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“ Are you awake still, my darling ‘7” asked her mother, tenderly. Some instinc- tive sympathy had led her to her child’s door. and she had heard that impatient little speech. ” What is the matter,dearest; you Kill tell your mether, will you not ?” “ Oh, mother, why have you come ? I never meant you to know. But here she broke down, and clasped her mother's neck oonvulsively. “ I am gladâ€"I will be glad that he is happy ; but oh, mother, I want him soâ€"I want him so.” And then Mrs. Trafford knew that the wound was deepâ€"- very deep indeed. If any one had asked Fern What were her feelings when she saw that letter in her mother’s hands she would have answered most truly that she did not know. When a long-dreaded trouble that one knows to be inevitable at last reaches one, the mind seems to collapse and become utterly blank; there is a painless void, into which the mental vision refuses to look. Presentlyâ€"there is plenty of time ; life is over long for sufferingâ€"we will sit down for a. little while by the side of the abyss which has just swallowed up our dearest hopes. Numbness, which was in reality death in life, blunted Fern’s feelings as she worked and talked, and fulfilled her little duties. When she went up to her room. and looked at Crystal’s empty bed, she thought the room had never looked so desolate. She undressed slowly, with long pauses, during which she tried to find out what had hap- pened to her ; but no real consciousness came until she laid her head on the pillow and tried to sleep, and then found her thoughts active. And the darkness seemed to take her into its black arms, and there seemed no rest anywhere. They were all overâ€"those beautiful dreams that had glori- fied her life. No bright-faced young prince would ride out of the mist and carry her away ; there would be no more kind looks full of deep wonderful meanings for her to remember over her work ; in the morning she would not wake and say, “ Perhaps he will come to-day ;" no footstep would make her heart beat more quickly ; that springy tread would never sound on theistairs again. He was gone out of her life, this friend of hers, with his merry laugh, and his boyish ways. and that pleasant sympathy that was always ready for her. Fern had never imagined that such sad possibilities could wither up the sweet bloom of youthful promise ; she had never felt really miserable except when her father died, and then she had been only a child. She wondered in a dreary, incredulous way if this was all life meant tobring herâ€" every day a little teaching, a little work, quiet evenings with her mother, long streets that seem to lead nowhere; no meadows; no flowers; no pretty things except in the shop windows; would she still live over Mrs. Watkins’ when she was an old woman ? “ Oh, how empty and mean it all seems,” she moaned, tossing restlessly on her hot pillow. His Wee Wifie was such a dear, quiet little nurse, he aid, and with that scant need of praise Fay was supposed to be aatiafied. 7 “ Yes, mother,” in a low voice ; “ and I suppose he has told you the news.” “ What news, my pet ‘I” “ That he and Miss Selby are engaged. Oh yes, I knew it directly I saw the letter. It is good of him to tell us so soon. I am glad; you must tell him we are glad, mothe r.” “ One ought to be glad Whenone‘s friends are happy” was the unsteady answer. “ If he loves her, of course he must want to marry her. Crystal says she is very hand- some and looks so nice. You must write a very pretty letter to him, mother, and say all sorts of kind things. And it is for us to be glad that he has got his wish, for I think he has not looked quite happy lately.” And Fern folded up her work in her old business-like manner, and then went about the room putting little touches here and there ; and if she were a little pale, the dusk soon hid it. Mrs. Trafford had no fault to find with her daughter that evening ; nevertheless she did not feel easy; she thought girlish pride was bidding her conceal the wound, and that in reality her child was unhappy. " ' Philip Stdnhflpe Worsley. Every one noticed at the Hall that Lady Redmond was sadly altered in those days â€"â€"every one but one, and that was her husband. Had Sit Hugh’s indifference made him blind ‘I for he completely ignored the idea of any change in her. She was pale and thinâ€"very thin, they told him. Hugh said be supposed it was only natural; and when they spoke of her broken rest and failing appetite, he said that was natural “ Will that be the truth, Fern ?” looking at he} doubtfully. 7 SIR HUGH’S LOVES. They must take better care of her, and not let her do so much. That was his sole remark ; and then, when she came into the room a. few minutes afterwards to bathe his aching head, and read him to sleep, or to sit fanning the teasing flies from him for the hour together, Hugh never seemed to notice the languid step, or the pale tired face dout of which the lovely color had fade . Basile knew now that all his gentle looks and words were given her out of sheer pity, or in colder kindness, and shrank from his caresses as much as she had once sought them; end often, as she spoke to him, the When the mists have rolled in splendor From the beauty on the hills, And the sunshine, warm and tender, Falls in kisses on the rills ; We may read love’s shining letter, In the rainbow of the spray ; We shall know each other better, When the mists have cleared away, We shall know as we are known, Never more to walk alone, In the dawning of the morning, When the mists have cleared away. If we err in human blindness, And forget that we are dust ; If we miss the law of kindness, When we struggle to be just ; Snowy wings of eace shall cover, All the pains in at cloud our day ; When the weary watch is over, And the mists have cleared awayâ€" We shall know as we are known, Nevermore to walk alone, In the dawning of the morning, When the mists have cleared awayl When the silvery mists have veiled 1 From the faces of our own, on; we deem their love has failed us, And we tread our path alone ; We should see them near and truly, We should trust them day by day : Neither love not blame unduly, If the mists were cleared awayâ€" We shall know as we are known, Never more to walk alone, In the dawning of the morning, When the units have cleared away. When the mists have risen above us, As our father knows his own, Face to face with those that love us, We shall know as we are known ; Love beyond the orient meadows Floats the golden fringe of day ; Heart to heart we bide the shadows, Till the mists have cleared swayâ€"â€" We shall know as we are known, Never more to walk alone, When the day of light is dawning, And the mists have cleared sway. A GLIMPBE OF THE DARK VALLEY. Not alone unkindnesa Bends a. woman's heart; 0ft through subtler piercings! Wives and mothers die. Though the cord of silver Never feel a. strain ; Though the golden language Cease not where ya dwell. Yet rammineth something Which, with its own pain, Breaks the finer bosom Whence true love doth well. 0 this life how pleasant To beloved and love, Yet should love's hope wither Then to die wergwerll; CHAPTER XXIX. We Shall Know. shamed conscious color rose suddenly to her fair face, and broken breaths so impeded her utterance that her only safety was in silence. Scarcely more than a child in years, yet Fay bore her martyrdom nobly. Unloved, unhelped, she girded on her heavy cross and carried it from day to day with a resignation and courage that was truly womanly; and hiding all her wrongs and her sorrows from him, only strove with her meek young ways to win him yet. Bu't as time went on her love and her suffering increased, and the disjunce _widene_d migerably befiween them. Sometimes when her trouble was very heavy upon herâ€"when Hngh had been more than usually restless, and had spoken irritably end sharply to herâ€"she would break down utterly, and nestle her face against his in a. moment’s forgetfulness, and cry softly. Then Hugh would wonder at her, and stroke her hair, and tell her that she had grown nervous by staying at home so much; and then he would lecture her a little in a grand Inertial way about taking more care of herself, until she dried her eyes, and asked him to forgive her for being so foolish ; and so the pent-up pain that was within her found no outlet at all. “ Oh, if he will not love meâ€"if he will not try to love me, I must die,” cried the poor child to herself; and then she would creep away with a, heart- broken look on her face and sob herself to sleep. “ Yes, yes, I know you will,” she answered, “and I will be goodâ€" indeed I will, Hugh; only tell me you are not angry with me before you go, and call me your Wee Wifie as you used when you first brought me home; and she held up her wet face to him as though she were a. child wanting 130 be kiséed and forgiven. “ You foolish birdie,” he said, laughing, but he kissed her more fondly than he had done yet. “ There, you will take care of yourself, my own Wee Wifie, will you not, and write long letters to me, and tell me how you are getgting on ?’_’_ And the next ,morning she found him dressed earlier than usual and standing by the window of the library, and exclaimed at the improvement; and Hugh, moving still languidly, bade her see how well he could walk. “ I have been three times round the room and once down the corridor,” he said, with a. smile at his own boasting. ” To- morrow I shall go out in the garden, and. the next day I shall have a. drive.” “ Well, will you promise me tobe a brave little woman and not fret after me when I am gone? ” he went on more gently. “ It is only six weeks, you know, Fay, and I have promised to be back in time." “ Yes, Hugh,” she replied, quietly; and then he put her down from his arms. She had taken the flower from his button~hole, and stood fondling it long after he had driven off. He was longing for more freedom and change of air. He should never grow strong until he went away, he told Fay ; and then she understood that he meant to leave her. But the knowledge gave her no fresh pain. She had suffered so much that even he could not hurt her more, she thought. She only soid to him once in her shy way, “ You will be at home in time, Hugh; you will not leave me to go through it all alone 7" And he had promised faith- fully thet he would come back in plenty of time. And a. week after that, as they were standing together on the terrace, looking towards the lake and the water lilies, Hugh, leaning on the coping, with a. brighter look than usual on his wan face, spoke cheerfully about the arrangements for the next day’s journey. “ Fay,” he said, remonstrating with her, “ this is very foolish.” and Fay knew by his voice how vexed he was; but she was past minding it now. In her young way she was tasting the bitterness of death. “ My dear,” he continued, as he unloosened her hands from their passionate grasp, and held them firmly in his, “ do you know What a silly child you are ?” and then he relented at his own words, she was such a child. “ Itold you before that I should never be well until I went away, but you evidently did not believe me. Now I can- not leave you like this, for if you cry so you will make yourself ill; therefore, if you will not let me go quietly, I cannot go at all.” “No, no,” she so angry with me, bear it.” “ And I am sorry to say it, Janet, of any one to whom I am beholden for the bread I eat, and whom I have known since he was a. baby; but in spite of his bonnie looks and pleasant ways,“ Sir Hugh is terribly selfish; and I call it a sin and a. shame for any man to leave a. sweet young creature like that at such a. time. What can he expect if she goes on fretting herself to death in this r?!) Fay could not tell why she felt so strangely weak the next day when she woke up, and Mrs. Heron could not tell either. She did not fret; she did not even seem unhappy ; she was too tired for anything of that sort, she said to herself ; but day after day she lay alone in her little room with closed eyes and listless hands; while Nero lay at her feet wondering why his little mistress was so lazy, and why she wasted these lovely slimmer mornings indoors instead of run- ning races with him and Pierre. Ah, that was abitter time to Fay; but she bore it patiently, not knowing that the days that were to follow should be still more full of bitterness than this. He_ was far from Well, she told him, sadly, and she hoped Suville would take great; care of him; and he must still follow Dr. Martin’s prescriptions, and that was 3.11 she said that night. But the next day, when the servants were putting the portmanteaus on the carriage, and Hugh went into theblue room to bid her good-bye, all Fay’s courage for- sook her, and she said, piteously, “ Oh, Hugh, are you really going to leave me? Oh, Hugh, Hugh !” And, as the sense of her loneliness rushed over her, she clung to him in a perfect anguish of weeping. Sir Hugh’s brow grew dark; he hated scenes and especially such scenes as these; In his weak- ness he felt unable to cope with them, or to understand them. “ Had you not better lie down, my Indy ’2’. Mrs. Heron said to her a. little while afterâ€" wards, when she found her still standing in the middle of the room; and she took hold of her gently, for she did not like the look in my lady‘s eyes at all ; and then she laid her down on the couch, and never left her until she had fallen asleep, like a child, for very trouble. And'then she went down and spoke out her mind to J anet ; and the substance of her speech might be gathered from the conclud- ing sentence. No, she was not ill, she assured them, when Mrs. Heron and the faithful J anet came to look after her, and to coax her with all kinds of dainties; she was only so tired, and would they not talk to her, for she felt as though she could never sleep en augh; and would some one tell Sir Hugh so when they wrote to him, for he would get no long letters from her nowâ€"she had tried to write, but her hand was too weak to hold the-pen. But for all that she would not own she was ill; it was only the heat that made her so lazy, she said again and again. No, they must only tell Sir Hugh that she was very tired. Sir Hugh was getting better nowâ€" from the hour he had seen Margaret there had been no relapse; but he was struggling through his convalescence with a. restless impatience that was very trying to all who came in contact with him. But 'when a few more days had passed, Mrs. Heron thought she had been tired long enough, and sent for Dr. Martin. He looked very grave when he saw her, and Fay smiled to herself, for she said, “ The sobbed; “don’t be Hugh, for I cannot But Margaret’s reproachful speech came back to herâ€"“ Would you wish to die with- out Winning your husband’s love?” and to the alarm of the good housekeeper she sud- denly became hysterical and begged her to send for Sir Hugh. But her piteBus request was forgotten for a time, for before night her life was in dagger. time is very near now, and then he thinks that I shall die.” Hour after hour the desolate young creature looked death in the face and found him terrible, and called out in her agony that she was afraid to die unless 'Hugh would hold her hand; and for many a long day after that Fay did not see her baby boy, for the least excitement would kill her, the doctor said, and her only chance was perfect quiet. And the urgent letters that were sent did not reach Sir Hugh for a long time, for he was wandering about Switzerland. He had carelessly altered his route, and had forgotten to tell FaLy so. But on his homeward route, which was not until the six weeks were past, he found abudget awaiting him at Inter- Iachen. Hugh was aeeply shocked when he heard of his wife‘s danger, and blamed himself for his selfishness in leav- ing her. “ He will not cry when he is with his mother,” she would say, with maternal pride. “He is always .:30 good with me; indeed, I- never knew such a good baby,” which was not wonderful, considering her experience had been confined to Catharine’s baby at the lodge. And if fihe nurse humâ€" ored her, Fay would cover the little downy head with noiseless kisses, and tell him not to cry, for father was coming home to love them and take care of them both. “ You will love me now; yes, I know you will, Hugh,” she would murmursoftly when the baby was slumbering peacefully in his blankets again, and nurse had begged Lady Redmond not; to think any more about Master Baby, but to go to sleep. And as she obediently closed her eyes, the happy tears would steal through her eye- lids. Poor innocent child I when she had first discovered that Hugh did not love her, her despair had nearly cost her her life; but no sooner was her baby brought to her than hope revived, for from the depths of her sanguine heart she believed that by her boy’s help she should win his love; not knowing in her ignorance that Hugh might possibly care nothing for the son though he desired the heir, and that baby charms that had been so potent with her should possess no magic for him. There are some men who hate to be reminded of their own shortcomingsâ€"who are too proud and impatient to endure self- humiliation, and who would rather go through ‘fire and waterthan own themselves in the wrong. Sir Hugh was one of these. Despite his moral weakness, he was a. Red- mond all over, and had a. spice of the arro- gance that had belonged to them in old feudal days, when they had ruled their vessels most tymnnicnlly. And especially did he hate to be reminded by word or deed that his conduct had not been faultless; his conscience made him uncomfortable enough, for he was really kind-hearted in spite of his selfishness ; so it did not improve matters when Mrs. Heron met him in the hall, and, quite forgetting her usual stately manners, suddenly burst out, while her tearful eyes gave emphasis to her words : “'You have my orders, Ellerton,” returned his master, curtly; and he ascended the staircase with the frown still heavy on his face. Fay lay on a. couch in her bedroom look- ing very lovely, in her white tea-gown trimmed with lace, with her brown hair hanging in long plaits, and a. little rose-leaf color tinting her cheeks. She was listening with a. beating heart for the well-known footsteps; as they sounded at last in the corridor and she heard his voice speaking to Ellerton, she sat up, flushed and trembling, and under the soft shawl some- thing that lay hidden stirred uneasily as she moved. ‘ “ Oh, Hugh, my darling husband 1" she exclaimed, as the door opened; and the j tencler rose flush deepened in her cheeks as 5 she stretched out her hand to him with her I old smile. The trip had refreshed him, but the idea. of returning home was still irksometo him. He had enjoyed his freedom from domestic restraint ; and he planned a. longer route that should end in the Pyramids, when Fay was strong and well again. It would not matter then; but he was a. brute, he confessed, to have left her just at that time. Then he added in self-extenuation that he was not quite himself. And one lovely summer morning, when Fay lay like a broken lily on her pillow, and looked languidly out upon the world and life, they brcught her baby to her and laid it in her weak arms; and Fay gazed wonderingly into a dimpled tiny face and blue-grey eyes that seemed to her the counterpart of Hugh’s eyes; and then, as she felt the soft breathing of the warm nestling thing against her shoulder, and saw the crumpled hand on her breast, a new, strange flood of happiness came into her starved heart. “ Hugh’s little boy,” she whispered, and a. tender look shone in her eyes; and then she addedI “he will love me for my baby’s sake." And she was very happy in her belief. As long as they would let her, she lay cradling her boy in her feeble arms and whispering to hlm about his father; and when night came she would lie awake happily trying to hear baby‘s soft breath- ing in the bassinet beside her, andif he woke and cried, she would ask the nurse to lay him beside her. “ IT IS ALL OVER, BABY." Sleep and rest, sleep and rest, Father will come to thee soon; Rest, on mother‘s breast, )4 acher will came to thee soon ; Father will come to his babe in the nest, Silver sails all out of the west Under the silver moon : Sleep my little one, sleep, my pretty one, sleep. Tennyson. It was on a. hot thundery July afternoon that Sir Hugh entered Redmond Hall, weary and heated and dusty, and thoroughly ashamed of hlmself. He did not like to feel ashamed of himself, and this was his mode of show- mgfiit. _ “ You must not excite yourself, my lady,”‘ observed the nurse, anxiously; but she might as well have spoken to the wind, for Fay seemed to have forgotten her presgqce; Hugh stooped over the couch and kissed her. and then sat down with rather a. dissatisfied expression on his face; he “ Oh, Sir Hugh, I am grateful andthank- ful to see you again, for we thought my lady would have died in her trouble; for, bless her dear heart, she fretted herself cruelly when you left her, and more’s the pity a" “ Will you not get rid of a little of the dust of your journey, Sir Hugh, and have goquurefreahment before you go up to my A The housekeeper had meant no reproach to her master, but Sir Hugh’s uneasy con- science took alarm. “ Thank you, Mrs. Heron,” with icy politeness, “ I am deeply indebted to you for reminding me of my shortcomings. Ellerton, be good enough to tell Lady Red- mond’s nurse that 1am here, and that I wish to see my wife at once;” and he passed on in a very bad humor indeed, leaving Mrs. Heron thoroughly crest- fallen V by sarcasm. Ellerton was an old servant, and he ventured to remonstrate before carrying out this order. CHAPTER XXX. her master's Vurfexpected E “ I could not come to meet you, love," she said, with a. little clasp of his hand, and 3‘ she kissed it in her old way, and laid it: against % her face. thought they had made a fuss to frighten him and bring him homeâ€"she did not look so veiry ill fitter all. Henry A. Robinson, a. famous dealer in sporting goods, says that Mexico buys more pistols than all the United States put together. The pet pistols there are of the biggest size and calibre. “ My dear Fay.”heremonstra.ted, and bit his lip. “Nurse, you can trust your patient in my care. I will ring for you in a. little while.” Then, as the door closed behind her, he said in a vexed tone, “Fay, why are you so childish? you know that Iobject to demonstration before the servants, and have told you so, and yet you never seem to remember; do try to be a. little more digni- fied, my dear, and wait till we are alone.” And this to her who had come back to him through “ The Valley of the Shadow of Death,” bringing his boy with her 1 Young Dempsey has been jilted in love; but he takes it philosophically, as a. sensi-. ble young man should. “ There is one thing about it,” he remarked, confidentially, to a. friend the other day, ” love’s labor is never lost. If a fellow saves up his noney for the sake of a. girl and doesn’t get the girl, he has the money.”â€"Burlingtan Free Press. The announcement of Miss Phelps’ new “ Gate ” story, entitled “ The Gates Be- tween,” recalls the remark of a prominent Kansas City lady who was driving with some guests along the Hesperus Road this summer, between Magnolia and Gloucester, Mass. As a curve of the beautiful drive- way disclose& the narrew “ Neck ” stretch- ing out to sea, the Western woman turned to her companion, saying : “ We drove out on the Neck last week when we went to Manchester-by-the-Sea, and had a view of Elizabeth Stuart Phelps' summer home. After that visit I understand Why she’s always writing about gates. Why, there is nothing else as noticeable. They thrust themselves across the road at every turn without the shadow of an excuse ; but not one of the six was ajar. And warnings were posted at every one against leaving it ajar ‘ under extreme penalty of the law.’ " "From Portfolio of the American Magazine for November. Fay became very white, and drew her hand away. “You do not seem to remember how very ill I have been,” shefaltered. And then the baby’s blind wandering touches over her breast soothed her. Hugh grew a little remorseful. “ My dear, I assure you I have not for- gotten it; I was very grieved to hear it, and to know that you should have been alone in your trouble ; but was it my fault, Fay? Did you keep your promise to me not to fret yourself ill when I was gone?” “ The import trade of Bristol is largely made up of provisions. In this connection I wish to draw special attention to the way Canadian cheese has supplanted theUnited States product. The Canadian cheese is imported each year in increasing quanti- ties in the Bristol district, and finds each year increasing favor, both with dealers and consumers. While the import of all foreign cheeses fell off in Liverpool in 1886 by 250,000 boxes, the import in Bristol from Montreal increased by 12,000 boxesâ€" total for year 201,000 boxes, and the re- ceipts from New York fell off considerably. Great Britain manufactures each year 135,000 tonsâ€"_valued at about 035,000,000. Now, the very prince of English cheese is held to be Cheddar, made in Somerset, and yet Canadian cheese made on the Cheddar principle has actually, right here in Som- erset, where I write, been sold for a penny a pound more than a cheese actually made in Cheddar Valley. There is a hot con- troversy now raging in the English papers as to whether Cheddar cheese is the result of particular herbage and pasturage, or of a particular mode of manipulating the milk ; and I think that all but Somerset- shire men are pretty well agreed that this toothsome cheese is the result of superior methods rather than of special grasses. And the Canadians have gone on improving until they have surpassed their teachers ; but the United States do not appear to have proportionately advanced, or if they have they consume their best ,makes at home.” “ As soon as the cold winds begin to blow,” remarked a New Yorkphysician, “ I am overrun with patients suflering from chapped lips. The trouble generally mani- fests itself in one wide cut in the middle of the lip. I used to treat such things as a laughable matter and prescribesome simple emollient, such as glycerine, for instance. But I soon found that such' treatment was only a temporary remedy, for after partially healing the cut would reopen at the slight- est exertion of the lips. The mere act of biting anything hard, laughing or yawning would make the unfortunate howl with pain. If the patient was addicted to the use of tobacco the chances were that he would have a bad lip allthrough the winter. In my researches for a permanent cure I ran across an old tramp printer, who had rubbed against the rough side of the world all his life and for whom every season had been a cold day. He told me that if I investigated the matter I would find that the people addicted to chapped lips were in the habit of touching them with their tongues. A sure cure, said he is to keep your tongue in your mouth. I have since followed his suggestion in my practice and never knew it to fail. The rough skin of the tongue scratches the lips, and when they have once become chapped the least contact is enough to keep the cut open.” , “I kept my promise,” she replied, quietly; “the fretting and the mischief were done before. We will not talk about my illness; it is too bad even to think of it. Have you nothing else to say to me, Hugh? Do you not wish to see our boy ?” Hugh startéd, conscience-strickenâ€"he had forgotten his child altogether; and then he lapghegl off hisponfusiop. “ Our boy ! what an important Wee Wifie. Yes, show him to me by all means. Do you mean you have got him under that 511an ?” “ Yes; is he not good?" returned Fay, proudly; she had forgotten Hugh‘s coldness now, as she drew back the flimsy covering and showed him the tiny fair face within her arms. “ There, is he not a beauty ? Nurse says she has never seen a. finer baby boy for his size. He is small now, but he will grow; he has such long feet and hands that, she assures me, he will be a tall man. Mrs. Heron says he isa. thorough Redmond. Look at his hair like floss silk, only finer; and he has your forehead, deer, and your eyes. Oh, he will be just like his father, the darling l" Mr. Luthrop, United States Consul at Bristol, makes the following report to Washington, which certainly is very flat- tering to Canadian cheese producers : “Will he ‘2” returned Hugh, dubiously, and he touched him rather awkwardlyâ€"he had never noticed a baby closely before, and he was not much impressed with his son’s appearance; there was eucha. redness, he thought, and no features to be called features, and he had such a. ridiculous button of a. mouth. “Do you really call him a. fine baby, Fey ‘2” “Fine! I should think so; the smallness does not matter a. bit. You will beu big man some time, my beauty, for you are the very image of your father.” (To be continued.) Sure Cure forClmpped Lips. Miss Phelps’ Inspiration. A Philosopher Canadian Cheese. AT the forestry congress ‘in Springfield Ill., last month a Chicago manufacturer of farm waggons said that a waggon had been made of twenty different kinds of timber, all of which was grown from seed planted Within forty years. It was by no means necessary to use so many different kinds of wood, as the entire running gear could A CORRESPONDENT of C'hambers’ Journal alleges that recently in Melbourne, with his wife and two children, aged 2 and 4, he went to see the animals in the Royal Perl“ and that four wolves sleeping in a. cage paid no attention to himself and his wife and the eldest child. but the moment the younger one toddled up they sprang to their feet and made for the corner of the cage nearest to her, where they stood against the bars, pushed their paws through,burked constantly and seemed wild to get at her, not viciously, however, but as a dog might have run to play with her. When the child spoke their efforts were redoubled. On a.‘ subsequent visit the same thing occurred. From which the correspondent concludes that wolves havea. strong maternal instinct and love children. to build a Dickens Memorial in London brings to mind the fact that the great novelist in his will emphatically disap- proved of any such act on the part of his admirers. He believed, and rightly, that his works were a. sufiicient monument to his memory. THE London Echo notes the introduc- tion in English markets of a new fiber, which is so fine and durable that a new fabric made from it is expected shortly to drive silk almost entirely out of the market. The fiber is in the shape of a. pine-apple leaf, and the new fabric has received the name of “ pine. cloth.” “ THERE is no longer,” says a German paper, “ any sword making industry 1n Damascus. What was once known as the sword trade now occupies itself with con- verting the blades of old saws and pieces of ordinary iron into daggers, cheap swords and rifles of Solingen and Birmingham make are also bought up, finished and decorated in Oriental style, and then put upon the market as weapons of Arabian and Damascene origin. The famous gold and silver work which once gave this district a reputation throughout the world has fallen into decay. Fine goldsmith’s work is no longer asked for, and all that Europe seems to require are cheap specimens of filagree work, such as bracelets, brooches and armlets.” THE late Mr. David Kennedy, the Scot- tish vocalist, was an ardent Liberal. When he was in Egypt he wrote: “When this country is governed by liberty as now by despotism, it will be the garden of the Lord. My curse on all forms of tyranny, and our Government on the side of tyranny I But not for longâ€"not for long. Heaven be on the Gladstone side." “ SHE who sweeps a room.” says Good Housekeeping, “makes the action no less fine by the wearing of a pair of old kid gloves during the process, and the same is true of blacking a stove, cleaning kerosene lamps, and many other household duties that fall to mothers and daughters in homes where no servant is kept. ‘Mother thinks it so silly,’ said a young girl, blush- ing with shame on being found sweeping in gloves. But why not as well wear gloves to protect, the hand as a sweeping cap to protect, the hair? The occasional washing of the hands with corn meal and borax soap in tepid water helps to keep them soft and smooth, and glycerine, mixed with lemon juice, is excellent to apply at night.” THE process of welding invented by Mr. De Banardoz, of Russia, is now applied industrially by the society for the electrical working of metals. The pieces to be welded are placed upon a cast iron plate supported by an insulated table and con- nected with the negative pole of a source of electricity. The positive pole communi- cates with an electric carbon inserted in an insulating handle. On drawing the point of the carbon along the edge of the metal to be welded the operator closes the circuit. He has then merely to raise the point slightly to produce a voltaic arc whose high temperature melts the two pieces of metal and causes them to unite. Mas. FORBES, the wife of Mr. Forbes, the well-known naturalist and explorer, who a year or two ago published an account of his scientific researches in the Eastern Archipelago, has written a narrative of her adventures while she accompanied her husband in his travels. Mrs. Forbes’ ex- periences in the East were in some respects unique. She lived for a few weeks abso- lutely alone in the mountains of Timor, and was the first European woman who visited Papua. The book is dedicated to the Countess of Aberdeen. SIR CHARLES and Lady Dilke have had a jolly time in Constantinople. The Sultan was extremely cordial to them, and they were received by the Patriarch of the Greek Church and by the seven Arch- bishops in Synod assembled. ATurkish translation of Lady Dilke’s “ The Shrine of Death ” is being made. The noted couple went from Turkey to Greece, and are now on their way to London. They have won a good deal of popularity wher- ever they have stopped for any length of time. EDUCATORS in America. who have recently been engaged in discussion concerning the teaching of the dead languages will be in- terested to know that an influential com- mittee, representing all the colleges, has decided to adopt the continental pro- nunciation of Latin at Cambridge Uni- versity. Whether Oxford will follow this example remains to be seen, but, if it does not, teachers preparing pupils will find themselves in a quandary. ORCHABDS generally produce full crops only every other year. This is because the full crop of one year so exhausts the fruit- producing qualities of the soil that it is not able to produce a. full crop the next year. Give it a good supply of the proper kind of manure and thus make up for the loss of the fruit-producing qualities of the soil, and you may expect good crops every year, provided you treat your trees properly in other respects. REV. W. ELLIOT, Vicar of Aston, Birming- ham, is trying to collect his tithes from his parishioners by legal proceedings. One man who had lived for twenty-five years on his property without healing of tithes had a. levy put on, and in another case a distraint for £3 was put on the Smallheath Liberal Club, but the chairman defied the bailiffs and the warrant was not enforced. APROPos of the fact that it took eighty soldiers and 150 policemen recently to evict one Irish tenant, the Pulllllall Gazette offers the Government the following problem in simple proportion : “ If it takes 230 armed men to reduce one Irish patriot to the sub- mission that you call union, how many armed men will it take to reduce the whole Irish people and thus complete Mr. Bal- four’s promised task of uniting the United Kingdom ‘I” THERE has been a royal committee ap- pointed to investigate the Hessian fly ravages in the United Kingdom, twenty counties in England and ten in Scotland having been visited by this insect. It is d-iflicult to estimate the damage, some placing it at two bushels per acre. In Fife there are complaints of losses of three to ten bushels per acre. The treatment in Russia and in the United States has been inquired into, and corn merchants are requested to be on the alert. The general conclusion of the commission favors the dissemination of all information possible, trusting to the vigilance of the British farmer. WALTER BESANT‘S effort to raise 3200,00 CURRENT TOPICS. An esteemed contemporary has a depart- ment headed “The Woman’s World," That’s about the size of it.â€"â€"~Baltimore American. ' - By its mild, soothing and healing pro- perties, Dr. Sage’s Catarrh Remedy cures the worst cases of nasal catarrh, also “ cold in the head,” coryza, and catarrhal head‘- aches. Fifty cents, by druggists. have come from one log of honey locust eighteen inches in diameter. The waggons which the speaker himself ordinarily made required five kinds of wood, oak, hickory, ash, tulip (which he called whitewood) and pine. The pine, however, was used only because it was cheap, as ash was just as light and more enduring for the same pur pose. He maintained that, although forty years was a good while to wait for the reâ€" turn on an investment, the money put into forest planting was prudently used, as a growing forest, which was increasing in vatue every year, was as marketable as any 1 other property. Moreover, many of the branches trimmed off as the trees grew could be used, as, well as the saplings re- moved in the thinning out process. VVestefn manâ€"A knowledge of human nature helps, stranger, it helps; but the o iefrequisite is cash. Eastern man (who has been invited to ” take a. hand ” in the game)â€"I know very little about poker. I suppose the chief re- quisite in playing thegame successfully is a. knowledge of human nature. Any person who has used Polson’s Nerviline, the great pain cure, would not be without it if it cost ten dollars a bottle. A good thing is worth its weight in gold, and N erviline is the best remedy in the world for all kinds of pain. It cures neuralgia in five minutes ; toothache in one minute; lame back at one application; headache in a few moments; and all pains just as rapidly. Small test bottles only cost 10 cents. Why not try it to-day? Large bottles 25 cents, sold by all druggists and country dealers. Use Polson’s nerve pain cure-Nerviline. DR. W. A. HAMMOND, the distinguished New York medical expert, lecturing on “ the use and the abuse of the brain,” the other evening said : “ Anxiety causes more brain disorders than any other agency I know of unless it be love. It is well for us to know that the emotions cause more unhappiness and crime than any other function of the brain. Human beings are governed by their emotions, and it is well that they should be, though it is the emo- tions that wear away the brain, and not honest intellectual work. Very few people sniffer from intellectual work, and if my memory serves me I do not recollect ever having a mathematician for a patient. It is not intellectual work that causes nervous dyspepsia, but the emotions, such as anxiety, fear, sorrow and love. T consider that eight hours are sufficient for a man to use his brain, because if he exceeds that time he becomes nervous and fretful, and an exhausted brain is an irritable brain. You may not feel the evil effects of the stress of brain work at the time but you will sooner or later, when it will be too late. The men that work at night with their brain are the ones that expose themselves to danger and death which will surely come unless the great strain on the mind is lightened. “ The proper thing for all such ills Is this," remarked the man of pills : “ Enrich the blood and make it pureâ€" In this you'll find the only cure.” Dr. Pierce’a Golden Medical Discovery will do this without fail. It has no equal. All druggists. Referring to the recent statement that, at a. recent festival held in the Queen’s presence in the Highlands, there was ex- cessive drinking, Sir Henry Ponsonby, Her Majesty’s Private Secretary, writes to say he was present on the occasion men- tioned, and that he did not see any drunken persons. For a. horse that is weak in the knees, rub the limbs briskly with a. woollen cloth, then bathe with salt and water, Wipe dry and apply a. mixture of one pint of alcohol and one drachm of tincture of Spanish fly, rubbing in a tablespoonful twice a. day with the hand. Let the horse run in a. loose stall deeply littered with sawdust or on an earth floor. Almost any kind of material left on the ground under fruit trees will act as at fertil- izer. It will at least prevent the growth of grass and weeds, and thus check loss of moisture and fertility that the tree needs to perfect its crop. It is as a. mulch that the advantage of straw in an orchard con- sists. Its fertilizing value is very small, none of this being available until the straw has rotted. THE majority report of the Utah Com- mission gives a very intelligible idea of the actual strength of Mormonism. The popu- lation of the territory is about 200,000, a gain of nearly 60,000 since 1880, and the property is assessed at a valuation of $35,665,802. The Mormon population is 132,297, with 34,431 church dignitaries, but the Mormon Church in the various terri~ tories number 162,383, with 40,639 children under 8 years of age. The strength of the non-Mormon element in the territory is about 55,000, with 62 churches of different denominations, employing 230 teachers and having in their schools 6,608 pupils. Since the passage of the Edmunds law in 1882, 541 persons have been indicted for unlawful cohabitation, and 289 have been convicted, while fourteen have been convicted for polygamy, and many fled to escape arrest. The majority of the Commissioners regard the recent movement to obtain statehood for the territory through the adoption of a constitution in which non-Mormons had no part as amere effort to free the Church from the control of Government and to give the leaders a freer hand. On the other hand, the minority of the CommiS» sion believe that the large class of mono- gamous Mormons have become convinced that their interests require the abolition of polygamy, and that with its suppression their religious faith will no longer militate against them. The cultivation of bamboo for fencing material has been begun in California. It is said that an acre will produce pickets enough each year to make six miles of fence. The American Cultivator predicts that the time is not far off when many disappointed farmers in the West will return to New England and take up farms, where the land can be worked to a. certain profit: by’ resolute and enterprising men. For keeping small quantities of seeds, paper bags are preferable to cloth, as they are better protection against moisture and insects. Always mark each package with the name of the seed contained in it, and the year in which it grew. Cold does not injure the'vitality of seeds, but moisture is detrimental to all kinds. The average shrinkage of steer going from Texas to Chicago is 100 pounds. The State furnishes an average 400,000 steers, which makes a shrinkage of 40,000,000 pounds, or, putting the average weight of a steer at 850 pounds, 47,058 head. “ That’s not tha cure, my charming Miss,‘ The doctor said!“ remember this : If you your skin would keep from taint, Discard the powder and the paint. “ ‘What makes my skin so dark Emd muddy ? My cheeks were once so smooth and ruddy I I use the best cosmetics made,” Is Whats. lovely madden said. Worth Ten Dollars a Bottle. Beauty Without Paint. The Important Thing. She Has the Earth. Farm and Garden. Animal Life Underground Marked by the Fading Away of Visual Organs. There is a manifest tendency of all gayly colored forms to lose their hues in the caverns and to become of an even color. This may be explained by the simple ab- sence of sunshine, and on it no conclusions can be based. The changes of the struc- tural parts are of more importance ; these, as mlght be expected, relate mainly to the organs of sense. The eyes show an evi- dent tendency in all the groups to fade away. In the characteristic cavermfish ‘1 they have entirely disappeared, the wh_ structure which serves for vision being no longer produced. In the crayfishes we may observe a certain gradation. Some species which abound in caverns are pro- vided with eyes; others have them pre- sent, but so imperfect that they cannot serve as visual organs; yet others want them altogether. ()ne species of pseudo- scorpion, as shown by Prof. Hagan, has in the outer world four eyes, while in the caves it has been found with two eyes and others in an entirely eyeless condition. Some cavern-beetles have the males vxith eyes, while the females are quite without them. Asawhole, the cavern-forms ex- hibit a singular tendency of the visual organs, not only to lose their functions, but also to disappear as body-parts. At the same time there is an equal, or even more general, development of the antenna and other organs of touch ; these parts become considerably lengthened and apparently of greater sensitiveness, a change which is of manifest advantage to the individual.â€" Scribncr’s Magazine. GUNN@ BAKING; ERÂ¥ THE Max’s; 9:59.27 FmFNU} Ladies Wanted to use our . " Magnetic Hairpins." They ' Relieve Nervous Headache and the discomfort} oftan caused by all other hairpins. Immple box 100. Address G. E. M. 00.. 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It is an unfailing specific for periodical pains, misplacement, internal inflammation and all functional disorders that render the lives of so many women miserable and joyless. They who try it praise it. Of Druggists. A Government organ in Montreal, in an article supposed to be inspired, insinuates that the question of the international boundary along the State of Maine will probably be laid before the approaching Fishery Commission by the Dominion Government, with a. View to securing some revision of the Ashburton award. Jar By. I have n pnnitl ve remedy for the above disease ; by In no thousands ufcanus ofthe worst kind an ‘ orlong standing have been cured. Indeed, so strong “w mm In In. affiracy, that I wl‘l 80nd TWO BOTTLES m,’ '" tenths: wlth n VALUABLE TREATIRE on this rung..- ‘0 Iny Ilrfl’erer. Give unrest Lnd P. 0. Advil-an. r rm. _.‘._A._s1.ontm, Branch Offiéé. 37'Y6fi53’8h. Toronto GNSHMPTWN; “Favorite Prescription” is the only medicine for women, sold by druggists. under a positive guarantee, from the manu- facturers, that It will give satisfaction in every case or mone'y will be refunded. This guaran- tee has been printed on the bottle-wrapper. and faithfully carried out for many years. Large bottles 6100 doses) $1.00, or six bottles for $5.0 . For large. illustrated Treatise on Diseases of Women (160 pages, paper-covered). send ten cents in stamps. Address, As a po‘verful invi grating tonic, it imparts strength to t 9 whole system. and to the womb and its appendages in particular. For overworked, ‘ worn-out." "runâ€"down," debilitated teachers. milliners, dressmakers, seamstresses, “shop-girls,” houseâ€" keepers, nursing mothers. and feeble women generally, Dr. Pier-00's Favorite Prescription is the greatest earthly boon. being unequaled as 3111 appetiziggpordial apd restorative tqriic. As a soothing and strengthening nervine, “Favorite Prescription” is‘une- ualed and is invaluable in allaying and sub« L1thr nervous excitability, irritability, ex- haustion, prostrntion, hysteria. spasms and other distressing, nervous symptoms com- monly attendant upon functional and organic disease of the womb. It induces refreshing sleep and relieves mental anxiety and de- spgndegqy. rBr. Pierce’s Favorite Prescription is a legitimate medicine, carefully compounded by an ex erienced and skillful physician, and adapte to woman's delicate organization. It; is purely vegetable in its composition and perfectl harmless in its elfects in any condition 0 the system. For morning sickness. or nausea. from whatevei- cause arising, Weak stomach. indigestion, dys- pepsia and kindred symptoms, its use, in small doses, will 1)_1'o\'e_\rel'y bepefigial. _ As a regulator and promoter of func- tional action. at that critical period of change from girlhood to womanhood.-“Favorlte Pre- scription " is a perfectly safe remedial agent. and can ffEroduce only good results. It is e nully e cacious and valuable in its effects W on taken for those disorders and derange- ments incident to that later and most 0 "V9.1 pqyigl. knmyn £151“ The (thgge 0§_Life.‘ ‘ r “ Favorite Premeriptiou,” when tfien in connection with the use of Dr. Piorce's Golden Medical Discovery, and small laxative doses of Dr. Pierce's Pur ative Pellets (Little Liver Pills). cures Liver. idney and Bladder diseases. Their combined use also removes blood mints. and abolishes cancerous and scypfulous ppmgys from the sy‘sge-mfi k avorite Presen- ption ’9 is a posi- tive cure for the most complicated and ob- stinate cases of leucorrhea. excessive flowing. painful menstruation, unnatural suppressions. Prolapsus, or falling of the womb. weak back. ‘ female wealmess,’ antevcrsion. retroversion, bearing-down sensations, chronic congestion. inflammation and ulceration of the womb. in- flammation, pain and tenderness in ovaries. accompanied vgitl} “integnal heat,” Br. Pier-90’s Favorite rescriptlon is the outgrowth, or result, of this great and :llnuhle experience. Thousands of testimo- minis, received from patients and from physi- ciztns who have tested it in the more, aggra- mtml and obstinate cases which had batik-d their skill, prove it to be the most wonderful, remmly ever devised for the relief and cure of eufl‘m‘ing women. It is not recommended as 5 "0111134111." but as a. most perfect Specific for \vqman's peculiunr qfihpent‘s. The treatment of many thousands of cases of those chronic weaknesses and distressing ailments peculiar to females. at the Invalids’ Hotel and Surgical Institute, Bufl’alo. N. Y.. has afforded u vast experience in nicely adapt- in}: and thoroughly testing remedies for the (:1 '0, 01‘ gyomzmjs 139(2uliar_tnulgdies. World’s Dispensary Medical Association, 663 Main St.. BUFFALO. N. Y. EYES LOST IN CAVERNS. 001714.45 87.