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To be, or net to be, that is the questionâ€" Whether ’tis better, in the main. to sugar The slight disoomforts of unmarried iortune Or to take arms against this life of bubbles, And by proposing, end theml A wife I to flirt No more; and, by a wife to say we end The heartache and the thousand nervous shocks That bachelors are heir to. Tie a consummation Devoutly to he wished. To try to keep Accounts 1 perchance outrunâ€"aye,there’s the rub, For in that dream of bliss what bills may come, Which now we shuflle off with little toil. But then must pay. There‘s the prospect That makes men shy to venture on a wife; For who would hear the quick inroads of time, IThe comic song, the fast man’s company, The pangs of secret love. the eoquette's play. The solitary lodging wherein burns The impatient spirit at its lonely fate. But that the dread of something past a jestâ€" That undiscovered station, from whose bourne No bachelor returns, muzzles the will, And makes us rather bear the ills we have Than fly to others we know not of; Thus caution does make cowards of us all, And in a state of weak irresolution, Our flx’d intentions fail and come to naught, While enterprising girls, with wit and beauty, Thus on our guard to attract us vainly trv, And languish in dejection." “ You are looking so well. this morning, Ethel,” she said; “ your face has all the bloom and freshness of a rose.” AGORDON’S PRIDE Ethel Gordon smiled when Helen Digby bade her good-morning. and, contrary to her usual rule, kissed her. W More than once that day Ethel wondered it anything would happen to prevent their marriage. She might have known the state of her heart from the tact that, when- ever she thought of any obstacle arising, her regret was not to be able to enjoy her triumph over Miss Digby. She thought but little 0! any pain that might arise from losing Laurie Nugent. Bu?) it wan not "in the decrees of fate that anything should happen to prevent the mgriqge 0! Sir Leongrd’s daughter. Early on Wednesday morning Laurie Nugent went over to Holmleigh to make arrangements for the marriage. The story he told to the rector of St. Ann’sâ€"the Rev. MLBrisnâ€"wee fully known only to himself. There was some pathetic history of an orphan girl living in some uncongeniel, unhappy home, and he, on the point of starting for abroad, on a most sudden and unexpected journey, wished to marry her and take her with him. Mr. Bain thought himself doing a. very meritorious deed when he consented to merry them. “ I have Lever found it so welcome as in the case of the business I have been about to-gay,” he mid, Laughing. He lingered with them, talking princi- pally to Miss Digby, and glancing oeession- ally at the beautiful face drooping over the flowers. As for Ethel, she saw nothing, she heard nothing, plainly; it was one eon- tuting whirl to her. The whisper of the wind, the rushing of the leaves, the rippling of the fountains, the music of the harp, all said but one thing to herâ€"" I am to be married to~mortow." She heard those words-“ married to-morrow”â€" in every sound that fell upon her ears, until she began to wonder whether she was losing her reason or not. Their eyes men for a moment, and than hers drooped, and a burning blush spread over her lovely time. “Success is always charming,” said elen, lime dreaming What; Laurie Nugent‘a success implied. Then Laurie Nugent made all other neediul arrangementsâ€"instead of going to Austrin, he intended to start at once for America. " Mr. and Mrs. Nugent” were to take their passage in one oi the steamers belonging to the great Inman line. He had thought over this plan for some time, and then decided that it was quite safe. He did not intend to give Ethel time to say any- thing to Miss Digby, nor did he intend any of them to see her again: “ Yea, I havevbeen away on very finport- ant business. and I am glad to say that: I Mfg 119812 with perfpot success." Then it struck him that) much as Ethel had spoken to him of net homa, he had never asked her where it was, nor had he made any inquiries as to her father’s rank in life. Some gentleman who played beautifully on the harp had been asked to give the ladies the pleasure of hearing him; the hemp was brought out on the lawn, and when Laurie Nugent arrived there was quite aooncert. He thought of the scene tor yeers afterwardâ€"the sun shining so brightly on the lawn and gleaming on the lountains, the flowers all in bloom, the rustling Ioliege of the limes looking golden in the brilliant light, the soft, sweet music sounding abave the songs of the birds, and the murmur of the fountains. He saw Helen Digby seated by Lady Stetton’s side, each listening intently to the music. He went over to them, and Helen looked up at him with a kindly smile. It; was one of the pleasentest and gayest evenings that had ever been agent at the Queen’s Hotel ; Ethel Gordon remembered in forever afterward. Years were to pause before beauty and music and psrtume would have any charm for her again. The last qu'eation that Lani-is Nugent asked that night was the one that came so often_ftom his lips-â€" The morning dawned bright and fair; the dew lay shining on the grass and flow- ere, the wood-pigeons were eooing, the lover crying among the corn, when Ethel aordon quietly left the house on her fetal errand. The morning was not fresher or fairer than ehe ; her face had the delicate, exquisite bloom of the wild rose, her eyes were bright as stars, with the golden light deepening in them. She looked round on the scene encircling her, she raised her eyes to the blue heavens. and thought to herself how hair all nature was bathed in the morning light. 'Bhe must share 'my lot henoetorward,” neiaaid, ‘f and foyggfg allgbout them.” " It shows how deeply and heartin I love the girl,” he thought to himself. “ I have never stopped to ask one question about her affairs. If she had all the money in the world, I could love her no more than I do ; it she has none, I love her just as much. The chances are that, if she were th :greateeb helreks in England, it would be impossible for me to claim what is here. In is Ethel I wantâ€"Ethel Wibh he: grand dower of youthth beautyâ€"and not money.” He arranged in his own mind that when they were married he would at once return to the hotel, while Ethel lingered in the woods ; he would send all his luggage away and with it, unnoticed, two large boxes of hers. They could meet together at the station and come away from St. Inn’s ; he would defy fete. Ethel would want to have her own wayâ€"to throw down the gauntlet to Miss Digby; but he would invent some excuse for getting her to the station, and then, finding resistance useless, she would submit. Everything was arranged in his own mind, and to his own satisfaction, when he returned to the Queen’s Hotel. Ebhel WEE standing by her side, and Lungs stick a. game at her as he repliedâ€" “ Have any Etrangers arrived ?” And the answer was as usual : “ No.” She stooped to gather some of the Bed, grand, mystical flowersâ€"they were all wet with dew, which she flung from the leaves, looking into the flowers‘ depths and admir- ing the sweet symbols. Roses were grow- ing there, too, and large white lilies, and long sprays of blue oonvolvulus; but she passed all these, and filled her hands with the passion-flowegs. ‘ “ You have beenâ€" away all day have you 7301, Nugent ?" __ A great cluster of passion-flowers stood near the gate which led from the lawn to the ooppioa. The oeppioe led to the woods, and Laurie was waiting there to: her, she knew lull well. " My wedding-day 1” she thought to her- The Bachelor-’5 Boliloqny. CHAPTER XVII. CHAPTER XVI. â€"New York Telegram self. “ What would my iather think it he knew this was my! wedqnlg day ‘2’: Some little shadow fell over the bright- ness of the morning when she remembered that today Helen Digby would meet her fate. Then at the end of the ouppice she saw Laurie Nugent with an impatxent. eager look on his handsomelaee. She had just time to note that he Wore a. beautiful white hyacinth, and then he caught sight of her and hastened to clasp her in his arms. “ My darling Ethel, how beautiful you look this morning 1 You shame the sun and the flowers. Oh. Ethel, the sun may well shine so hrightlyâ€"â€"it is our wedding- dey 1” They walked on side by side, and the beauty of the scene deepened in the wood. The dew lay more thickly on the grass, the sunlight fell brokeuly through the thick foliage, producing varying lights and shadows. The solitude deepened, too. and they seemed to be walking away from the rest of the world into a fairyland of their own. Laurie turned fio take her hands in his own. “ Shall we ever see anything so fair as this woodland scene, or be so happy again in this world 7’” he said. “ Lay your hands in mine, Ethel, and let us talk. Smile your brightest, my darlingâ€"4h is our wed- ding-day.” Babe give him one hand only. ” I cannot spare the other,” she explained. “You forget my flowery} Hie attention had been so entirely absorbed in her beautiful face that he never even looked at them; but now he bent forâ€" ward. and she was startled by a. low cry £10m hie lipsâ€"by the sudden palor of his face. " Why, Ethel," he cried ” these are pas- sion flowers I Who ever heard of a. bride with a bouquet of passion-flowers? What an evil omen ,my darling! I am not super- stitious, but in hna frightened me." “Not am I sup€rstitioua,” she said, laugEin-_ ” 1 day 110‘) know. They were shining with dew and close to my hand. I cannot give jou any other reanon than that.”__ H "You wifl throw them away, will you not, Ethel ‘2” At first it seemed as though the church were filled with a grey, soft gloom; and themst the east end, Ethel sew egreat stained-glass window, a very marvel of richness and color. The sun was shining lull upon it, and great patches of purple and crimson, of orange and blue, of violet and green lay on the floor, on the carved oaken seats, on chancel and nave. There were figures of triumphant saints on the windowsâ€"saints with palm-branches and golden crowns. In after years she found each one impressed upon her memory. There wass silenceâ€"a stillnessâ€"a holy calm that seemed to be breathed from heaven ; it was broken only by the song of the birds outside and the rustling of the leaves in the wind. Ethel knelt down, her heart beating fast with emotion. What she had said was perfectly trueâ€"she had not reflected upon the solemn aspect of marriage; and it some to her like a. shock. Revenge upon Helen Dlgby I No such thoughts could live in that holy calm ; they fled from her, leaving the one fact bareâ€"that she was about to become Laurie Nugent’e wife. It came upon her almost like a shock. Even then, late as it was, she would have abandoned her pro. jestâ€"«she would have given up all idea of revenge and marriage. Something of this Laurie Nugent must have read in her face, for he grasped her hand, whisperingâ€" “VWhSI did you gather them ?” he asked. ” Passing-flowers on a. wedding day 1 Why did 5101.1 gather phem, 133ml?" She looked admiringly at them. “ I think not,” she replied. " That would be giving way to superstition. I come of a. race that knows no fear, that never looks back, that abides by what is done. The motto of our house is, ‘Gordon abides by what Gordon does.’ I gathered these flowers thought- lessly, I own. for my wedding bouquet, but I shall take them with me." " It is an evil omen, Ethel.” “We W1“ pay no heed to it. I have no faith in omens.” But he gave her no answering smile. “Throw them away, Ethel, I implore you.” “ It TS to?) late now ; We muéb go 311 with it,_my gugeq.” She looked at the pictured faces of the saints wibh golden crownsâ€"a, wild idea took posession of her to cry out to some one to save her-4511M she had been entrap- ped, over persuadedâ€"that she did not love the man she was going to marry ; and again the keen instinct of his passionate love told Laurie Nugelnzy'the ns‘ture of her thoughts. “ You are filled will: nervous fancies: my dear Ethel. Earkl the very birds seem to sing more joyfully because it is our wed- ding-69$” While he was saying the words a white haired minister entered, and Laurie Nugent and Ethel went up to the altar togetherâ€" the altar that was beneath the great eastern window, from which the mystical lights were falling. Two witnesses were there, but Laurie Nugent never even saw them ; they were servants from the rectory, whom the rector had told to be present. Laurie Nugent never saw them, for his whole attention was engrossed by his young bride. For the first time he noticed her dressâ€"a soft, shining violet silk ; and where she stood the light from the stained glass win- dow fell upon herâ€"one great dash of pur- ple lay at her feet, a bar of crimson quivered on her dress, and on the beautiful head there shone a glow of gold. Her lovely face was pale with emotion, yet it shone like a fair flower amidst the mystical lightsâ€"fairer than the pictured faces of the saints ; and in her hand she still held the dewy passion flowers. Ethel Gordon never forgot that old church of St. Ann’sâ€"a gray old building with tapering spire. As she entered she seemed to bring with her the fragrance of the limes and the wild flowers. “ I have no thought of doing so," she replied, haughbily ; but I am frightened. I had forgotten how solemn a thing marriage is. We are going into a. church, and churches always seem to me so near heaven. 0, Laurie, Laurie!" she cried, “marriage lasts until death. and I am not sureit I love you well enough." But he endeavored to calm her. “ My darling Ethel you are nervous. You are usually brave, my love ; you must not lose courage. Ethel, like other young girls, have you ever dreamed of your wedding- They entered the churchyard, and once more Laurie Nugent asked her to throw the pension-flowers away. Once more she refused ; and by the green graves of the silent dead, Sir Leonard's daughterâ€" bright, beautiful, proud Ethel Gordonâ€" passed on her way to the marriage altar. ’ The idea seemed to her both week and cowardly. “ They must: go with me,” she returned. “ What influence can it, have on my future life that I wee men-led with passion-flowers in my hand 1’" Seeing that she would not yield, Laurie said no more. They walked on through the dewy brightness of the summer woods until the spire of the old church came in view, and then Ethel stopped and her face lost its color. “ Laurie, it is a. serious thing, marriage. I am 91mg“ flgigpteped at it now." “ ‘ Gordon abides by what: Gordon doea.’ ” be quoted. “ You have promised, Ethel; you imrustl not break ypur word." day ” Not often," she replied. “ Did you ever think it would be like this â€"-wa.lking through a dewy summer wood, the morning air fresh and sweet on your face, the song of the birds in your ears, the flowers, like a bevy of fair bride~maids, blooming around you ?" “ No,” she ansvéered ; “ 1 never dreamed ofgpch a. weddjng as thief N6 artist ever dreamed of. a picture more CHAPTER XVIII. fair. Laurie Nugent‘a eyes lingered upon her ; and then the solemn, beautiful man ringieervige commenced: ‘t’Wilfi thou have this man to be thy wedded husband ‘2” As she gave one glance at the golden crowns of the saints, and one at the white- haired minister, whose head was so reverently bent, the impulse again seized her to cry out: ; but Laurie Nugenu looked at her, and held her hand tightly, and “18 said the words that made her his wife. She bent her head when the rector uttered the blessing, and at that moment a sudden gleam of the sun threw a. crimson light over the bowed heed, filling the young husband’s heart with dread. “ Come away from that window, Ethel,” he said. ” I cannot hear to see you in the mifist offihosq obgnging lightfs." She obeyed him; and than, in a few minutes, the ceremony was ended. He left her kneeling there, while he gave the rector such a. fen as astonished him, and one to each of the witnesses. He went into the vestry,and Mr. Byran shook him by the hand. “ I wish you every happiness,” he said ; “ and I must ask you to pardon my saying that I have never seen 9. more lovely bride. Be kind and loyal to her._” Then he wen-t away; but for long after- wards the rector remembered the fair young girl, as she stood amidst the chang- inglighns, with the passion-flowers in her hand. It was all overâ€"proud, beautiful, bright Ethel Gordon was Laurie Nugeut‘a wife. It seemed to her like a. dream. She and her husband walked, hand in hand, down the broad path. and then he noticed that all the glowing color was dying from the lovely face, and that the hand he held in his own was tremhling. _ Amidst the glory of the golden sushine and the gleam of the deep green foliage she sat down to rest and to dream. The flowers were blooming around her, the air was full of music and perfume, the brook was hastening onward. and she lost herself in the keen passionate delight which nature‘s beauty ever gave her. She sur- rendered herself to her dream. Had she done right, after all? Would Sir Leonard be pleased when he saw her handsome hus- band, or would he be cross? She remem- bered that he never looked angrily on her yet. and she said to herself, with a smile, that he never would. Then her tanoy strayed to Helen Digbyâ€"Helen. whom she was so soon and so surely to triumph over “Ehhel,” he said geitly, “ you must not give way now. You are tiredâ€"faint, per- haps; all this has been too much for you. See, here is a. large tree; sit; down under the shade of it." There was a. little mound under the tree, and she sat down upon it, Laune by her side. The rest revived her. He looked anxiously in her face. Then he moved away, and she watched him as he walked with rapid stepa down the high-road ; and no warning, no present- iment came to her of how they should meet again. Ethel watched the tall figure of her husband until he was out of sight, and then she opened the gate and passed through into the woods. She had nearly two hours to linger there. She took out her pretty jewel- led watch, Sir Leonard's last present, and looked at it ; it was five minutes past 9. She could walk to St. Inn’s easily in half an hour, so that she had plenty of time to dream by the brook that was rip- pling near her. “ You are better now, my queen, ” he said. “ Ethel, I can hardly believe ltâ€"it is our wedding-day. I look in your lovely, flower-like face, and I say to myself that it is my wife’s face. I hold this whine hand in mine, and say I, this is my wife’s hand ; but I do not realize it allâ€"I hardly believe it; It seems to me incredible that I should have won my queen, with her royal flower 015 proud youpg beapty.” For yesre afterward Laurie Nugent saw Ethel in his dreams as he saw her then, the sunlight falling on her. her aweefl, flowerlike face smiling on him, the tail: head proudly raised as she bade him fare- wellâ€"â€"” only for a. few 11.0mm," he_thought. “Ilovo you 3311 thousan‘d times better that; my_ own lite_, my beautiful guee» n I’f They Bit {0} a fair minutes in silence, and than Laurie took the passion flowers from her. “ You will be home, than, by 11, Ethel ?" he said. “ Yes." she repliedâ€"“ and than for our grand dcnouemcnt. Helen Digby may bid farewell to hope of ever being my father’s wife, Laurie.” " She may indeed,” he agreed; and then they stood to: a few momenba under the grggt elm-tree; For one rhinufie he held hér in his 73713171971; Hegigsad her lips apgi whispjarqdâ€" » “ I shall keep these until I die," he said, “ remembering always that you held them while we were married. And now, my dar- ling, give me one kiss. Raise your sweet. lair face to mine; dearly as I have loved you. I have hardly dared to touch it. I may kiss my wife’s face, Ethel?” “We have been sitting on a child’s grave, Laurieâ€"a child who died many years before we were born. We have been talking about love with death so near to us I" He would not own that her: words startled him, but: they did. He drew her gently away, and then he bent and kissed the little bruised hand. “ My sweet; wife I" he said, " you are nervous and tired. You have strange mn- oies this morning, but you will soon forget them all. Now we must part.” They had reached the little gate that led to the woodsâ€"a great elm grew near and overshadowed it. “ My wife,” he whispered, " my beautiful queen, I could not love you more. And now, Ethel, time is flyingâ€"awe must return. We will part at the gate that leads to the woods. You, my darling, had better return through the woods, lingering a little on your way, for I must return to the hotel first. If you are there by 11 I will have everything ready for you.” Suddenly Ethel gave a little cry; she had struck her hand against the corner of a. stone that was hidden in the grass, and had bruised the tender skin. “ I did not know that this was a. grave,” shgsaid, risipg _wit}:} 9. shudder. She pin-ted “the long thick grass, and looked at) the broken atone. She raised it and he wondered again at its exquisite beauty; the faint flush of returning color was more dainty than the bloom of 9. wild rose. He bent his head reversntly, and kissed her lips. “ Yes, we will see her, and give her the greatest surprise she has ever had in all her life. What will aha say when she knows that I am your husband, and that we are goi_z_1g to Austria ?” Ethel laughed ; and then it struck her that the laugh seemed out of harmony with the brightness and. beauty of that calm summer morning. " What time shall we start ?” she asked. Laurie had thought of an excellent plan, as he imagined. He would get her away from St. lna‘a under the pretext of starting at once for Austria. She would not know what tickets he had purchased, and he would not tell her they were on the road to Liverpool untll they had gone some dis- tance, and then it would be too late for her to offer any remonetranoe. He thought that was the wisest and most suitable plan that he could adopt. He lingered to: a few minutes longer, talking of Helen Digby, dwelling on the keenness of her disappointment, and then it was time to go. The church eloek struck 9, and an old-fashioned chime played directly ether-ward: H6 did not‘think it was of any use to tell her t_rhe truth just then. “ We win 358' Misé Digby at once.” 6119 said, vg_it_.h a qqietfimile. CHAPTER XIX. â€"Helen, who was so soon to be deprived of 8.1ng: [unjustly gainefi‘ advaptagea. Ethel was so noble and generous by nature that she could not rejoice over the downfall of her enemy. She had married in haste purposely to crush her, but the generous heart could go no further. When once Helen Digby was crushed, then Ethel‘s own hand would raise her. Only let her give up the absurd idea of marrying Sir Leonard and reigning at Fountayne, and then Ethel would do anything for her. She was not one of those who could pursue a. worsted foe, or triumph maliciously over a. fallen enemy. She was too true 8. Gordon for that. Even now, when the hour of her triumph and revenge was at hand, she half relented. Yet she said to hereel! that Helen Digby had provoked her own fete. She should not have come between her and her father’s loveâ€"between her and her domain of Fountayne. The beauty of the morning deepened; the sun shone more brightly, the bees hummed more loudly. The time was pass- ing, and still she set by the brook, lost in her dreams. There had come to her a. sud- den revelation ot the sanctity of marriageâ€" how, henceforth and for ever, she was to be true to Laurieâ€"to love, honor and obey himâ€"to seek happiness by his side, and she was almost frightened at what she had done. Then she became silenh,and the ladies went on talking together. She heard the words, "dreadful affair,” “and disgrace,” repeated over and over again, but did not feel euflioienb interest to inquire when they meant. “I wish,” she said to herself, “that I had hhoughb more of the sanctity of mar- riaigetgndjesp o! revenge.” _ _ Suddenly she remembered the time, and, looking again at her watch, found it; half past 10. She must walk to St. Ine’s by 11. Good-bye to the leafy shade, the rippling brook, the blooming flowers, the sweetly singing birds! _ “No; But I éxpectz to be very much amused, Miss Digby, and I am laughing in antioipatipn.’_’ Time was passingâ€"it was now halt-past 11. Where was Laurie? She rose impa- tientlytzom he: seamâ€"aha telt warm and thaflipas filéasgd you She hastened through the woods. The wind stained the rich brown hair, and brought a lovely color into her face. In the distance she saw the shining waters of the restless sea; and she said to herself the hour of her triumph and her enemy’s down- fall was at hand. Where was Laurie? Ethel was growing impatient; this triumph of hers seemed very sweet now that it was so hear at hand. What gratification to be able to look at her rive-l and say 2 “ I was left in your charge â€"given into your careâ€"and you have failed completely. I am married, and am going straight to see my father!" The desire to meke her disclosure increased. When she had humbled her rival, when she had taken from her her father’s love and all chance of ever reigning at Fouctayne. she would be friendly with her, and kind enough. Ethel laughed again as she thought of the thun’ derbolt that was span to fall [Inng them. “ You ueem gran/sly amused, Ether," said Haley Digpy. ‘_' Haw?“ you seen anything She reached the grounds of the hotel, and, crossing the lawn, it struck her that there was an unusual stir and subdued excitement about the place. The visitors were standing in groups of twos and threes, talking eagerly and earnestly. She caught a glimpse of the manager ; his face was pale and anxious. As she approached the principal entrance, she heard him sayâ€" - “ I €vould not have had such a. disgrace to jhe hougefor any amgunp‘of» mqney."» She smiled no Herself. litble dreaming whit that_disgraoe wag. » " You know, my dear Ethel,” pursued Helen, “that I never interfere with your actions needlessly. I know there is no real cause for anxiety; this place is so quiet that you might be out for hours together and not see any one ; hub, for the future, it you intend taking a. long ramble, will you please mention it: no me, that I may feel quite ep_eaee_?”_ She looked M Helen Dlgby’s calm, kind face; how soon ins expression would be ohangefiâ€"how soon she would cease to have any place_ among t119m1_ When she entered the hall, the manager and his wife and several of the servants were together, and were talking in low tones. At the end of thehall she saw a policeman. and further on she caught a. glimpse of some one bound and handcuffed â€"she could not distinguish who it was. It did not concern her, she thought to herself, and she entered the drawing-room on the left. She hardly gave another thought to the matter. ‘ Ethel laughed againâ€"there was so little need for such a promise. She, with her husband, would soon be far away. Helen Digby’a reign was almost over; a. few minutes more and the triumph would come. But where was hm: husband? “ He must: be here soon,” she thought to herself. “ I am glad that Lady Shanon is prggenb_; s_he_wi_ll_§eg my“tri_11n3ph.’_’ There was a large pier-glass in the room, and her attention was caught by her own picturesque beauty. The wind had arranged the rich brown hair after its own fashion»â€" it had broughn a lovely color into her face, and e bright light into her eyes; she smiled as she looked at herself, and the smile died slowly away. Long years were to pass before she ever saw the same proud beauty on her fees again. Where wasuMise Digby, and where was her llgsband, Lgurie Iflugem? “ He was to have beén here at 11," she thgughbi She listened, thinking that: she heard his footstcps, but tbs Bound died away. It seemed useless to wait any longer. She crossed the 118.11 again to go to the room where M195 Dlgby usually eat, and as she passed along she heard a man whom she knew afterward to have been a detec- tiveLaayâ€" “Ethel,” she asked where have you been? I do not wish to seem hard, but I must say, my dear, that I do not think it is quite right) of you to absent yourself for so many hours without saying anything to me. You muati remember that you are in my charge: and you_makg me anxious." “You 'will know quite soon enough," replied Ehh91:_ Her eyes fell on the ormolu clock; it was nearly half-past 11. Where was her hus- bandâ€"strong, handsome Laurie Nugent 7 He was to take her hand and bell Helen Digby that; they were married. 10 was fib- ting time and opportunity to: such a scene. WhyJiid he non come ‘2" “ Some of the servants have been doing wrong,” she concluded. “ I hope 1H5 not; thy darkeyed Jane."_ " He inqu be taksn to London; I have my orders. If he continues to resist), he must bejprapped dpwn. Go he must an_d {119.11 I" Then one of the menvservmnta had been discovered doing something wrong! She hoped it was not the pale-faced waiter who had an invalid wife, or the cheerful. obliging one who never seemed to tire. The cry 01 a man’s voice reached her as she passed along “ I hope they will be merciful to him,” said Ethel. " He has been stealing I sup- pose. Nothing can be more contemptible than a thief.” She opened the door 0! the room where Miss Digby generally spent the morning with Lady Shelton. Both were there~ Lady Stetson looking unusually excited, Mien Digby occupied with a. piece of fancy- work; and Ethel could not help seeing that; the hands of the letter trembled. Helen looked up from her work at; the beautiful, flushed face of the girl. Enhel laughed a low, sweet). musical laugh. How soon, how very soon this enemy of here would be crushedâ€"how soon she herself would triumph! It was the last: time that she would dare to ask such ques- tions. “Where have you been, Ethel?” Miss Digb_y repeggeq. flushed. Surely the room or the morning must be very close. She pushed the hair back from her brow, and Helen Dngby, catching a. glimpse of her, saidâ€" “ Ehhvel, §ou 1â€"001! 50 strangewnot at. all likg youiaqlfi” But Ethel moved impatiently sway. Where was he? Why did he not come and give her her triumph? It was not kind of him to keep her so long. She walked to the window, and stood looking out. She saw the lawn and the bright flowers, the gleam- ing, restless sea, the dark. shady woods. Beyond these last was the church in which that morning she had been married. Where was Lsurie,end why did he not come? Lady Stafton looked at the beautiful, restless mos. English [louse of Lords Bars 0n: the London Easl, Ont, Clnlmnnl. The following from a Scottish exchange evidently shuts out the claims of a former London Easter to the Earldom of Mar: The Bill “ for the restitution of the ancient dignity and title of the Earl 0! Mar,” introduced into the House of Lords by the Earl of Rosebery, is printed. It contains a long preamble, tracing the history of the ancient earldom from 1404 A. 1)., and recapitulating the circumstances under which a claim to the new earldom created by Queen Mary in 1565 was decided by the House of Lords to have been established by the Earl of Kellie. The first clause restores the ancient honors, dignities and titles of the peer- age to Mr. John Francis Erskine Goodeve Erskine and his lawful heirs general. Clause 2 provrdes that “ nothing herein contained shall affect or in any manner prejudice the right or title of Walter Henry, now Earl of Mar and Kellie, his heirs and successors, or other the heirs for the time being in the direct male line of the said John Lord Erskine, to the honor and dignity of Earl of Mar in the , peerage of Scotland, created in 1565, or the right or title of the said Walter Henry Earl 0! Mar and Kellie or any other person to any lands or heritage in Scotland or elsewhere." The third clause directs that from the passing of the Bill, the Earldom oi Mar thereby restored shall be called at all elections of representative Peers for Scotland, in the place and order properly belonging to an earldom created in 1404, and the Earldom of Mar now vested in the Earl of Mar and Kellie shall be called in the place properly belonging to an earldom created in 1565. A project is on foot at Wells, Me., to start a rabbit: ranch. for the purpose of supplying the Boston market). The ranch, it estab- lished, is to consist: of 200 acres or land. and the idea is to work it at flush with 1,000 or 2.000 large-sized animals Item the West. Rev. Dr. Talmage’e latest conundrum ie, “ Why do the Wicked Live 7” It’s a hard one to answer, but they continue to live, and some of them successfully manage to live on other people. At the Oxford University’s own paper mill. which is situated at Wolvercote, nest Oxford. 375 tons of regs have been con- sumed in making 250 tons of paper for this issue of the revised version. It would cover two and a quarter square miles. It would go round the world in a. strip of six inches wide, or say, it the pages were laid open one after another, it would go sround the world. The sheets piled in reams as they leave the mill would makeaoolumn ten times the height 0! St. Paul‘s, or folded into books before binding st least one hundred times the height. The copies which are being prepared by the Oxford University press alone would, it piled flat upon one another, make a column more than four- teen miles high, or 370 times the height of the Monument. If piled end on end they would reach seventy-tour miles high, or 1.944 times the height of the Monument. It is hardly possible to give an idea. of the number of goats and sheep whose skins have been required for binding the copies, but it has been calculated that 1,560 gout skins have been used in binding the copies which will be presented by the American Committee of Revision on the 21st inst.â€" Pall Mall Gazette. That eloquent and in some sense amusing demolisher of arcade and panegyrist of an indefinite system of true goodness, Col. Bob Ingersoll, makes a good show, and plenty of people who have few or no religious con- victions hear him for the fun of the thingâ€" for the amusement to be had from his wit and humor. Such of his hearers as ever do any thinking for themselves may know that a funny man is never so uproariously funny as when he is making light of things deemed sacred by others. It is a cheap wit and a coarse humor which deliberately Selects these topics for ridicule, and it Is a dull intellect which finds amuse- ment in such ribaldry. As speech is free, and as among sixty millions of people there are bound to be many who will find recreation in things which to others would be distasteful, it is not surprising that when Ingersoll lectures he draws a crowd, or that under such circumstances he continues to lec- ture. The people who hear him net him about a dollar apiece. Stripped of all his raillery, fustian and rhapsodical eloquence, the gospel which he preaches is to be happy, lovely, generous and kind, and, similarly reduced to plain English, his idea of religion is that it “lives on the unpaid labor of others, enslaves the body, builds dungeons for the soul, pollutes the imagination of children, appeals from reason to brute force, and persecutes for opinions’ sake. That these last mentioned things are not of religion, and that they are to be found where there is no religion, is proved by the condition of affairs in the town of Liberal, Mo., a com» munity after Ingerscll’s own heart. This town was founded as an infidel settlement and was widely advertised as such. Many of Ingersoll’s followers went there, bought land and settled. For a time it appeared to flourish, for it had “ no God and no hell,” but in the course of five years it had become a failure of a town and a total wreck as an experi- ment in sociology. Why ?, Because the founder of this God-forsaken hole turned out to be a shrewd speculator who had land to sell, and who sold it. Because the lovely and cherubic infidels who gathered there could not live in harmony. Because factions were formed and feuds engen- dered. Because the young became loose in their morals and apt scholars at the feet of free-love advocates and other cranks. Because when dissenions arose new towns were laid out, the old one going into decay. Because hundreds of fami- lies, rather than submit to the intolerance of the founder of the town, or that of other self-appointed leaders, moved away, and because, owing to the general bad reputation of the place, the people of the surrounding country avoid It as they woulda plague spot. These are human weaknesses, to be found in Christian as well as infidel communities, but the differ- ence between the two is this : In Christian communities an effort is made. and success- fully so in thousands of cases, to ovsrcome the evils complained of, while in the town of Liberal, where Bob Ingersoll’s moon- light and molasses doctrine was upheld, the results in that line are nothing. Col. Ingersoll raves at common human weakâ€" nesses, indorsed by no creed and taught by no faith. He demolishes men of straw. His performances may be worth the money paid for them, judged merely as exhibitions of what a gifted man can do with language, but as intellectual treats they are so insub- stantial as to be dear at any priceâ€"Chi- cago Herald. Tm: EARLDOM on MAR. satisfies 0! Bible Mnnutaclure. Fruits or lugeruolllsm. (To be continued.) Some Remarkable Statistics by a Presby- lerlan Divine. ‘ A clergyman at the Presbyterian Conven- tion in Cincinnati undertook to demonstrate a. day or two ago that a. hundred years hence the colored population of America will be twice as great as the white populw tion. He based his calculation upon the assumed fact that the colored population doubles in 20 years, while the white popu- lation requires 35 years to double. His assumption is somewhat wild and apâ€" psreutly founded on a comparison of can. sus figures, which are known to be very imperfect. He says that in 1985 the whites of the country will number 96,000,000 and the colored persons 192,000,000, but if there are now 7,000,000 colored and 50,000,000 white persons, and they double in 20 and 35 years respectively, old-fashioned arithmetic would show that the former will multiply up to 224,000,000 and the letter nearly to 400,000,000 in a. hundred years. But no such diflerence in the rate 0! increase exists. Fling away ambition ; by that sin fell the angels; how out} may, the image 01 hil Maker. hope to ma by It? Gold gauze ribbon galloons are quite new, with chess-bond designs formed of bronze beads. The Japanese form of administering an oath is to dip 9. finger in ink. In London a. Japanese witness was sworn in that way the other day, and she: the formality be remarked that it. was useless as he knew nothing about the case in question. The French theory or all summer materials is that they should be made up without lining. Transparent bonnets of embroidered gauze, or gold network, are the feature of the summer season. A lovely evening dress is of black lace, with a design in gold and silver tinsel scattered over the trout, and 8.“ the test in lace. There are lovely little white bonnets in mull. tulle, silk and various kinds of lace, while exquisite hats are shown in crepe and straw. Schoolgirls and misses in their teens will wear rough straw pokes or dark English straw round hats of the shape worn by their grown-up sisters, and trimmed much the same, with a. preference for gayer plaid silk and striped eoarfe. There are many ways now at brightening black dresses. the easiest being a vest: from in colors under lsoe, gathered or beaded. The prettiest dress bonnets are of cream lace, with flew dc lys in shaded nasturtium velvet, and ribbon of stripedgauze andaatin for strings, or Alsatmn bow. A new ater of ornamentation for black fans oonaisns of small etched landscapes, with a moon shining down into limpid water and reflecting the trees in its depths. Dress gloves have arms of applique gauze embroidered upon net, reaching to but not above the elbows, and finished with a. border of appliquedlaca to match anda bow of satin ribbon. Sailor hats, with ribbons hanging behind. are shown for little boys, and a pretty cap is in b130k~aud~white straw, with a stripe of five-eighths of an inch wide of black patent leather, with stiohing of leather on each side. The peak is made of the same material, also bound with leather, and a. band of black velvet ribbon is put around the crown. High, white wsehing dresses. and others in thin, black materials or cream nun’s veiling, are made with gathered bodiees, high, belted and short-sleeved, or with sleeves to the elbows. The short sleeves are a revival of a. fashion 0! thirty years ago and convenient, because it admits of the wear of long gloves, reaching above the elbows. Girls of 4 to 5 years wear straw pokes with pointed brim, trimmed with a. long, wide rosette made of gathered gauze ribbon, wool, lace. or a. plaid scarf. White-wool lace bonneta for little tots of 2 or 3 years old are in close-cap shapes, trimmed with a. large Alsatian scarf of satin ribbon. Some dainty dresses have been made of soft white woollen Bengaline, the skirt trimmed upon the front with scant pufl‘ings covered with fine woollen lace, the bodice made of Bengaline, striped with delicate woollen lace insertions and showing a low lining edged with lace, the sleeves of lace entirely. Cream moire and satin belt, and bows. The handsome while dresses 0! cambrio and embroidery are made principally with round, gathered waist and band, the em- broidery )8 put on as a. deep flounoe across the lower from, apron or panier drapery. upon the sleeves and front of the bodice. A “ Spanish ” jacket of old gold, blue or ruby velvet, braided with gold card, worn With such 9. dress has a rich effect. For girl babies there are lace caps with a deep lace curtain and a niche of lace all round. For boy babies Tam O’Shauter caps are made at White embraidered muslin. with a. bcw of narrow satin ribbon, loops and strings. There is much quaintnesa in the cos- tumes for little girls and boys this season. Some look ea if they had been copied from Belgian and Swiss peasant rlreeaee, uthetu from models of the children in Queen Anne’s time. Nob that they copy these styles accurately, but there are suggesmona of all of them In the full skirts, the all- round bodicee,the full, white chemisette, the bands across the front, the frilled bony net, the skull and mob caps. Mrs. Gladstone is the elderly incarnation of guileless naivete, the matronly essence of impulsive simplicity. She is to appear- ance all artlessness. I have heard persons who, I think, ought to know better, speak disparagingly of Mrs. Gladstone’s sagaeity because of those little peculiarities. Be- lieve me, they make a great mistake or they commit a great injustice. Mrs. Glad- stone is, in her way, one of the oleverest women living. ” * * At the very worst she can be credited only with a few small ineptitudes which, if they really deserve that name, are in perfectly artistic keeping with her character. ‘ " ‘ I have heard of ladies and gentlemen, very astute in their own estimate of them- selves, who have endeavored to extract early knowledge of public matters from Mrs. Gladstone; I have never heard of one who succeeded ; and her aplomb is as remarkable as her discretion. Here is an instance: Two years ago, when Mr. W. E. Forster had resigned his portfolio in Mr. Gladstone’s Cabinet, he was naturally anxious to hear how the Prime Minister would speak of the incident in the House 0! Commons, and not less naturally anxious to listen without being himself observed. He therefore did not take his ordinary place in the body of that assemblage, but made his way into the ladies’ cage, or rather that portion of it which is set apart for the lady friends of the wife of the Speaker. Directly he had entered he perceived that the sole occupant of the department was no less a person than Mrs. Gladstone herself. She was the one person whom he would have avoided seeing. He felt a little disoomposed, and was proceeding to evince his discomposure in the rugged, spasmodic way peculiar to that flower of Quaker subtlety. But Mrs. Gladstone was perfectly at ease. She held up her finger at him, and shaking her head with an air of gentle reproval, muttered in a low voice, " Naughty! naughty l”â€"0:zca7‘ Wilde. INEREASE OF THE MILDRED BABE. flats and Bonnets tor Children. Fresh Fashion Notes. Mrs. Gladstone. 4 4 $ ROCHESTER, June 1, 188a. " Ten Years ago I was attacked with the most Intense and deathlypains in myback and ~K'ittney8. “ Extending to the end of my toes and to my brain I “ Which made me delirious I " From agony I H! “ It took three men to hold me on my bed at times I " The Doctors tried in vain to relieve me, bun to no purpose. Morphine and other opiates l " Had no effech ! “ After two months I was given up to die I!!! “ When my wife heard a. neighbor tell what Hop Bitters had done for her. she ab once got and grxve me some. The first dose eased my brain and seemed to go hunting through my system 105 the paip.» Education or E enoerinn Pm munch! at t a BPEBOER IAN B amiss ODDDIBB 0mm" m- The second dose eased me so much that I slept two hours, something I had not done tor two months. Before I had used five bottles, I was well and at work as hard as any man could, for over three weeks; but I worked too hard for my strength, and taking a hard cold, I was taken with the most acute and painful rheumatism all through my system that ever was known. "I called the doctors again. and after several weeks they left me e. cri ple on crutches for life, as they said. I met a riend and told him my case, and he said Hop Bitters had cured him and would cure me. I poohed at him, but he was so earnest; I was induced to use them again. In less than four weeks I threw away my crutches and went: to work lightly and keys on using the hitters for five weeks, until I became as well as‘suy mun living, and have been so for six years smca. In has also cured my wife, who had been sick lot-years; and has kept. he): and my children well and healthy with from two to three bottles per year. There is no need to be sick at all it these hitters are used, J. J. BEBK, Ex-Superviaor. ENone genuine without a. bunch of green Hops on the white label. Shun all the vile poisonous stuff with "Hop" or " Hops " in their name. Boston sooundrels advertise work to do at home, exact two or three dollars {or material, promised to pay good prices for the jobs when finished, and then refuse to take the finished work on the ground that it does not suit. The material only costs a few cents. The persons swindled are almost always poor. W bearin a red {in tag; that Lorillard's Rose icufflne out; that Lorxllard‘a Navy Clippings, and that Lorlllard‘s Suufl's, are the best and cheapest. quality considered ? when it is the old-fashioned blue mane, blue pill sort, and insist on using Dr. Piercc’e "Pleasant Purgative Pellets,” a. modern medical luxury, being small, sugar- coeted granules, containing the active principles of certain roots and herbs, and which Will be found to contain as much cathartic power as any of the old-fashioned, large pills. without the letter’s violent, drastic effects. The pellets operate thor- oughly but harmlervsly, establishing a per- manently healthy action of the stomach and bowels, and as an antibilious remedy are unequalled. “ A male fire is quickly trodden out Which; being suffered, rivers cannon quench. Procrastination may rob you of time, but by increased diligence you can make up the loss: but if it rob you of life the loss is irremediablu. If your health is delicate, your appetite fickle, your sleep broken, your mind depressed, your whole being out of sorts, depend on iti you are seriously die- eaeed. In all such cases Dr. Pieroo’a “Golden Medical Discovery" will speedily eflech a. genuineI radical cureâ€"make a. new man of you and save you from the tortures of lingering disease. The Palmetta regiment comes by Gen. Jackson‘s silver pitcher, on exhibition at New Orleans, through the terms of the General’e directions to his executor. He left the pitcher to the bravest man in the next we: in which this country should engage, and that war being with Mexwo, the pitcher was given to the Palmetto regi- ment, which hold it collectively, being unable to decide which wee the bravest or its members. The State of New York contains 100,000 French Canadians. ’ " ’ ' Piles, fistulas and rupture radically cured. Book of particulars two latter stamps. World’s Dispensary Medi» cal Association, Buffalo, N. Y. The Grand Duke of Hesne has just paid to the lawyers of his morganatio wife, Mme. de Kalomine, the first: quarterly instalment of the 20 000 marks he had agreed to allow her annually. Mme. de Kalomine. through her lawyers, has indignantly refused the payment, adding that he should be ashamed to offer her a pecuniary recompenoe. and that she does not. wish him further to annoy he): with letters or offers of money. The best: of a book is not the thought which it contains, bub the thought which in suggestsâ€"just as the charm of music dwells not in the tones, but in the echoes 01 our heart. _____‘.__â€"_ _â€"-___ Ihave 4; punitive remedy for the above disease; b In use thou sands of cases of tha worst kind and of fin cmndm have been cured. Imioud, so stron is an {alt in its 61 cacy, that, I will Hem] TWO BOTTL 3 FR E. ‘0- ge‘hor with a VALI'ABLE THEATISE on this dumb Iny sufl'ereranelve Express and P. 0. add‘rgss. _ >_ A recent remarkable Paris letter reported Mme. Christine Nileeon in Rome preparing to sing in the Trocadero, but; the Troeadero is in Paris and so is Christine Nileaon. look- ing wonderfully well, fat and fair, though she is two years over 40 . The longest word used in Eliot’s Indian Bible 13 ”Weetnppesibtukgussunnookweh- tunkquoh.” In is found in St. Mark’s Gos- pel, i., 40, and means " Kneeling down to Him. PURE GROUND SHOES in all sized packages. DUS‘ ’n, BAKING POWDER, is “TIE, ;.;b’s 379825 Fm’e .” T :2 ‘1‘) Ade , ygplied With whole Roastcc. wad-1'1, Ground Cofiees in AIR- ,1 -: ’n- SACKS. or 25 1b. tins. W. G. DUNN & 00., Our 100. tins of PURE SPICE are pel'fe<,rf’®11; all our goods branded “t; we” ‘ e guaranteed free from will] mtion. We import iny the finest qualified of? Coilee and Spice 0111' DLENDED COFFEE, sold ground and Hug-round 1n 11b. Ems, m a perfect luxury. T0 DEALER AND CONSUMER CANADA MILLS, HAMILTON. Than poor invalid wife, sister, mother, 0: daughter “I! Can be made the picture of health with a few bottles of Hop Bitters l " Throw Physic lo Ille Dogs ” 001m. linviearl szl'New York DUN.L.94 85 Nan-ow Encape. Lorillard’s Climax Plug gpACE to sepure a Bualnua R. U. AWARE THAT