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- He rather obstinately chose to believe that there was a. want of will in the matter, and that Fey could throw off her weakness if she liked. Still he was very kind to her in his uncertain wayâ€"perhaps because the doctors said he must humor her. or she would fade away from them yet. So he told her that she would never get strong while she lay moping herself to death in that little pointed bird-cage, as he called the blue room. And when she answered list. lessly that she could not walkâ€"which he was at first slow to believeâ€"he used to carry her down to one of the sunniest rooms in the old Hallâ€"into either the morning- room or libraryaend place hercomfortably on her couch with her work and book before he started out for his ride. He grew very impatient over Fey’s pro- longed weakness, which he insisted was due in a great measure to her own fault. If she had not excited herself so much on the night of his return, she would never have had that relapse. It was a very tiresome affair altogether; for his own health was not thoroughly reestablished, and a Lon- don physician had recommended him a few months’ travel; it was just what he wanted, and now his trip to Cairo and the Pyramids must be indefinitely postponed. Hugh had not learned his lesson yet. Neither his wife’s illness nor his own had taught him wisdom; he was as restless and unreasonable as ever. Lady Redmond had a serious relapse after this, and it was two or three weeks before she was carried to the couch again. ‘ “ You had much better try and get a little sleep, my lady,” she said, kindly; but Fay only shook her head. It was not bed- time yet, she said, but she would like to be quiet with her baby for a. little. And when nurse had gone to have a. tslk with Janet, she tottered from the couch, and knelt down beside it, and wetted the White robe with her tears. “ It is all over, baby,” she moaned ; “ he does not care for you or for me eitherâ€"he only wants Margaret; but you must love your mother, baby, and grow up and com- fort her. for she has no one but you to love her in the whole wide world." But When [She heard him go down stairs she rang for the nurse to bring back her baby directly. The woman did not like her excited look, or the fierce way she almost snatched him to her bosom. fingh looked at her a. little puzzled; his Wee Wifie was very much altered, he thought; and then he kissed her two or three times with some affection, and went to his dressing-room. _ “ My bsby never tires me,” she answered, wetrily, and closed ,her eyes. Oh, if she could only close them forever I But then she remembered how terrible death had seemed to her in her illnessâ€"a bit of infin- ite pain. “No,” she said, very slowly; “do not trouble to come up again, Hugh. I cannot talk to you to-night; I shall be better quiet." â€" “ There, I told you so,” he cried,triumph- nntly. “ I knew that little rascal had tired youJ: Fay uncovered her eyes and looked at him rather oddly, he thought, but she made no answer. Hugh rose and looked at his watch, and repeated his question. “ Well, Fay,” he said, in rather a depre- cating manner, "I meant to have had a. little talk with you, now that noisy fellow is gone; but you seem sleepy, dear; shall I leave you to rest now, and come up again after dinner ‘7” It was a. new thing to have those strong Fay gave up her baby without a. word; she was too gentle to remonstrate, but if he could have read her thoughts. “ He does not care for his child at all," she was my- ing within herself ; and then she was very quiet, and shielded her face with one hand. cu. Hush was runner uncomfortable; he knew he had been out of temper, and that he was disappointing Fay, but he never guessed the stub he had inflicted when he had refused to take their boy in his arms. “Nonse'ns'e,” he returned decidedly; “your illness has made you fanciful; surely I must know what is best for my wife. Nurse, why do you allow Lady Redmond to wear herself out with a. crying child? it cannot be right, in her weak state." " You will be alone directly if you do not send him away," was her husband’s impatient answer; it is not pleasant for a. man to be deafened when he is tired after a. long journey. Why, I do believe you are going to cry too, Fay; what is the good of a nurse if you exhaust yourself like this?” And he pulled the bell rope angrily. _ ‘ A. - ‘ “ Oh, please don’t send my baby away,” she implored, in quite a piteous voice; “he is always with me now, and so good and quiet, only you startled him so.” “I take him! My dear. I never held a baby in mylife; I should beafmidof drop- ping him; no, let him stop with his mother. Women understand these sort of things. There, now, I thought so, he is going to cry; and Hugh’s discomfitted look was not lost on Fey, as the baby‘s shrill voice spoke well for his strength of lung§._ “VOh, hush, hush,” she said, nearly cry. ing herself, and rocking the baby to and fro feebly. “ You spoke so loudly, Hugh, you frightened him ; he never cries so when we are alone." Hugh did not see arms trembled under he retreated a few steps alarm. “ There, you must take him, Hugh; I want to see him once in your armsâ€"any two treasures together;" and she held the baby to him. “Heaven forbid!” ejaculated Hugh; he was quite appalled at the notion of any likeness between this absurd specimen of humanity and himself; but happily the little mother did not hear him, for she was adjusting the long robe to her liking. SIR HUGH’S LOVES. What does the poor man's son inherit ? A patience learned of being poor, Comm. 6 if sorrow come to bear it, A fel owâ€"feeling that is sure To make the outcast bless his door ; A heritage, it; seems to me. A king might wish to hold in fee. 0 rich man's son ! there is a. toil That with all others level stands ; Large charity doth never soil But only whitens soft white handsâ€" This is the best croD from thy lands ; A heritage, it seems to me, Worth being rich to hold in fee. 0 our man's son 1 scorn not thy state ; here is worse weariness than thine In merely being rich and great; Toil only gives the soul to shine. And makes rest fragrant and benign ; A heritage, it seems to me, Worth being poor to hold in fee. The rich man's son inherits lands, And piles of brick, and stone and gold, And he inherits soft white hands. And tender flesh that fears the vold, Nor dares to wear a. garment old ; A heritage. it seems to me, One scarce would wish to hold in fee. The rich man's son inherits cares ; The bank may break, the factory burn, A breath may burst his bubble shares, And softwhite hands could hardly earn A living that would serve his turn ; A heritage, it seems to me, One scarce would wish to hold in fee. What does the poor man’s son inherit ? Stout muscles and a. sinewy heart, A hardy frame, a. hardier spn-it ; King of two hands, he does his part In every useful toil and art ; A heritage, it seems to me, A king might wish to hold in fee. A Man’s a Man for 3' That I James Russell Lowell. how the weak their load, as in most genuine H‘Oh, you cannot forget," returned Hugh, impatiently. “ unless that baby puts every- thing out of your head. Do you not remember that I told you that Fitzclarence “ Away ?" she said, very quietly; “ where are you going, Hugh ?"~â€"but there was no surprise in her face._ “ I never saw you look better than you do to-day,” returned her husband; “ she is quite rosy. is she not, Erle? But you are right, and a change will do her and the boy good. I was thinking how you would like to go down to Devonshire, Fay. while I am away." “ It lime only Erle’s nonsense, dear." she said, hurriedly. She never could speak to him without a painful blush, and it; always deepened if he looked at her long, as he did now. “I min tiring you," he said,haatily; “you are looking quite pale; you want a change sadly yourself, my Fairy Queen.” And Hugh, entering the room at that moment, caught at the word, and came up quickly to the couch. “Don’t you feel so well today, pet ‘2” he asked, kindly; “ why are you talking about a. chgnge." But there was one subject on which he dilated without reserve, and that was on Mr. Ferrers’ search for Crystal. He was in New York now, he told Fay, with his sister, and he was waiting for further intelâ€" ligence before he followed Miss Davenport. “Miss Trafford corresponds with him,” he continued, with an effort; “ but it seems the travellers have little time for writing.” But he wondered, as he talked about the Ferrers, why Fay changed color so oftenâ€"he had heard it was a sign of delicacy. Fay sighed as she watched him. Erle had changed too. she said to herself; he was nicer, but he had lost his old-time merriment ; he looked graver. and a little thin, and there was not always a happy look in his eyes. Fay sometimes feared that the other girl with the fair hair had not been forgotten ; she wanted to tell him that she hoped Evelyn knew all about her, but she lacked the courage, and somehow it was not so easy to talk to Erle this time. “ She is far too good for me,” returned Erie, with a touch of real feeling, for his fiarncee‘s unselfish devotion was a daily reproach to him. Could any girl be sweeter or more loving, he thought. Fay never told him so; she congratulated him very prettily and made one of her old mischievous speeches about “the young lady with the go in her "â€"but somehow it seemed to fall flat ; and she asked him a few questions, as in duty bound, about his prospects, and how often he saw Miss Selby, and if he would bring her to Redmond Hall one day; “for I mean to be very fond of your wife, Erle, whoever she may be,” she continued ; “ and I hear from the Trelaw- neys that Miss Selbyâ€"but I must call her Evelyn nowâ€"is very nice indeed, and that you are to be congratulated.” Erle and she were better friends than ever; but they did not resumeltheir old con- fidential talks. Erle had grown strangely reticent about his own affairs, and spoke little of his fiancee and his approaching marriage. He knew in his heart that Fay had read him truly, and knew that his warmest affections had been given to Fern, and he had an uneasy con- sciousness that she condemned his conduct. the yc silence Never! ‘tis certain that no hope isâ€"none? No hope for me,and yet for then no fear, The hardest part of my hard task is done; Thy calm aseures me that I am not dear. Jean Ingelow Erle was quite shocked at Fay’s changed appearance, but he said very little about it. He had an instinctive feeling that the shadow had deepened, and that Fay was sick at heart; but he only showed his sym- pathy by an added kindness, and an almost reverential tenderness; and Fay was deeply grateful for his delicacy, for she knew now that though she had been blind, others had had their eyes open; and she had a morbid fear that every one traced her husband’s restlessness and dissatisfaction with hislife to the right cause, and knew that she was an unloved wife. Fay was very proud by nature, though no one would have guessed it from her exceeding gentleness; and this knowledge added largely to her pain. But she hid itâ€"she hid it heroically, and no one knew till too late how the young creature had suffered in her And by and by, when the days grew 8. little cooler, Fay began to creep aboutthe garden a little, and call herself well. Hugh drove her out once or twice in her pony carriage; but she saw he did not like it, and begged him to let her go alonewsnch reluct- ant uourtesies gave her no pleasure. But presently Erie came for a brief visit, and washer ready escort, and after that she really began to mend. Hugh had stood by and shuddered at the dumb look of anguish in the wild deer-eyes, as with a sobbing breath the poor creature breathed its last, its helpless fawn licking its red wounds. Hugh had not been able to forget that look for a long time; and now it recurred to his memory, and he could not tell why Fay’s eyes reminded him so of the dying doe’s-it was an absurd morbid idea. And then he touched his black mate a little smartly, and tried to efface the recollection by a rousing galop. But, do what he would, he could not get it out of his mind that his Wee Wifie was sadly altered; she was not the same Fay whose little tripping feet had raced Nero and Pierre along the galleries with that ringing laugh. This was a. tired Fay who rarely spoke and never laughedâ€"who seemed to care for nothing but her baby. “ What does it matter for whom Icare ‘2" she would say to herself. “I must love my own baby." And then she would think bitterly that Hugh seemed to like her better now that she had ceased to vex him with her childish demonstrations. “I am getting very dignified,” she thought, “ and very quiet; and I think this pleases him. Do old people feel like this, I wonder, when all their life is ended, and they have such feeble, aching limbs? Ah, no; I do not believe they suffer at all. But now I seem as though I can never rest for my longing that Hugh may love me and tell me so, before I die." And so she would prose onin her sad plaintive little way. No wonder Sir Hugh niarvelled at her, so silent of tongue, so grave of lookmsuch an altered Wee Wifie; but all the conclusion at which he had arrived was that the baby had been too much for her, and that, when the summer heat was over, she would grow strong again. And Fay never contra- dicted him. Hugh used to tell her so sometimes, with an inexplicable feeling of jealousy that rather surprised him ; but Fay did not under- stand him. He remembered once that he had been in at the death of a doeâ€"where, or in what country he could not remember; but she had been overtaken with her fawn, and one of the huntsmen dispatched her with his knife. arms performing such gentleofiices for her. Fay used to thank him gratefully with one of her meek, beautiful looks, but she seldom said anythingâ€"his kindness had come too late to the poor child, who felt that her heart was slowly breaking with its hopeless love. For who would be content with the mirage when they are thirsting for the pure water? Or who would be satisfied with the meted grain and the measured ounce when they have given their all in Those looks used to haunt Hugh as he rode through the Singleton lanes; he used to puzzle over them in an odd, ruminative fashion. all ? She loves with love that cannot tire, And whau uh, woe! she loves alone Through paasiaumc duty love flmuvs higher As grass grows taller round} stupe. “ CHAPTER XXXI. FAY’s MISTAKE Iouentry Patmm'P Hugh noticed nothing; he was rather pleased than otherwise that a. fastidious man like Fitzclarence should admire his little wife. Fay was certainly very pretty, even in her husband's eyes. and she was so much improvedâ€"not half so childish. But it 1 Either Fay‘s knowledge of geography was very limited or her head got confused ; but as she listened to them. she felt as tho ugh Egypt were thousands of miles away. and as though Hugh would certainly get lost in those trackless deserts, and was cruel to leave her for such dangers, she thought. And sometimes she got so nervous that she would make an excuse and leave the room, that she might not hear any more. And then she would wander about the grounds in an aimless way, tryingto throw ofl the oppression that was growing greater as the days went on. It was not that she did not want her husband to leave her. Her loneliness could not be greater if he went away~so she believed in her wretchedness ; but she was so terrified for him. And she had taken a dislike to the Hon. Algernon Fitzclarence. He might be a great trav- eller, as Hugh told her, and a very amus- ing companion, but his manners were not to her taste. Fay’s innocence instinctively took alarm at the covert admiration conâ€" veyed in her guest’s looks and words. He was too much a man of the world to pay her open compliments ; and indeed her ‘ gentle dignity repelled him ; but he made her understand that he thought his hostess very charming. Erle had to go up to London the next day, but the Hon. Algernon Fitzclarence took his place the following evening. and after that Fay had a miserable time; for all day long Hugh and his guest were planning the route for their trip, or talking over previous tours. “ No, dear,” she said, quietly, “ I could not come.” But she never told him that one of her reasons was that she might possibly meet the Ferrers there, if they were coming back from America; and she felt just now as though she could not have borne such an encounter. Erle smiled. “ When that day comes, Mrs. Trafiord shall reap a. golden harvest after all her hard work. You do not know how I long to help her, and make life easier for them all. Think of such women living in a. piece like the Elysian Fieldsâ€"over that, shop too; and yet, if I were to take up their cause now, 1 should only forfeit my own chances, and do no good. So you mean to be obdurate, my Fairy Queen, and not come to us.” “Yes, I know; and he is your uncle, so of course you make allowances for him. But Hugh has told me the story of poor Neg Huntingdon ; and. somehow, I feel as though I could never visit Belgrave House until you are master there." “Yes, yes! I know thatâ€"you are always so kind to me, Erie; but it would never do for me to come to Belgrave House. Hugh does not like Mr. Hunt- ingdon.” u _ i 7 7‘ Very few people do.” muttered Erle, “ but he has always been a. good friend to my mother and me." “ But. Fay,” interrupted Erle, eagerly, ” what possible objection could Hugh have to your staying at our house while Mrs. Montague is there ‘2 We would wait on you, and watch over you, as though you were a. queen.” “ Hush I Erle,” she said, gently, “you should not speak like that; not to me at least. Do you not know that I have no greater pleasure in the world than to obey my husband’s wishes. No,” she continued, and her eyes grew misty, “I have no other happiness but thatâ€"no other happiness but that.” “ What does it matter to him where you go, so long as he is enjoying himself,” burst from Erle’s impatient lips ; her meekness really provoked him. But he regretted the rash speech as soon as it was uttered, especially as a. soft hand touched his. Erle," she said, decidedly, “it would not do at all. Hugh would not like it. He wishes me to go to Aunt Griselda." Fay shook her head with a faint, dissent- ing smile; but she was touched by his kind thogght f3r_hef. Erle looked rather wistfully at Fay when they were left alone together. “ I am afraid you will be very lonely when Hugh goes away,” he said, kindly. “ Why need you go to Daintree ; you will be dreadfully dull there with only your aunt. I do not see why you should not come to Belgrave House first, while Mrs. Montague is there. She is a very pleasant woman, Fay; and you could do just as youlike, and you would see Evelyn, and I am sure you two would soon be great friends. Lo come, Fay ; and you can go to Daintree after- wards." and only take nurse ‘2” “ Oh, yea,” replied Fay, in the same conâ€" strained voice; but Erle saw that she had become very pale. But just then Ellerton entered and told his master that some one was waiting to speak to him on business ; and so the subjectdropped. “ “ I did not know Fitzclarence was a friend of yours, Erle ; but I never listen to the idle gossip one plcks up at one’s club. I am perfectly satisfied with his arrange- ments. and so are the other menâ€"we have two other fellows going with us. Fay, my dear, I should like you to write at once to your aunt, and ask her if she can have you and the boy. The cottage is rather small; do you think you could do without Janet, and only take nurse ‘2” “ And you expect to make the trip in eleven weeks with Fitzclarence as the leader of the expedition. Fitzclarance,so renowned for his punctualityâ€"so celebrated for never altering a. given route at a. minute's notice.” Erle was going too far, and Sir Hugh answered him with decided impatience. was coming dGWn this week to arrange about our ffipfiqCairoi’ “ No,” she replied, “you never said any- thing about it, Hugh ;” which was the truth. for he had never taken the trouble to inform her, though Mrs. Heron had had orders to prepare a room for the expected guest. V “Well, well," rather irritably, “ I meant to tell you, but one’s memory is treacherous sometimes. He will be down here about Wednesday or Thursday, for in another week We h_ope to starti” “Indeed,” returned Fey, in her tired voxce, pulling off her baby’s shoe; but to Erie’s astonishment, she manifested no emotion. As for Sir Hugh, he was relieved to find his Wee Wifie was becoming such a. reasonable woman. Why, he could talk to her quite comfort- ably without fear of a. scene. yourself from; the Hugh?” ’_ “Oh, two or three months; we cannot follow out the route Fitzclarence proposed under that timeâ€"shout ten or eleven weeks, I should any.” UThree months? Well, all I can say is marriage is not the fettered state that we bachelors imagine it to be. I had no idea that one could get leave of absence for half that time. Ihope my wife will be as accom- modating as Fay.” “There was a: concealed sarcasm in Erle’a careless speech that jarred upon Hugh, and he answered angrily, “ I wish you would not talk such nonsense, Erle. Fay has the sense to know that my health requires complete change, and I hall not be the man I was without it. I ought to have had three months last time, only her illness recalled me. But now I can leave her more happily.” “ What will you do with yourself, dear," he continued, briskly. “Don’t you think it would be the best thing to go down to Daintree and show your baby to Aunt Griselda ‘2” “Just as you like.” was the indifferent answer. But Erle interrupted her. H037 _long do you mean to absent bosom of your family, The Place for Our Superfluous Girls. Keep a. close watch to-night_ and see which of the one hundred young gentlemen of our town esccrt the six young ladies to the concertâ€"anM (Texax) Advance. “ Yessum," nsponded Willie, with the air of one famil'm‘ with the subject, “ meat comes from the butcher’s.” Lessons in Natural Philosophy. ” Yes. Tommy," said the teacher of the infant class, “ thatis righhvegetables come from the gromd ; and now can Willie Waffles tell us where meat comes from ?” The Brockville Recorder publishes the fol- lowing: “ The writer was on the road to Farmersville and had to wait some time at the Elbe toll-gate, which was blocked up by a waggon with a hay rack. As we finally drove up and handed over our four cents the old lady in charge of the gate said: ‘ If you wait long enough I’ll tell you why that man was so long here. You see this morn- ing he went past with a load of hay so large it would not go through the gate. To help him out of the trouble my husband and myself got rails from the fenceand fixed up the side of the road. so that he could drive around the gate and he get by without unloading. When he came back just now he refused to pay only one way, as he said he had only gone through the gate once. What do you think of that ? ’ said the old lady as we drove on.” “ You are very unhappy, darling,” she went on, pressing the letter in her hands ; “you are terribly unhappy because you can- not love me and care for your boy ; but you shall not be troubled with us any longer; and, indeed, I could not stopâ€"’7 and here a blush of shame came to her sweet faceâ€" “ knowing what I know now. No, baby and I will go, and you shall not leave your beautiful home and get lost in those hor- rible deserts; you shall stay here and learn to forget all your troubles, and presently you will be happy ; and it is I who will go, my dearest." “ No, no, my bonnie Hugh,” she said at last, with a. dim smile, as she lifted up her eyes to his portrait; ; “if one must be sacri- ficed it shall not be you#no, my dearest, it shall not be you.” And then, in her child- iah ignorance, she made up her mind that Hugh should not go to Egypt. Hugh never finished this letter; some- thing happened to distract his attention, and he never found an opportunity of com- pleting it. The night before he had read it over, and the beginning had not pleased him. “I will write another when I am away,” he said to himself; “ 1am afraid she will feel herself hurt if she reads this, poor little thing. I have not been sufficiently considerate.” Unfortunately Fay had come to a different conclusion. She thought the letter had been written to Margaret, and that the “she” who was mentioned was Hugh’s wife. Yes, it was his wife of whom Hugh spoke when he said the same place could not hold them both, and for “place” the unhappy girl substituted “house.” Hugh could not remain in the same house with her. “ She was good and gentle; if she knew all,”â€"ah! and she did know allâ€"~“ she would own that it was his duty; his present life was unendurable," and thereforeâ€"therefore he was going to Egypt with that dreadful man who would lead him into danger. “One or other of us must leave, and of course it must be I.” the letter was torn across, and ray read no more. But as she stood there her fingers stiffened over the paper, and an icy chill seemed to rob her of all feeling. She thought that letter was written to Margaret. and now her despair had reached its climax. Poor, unhappy Wee Wifie; it was a most fatal mistake. That letter had been written b aiid it was addressed to his wife. He had come to the conclusion that he had lived the life of a hypocrite long enough, and that it would be wiser and more honest if he unburdened himself of his unhappy secret and told Fay why better to go away. He had tried to speak ’ to her once, but she did not seem to under- stand, and he had grown irritable and impatient ; it would be easier to make excuses for himself on paper. He could tell her truly that he was very fond of her, and that he wanted to make her happy. “ I mean to make you a good husband,”he had said in a previous portion; “ one of these days, if you are patient with me, you shall be the happiest little woman in the world.” Hugh never finished this letter; some- thinn hnnnnnnfl tn (Naive/w kin nHâ€"nann Hugh one night when he could not sleep, - he had thought it , An extraordinary scene occurred in All j Saints’ Church, Woodford Wells, Essex. 1t 1 was the occasion of the usual harvest festival and the building was crowded. As soon as the service commenced an elderly man, of gentlemanly appearance, jumped up from his seat excitedly, and, pointing to a lady who was entering, exclaimed, “ Oh, what a bonnet 1" He continued muttering to himself, and occasionally starting to his _ feet during the prayers, as well as heating time with his hands to the music. The churchwardens and others endeavored to pacify him, but when they approached him he placed himself in a threatening attitude, , the consequence being that no one was able 1 I to lay hold of him. Meanwhile many of . the worshippers left the church in a state of alarm. When the first hymn was given out by the vicar, the man again jumped up suddenly, left his pew and advanced toward the vicar, every one expecting something serious to happen. The man, however, went 1 up to a lady,put his arms around her and : embraced her, to her great consternation. , He then turned and walked out of the church and no one followed him. He is a stranger to the locality, and the supposition 1 is that he is an escaped lunatic. “ So you must not blame me, dear, if I have come to the conclusion that the same place cannot hold us bothâ€"at least not for a time. One or other of us must leave; and of course it must be I. The misery of it is too great for my endurance, until I can learn to forget the past; and, as I have told you before, Margaret,”â€"the word lightly scratched through and “ I " substituted, only Fay never noticed thiSâ€"-“ I think it right to go; and time and absence will help us both. She is so good and gentle; if she knew all, she would own that this is my duty; butâ€"” here the letter was torn across, and Fay read no more. But as she stood there her fingers stiffened over the paper, and an icy chill seemed to rob her of all feeling. She thought that letter was written to Margaret. and now her despair had reached its climax. “For, indeed, I have done all that a. man can do, or at least the best that is in me, and have only been beaten and humiliated at every turn. I can do no more. My ill- ness has exhausted me, and taken away all strength of resistance; and though it; may seem cowardly to you. I am forced to run away, for my present life is nnendurable. Just put yourself in my place, and think what I must suffer. ‘7 . . . Ahd now I have told you all frankly, and however much you may condemn me, at least you will be sorry for It wags a mere fragment, and was appar- ently the concluding portion of a. long expllnatqry getter. It was : duty she had taken upon herself from the rat. Sir Hugh had a masculine horror of what he called servants‘ interfer- ence ~he lever allowed them to touch the papers onhis writing-table or bureau; and his strctures on the feminine duster W036 so severe that no one but Mrs. Heron ever ventured even to remove the overflowing waste-paper baskets. But when Fay came to the Hall she‘ assumed the duty as her right, and took a great pride and pleasure in her task; and Hugh’s first marital praise was bestowed on the clever little fingers that tidied without disarranging his cherished papers, and afterthat the work became her daily pleasure. But this morning there was an unusual amount of disorder and confusion. Sir Hugh had sat up late the previous night sorting and des- troying his letters; and not only the baskets but the floor was heaped with a profusion of tom paper. Fay felt weak and tired, and she went about her work slowly; but she would not ring for a servant to help her; it would be a long time before she tidied Hugh’s papers again, she thought. And then her attention was attracted by an unfinished letter lying at the bottom of the debris which she first believed had been thrown away by mistakeâ€"but on closer inspection she found it was torn across. But it was in her husband’s handwriting. Fay never knew why the temptation came to her to read that letter. A sentence had caught her eye, and an intense wish suddenly came over her to read the whole and know what it meant. Afterwards she owned that her fault had been a great one ; but she was to pay dearly for her girlish curiosity. was a. rehf to Fay when the Hon. Algernon departed. Hugh was to join him in town for a. dapr two to procure his outfit, and then com back to the Hall to bid Fay good- bye. It as on the second day after their guest hd left Redmond Hall that Fay vent into her husband’s room to lust and arrange his papers as usual. Mark Twain‘s Meanest Man Outdone. (To be continued.) There are nearly 5,000 Hungarian voters in the city of New York. Husband#Getting ready for the opera. ? Wifeâ€"Yes, dear. H.â€"D’ye know why a. woman getting ready for the opera. reminds me of an un- plucked fowl ? W.â€"-Not knowing, can’t say. H.â€"Because she has to be undressed to be dressedr-Bostan Courier. ” Hello 1 Ella, my girl, where’s your pm? Haven’t seen him on the street in a long time." “ He's sick.” “And where’s your ma ‘2 Haven’t seen her lately. “ She’s sick.” “ Where’s your brother George? Don’t see him any more.” “ He’s sick.” “And where are you going in Inch a hurry ?” “ Going to the doctor’s. I‘m sick.” “ What, all sick ? What‘s the matter ‘2” “ Oh, Cousin Nell has come to board at our house. and she’s taking music lessons.” In a recent lecture at Rochester, Rev, C A. Johnson, in dealing with the subject of “Evolution,” said: “I propose to solve this vexed question and present evolution in its proper light,. so that you can under- stand what evolution is composed of, relative to the material which go to make it up. Evolution is as settled a scientific doctrine as the laws of gravitation. It is of great importance for us to know whether man descended from a stock of primates back to which we may trace the converging pedigrees of monkeys and baboons until their ancestry becomes indistinguishable from that of rabbits and squirrels. We shall have some difficulty in settling the questions that at times arise from the cases of human nature which exists potentially in mere inorganic matter and the chain of spontaneous derivation which connects incandescent moleculus or star- dust with the world and with man himself.” ‘ Keep this advertisement of the trading- house Joee Gamera Cruz and use it as a. pocket in order to place the visiting cards. k Dont purchases nothing until visit this establishment. Orfmmenfi 6f edifices in ambian style in 3.115 class of works and arabesques flowers p035. The prices are very reduceds and incredi bles. We remit the demands out Spain with regginesq {and ‘econpmy. Warehouse of the photographs of the Alhambra and Generalife and images in boil-clay of the best famous andalusxans exemplars types. Windows, porches and models of Gener- alife Said Palace Tower of Infantas and others Arabian monuments of architectural importance. Geometricals reductions of the more con- spicuous and better conserveds reliefs of the Alhambra. AIZabian galacg. r As She is Wrote. The Gran Establecimiento de Modelos of Jose Gamero Cruz, Granada, advertises as follows : A Remarkable Subterranean Bellows Near a Texas Town. About 100 miles east of El Paso, near Sierra Blaneo, on the line of the Texas & Pacific Railway, there is a strange phe- nomenon that has just come to public notice. The authority for the statements about to be made is ex-Governor John C. Brown, of Tennessee, receiver of the Texas & Pacific, who visited this city a few days ago, accompanied by several officials of the road, in whose jurisdiction the phenomenon is located. Governor Brown and Superin- tendent Judy told the story to one or two persons here, and it has just come out. About three years ago the Texas & Pacific Railway Company undertook to sink an artesian well a few miles east of Sierra Blanco, which is a little hamlet, 95 miles east of El Paso. The workmen put the pipe down about 600 feet, when suddenly an underground cavern was struck, the drill dropped about 6 feet and a current of air rushed up the pipe. Drilling ceased and the well was aban- doned, the 600 feet of pipe remaining in the ground and givingaconneotion between the surface of the earth and the subter- ranean cavity a quarter of a mile beneath. The phenomenon did not at that time attract the attention of any one sufficiently to investigate. Recently, however, Super. intendent Judy’s attention was called to it, and his personal examination and inquiries have developed peculiar facts and testi- mony about the wonderful well. Gov. Brown stopped to see it on his way here. Not many people live near the well, but those who do reside in the neighborhood of it are thoroughly acquainted with it. Ever since it was abandoned, three years ago, the people near by have been in the habit of going and sitting about the well in sum- mer to enjoy the cool and invigorating air that rushes up the pipe. One of the strangest things is the fact that the cur- rent of air ebbs and flows like the ocean tides. From 10.15 a.m. to 10 15 pm. acurrent of air rushes out of the pipe with a sound that resembles the noise made by a locomotive blowing off steam so loud that it can be heard for forty or fifty yards. At. 10.15 p. m. the overflow of air ceases and a strong suction sets in, which lasts for the next twenty-four hours, this ebb and flow continuing day after day. It has been observed by horsemen that whenever they get in the neighbor- hood of the well strong magnetic forces [are felt and sparks are given off if the . horse’s mane is touched. Recently a man ‘ from Sierra Blanco was sitting close to the well, and on taking out his pocketâ€"knife found a nail which he had in his pocket ,‘clinging to the knife. He held the knife ‘ in the current of the air and found the , magnetic property was greatly increased. Several weeks ago Supt. Judy held his pocketknife in the current of air for four ,minutes, and the knife is still strongly - magnetized from the effect. The over- flowing current of air is believed to possess remarkable curative properties. Its efficacy is to be tested by experiments upon cases of paralysis and other diseases. The people who hve near the wonderful well call it the “fountain of youth.”â€" Grzlveston News. Extraordinary Scene in a Church. Somewhat Contagion The Origin of Man. MAGNETIC W] ND‘ A Mean Man. A constitution for the proposed annual Industrial Exhibition in Ottawa has been approved by the Citizens’ Sub-Committee, and will be submitted to the general com.- mittee for adoption to-morrow. câ€"‘ The Ontario dz Niagara Navigation Company’s new steel steamer the Cibola was successfully launched yesterday at Deseronto. He!“ Yes, I’ve heard that before, but when it comes to paying the Weekly board bill the landlord don‘t seem to think so.” Sheâ€"“ Why do you look so unhappy, George? Don’t you know We are one, now ?” Putnam’s Corn Extractor Is the best remedy for some extant. It acts quickly, makes no sore spots and effects a radical cure. A hundred imitations prove its value. Take neither substitutes offered as good nor the close imitations of the genuine too often offered. For Constipation. “liver complaints,” or biiiousness, sick headache, and all diseases arising from a. disordered condition of the liver and stomach, take Dr. Pierce’s Pleasant Purgative Pelletsâ€"a gentle laxa- tive or active cathartic, according to size of dose. mMr. Edison is unquestionably the smartest inventor of the age, butif he really wants to serve his fellow man let him invent a. machine that will takeall the little bones out of fish. Was America Ever Discovered ? At the time when Columbus started in search of the New World nearly every man, woman and child in Europe insisted that there was no New World to discover. When he came back, crowned with success, a. large proportion of these good people ad~ hered to their theory; and if they were alive to-day many ofthem would doubtless insist that America. had never been dis- covered at all. A man will give up any- thing in the world more readily than a pet theory. For example, look at the indi- viduals who still maintain that consump- tion is incurable. Dr. Pierce’s Golden Medical Discovery has cured thousands upon thousands of cases, and will cure thousands more, but these people can’t give up their point. Nevertheless the “ Dis~ covery ” will cure any case of consumption, if taken in time. “The old piano seems almost bursting with happiness again toâ€"night. It fairly delights me to hear it. I’m so glad the young folks are not going away from the house next door, now that they are main tied. I should miss the piano, oh, so much. My i What a divine hymn of grati- tude and bliss there is in those simple, soulful measures that the happy little woman is playing now ! Heigh-ho 1 That young fellow gota rare treasure! But I don’t envy him. Noâ€"Iâ€"don’tâ€"believeâ€" Iâ€"do. But, anyhow, here is his health, and long life to the young couple. ‘ May they live long and prosper l’ ” “ Well, bless me if it isn‘t almost too good to be true. So heisn’t drowned, after all? I wonder what they all thought of me for rushing in where the returned lover and his sweetheart, almost wild with joy, were clasped close in each other’s arms, with the rest of the family standing about weeping for gladness. I suppose I had no right to intrude, but that scream justified it. “There is resignation in the piano’s tones to-night. The steameris lost. They have given up all hope. I saw a man of prayer at the house this evening. He has doubtless comforted her. But. oh, what unspeakable sadness there was in her face, as she stood at the window this evening as I passed 1 Yes, the piano is resignei to- night. In sad, Iow tones it speaks of heaven, and reunion, and peace and joy unutterablel There are still tears in its notes, to be sure, but they are brightened with hope. And now the hope grows stronger and seems almost ready to burst forth into a hymn of celestial gladness. But there, the door-bell rings, the music stops, andâ€"what was that ? A scream ? The Romance Woven from the Strains of the Piano Next Door. I wonder why the piano isn’t going this evening? My pretty little neighbor must be otherwise engaged. The door-bell rang amoment ago, so Sir Welcome Beau is doubtless in attendance. Ah, me 1 I be- lieve I’m just awee bit jealous of that handsome, smiling fellow. It’s a little trying for a crusty old bachelor to sit up here in his lonely den and wonder what those two young people are about next door. Humph 1 They’re probably enjoy- ing themselves after the manner of young folks. Sentiment and small talk without limit is doubtless the bill-of-fare. Yes, yes, how silly I am to envy them. Isn’t this fresh magazine and my generous pipe of “Lone Jack’ far preferable to such nonsense 1 Of course it is! “ Great Heavens! I shall go wild if this continues 1 Every evening since that steamship has been overdue the agonized tones of the piano have almost driven me crazy. And there it goes again, telling me over and over, in weird, distracted tones : ‘ He is dead, dead, dead; he is drowned, he is drowned. I, too, will die, will die; I, too. will die.’ And those wild, piteous chords! Do they breathe a prayer? I think they must. Ah! how they pierce my heart I “ Yes, little maid, I know you are very sad this evening. The first plaintive note of the piano told me so; and there’s no use in your repeating it so often. You’ll make me sad, too, if you don’t stop soon. How often has the piano told me, within the past two weeks, that he has gone. 011, so farâ€"iarâ€"far awayâ€"away~â€"away ; across the seaâ€"the sea~theâ€"sea ; and you’re so lonelyâ€"so lonely, that your heart is almost breakingâ€"breakingâ€"breakingâ€" breaking. Poor little girl i I wish I could cheer her up. I’d give my right hand to bring her absent lover back to her this minute. Well, I declare l is that more tears ? I’m getting to be as soft as a woman. I must cease this moping here in my den, every evening, listening to that sentimental little woman pouring her heart out at her piano. It’s not good for me, I’m afraid. “ Ah I there, she’s playing now ! How she makes that instrument speak! It voices her very feeling more truly than ever tongue could. Yea, he’s certainly there to-night; and she‘s talking to him through that piano just as plainly as can be, the little minxl I wonder if he can interpret her music ? There, now, those quick treble notesâ€" those bird-like runs and (stillsâ€"don’t they say, just as plainly as daylight : “ I’m so glad you came tonightâ€"so glad, so glad, so glad, glad, glad, glad, glad ;" and now those softer, deeper notes 1 Can’t you hear?‘ “ For I love you. O. I love you, love you, love, love, loveâ€"” Oh, you young looney, you! Why don‘t you take her right off that piano-stool and fold her in your arms and kiss her ? I have no p9.- tience with such a. young noodle. What wouldn’t I give to be down there in your place for just one minute, young man~just one single minute! Ah! There, now! The music suddenly stops! The young- ster’s evidently come to his senses at last 1 Well, God bless themâ€"God bless them I What ! is that a tear 7 It is, by Jupiter! and I’ve let my pipe go out, too, and haven’t turned a leaf in that magazine yet. What an old idiot I am, to be sure ! Six Months After Marriage. A BAGHBLOR’S REVBRIE. When I fly cure I do not menu marer to slap them [or ; “me And then have them return again. I mean I rudlc-l eure‘ lhave made the dluenle of HTS, EPILEPSY or FALL ING SICKNESSB “fa-long atndy. I wnx'nml my re Had. to cure the worst cases. Bee-use others have failed?! no reason for not now receiving a cure. Send At once {or I Ire-use and a Free Bottle of my lufnlllble remedy. GI" Exprus and Post omen. It com you nomlng {or - um, gm 1 willeurelon. Address DB. E. G. BOOT, fiififiéfi'fi'flhfi,‘37Yhfi‘ié'3’tfi'firunto, [GUBE FITS! D U N N’S BAKING POWDE THE CDDK’S BEST mufil‘j For us. Gash furnished on satisfactory gxmmnt; Address 0. S. PAGE, Hyde Park, Vermont. U. I AND TRADERS GENERALLY, We want a GOOD MAN in your locality to pick I have a punitive remedy for the nbow ducal! ; by in ma thousnnds of onsol of ms worst klud an" oflnnl I‘ludlnu h-ve been cured. Indeed, no firm: my mm In It: cfllcncy, that I wlll send TWO BOTTLES p, " ‘O‘Ithal with I VALUABLE TREATISE on fill! an...- ‘0 guy Inflerer. Give expresl and P. 0, uddre Branch Ofliéé". 3'7a'f33é‘3'SL. Tel-unto GDNSUMFTIDN. He Couldn’t Pray or sing, but He Could Keep the Dogs Out of Church. The Rev. E. A. chkinson, editor of the Religious Herald, of Richmond, Va.., was telling the Philadelphia. Baptist Associa- tion the other day how necessary it was to enlist the active services of every member of a. congregation, when some one perti- nently asked: “ What are you going to do With a. man that can’t do anything ?” erend journalist. “ Every man is of so use. If he can’t do one thing he can‘do another. The point is to find outjust what he is fit for, and having found it put him at it. This recalls an actual experi- ence I once had in a. backwoods congrega- tion in Virginia. It was my first visit among the people and I was anxious to make it successful. It should be remem- bered that church in the backwoods means a gathering of all the people and a good many dogs. After the opening hymn I called on old Deacon Blank to lead us in prayer. . “ That’s a mistake,” returneduthe rm For Weak Lungs. Spitting of Biood. Short- ness of Breath. Chronic Nasal Catal‘rh, Brou- chitis, Asthma. Severe Ceuglls, and kindred affections. it. is an efficient remedy. Sold bv Drugg‘ists, at $1.00, or Six Bottle: for 5.0V). Send ten cents in stamps for Dr. Pierce's book an Consumption. Address. World’s Dispensary Medical Association, I which Is Scrofula oftlw Lungs, is arrested and cured by this remedy. if taken in the earlier stages of the disease. From its mar- velous power over this terribly fatal disease, whvn first offering this now Wfll‘ldâ€"fllllk‘d româ€" edy to the public. Dr. Pierce thought seriously of calling it his “CONSUMPTION CURE." but abandoned that name as too restrictive fur a medicine which, from its wonderful com- bination of tonic, or strengthening. alter: a or blood-cleansing. anti-bilious. pectora nutritive properties. is unequaled. not 5‘ as a remedv for Consumption, but for all Chronic Diseases of the Thoroughly cleanse it b using Dr. Pier-00’s Golden Medical 1) scovery, and good digestion, a fair skin, buoyant spir"s. vim! strength and bodily health will be established. Lhivgr,~ Bluegland iLungs. “ ‘ ’Taint no use askin’ me,‘ he said, ‘ I can’t do 1t.’ stamp§ “be a liu-ée VTreéfxsé. WiihvE‘THH-‘Iei plates. on Skin Diseases, or the same amount. for a Treatise on Scrofulous Afl'ecn‘ons. “ ‘Suppose you start the next hymn, then?’ “ ‘ Can’t sing either.’ “ ‘ How about taking up the collection ‘2 I guess you can manage that ?’ “ Nop. I’m a. bad hand at getting ’rounfl. _ Bettqr get? some one else.‘ from a common Blotch, or Eru )tion. to the worst Scrofula. Sult~1‘h0um, “Fever-sures," Sculy or Rou h Skin. in short. all diSHiSt'F caused by bu blood are conquered by this powerful, purifying, and invigorating medi- cine. Grout Eating Ulcers rapidly lwnl under its benign influence. Especially has it muniâ€" fested its potency in curing Tutti-1', E um, Erysipglus, Boils. Curbnnclea. Sore Eyes. Scruf- ulous‘Sorl‘ys {ma Sycllings, Hip-jg t _l)i§\g‘n5<~_ “FOR THE BLOOD IS THE LIFE.” n Noticing the»? the old fellow carried a stout walking stick an idea. was suggested. “ ‘Well, brother, do you think you’re able to keep 911‘s tihe? @ogs ?’ r 7 “ ‘ You bet I air,’ he confidently replied. Then taking a. seat at the door, he battled with the brutes throughout the meeting, and after it was over more than one of the congregation was followed home by yelpâ€" ing cure with broken limbs. Chronic nasal catarrh positively cured by Dr. Snge’s Remedy. Anton von Werner is painting a picture of Kaiser Wilhelm at the age of 90, sitting surrounded by his family. It is to be a jubilee present to Queen Victoria. from the Germans resident in England. If you have all. or any considerable number of these symptoms, you are suffering from that most common of American maladiesâ€"â€" Bilious Dyspepsia. or Torpid Liver. associated with Dyspepsia, or Indigestion. The more complicated your disease has become, the greater the number and diversity of symp- toms. No matter what stage it has reached. Dr. Pierce’s Golden Me lcal Discovery will subdue it, if taken according to direc- tions for a reasonable length of time. If not cured. complications multiply and Consump- tion of the Lun a. Skin Diseases, Heart Disease, Rheumatism, idne Disease, or other grave maladies are quite liable to et in and, sooner or later. induce 9. fatal termination. Dr. Picrce’s Golden Medical Dls- cover act ) ‘ ill h ' v ( mgrmflé’flfiérfljnw391WWéfisfltf cleanses the system of all blood-mints and im- purities, froni whatever cause arising. It is equally efficacious in acting upon the Kidâ€" neys. and other excretory organs, cleansing. strengthening, and healing their diseases. As an appetizing, restorative tonic, it promotes digestion and nutrition, thereby building up both flesh and strength. In malarial districts, this wonderful medicine has gained [[l‘l‘flt celebrity in curing Fever and Agile, Chills nud Fe_yer, Dumb Ague1 and kindred diseases. Every man has his sphere of usefulness â€"Philadelphia Bulletin. Dr.'Pien-ce"é déidéiimiv‘l “his. covery Acunes 5L1, HUMOBS, feet, drowsiness after meals, wakefulness. or disturbed and um‘efreshing sleep. constant. indescribable feeling of dread. or of impend- ing” ca]au_xity ? Do you feel dull. languid, lowâ€"spirited, lire. less, and indosm-ibuhly misci‘able.-both physi- cally and mentally; experience a sense of fullness or bloating after eating, or of “gone- ness." or emptiness of stomach in the morn- ing, tongue coated, bitter or bad taste in mouth irregular appetite. dizziness, freqlmt hendac ms, blurred eyesight, “ floating 8pc ~s " before the eyes. nervous prosm'atiou 01- exâ€" haustion. irritability of temper. hot flu-shes, alternating with chillÂ¥l Sensations. shin-l) lining: transient pgius e1:e am} there. cod Merchants, Butcher; CONSUMRT!QN, ,4. 1.. n.._A4--_-_ A»; ; 663 Main St" BUFFALO, N. Y. CALFSKINS A'USEFUL BEACON. HAI DONL.46 8'). AILS YO U?