" m, D Tm: RELIEF or PAIN, Ln THAT IT IN »\L). Ix (‘LAIMS To Do, THOUSANDI D! LADIES (‘AN ()LADIJ" TESTIP‘Y. ‘64; * * . t: * * Fun THE cum: OF KIDNEY COMPLAINTR :1 EITHER Sm: Tms REMEDY IS UNSUBPASSED. * ’4‘ * LYDIA E. PINKSAM’S VEGETABLE COMPOUND E EYE, EAR AND THROAT." B. G. s. BYEEBON, L. R. an 8. IL. Lecture: on the Eye, mm- and Tin-6| prcpm'ed at Lynn, Max‘s. Price £1. Six bottles for i}. Sold bvall :lruggisls. Sent by m‘ .1, postage paid, In many of Pub: or Loan «‘3 on revvipt of priceaanbova. 11aner “(H -, to Health" win be mailed frée t9 :A-mlim: stump. _LI~tLv-v's omxflv‘mmiullyanswprsé. ' 'Zy should \n‘ \x'il! ‘ S‘ T_hf'_\' out? I u mi“ T0 DEALER AND CONSUMER. 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