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A women stood at a garden gate (Sing hey for the distant spreading sail) Siag hey for the dog that hurried by ith a. kettle tied to his tail. My good man skurried adown the road (Sing hey for the joyous drinking bout !) And after the ochre cur he sped With many a. gruesome shout. “Now, Why this haste, good neighbor?" she cried; " Why after the dog of the umber tint ’2" But, waking the echoes with e yell, he sped Through the twilight‘s gleam and glint. A smug-faced led looked over the fence (Sing hey where the birdlings sing and chirp 1) " W111)! laughest, good mother ‘2" “ I laugh,“ said 5 e " To gee you eeru purp." A smile then smiled the smug-faced led (Sing lackâ€"a-dey for the sunset red 1) " Then laugh no more, good gossip, because The kettle is your‘n,” he said. [The poetry after Browning; the man after the dog ; the women after the boy] THE CHOICE OF THREE : Eva. looked faintly from one to the other; her head sunk, and great black rings painted themselves beneath her eyes. The 1in was broken at last. “You are very cruel,” she said, slowly ; “ but I suppose It must be as you Wish. Pray God I may die first, that is all !” and she put her hands to her head and stumbled from the room, leaving the two conspirators facing each other. . n n ,,:J ..... n W“. ._.,V,, “ Come, we got over that capitally,“ said Mr. Plowden, rubbing his hands. “ There is nothing like taking the high hand with a woman. Ladies must sometimes be taught that a gentleman has rights as well as themselves.” “Gentlemen! Mr. Plowden, why is the word so often on your lips ? Surely after the part you have just playetl, you do not presume to rank yourself among gentlemen ? Listen 1 it suits my purposes that you should marry Eva; and you shall marry her; but I will not stoop to play the hypo- crite with a. man like you. You talk of yourself as a gentleman, and do not sample to force an innocent girl into a wicked marriage, and to crush her spirit with your cunning cruelty. A gentleman, for- sooth lâ€"a satyr, a devil in disguise!” “ I um only asserting my rights,” he said, furiously ; “ and Whatever I have done, you have done more.” scorn. “ Do not try your violence on me, Mr. Plowden; it will not do. I am not made of the same stuff as your victim. Lower your voice, or leave the house and do not enter it again.” .“ . . . 1 - in,“ Plowden’s heavy underjaw fell a little : he was terrifizly afyajd 9f _F10rence. “ NOW,” she said, “ listen! I do not choose that you should labor under any mistake. I hold your hand in this business, though to have to do with you in any way is in itself a defilement," and she wiped her delicate fingers on a pocket-handkerchief as she said the word, “because I have an end of my own to gain. Not a vulgar end like yours, but a revenge, which shall be almost divine or diabolical, call it which you will, in its completeness. Perhaps it is a madâ€" ness, perhaps it is an inspiration, perhaps it is a fate. Whatever it is, it animates me, body and soul, and I will gratify it, though to do so I have to use a tool like you. I wished to explain this to you. I wished, too, to make it clear to you that I consider you contemptible. I have done both, and I have now the pleasure to wish you good- morning.” - . ., .. ‘ 1 -. ~l1 Mr. Polowden left the house White with fury, and cursing in a. manner remarkable in a. clergyman. . -. -. .1- ‘V‘vlfifiéhzghasn‘t so hanflsome, hang me if I would not throw the Whole thing up 1” he said. mfiéedless to say, he did nothing of the sort; he only kept out of Florence’s way. CHAPTER XXX. THE VIRGIN MARTYR. Dorothy, in her note to Ernest that he received by the mail previous to the one that brought the letters which at a single blow laid the hope and promise of his life in the dust, had, it may be remembered, stated her intention of going to see Eva in order to plead Ernest’s cause; but what with one thing and another, her visit was considerably delayed. Twice she was on the point of going, and twice something occurred to prevent her. The fact of the matter was the errand was distasteful, and she was in no hurry to execute it. She loved Ernest herself, and however deep that love might be trampled down,however fast it might be chained in the dungeons of her secret thoughts, it was still there, a living thing, an immortal thing. She could tread it down and chain it; she could not kill it. Its shade would rise and walk in the upper chambers of her heart, and wring its hands and cry to her, telling what it suffered in those subterranean places, whispering how bitterly it envied the bright and happy life which moved in the free air, and had usurped the love it claimed. It was hard to have to ignore those pleadings, to disregard those cries for pity, and tosay that there was no hope, that it must always be chained, till time ate away the chain. It was harder still to have to be one of the actual ministers to the suffering. Still, she meant to go. Her duty to Ernest was not to be forsaken because it was a painful duty. On two or three occasions she met Eva, but got no opportunity of speaking to her. Either her sister Florence was with her, or she was obliged to return immediately. The fact was that, after the scene described in the last chapter, Eva was subjected to the closest espionage. At home Florence watched her as a cat watches a. mouse; abroad Mr. Plowden seemed to be con- stantly hovering on her flank, or, if he was not there, then she became aware of the presence of the anCIent and conâ€" templative mariner who traded in Dutch cheeses. Mr. Plowden feared lest she should run away, and so cheat him of his prize; Florence, lest she should confide in Dorothy, or possibly Mr. Cardus, and supported by them find the courage to assert herself and defraud her of her revenge. So they watched her every movement. At last Dorothy made up her mind to Wait no longer for opportunities, but to go and see Eva. at her own home. She knew nothing of the Plowden imbroglio ; but it did strike her as curious that no one had said anything about Ernest. He had writtenâ€"it was scarcely likely the letter had miscarried. How was it that Eva had not said anything on the subject ? Little did Dorothy guess that, even as these thoughts were passing through her mind, a great vessel was steaming out of South. ampton docks, bearing those epistles final of renunciation which Ernest, very little to his satisfaction, received in due course. Full of these reflections, Dorothy found herself one lovely spring afternoon knock- ing at the door of the Cottage. Eva was at home, and she was at once ushered into her presence. She was sitting on a. low chair W. A_L _1_A M- lvâ€"tahe same on which Ernest always pictured her with that confounded Skye terrier she was so fond of kissingâ€"an open book upon her knee, and looking out at the little garden and the sea. beyond. She looked pale and thin, Dorothy thought. “Lonely!” answered Dorothy, in her straightforward wayY “why, I have been trying to find you alone for the last fort- night, and haye never succeeded,” , 1,, ,,:LL -._ .__, .,,, lEva. colored. “One may be lonely with .ever so many people round one.” Then for a minute or so they talked r r r . v U On her v151tor’s entrance Eva. rose and kissed her. “I am 56 glad to see you," she said; “ I wasjeelipg _l_qne1y." 1 n n , - 1,,“ Florence turned on him with bitter A Twilight Fantasy. A NOVEL. about the weather; so persistently did they discuss it, indeed, that the womanly instinct of each told her that the other was fencing. __ . 1 1 . 1 â€" Affine: all, it was Eva. who broke the ice first. she said, nervously. “Yes; I got a. note by last mail.” “ Oh,” said Eva, clasping her hands involuntarily, “ what did he say ‘1" 1 “ Nothing much. But I got a letter by the. mail before that, in which he said a good deal. Among other things, he said he had written to you. Did you get the letter ?” H~Izl~§a£colorea to her eyes. “ Yes,” she whisperefl. 1.11 u- Dorothy rose, and seated herself on a footstool by Eva’s feet, and wondered at the trouble in her eyes. How could she be troubled when she had heard from Ernest â€"“ like that ‘3” “ What did you answer him, dear ‘2” Eva. covered her face with her hands. “ Do not talk about it,” she said; “ it is too dreadful to me 1” - 1‘ What can you mean? He tells me you are gpgagegi to _him.” - ‘u. 1 “Ygéfiâ€"ofliat is, no. I was half engaged Now I am engaged to Mg: Ployden.” m bbrofhy gaireua gasp of horrified astonish ment. “ Engaged to the man when you were engagefl to Erne'st ? You must be joking.” “ 0 Dorothy, I am not joking ; I wish to Heaven I were. I am engaged to him. I am to marry him in less than a month. Oh, pity me, I am wretched.” -1 1\ ,n , “You mean to tell me," said Dorothy, rising, “ that you are engaged to Mr. Plowden when you love Ernest ?” ” Yes, oh yes, I cannot helpâ€"" At that moment the door opened, and Florence entered, attended by Mr. Plowden. Her keen eyes saw at once that someâ€" thing was wrong, and her intelligence told her what it was. After her bold fashion, she determined to take the bull by the horns. Unless something were done, with Dorothy at her back, Eva might prove obdurate after all. “I see from your face." she said, ” that you have just heard the good news. Mr. Plowden is so shy that he would not con- sent to announce it before; but here he is to receive your congratulations.” w w 1 “*Ali'v'a'ficing', she shook Dorothy cordially by [he hit-11d. n .. ‘ -1 “‘1 n Mr. Plodwden took the cue, and advanced effusiver on Dorothy with outstretched hand. “ Yes, Miss Jones, I am sure you will congratulate me; and I ought to be congratulated ; I am the luckiestâ€"” Here he broke off. It really was Very awkward. His hand remained limply hanging in the air before Dorothy, but not the slightest Sign did that dignified little lady show of taking it. On the contrary, she drew herself up to her full heightâ€" whieh was not very tallâ€"and fixing her steady blue eyes on the clergyman’s shifty orbs, deliberately placed her right lmnd behind her back. Mr. Plowdeu‘s hand fell to his side and he stepped back. He did not expect such courage in anything so small. Florence, however, sailed in to the rescue. “Really, Dorothy, we do understand." “ Oh, yes, I think you do, Florence, or if you do not, then I will explain. Eva here was engaged to marry Ernest Kershaw. Eva. here has just with her own lips told me that she still loves Ernest, but that she is obliged to marryâ€"that man,” and she pointed with her little forefinger atPlowden, who recoiled another step. “ Is not that true, Eva. ‘2” E93; bowed her head, by way of answer. She still sat in the low chair, with her hands over her face. V V“ I do not shake hands with people who plgy $135311 tlliCkS,” she said quiefily.‘ 1 “ Really, Dorothy, I fail to see what right you have to interfere in this matter,” said Florence. “ I have the right of common justice, Florence~the right a. friend has to protect the absent. Oh,are you not ashamed of such a wicked plot to wrong an absent man? Is there no way (addressing Mr. Plowden) in which I can appeal to your feelings to induce you to free this wretched girl you have entrapped ‘2” -~. ‘1 “1 1 “For shame! for shame! and you a. minister of God’s word! And you too, Florence ! Oh, now I can read your heart, and see the bad thoughts looking from yogy eyes 1”_ -. -. 1 -. c “ bnly ask my o‘vzin,” said Mr. Plowden, sulkgy. ., r r u Florence for a moment was abashed and turned her face aside. “ Oh, yes, Eva, I do understand. I understand that it is your duty to drown yourself before you do such a. thing. I am a woman as well as you, and, though, I am not beautiful, I have a. heart and 0011- science, nnd I understand only too well.” “ You will be lost if you drown yourself â€"I mean it is very Wicked,” said Mr. Plowden to Eva, suddenly assuming his clerical character as most likely to be effective. The suggestion alarmed him. He had bargained for a live Eva. “Yes, Mr. Plowden," went on Dorothy, “you are right ; it would be Wicked, but not so wicked as to marry you. God gave us women our lives, but he put a. spirit in our hearts which tells us that we should rather throw them away than suffer our- selves to be degraded. 0 Eva, tell me that you will not do this shameful thing; no, do not whisper to her, Florence.” “Dorothy, Dorothy,” said Eva, rising and wringing her hands, “ it is all useless. Do not break my heart with your cruel words. I must marry him. I have fallen into the power of people who do not know what mercy is.” “ Thank you,” said Florence. Mr. Plowden scowled darkly. “ Then I have Idone; ” and Dorothy walked toward the door. Before she reached it she paused and turned: “ One word, and I will trouble you no more. What do you all expect will come of this wicked marriage ‘2” Thar; was no answer. Then Dorothy went. But her efforts did not stop there. She made her Way straight to Mr. Cardus’ office. r “ O Reginald 1” she Said, “ I have such dreadful news for you. There, let me cry a. little first, rajnd VI‘wilil fiell you.”_ And she did, telling him the whole story from beginning to end. It was entirely new to him, and he listened with some astonishâ€" ment, and with a. feeling of something like indignation against Ernest. He had intended that young gentleman to fall in love with Dorothy, and, behold, he had fallen in love with Eva. Alas for the per- versity of youth ! “ Well,” he said, when she had done, “ and what do you wish me to do ? It seems that you have to do with a heartless, scheming woman, a clerical cad, and a beautiful fool. One might deal with the schemer and the fool, but no power on earth can soften the cad. At least that is my experience. Besides, I think the whole thing is much better left alone. I should be very sorry to see Ernest married to a woman so worthless as this Eva must be. She is handsome, it is true, and that is about all she is. as far as I can see. Don’t distress yourself, my dear ; he will get over it, and after he has had his fling out there, and lived down that duel business, he will come home, and, if he is wise, I know where he will look for consolation.” Dorothy tossed her head and colored. ” It is not a question of consolation," she said, “ it is a question of Ernest’s lisp} Hays you hqard from Ernest lately?” contemptuousi; not quite piness in life." “ Don’t olarm yourself, Dorothy ; people’s happiness is not so easily affected. He. will forget all about her in a. n u . IL ,1 _A_L “I think that men always talk of each other like that, Reginald,” said Dorothy, resting her head upon her hands and looking straight at the old gentleman. “ Each of you likes to think that he has a. monopoly of feeling, andthat the rest of his kind are as shallow as a milk-pan. And yet it was only last night that you were talking to me about my mother. You told me, you remember, that life had been 8. worth- less thing to you since she was torn from you, which no success had been able to render pleasant. You said more, you said you hoped that the end was not far off, that you had suffered enough and waited enough, and that, though you had not seen her face for five-and-twenty years, you loved her as Wildly as you did the day when she first promised to become your wife.” ‘ Mr. Cardus had risen, and was looking through the glass door at the blooming orchids. Dorothy got up, and following him, laid her hand upon his shoulder. “ Reginald,” she said, “ think. Ernest is about to be robbed of his wife under cir- cumstances curiously like those by which you were robbed of yours. Unless it is prevented, what you have suffered all your life that he will suffer also. Remember you are of the same blood, and, allowing for the difference between your ages, of very much the same temperament, too. Think how different life would have been to lel if eny one had staved off your disaster, and then I am sure you will do all you can to stave off his.” “Life would have been nonâ€"existent for you,” he answered, “ for you would never have been born.” “ Ah, well,” she said with a little sigh, “ I am sure I should have got on very well without. I could have spared myself.” Mr. Cardus was a keen man, and could see as far into the human heart as most. “Girl,” he said, contracting his white eyebrows and suddenly turning round upon her, “you love Ernest yourself. I have often suspected it, now I am sure you do.” Dorothy flinched. “Yes,” she answered, “ I do love him ; what then ‘2” “And yet you are advocating my inter- ference to secure his marriage with another woman, a. worthless creature who does not know her own mind. You cannot really care about him.” “ Care about him i” and she turned her sweet blue eyes upward. “ I love him with all my heart and soul and strength. Ihave always loved him ; I shall always love him. I love him so well that I can do my duty to him, Reginald. It is my duty to strain every nerve to prevent this marriage. I had rather that my heart should ache than Ernest’s. I implore of you to help me 1” “ Dorothy, it has always been my dearest Wish that you should marry Ernest. I told him so just before that unhappy duel. I love you both. All the fibres of my heart that are left alive have wound themselves around you. Jeremy I could never care for. Indeed, I fear that I used sometimes to treat the boy harshly. He reminds me so of his father; and do you know,my dear, I sometimes think that on that point I am not quite sane ? But, because you have asked me to do it and because you have quoted your dear mother, may peace be with her! I will do what I can. This girl Eva is of age, and I will write and offer her a home. She need fear no persecution here.” “ The letter shall go by to~night’s post. But run away now, I see my friend De Talor coming to speak to me,” and the white eyebrows drew themselves together in a. Way that it would have been unpleasant for the great De Talor to behold. “ That business is drawing toward its end.” “ You are kind and good, Reginald, and I tha713k you.” “ O Reginald,” answered Dorothy, shaking her forefinger at him in her old, childish way, “ haven’t you given up those ideas yet ? They are very wrong.” “Never mind, Dorothy. I shall give them up soon, when I have squared accounts with De Talor. A year or two moreâ€"a stern chase isa. long chase, you knowâ€"and the thing will be done, and then I shall become a good Christian again.” “The letter was Written. It offered Eva a homeiand protection. In due course an answer signed by Eva herself came back. It thanked him for his kindness, and regretted that circumstances and “ her sense of duty" prevented her from accepting the offer. 7 Then DBrothy felt that she had done all that in her _1ay, aha: ga.v_e the‘mgtt‘e}: up. It was about this time that Florence drew another picture. It represented Eva. as Andromeda gazing hopelessly into the dim light of a ghastly dawn out across a. glassy sea -, and far away in the oily depths there was a ripple, and beneath the ripple & form travelling toward the chained maiden. The form had a human head and cold, grey eyes, and its features were those of Mr. Plowden. And so, day by day, Destiny thrown in space, shot her flaming shutters from dark- ness into darkness, and the time passed on, as the time must pass, till the inevitable end of all things is attained. Eva existed and suffered, and that was all she did. She scarcely ate or drank, .or slept. But still she lived; she was not brave enough to die, and the chains were riveted too fast around her tender wrists to let her flee away. Poor nineteenth century Andromeda I No Perseus shall come to save you. The sun rose and set in his appointed course, the flowers bloomed and died, child- ren were born and the allotted portion of mankind passed onward to its rest; but no Perseus came flying out of the golden east. Once more the sun rose. The dragon heaved his head above the quiet waters, and she was lost. By her own act, of her own folly and weakness, she was undone. Behold her 1 the wedding is over. The echoes of the loud mockery of the bells have scarcely died upon the noon-day air, and in her chamber, the chamber of her free and happy maidenhood, the virgin martyr stands alone. “LI mfist congratulate you, my dear Eva. You really went through the ceremony verijell, only you looked like a statue.” “ You detest him, and you marry him ; there must be some mistake.” It is done. There lie the sickly-scented flowers, there, too, the bride’s white robe. It is done. Oh, that life were done too, that she might once press her lips to his and die. ' The door opens, and Florence stands before her, pale, triumphant, awe- inspiring. me?” “Mock you, Eva, mock you I I come to wish you joy as Mr. Plowden’s wife. I hope thatflyou wjll Pe happy.” “ Huappy! I slmlAlA hever be ha- . I detest him I” Ppy “ There is no mistake#0 Ernest, my darling !“ Florence smiled. “If Ernest is your dariing, why did you not marry Ernest ‘2" “Howv could I marry him when you forced me into this?” “ Forced you! A free woman of full age can not be forced. You married Mr. Plow- den of your own will. You might have married Ernest Kershaw if you chose. He is in many ways a more desirable match than Mr. Plowden, but you did not choose.” “ Impossible! there is nothing im- possible to those who have courage. Yes,” and she turned upon her sister fiercely, “ it was a plot,nnd you shall know it, you poor, “Florence, wha't dovyou mean ? You always said it was impossible. Oh, this is all some criiel ylofipf yogrs ?” I. ' “Flore’ncefvvvhy do ychl come to mock week fool! I loved Ernest Kershew, and you robbed me of him, although you promised to leave him alone, and so I have revenged myself upon you. I despise you, I tell you ; you are quite contemptible, and yet he could prefer you to me. Well, he has got his reward. You have deserted him when he was absent and in trouble, and you have outraged his love and your own. You have fallen very low indeed, Eve, and you will fall lower yet. I know you well' You will sink, till at last, you even lose the sense of your own humiliation. Don’t you wonder what Ernest must think of you now ? There is Mr. Plowden calling youâ€"â€" come, it is time for you to be going.” VEvz’a. listened aghavst, and tllen “sank up against the wall, sobbing despairingly. HANSY CITY OF REST. Mr. Alston, Ernest and Jeremy had very good sport among the elephants, killing in all nineteen bulls. It was during that expedition that an incident occurred which in its effect endeared Ernest to Mr. Alston more than ever. The boy Roger, who always went where- ever Mr. Alston went, was the object of his father’s most tender solicitude. He believed in the boy as he believed in little else in the worldâ€"for at heart Mr. Alston was a sad cynicâ€"and to a certain extent the boy justified his belief. He was quick, intelligent and plucky, much such a boy as you may pick up by the dozen out of any English public school, except that his knowledge of men and manners was more developed, as is usual among young colonists. At the age of 12 Master Roger Alston knew many things denied to most children of his age. On the subject of edu- cation Mr. Alston had queer ideas. “ The best education for a boy,” he would say, “ is to mix with grown~up gentlemen. If you send him to school, he learns little except mischief; if you let him live with gentlemen he learns at any rate to be a gentleman.” __ . n . . 1.1 But whatever Master Roger knew, he did not know much about elephants, and on this point he was destined to gain some experience. .. .. 1 1 One dayâ€"it was just after they had got into the elephant countrywthey were all engaged in following the fresh spoor of an apparently solitary bull. But, though an elephant is a big beast, it is hard work catching him up, because he never seems to get tired, and this was exactly what our party of hunters found. They followed that energetic elephant for hours, but they could not catch him, though the spoorers told them that he certainly was not more than a mile or so ahead. At last the sun began to get low, and their legs had already got tired, so they gave it up for that day, determining to camp where they were. This being so, after a rest, Ernest and the boy Roger started outof camp to see if they could not shoot a buck or some birds for supper. Roger had a repeating Winchester carbine, Ernest a doubleâ€"barrelled shot- gun. Hardly had they left the camp when Aasvogel, Jeremy’s Hottentot, came running in, and reported that he had seen the elephant, an enormous bull with a White spot upon his trunk, feeding in a clump of mimosa, not a quarter of a mile away. Up jumped Mr. Alston and Jeremy, as fresh as though they had not walked a mile, and seizing their double-eight elephant rifles, started off with Aasvogel. Meanwhile Ernest and Roger had been strolling toward this identical clump of mimosa. As they neared it, the former saw some Guinea-fowl run into the shelter of the trees. “ Capital!” he said; “Guinea-fowl are first-class eating. Now, Roger. just you go into the bush and drive the flock over me. I’ll stand here and make believe they are pheasants.” --... . ‘.1 n.- 1 L The lad did as he was bid. But in order to get well behind the covey of Guinea- fowl, which are dreadful things to run, he made a little circuit through the thickest part of the clump. As he did so his quick eye was arrested by a. most unusual performance on the part of one of the flat- crowned mimosa-trees. Suddenly, and without the slightest apparent reason, it rose into the air, and then, behold, where its crown appeared a. moment before, appeared its roots. A bottle of purple ink was mistakenly opened for port Wine at a. Detroit supper, and fourteen guests‘ filled their mouths with the liquid in pledging the host. Mrs. Howell, of Paulding, G3,. was passing her husband, a. few days ago, juet as he tried to light a match by striking it on the wall. The head of the match flew off and lodged in her ear. In one minute she became blind, began to vomit, and was prostrated for an hour and a half. Not Imps from the Foul Side of the Styx, But Real Human Beings. We had occasion in a recent number to refer to a remarkable case in which the breath of an individual, or rather the eructations from his stomach, took fire when brought in contact with a lighted match. This case, which was reported in the Medical Record, has called forth com- munications from physicians by which it would appear that the phenomenon is not such a rare one as was at first supposed. In one case of disordered digestion the patient emitted inflammable gas from the month, which, upon analysis, was found to be largely composed of marsh gas. In another case the gas was sulphureted hydrogen. A case is reported in the British Medical Journal, in which, While blowing out a match, the patient’s breath caught fire with a noise like the report of a pistol, which was loud enough to awaken his wife. One evening, while a confirmed dyspeptic was lighting his pipe, an eructation of gas from his stomach occurred, and the ignited gas burned his mustache and lips. In Ewald’s book on indigestion, the analysis of gas in one of these cases was : Carbonic acid, 20.57; hydrogen, 20.57; carbureted hydrogen, 20.75; oxygen, 6.72; nitrogen, 41.38; sulphureted hydrogen, a trace. The origin of these gases is undoubtedly the un- digested food, which in these cases under- goes decomposition.~Scicnce. When Dr. Chalmers became minister of Kilmany, in the north of Fife, he used to get his supplies from Anstruther. On one occasion‘so the story runsâ€"he sent a written order for a sack of corn to a Mr. Thomson there. The corn never came, and Chalmers was much annoyed. Next time he was in Anstruther he called on Mr. Thomson for an explanation. It was soon given. The merchant had been unable to decipher the minister’s hieroglyphics and had put the note in his desk until Mr. Chalmers should call. “Not make out my writing l” exclaimed Chalmers indignantly ~“ Show it to me.” He read a few words, but then he stuck, completely baffled. He was, however, equal to the occasion. With a pawky smile he returned the letter to the merchant, saying, “ But the letter is addressed to you, Mr. Thomson ; it is your business to read it, not mine.” A man came into the sanctum with a. fence rail to annihilate the editor for an alleged grievance. The latter, who was whittling, looked up and said : “ My friend, did you ever consider that, even if you did thrash me, you could not stop the publication of the paper, and it would only be the worse for you, because either myself or my successor would be bound to get even with you. You may lick the editor to your heart’s content, but the newspaper goes on forever.” And, instead of thrashing the editor, the man left the fence rail as part payment of his subscription .â€"St. Joseph (Ma) Gazette, DIEN WITH BREATH OF FIRE. Mind vs. Matter in the South. CHAPTERVXXXI. Dr. Chalmers Baffled. (To be continued.) An Interesting Discovery at the Scotch College in Paris. The London Times of January 8th con- tains the following despatch from its Paris coprespondent : ' An account was given nearly four years ago of the discovery at the Scotch College of two leaden cases, believed to contain the brains of James II. and the heart of the Duchess of Perth. In laying a pipe under the chapel floor the workmen came on a cavity, in which these relics were picked up. Monseigneur Rogerson, administrator of the Scotch endowments, who showed them to me, was of opinion that this pit had been dug in readiness for the intended massacre, either of the persons confined in the college or of the English Austin nuns next door; but it is more likely to have resulted from the exhumation of a cofiin for the sake of the lead or other articles of value. Monseigneur Rogerson’s original intention was to re-inter the relics, but in a quiet way, so as to avoid risk of profanation, and he did not even inform the tenants of the college (now occupied as a boys’ boarding school). that the cases had any historical interest. He was not aware, however,that thebrains of James II. were formerly in a gilt bronze urn attached to a tablet on the wall. This urn disap- peared during the revolution, and the ‘ leaded case within it was not further heard of till the discovery of 1883. As there is no record of any other cases with such con- tents having ever been placed in the col- v lege, the presumption as to the identity of those found is almost irresistible. I have reason to know, moreover, that the an- nouncement of the discovery evoked inquiries from the highest quarter as to the authenticity and safe-keeping of the brains of James II. Monseigneur Roger- son, who took a strong interest in the Stuarts, died three years ago and what had become of the relics, still apparently in his possession up to that time, was a question of obvious interest. He had no relations in France, his kindred in the north of Eng- land were not likely to have interested themselves in these relics, and the new administrator is a French ecclesiastic, who returned no answer to an inquiry addressed to him. Ihave, however, now ascertained that the cases are in the safeâ€"keeping of Mon- seigneur Rogerson’s executor, Mr. O’Keenan, a solicitor, pending a decision as to their ultimate disposal. The Duchess of Perth has no lineal descendants, at least ‘ in the male line, and as her heart was originally deposited under an inscribed slab on the chapel floor, it might fitly be replaced there. The brains of James II. might perhaps be inserted in a new urn, to be placed where the old one stood ; but the Scotch college is now a French school, and though the tenants are very courteous to their rare British visitors, a better known depository might perhaps be found. The brains might, for instance, be interred at St. Germain, with what, I believe, are the only other remains of James II., namely, part of the flesh removed in the process of embalming, anda portion of his bowels. These were discovered sixty years ago, while a church was being restored, and George IV. placed an inscription over them, which Queen Victoria has restored. The body itself, confided to the English Benedictines, in the expectation that it would eventually be transferred to Westminster Abbey, dis- appeared during the Revolution, and was probably thrown into a quarry. Other lrelics of James II. in Paris, at St. Omer and elsewhere, likewise disappeared, and a piece of his arm preserved till 1871 by the Austin nuns was made away with by the Commune, which used the Neuilly Convent as a barrack. There is consequently every reason for ensuring the preservation of the college relic. Mr. O’Keenan is, I under- stand, in communication with Scotch Catholic bishops, and meanwhile it is satisfactory to know that the case is in safe custody. Mrs, A,â€"“Isee you have got a new seyxfimtgirl ‘2". Mrs. B.~“ Yes, I make it a paint to get a new one every month." ” But that must be very inconvenient '2” “Yes, but there is nothing going on in this town that I don’t know all about it." Mitigated Tafl‘y. Judge PennybunkerflI declare, Miss McGinnis, you are getting younger and hamdspmer every (18.): of yo_ur fife. Birdie-Now, Judge, don‘t overdo it. I’m not getting better-looking every day, but perlmps every other dayâ€"Texas Séftilzga, ‘ H [Entire satisfaction of the family Harper’s Bazar. J iberâ€"As my best girl, my wife was always supplied with caramels by me, her jaws were stuck fast so constantly that I never realized her powers of elocution until it was too late. Papa (reading from daily paper)â€"“‘ The report that Queen Victoria sent President Cleveland 9. Christmas turkey proves to be a canard.’ Now what does that mean, I would like to know ‘2” Mamma (languidlykâ€"“Lucy, darling, tell papa. what that means." Lucy (promptly)â€"“Cana.rd, papa, is a. French word meaning a. duck ; so it simply means, you see, that the Queen sent a Christmas duck to President Cleveland, you know.“ Mamma~“ You did, did you? Who per- formed the ceremony ? ” ” I don’t know what you’s talkin’ about.” “Well, how did you make out you were married? ” Jabber~1f you are so digusted with married life what on earth made you marry? J iberâ€"Cammels, my boy, caramels. Jabber#â€"What have caramels got to do with it? 0n the New Hope battlefield was a tree upon which the soldiers nailed the inscrip- tion : “ Tree of Death.” Seven Federals were killed behind the tree by Confederate sharpshooters. The tree was in advance of the Federal line and was about three hundred yards from the Confederate works. It was used by Federal skirmishere, who would stand behind it and load and then step out and fire. Confederate sharp shooters went along the Confederate line for nearly a mile in each direction, and then, being so far from the side of the tree that they could see behind it, by a cross firing made it as dangerous to stand behind the tree as to stand in front of it. Seven Federals were killed behind the tree, and it came to be known as the “ Tree of Death.” Atlanta, Constitution. Little Dotâ€"“Mamma, Dick and I got mgliried this nlgrniygf’ __ “Oh! Why, I got my dishes an’ set the table an’ then we both sat down, an’ he said there Wasn’t a. thing fit to eat, an’ I said he was as ugly as could be, 2111’ he went out an’ slammed the door.”â€"Omaha World. A Gymnast Preacher. Rev. W. K. Spencer, of Adrian, has red hair and is not very large, but it doesn’t do to fool with him, for he is quite an adept in the manly art. He gives a large class of his Presbyterian boys weekly lessons in athletics, and the only consideration he de- mands is a. promise to refrain from bad habits. The boys keep the promise, too, which is the best feature of the whole busi- ness. The gymnasium is in the basement of the churchâ€"Detroit News. A Mimic Matrimonial Circus. A RELIC 01‘ JAMES II. How to Kaep Pomed. The Tree of Death. In.ny Did It. A Canard. The Celebration in 1809 When George III. A was Kingâ€"An Eventful Year in an Eventful Reign. At a time when every one is thinking of 11 the best way in which to celebrate the " Queen’s jubilee in the coming year it may not be uninteresting to recall some of the events in connection with the celebration of the jubilee of George III. in 1809. That year was an eventful one, even in the his- tory of the most eventful reign. Great Britain was carrying on an heroic contest in the peninsula. January had witnessed the Battle of Corunna and the death of Sir John Moore, and in July Sir Arthur VVel» lesley was victorious at Talavera, and gained the title of Viscount Wellington. Nearer home, on the other hand, we had to lament the mismanagement and failure of the Walcheren expedition. On the day of the jubilee, the 25th of October, 1800, the court was in residence at Windsor, where the celebration was heralded at 6 o’clock : in the morning by a sound of trumpets. After divine service the royal party in- spected a bust of His Majesty executed by I the sculptor Turnerelli. While the people ; scrambled for the remains of an ox which was roasted whole, the gentry thronged to agrand fete at Frogmore, enlivened with colored lamps and fireworks. “ At 10 o’clock the Queen (Charlotte) arrived, and after Her Majesty had joined the company the fireworks began ; at the conclusion of which there appeared on a sudden, and as if by magic, ona beautiful piece of water opposite the garden-front of the house, two triumphalcars drawn by two sea-horses each, one occupied by Neptune and pre- ceded by the other with a band of music.” We read that they had “ a very superb appearance.” Twelve marquees were erected on the lawn, “ where the company sat down to an elegant supper.” In the town of Windsor 9. large triumphal arch extended from the Castle Inn right over the High street to the town hall. Another arch of the same kind was illuminated “ by exactly 2,000 variegated lamps.” Among other places, the royal town of Kew, where royalty was wont to spend the summer months, was bril- liantly illuminated. In London the jubilee was celebrated with becoming solemnity. London at this time was show- ing its displeasure at the high prices charged at the newly erected Covent Garden Theatre by nightly disturbances, which culminated in the “O. P. riots.” The foundation stone of the theatre had been laid in January with all the formalities of Freemasonry by the Grand Master, the Prince of Wales; and in September the theatre had opened with “ Macbeth” and ” The Quaker,” Kemble playing the part of Macbeth. The expense of building had been great and the prices had been raised, at which the people were much offended, as we see in the doggerel rhymes invented for the timeâ€"“ Mr. Kemble lower your prices; for. no evasion will suit John Bull on this occasion.” At this time, too, men’s minds were full of the duel between Canning and ‘ Lord Castlereagh, which had lately taken place on Putney heath. Popular feeling was running high against the Duke of York with regard to his conduct in the war. But to return to the jubilee. On the morning of the 25th the Lord Mayor proceeded from the Mansion House to Guildhall, where, being joined by the civic dignitaries, a procession was formed to St. Paul’s. He was received by the “West London Militia,” and the interior of the cathedral was lined with “River Fenâ€" cibles.” In the evening there was a ban- quet in the Egyptian Hall, “ with a plenti- ful supply of Madeira and red port of a most superior quality and flavor. At night all the principal buildings were splendidly illuminated. The paucity of regular troops engaged in these rejoicings is explained by the fact that all available forces were on foreign service. A pre- clamation was issued for pardoning all deserters from the fleet unconditionally, and deserters from the land forces if they surrendered within two months. The Lords of the Admiralty ordered an extra allowance of four pounds of beef, three pounds of flour and a pound of raisins to every eight men in His Majesty’s ships in port, with a pint of wine or half a pint of rum each man. Several Crown debtors were also set free, as well as many ordinary debtors, by public subscription. Such is a slight sketch of the jubilee held in the “good old days” when George III. was kingâ€"St. Jamcs’ Gazette. A.._._I‘A4i_as_.ma»uzn-4H Liiigfergn£_§e9:§, End Africa. would be joined with Italy. A San Francisco judge has decided that a $250 sealskin cloak isn’t a necessary article of apparel fgr thé wife 9f 8. man with an income of 3150 a month. This is a great blow at the Bealskin industry; The Mediterranean in quite shallow. A (fixing up of 660‘-f§e‘t, Would leave three ,,,1:| 1,, ~_ Professor (who has been giving simple lessons in physiology)â€"â€"Where is your heart. dear ? Mabelâ€"Here. Professorâ€"And where is your liver? Mabel (indignantly)â€"I haven’t any. Cows have livers. Professorâ€"«Oh, yes, you have. ‘ Mabel (after some thought)â€"Well, then, Where is my bacon ?â€"Life. The death is announced, at the age of 62 years, of Lady Margaret H. Bourke.daughter of the fifth Earl of Mayo, and sister of the sixth Earl, late Governor-General of India. The Empress Eugenie has commissioned Macdonald & 00., of Aberdeen and London, to prepare a. polished red gmnitesarcophagus to contain the remains of the Prince Imperial. Two Aberdeen gentlemen, Mr. Alex. Maconochie and Mr. Stott, accomplished a. hazardous feat on the 3rd inst. by walking over the Ben Macdhui and Cairngorm Mountains. On the lst inst. Gordon, the wheelbarrow man, arrived in Dundee, having successfully completed his journey to London and back since Nov. 2nd. He received a royal we]- come from his townsmen. The Countess of Aberdeen has issued an appeal for a union to celebrate the jubilee o the Queen’s reign in a manner that will commemorate the feelings of the women and girls of the United Kingdom. Mr. Francis. Coutta, the originator of the acid cure and spinal system of treatment, died at Cults, near Aberdeen, on the 2nd inst. Mr. Coutts was in his 8151: year, and had amassed a. considerable fortune from the sale of his medicines. Among the wills announced in Scotland are those of the lute Lady Hume Camp- bell, whose personal estate is returned at upwards of £65,000; and Mrs. Playfair, or Murray, of Holywood House, Edinburgh, representing upwards of £34,000. While there is not a. snowdrop or a crocus to be seen above grounfl, yellow and red primroses are in full bloom in the manse garden at Whithorn. Rev. A. A. Campbell, Craithie, proposes to rebuild his church in commemoration of the Queen’s jubilee. Mrs. Betsy Breath, or Stirling, widow of A. Stirling, East Mill Wynd, Arbroath, died on the 28th ult. at Portwilliam, aged 102 years, 7 months am} 10 days. Sir Andrew Clarke was on the 5th inst. presented with the freedom of the city of Liverpool. There is only one policeman over the four parishes, Kirkhill, Kilmomck, K11- tarlity and Erckless. At Dundee R. Dunn, laborer, has been fined 103. (id. for kicking a. cat down a. stair. A FORMER JUBILEE. Liver Without Bacon. Latest Scottish News. After it Was Lost the Obliging Conductor Could Not Do Enough For Him. A fat man with a new plug hat was laughing merrily in the Northwestern De- pot yesterday afternoon. “ Just beat this road from Milwaukee to Chicago,” he said, ‘ with a roar. “ I wanted to get to this town the worst way. but I didn’t have a cent. It was too cold to steal a ride, so I made up my mind to get into the best car of the train and trust to luck. We had just got out of Bay View when a queer scheme struck me. Raising the window I ran my head out and began sniffing the cold air. My plug hat, which was not the best in the world, was for obvious reasons tiltâ€" ed on the back of my head. The conductor came down the aisle of the car. Never before did a tieketâ€"puncher make such rapid progress. He flitted from seat to seat like a butterfly. Pretty soon I felt his hot breath on the back of my neck, and then I heard him yell, ‘ Ticket, please ‘. ’ I was too much interested in the passing scenery to pay any attention to the hoarse, rasping voice. There was a moment of intense silence, during which my heart beat a. loud accompaniment to the puffing of the engine, and then I felt the com ductor’s hand full heavily upon my shoulder. The concussion was so great that my plug but fell off into the snow. The conductor stood aghast when I withâ€" drew my uncovered head and looked angrily into his pale face. “ ‘ You’ve done it ! ’ I exclaimed with a fierce air. “ ‘ I didn’t jostle your hat off, did I? ’ he asked. ” ‘ That’s what you did.’ “ ‘ But your ticket Wasn’t in it 7’ “ ‘ Certainly.‘ There was another moment of silence and then the conductor said : “ ‘ I’m sorry, but you’ll have to pay your fare} “ ‘ I have no more money,’ I replied; ‘ my all was in my hat. Can’t you stop the train ?’ “ ‘ The tile is a mile behind us. It’s against orders, but I’ll let you through without additional charge. Next time keep your head in the cur.’ DUNN’S BAKING: POWDER V “ ‘ But my hat,’ I exclaimed with a. hold air. ‘ I lost it through your rudeness and I must be indemnified.’ “ ‘ Indemnified nothing. There‘s no hat store on the train.’ ” ‘ But you have got to get me a hat just the same! “ ‘ OhLI guess not.’ H THE CODK’S BEST FRIEND “ ‘ Well, I guess yes." “ ‘What are you going to do about it ‘2” “ ‘ Report you to Marvin Hughitt,’ I yelled with defiant mien. “ ‘ That’s a chestnut. Go to sleep. 1’11 wake you up when we get to Chicago.’ “ This is What I did, and when 1 woke up (the train was then passing Rose Hill Cemetery) I found this new tile on my head. You can see by the initials just above the sweutbsmd that the hat belonged to the conductor. I didn’t see him again during the rest of the trip, but I’ll bet (lol- lars to clam shells that that fellow would kick himself from here to Sturgeon Bay if he knew how beautifully he lmd been sch .” Chicago Ih‘h’llll. 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