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“ Ay, ay,” returned Mrs Duncan, in a. bewildered tone ; but she hardly took in the sense of J ean‘s speechâ€"she was rock- ing the baby in her old arms and looking at the pretty, white, sunken face that lay on the chintz cushion. Of course it was little Miss Mordaunt, but what did it mean-â€" What could it all mean 7 " Ay. my bonnie woman,” she said, ” you have given J emu and me aturn; and there’s the big doggie, too, that would be after licking your faceâ€"and for all he knows you are better nowâ€"like a. Christian. Run away, Jean, and warm :1 sup of milk for the buirn, and maybe his mother would like a. cup of tea. and a. freshly-baked scone. There, give me the baby, and I’ll hold him while you are gone." “Mrs. Duncan," whispered Fay, as she raised herself on her pillow, “ I have come to you because I am so unhappy, and I “ There’s Andrew bringing in a. heap of boxes," observed Jean, stolidly ; “will he be setting them down in the porch ? for we must not wake the minister.” “ Gracious heavens l” exclaimed the star- tled woman ; then, as her basket and scissors rolled to the ground, ” Jeanulass, where are you? here are two bairna, and one of them looks fit to faintâ€"sly, why,it is never our dear little Miss Mordaunt? Why, my bairn ” But at this moment a red- haired, freckled woman, with a. pleasant, weather-beaten face, quietly lifted the mother and child, and carried them into a dusky little parlor ; and in another minute Fay found herself lying on a couch, and the baby crying lustily in Jean’s arms, while the little old lady was bathing her face with some cold, fragrant water, with the tears rolling down her cheeks. “ No. no, wait a. moment,” replied Fey, hurriedly. “ I must see if Mrs. Duncan be at home- Will you help me out ‘2” for her imbs were trembling under her, and the weight of the baby was too much for her exhausted strength. She felt as though she could never get to the end of the steep little garden, or reach the stone porch. Yes; it was the same old grey house she remem- bered. with the smell diemond-pened windows twinkling in the sunshine ; and as she toiled up the narrow path, with Nero barking delightedly round her, the door opened, and a. little old lady with a. white hood drawn over her white curls,a.nd a. gar. dening basket on her arm, stepped out into the porch. Fay gave a little cry when she saw her. “ Oh, Mrs. Duncan,” she said ; and she and the baby together seemed to totter and collapse in the little old lady's arms. A moment later the vehicle stopped before a. white gate set in a. hedge of tall laurels and arbutus, and the driver got down and came round to the Window “ Yonder’s t’ mange. Will I carry in the boxes for the leddy ‘3” Oh. those glorious Highland mountains, with their rugged peaks, against which the fretted clouds “ get wrecked and go to pieces.” What a glory, what a miracle they are 1 On sunny mornings with their infinity of wondrous color so softly, so harmoni- ously blended; now changing like an opal with every cloud that sails over them, and now with deep violet shadows hunting their hollows, sunny breaks and flecks, and long glowing stretches of heather. Well has Jean Ingelow sung of them: ". . . . White raiment, the ghostly capes that screen them. Of the storm winds that beat them, their thunder rentq and scars, And the paradise oi purple, and the golden slopes atwelm themf’ ‘ for surely there could not be & grander or fairer scene on God’s earth than this. It was towards evening, at the close of a. lovely September day, that a. rough equip- page laden with luggage, with a. black retriever gamboling joyously beside it crept rather slowly down the long lovely road by the Deeside leading to Rowan-Glen. one of those rare gems of Highland scenery that are set so ruggedly in the Cairngorm moun- tains. Fay had just sheltered her sleeping baby from the rays of the setting sun ; and sat wearin in the jolLing carriage, trying to recall all the familiar landmarks that greeted beg eyes. By and by came a. few low cottages built of grey stone, and thatched with heather fastened down with a. rough net-work of ropes. One or two of them were covered with honeysuckle and clematis, and had tiny gardens filled with vegetables and flowers, pinks and roses mingling in friendly confusion with gooseberry bushes and oabbuges. A narrow plunked passage ran through the cottages, with a door at the other end opening on to a. small field, with the usual cow-house, peat and straw stacks, and a little shed inhabited by a few scraggy cocks and hens which with “ tea. coo ” herself are the household property of all,even the poor- est, of the Highland peasants. Fay looked eagerl} past them. and for a. moment forgot her trouble and weariness; for there, In the distance, as they turmd the cornernstretnhed the lung irregular rungs of the Omrngorm mountains, with the dark shadow of the Forest of Mar at their base; while to the right, far above the lesser and more fertile hills, rose the snowy heads of those stately patriarehsâ€"Ben-muich-dhui and Ben-na-bourd. There were the grounds and preserves of Moncrieff, with their lovely fringes of dark ine trees and silvery birches, and a little further on the Wicket gate that led down to the falls or linn of Rowan- Glen. SIR HUGH’S LOVES. ” You ask me wh I feel so young, I‘m sure, frien s, I can't tell, But think it is my good Wife's fault, Who kept me up so well ; For women such as she are scarce In this poor vale of tears; She‘s given me love and hope and strength For more than forty years. Ah I there he is, lad, at the plough ; He beats the boys for work, And whatsoe'er the xask might be None ever saw him Shirk. And he can laugh, too, till his eyes Run o‘er with mirthful tears, And sing full many an old-time song, In spite of seventv vears. ” Good morning, friends I 'cis twelve o’clock Time for a half-hour's rest," And farmer John took out his lunch And ate it With a zesti “ A harder 'ask it is," said he, " Than following up these steers, Or mending fences, far, for me To feel my seventy yeax s. “ And then my boys have all done well, As far as they have gone, And that thingwarms an old man's blood And helps him up and on ; My girls have never caused a. pang. 0r raised up anxious fears ; Then wonder not than I fee] young And 111119 at seventy years. Ah! frienus, that wouldn't do for me; I like my own way best. They have their duty ; I have mine, And till the and appears I mean to smell the soil, my friends," Said the man of seventy vents. Dear are the thousand streams that sing Down tn the sunny sea, But dearer to my lunging heart Were one bright hour with thee Helen M arion Burnside, “ Why don‘t my good boys do my work And let me sit. and rent ? THE MANSE AT ROWAN-GLEN. Weary I am, and all so fair, Longing to clasp a. hand ; For thou an very far, sweet love, From my mountain land. Dear are the hill-side glooms and gleums. Their varied purple hew, This opal sky. with distant peak Catching its tender blue. Dear are the clouds yon giant bens Fold o'er their rugged breasts, Grandly their straggling skirts lift up Over the snow-flecked crests. The Farmer’s Seventy Years. CHAPTER XXXIII. Mrs. Duncan told Fay that she had had greatdifiiculty in makingherhusband under- stand the facts of the case.‘ 'His brain was j net a wee bit clouded to every-day matters," she said; but he knew that he had guests at the Mann, and Jean had plenty of work in her hands, but she never grumbled. There was the baby’s washing and extra. cooking. and the care of her old master. But in spite of her hard work. she often contrived to find her way to the pink room ; for Jean worshipped babies, and it was a proud moment when she could get the boy in her arms and carry him out for a breath ‘of 8.11‘. It was a delight to her motherly nature to dress and undress Fay’s bonnie boy. She would prose for hours about Robbie and Elsie as she sat beside the homely cradle that had once held her own children, while Fay listened languidly. It was all she could do to lie there and sleep and eat. Perhaps it was bodily exhaustion, but a sort of lull had come to her. She ceased to fret, and only wondered dreamily if Hugh were very pleased to get rid of her, and what he was doing. and who dusted and arranged his papers for him now she wasno longer there. But; of course Mrs. Heron would see to that. Mrs. Duncan was quite in her elementâ€"petting her guest, and ordering Jean about; for she was a. brisk, bustling little woman, and far more active than her three-score-and-ten years warranted. Fay was not able to rise from the bed the next day; indeed for more than a. week she was almost as helpless as a. baby, and had to submit to a. great deal of nursing. She hardly woke up when Mrs. Luncan placed the baby in her arms, and left them with a murmured benediction, and went down for a. gossip with Jean. “ And a lovelier sight my old eyes never saw,” she said, “than that young creature, who looks only a child herself, with the bonnie boy in her arms, and her golden-brown hair cover- ing them both. ’Deed, Jean, the man must have an evil spirit in him to ill-treat a little angel like that. But we will keep her safe, my woman, as sure as my name is Jeanie Duncan ;" and to this Jean agreed. They were both innocent unsophisticated women who knew nothing of the world’s ways, and, as Mrs. Duncan had said, “they would as soon have turned a sham lamb away, and left it exposed to the tempest,” as shut their door against Fay and her child. have no other friend. I am married, and this is my baby, and my husband does not want me. and in.(eed it would have killed me to stop with him, and I have come to you, and he must not find me, and you must take care of baby and me,” and here her tears burst out, and she clung round the old lady’s neck, “ I have money, and I can pay the minister; and I am so fond of you both â€"â€"â€"do let me stay.” “ Whisht, whisht, my dearie," returned Mrs. Duncan, wiping her own eyes and Fey’s. “ Of course you shall bide with me; would either Donald or I turnout the sham lamb to face the tempest ? Married, my bail-n; why you look only fit for a cot your- self; and with a bairn of yd’ur own, too. And to think that any man could ill-use a. creature like that,” half to herself; but Fay drooped her head as she heard her. Mrs. Duncan thought Hugh was cruel to her: and that she had fled from his i11- treatment, and she dare not contradict this notion. “ You must never speak to me of my hue- band,” continued Fay, with an agitation that still further misled Mrs. Duncan. “ I should have died if I had stopped with him ; but I ran away, and I knew he would never find me here. I have money enoughâ€"ah, plentyâ€"so you will not be put to expense. You may take care of my purse; and I have moreâ€"a. great deal more,” and Fay held out to the dazzled eyes of the old lady a. purse full of bank notes and glittering gold pieces, which seemed riches itself to her Highland simplicity. “ Ay, he is as fine and hearty as our Rob- bie was,” observed Mrs. Duncan with a. sigh; and so she prattled on, now praising the baby‘s beauty, and now commenting on the fineness of his cambric shirts, and the value of the lace that trimmed his night- dress, until Fay fell asleep, and thought she was listening to a little brook that had overflowed its banks, and was running down a stony hillside. It was well that the mother and child had fallen into the hands of these good Samaritans. In spite of her wretchedness and the strange Weight that lay so heavy on her young heart, a sort of hazy comfort stole over Fay as she lay between the coarse lavendenscented sheets and listened to her baby’s 0003 as he stretched his little limbs in the warm firelight. Jean helped Fay unpack a. few necessary articles, and then Went down to Warm the porridge for her master’s supper ; but Mrs. Duncan pinned up her grey stuffgown and sat down by the fire to undress the baby, while Fay languidly got ready for bed. , “ Ay, and just look at the diamonds and emeralds on your fingers, my dearie; your man must haveplenty of this world’sgoods. What do they call him, my helm, and where does he live?" But Fay skilfully fenced these questions. She called herself Mrs. St. Clair, she said, and her husband was it landed proprieter, an ived in one of the midlsnd counties in Engnd ; end then she turne l Mrs. Duncan’s attention by ask- ing her if she and baby might have the room her father slept in. Then Jean brought in the tea and buttered scones, and the milk for the baby; and while Mrs. Duncan fed him. she told Fay about her own trouble. For the kind, White-headed minister, whom Fay remembered, was lying now in his last iilness; and he had had two strokes of paralysis, and the third would carry him off, the doctor said. “One blessing is, my Donald does not suffer,” continued Mrs. Duncan, with a. quiver of her lip; “he is quite helpless, poor man, and cannot stir himself,anddean lifts him up as though he were a. baby ; but he sleeps most of his time, and when he is awake he never troublesâ€"he just talks about the old time when he brought me first to the mange; and sometimes he funcies Robbie and Elsieare pulling flowers in the gardenâ€"and no doubt they areâ€"the darlings, only it is in the garden of Pure- dise; and maybe there are plenty of roses and lilies there, such as Solomon talked about in the Canticles.” But “ the big doggie " was of a different opinion; he quite approved of his hostess, but it was against his principles to allow his mistress to go out of his sight. Things were on a different footing now; and ever since they had left Redmond Hall, Nero considered himself responsible for the safety of his two charges ; so he quietly followed them into the pleasant low-ceilingefl bed, room, with its window lookingover the old- fashioned garden and orchard, and laid himself down with his nose between his paws, watching Jean fill the baby’s bath, to the edification of the two women. ” And who takes the duty for Mr. Dun- can ‘2” asked Fay, who was much dis- tressed to hear this account of her kind old friend. “ Well, our nephew, Fergus, rides over from Corrie to take the services for the Sabbath. He is to be wedded to Lilian Graham, down at the farm yonder, and sometimes he puts up at the manse and sometimes at the farm; and they do say, when my Donald has gone to the land of the leal. that Fergus will come to the Manse; for though he is young, he is a powerful preacher, and even St. Paul bids Timothy to ‘ let no one despise his youth ;’ but I am wearying you, my bairn, and Jean has kindled a fire in the pink room, for the nights are chilly, and you and me will be going up and leaving the big doggie to take care of himself;H wanting me '3” v “ Oh, no," with a. faint smile; “Ferguson took care of me at dinner, and fI had a pleasant American widow on the other side who amused me very muchâ€"she told me some capital stories about the Canadian settlers ; so, on the whole, I did very well. I begin to like Ferguson immensely; he is 3 little broad, but still very sensible in his views. He comes from Cumberland ” u Dear Ruby,” she said, softly, as she took a seat beside him and unfastened the clasps of her long cloak; “ I have been away a. longer time than usual; have you been wanting me '3” ‘ Even Margaret’s protracted absence raised no sanguine expectationsin his mind ; on the contrary, as his practised ear recognized her footstep, he breathed a short prayer for patience. ‘ He was growing heart-sick and weary by this time. They had spent six weeks in this search, and were as far from success as everâ€"no wonder Ruby's face looked grave and overcast as he sat alone in the piazza. As yet their journey had been fruitleae. They had reached New York just as Miss Cempion and her companion had quitted it ; they had followed on their trackâ€"but had always arrived either a day or an hour too late. Now and then they had to wait untila. letter from Fern gave them more decided particulars. Occasionally they made a. mistake and found that MISS Campion had changed her plans. Once they were in the same train, and Margaret never found it out until she saw Crystal leave the carriage, and then there was no time to follow her. Margaret shed tears of disappointment, and blamed herself for her own blindness; but Raby never re- pro_ached her. _ ollgrged his wife to show every hospi- tuliti “ There’s a. deal said about the virtue of hospitality in the Bible,” he continued. “ There was Abraham and the fetted calf; and the good widows in the apostles‘ time who washed the feet of strangers; and some have entertained angels unaware; and it shall never be said of us, Jeanie woman, that we turned anybody from the Manse." She found him lying on one side of the big bed with brown moreen hangings that she remembered so well, with his head pillowed high, and his fine old face turned towards the setting sun. W He looked at her with a placid smile as she stood beside himâ€"a, small girlish figure, now sadly frail and drooping, with her boy in her armsg and held out his left handâ€"the right arm was helpless. .....-.... 1 Ruby was profoundly oblivious of the interest he was exciting; he was wondering what had detained Margaret all these hours and if she would have any news to bring him. Fay went to see the old man when she was strong enough to leave her room, which was not for a. fortnight after her arrival. “ She is wonderfully distinguished look- ing,” was Miss Bellagrove’s next remark. “Most English women are tall, I do believe ; don’t you think her face beautiful, Captain Maudsley ;” but the reply to this made Miss Bellagrove change color very prettily. “ His sister has been away most of the afternoon,” she continued, addressing aI good-looking young officer who held her fan. ” It was so clever of you to find out that 3 he was his sister, Captain Maudsley. had quite made up my mind that they were married ; yes, of course, every one must notice the likeness between them; but then they might have been cousins, and she does seem so devoted to him.” But here a. whispered admonition in her ear made Miss Bellagrove break ofif her sentence rather abruptly, as at that moment Miss Ferrers’ tall figure, in the usual grey gown, was seen crossing one of the little lawns towards the piazza. “Mother and child.” he murmured; “ it is always before our eyes, the Divine picture; and old and young, it touches the manhood within us. So you have come to hide a. wee with Jeanie and me in the old Manse, my dear young lady ; ay, and you are kindly welcome. And folks do say that there is no air so fine as ours, and no milk so pure as our brindled cow gives, and may be it will give you a little color into your cheeks.” . 'nl “ nu “Miss Bellagrove cannot fail to be the cynosure of all eyes," returned a. beardless dapper young man with the unmistakable Yankee accent; but to this remark Miss Bellagrove merely turned a. cold shoulder. “ Don't you remember me, Mr. Duncan?” asked Fay, somewhat disappointed to find herself treated like an ordinary visitor. “ Don’t you remember Fay Mordaunt, the little girl who used to play with you in the orchard ? but I am afraid I was older than I looked.” “ He looks so dull,” observed one girlâ€"â€" afair delicate blonde, who was evidently the belle. for she was surroundefl by at least half a. dozen young men. “ I have half a. mind to go and speak to him myself only you would all be watching me." “Elsie used to plav with me in the orchard," replied the old man, wistfully; “ but Jeanie says she has gone to Heaven with wee Robbie. Nay, I never remember names, except Jeanieâ€"and may be Jean comes handy. And there is one name I never forgetâ€"the name of Lord Jesus ;” and he bowed his old head rever- entlx. -\ 11 .u A gay bevy of girls had just taken posses- sion of these coveted seats, and were chat- tering with the young men who had just followed them out of the hot dining-room ; but no one invaded the quiet corner where the English clergyman had established himself, though many a pair of laughing eyes grew 9. little sad and wistful when they rested on the grave, abstracted face of the blind man. “wCome away, my bairn; Donald will have plenty to any to you another time," said Mrs. Duncan, kindly. “He is a. bit; drowsy now, and he is apt to wander at such ,times." It was at the close of a lovely Septem- ber day that Baby Ferrers sat alone in the piazza of a large fashionable boardingâ€"house in Wâ€"â€"â€". This favorite American water- ing-place was, as usual. thronged by Visitors, who came either to seek relief for various ailments from the far-famed hot springs, or to enjoy the salubrious air and splendid scenery that made Wâ€"-â€" so notorious. The piazza was always the favorite lounge at all hours of the day, but especially towards evening. A handsome striped awning, and the natural shade of the splendid tropical plants that twined round the slander pillars, gave a pleasant shade even at noonday. Broad low steps led to the gardens, and deck-chairs and cushioned rocking chairs were placed Invitingly at intervals. the minister heard her and a sort of holy smile lit up his rugged face. “ Ay, but He’ll no let me wander far; I have always got a grip of His hand. and if my old feet stumble a. bit I am just lifted up. No, I could not forget His name, which is Love, and nothing else. But per- haps you are right, Jeanie, lass, and I am a bit sleepy. Take both the bairne away, and Watch over them asthough they were lambs of the foldâ€"and so they are lambs of His fold," finished the old man. “ And may be the Shepherd found them straying, poor bit creatures, and sent them here for' you and me to mind, my woman.” CHAPTER XXXIV. Thus it was granted me To know that he loved me to the depth and height Of such large natures; ever competent, With grand horizons by the sea. or land, To luve's grand surgige.‘ RACKED AT LAST Elizabeth Barret! Browning “ Morose fiddlesticks,” was the energetic reply. “ But there, I do like young people to enjoy themselves like young people. Why, if I had your youth and good looks ; well,”â€"witha change of tone sufficiently explicitâ€"“ it is no use trying to make you conceited; and yet that handsome young Americanâ€"wasn’t he a colonel? â€"tried to make himself as pleasant as he could.” “Did he?” was the somewhat indifferent answer; at which Miss :‘Ihave no right to inflict my misan- thropy on you, Miss Cnmpion: as it is, you are far too indulgent to my morose moods.” “ Cozier, yes,” laughed the other; “ but that is a speech that ought to have come out of my middle-aged lips. What an odd girl you are, Crystal; you never seem to care for mixing with young people; and yet it is only natural at your age. You are a terrible misanthrope. I do believe you. would rather not dine at the table d’lzote only you are ashamed to say so." “What a delicious night; how White that patch of moon-lighted road looks Where the trees do not cast their shadows so heavily. I like this quiet road. I am quite glad the boarding-house was full I think the cottage is much cozier.’ ’ Margaret’s whispered “hush!” was a sufficient hint to Ruby, and he stood motionless. The next moment the voice that was dearer to him than any other Bounded close beside himâ€"at least it seemed so in the clear resonant atmos- Pherfl'. s , he tells me, and has rather a. large cure of souls.” “ Yes, dear,”â€"but Margaret spoke absentlyâ€"“but you do not ask me what I havgpegn doing, Bitty.” It was bright moonlight by this time and the piazza had been long deserted. The shadows were dark under the avenue, or the road was thickly planted with trees. Just as they were nearing the corner house â€"a low white building with a verandah run» ning round it#Margaret drew Raby some- what hastily behind a tall maple, for her keen eyes had caught sight of two figures standing by the gate. As the moon emerged from behind a cloud, she saw Crystal plainly ; Miss Campion was beside her with a black veil thrown over her grey hair. “N0,”â€"verywslowlvy; and then, with a. touch of sadness, “I begin to think it is betber not to ask.” “ Poor fellow,”â€"~1aying her hand on his arm caressingly. “ Yes, I understand you are beginning to lose hope. What did I tell you last nightâ€"that it is always the dark- est hour before the dawn. Do you remem- ber how fond Crystal was of that song ’2 Well, it is true, Raby ; I have been stop- ping away for some purpose this after- noon. Crystal and Miss Campion are here.” “ Here 1” and at Baby’s exclamation more than one head turned in the dlrection of brother and sister. “ Yes, in Wâ€"â€"-â€"-. Do not speak so loud, Ruby; you are making people look at us. Take my arm, and we will go into the shrubberies; no one will disturb us there.” And as she guided him down the steps, and then across a secluded lawn, Raby did not speak again until the scent of the flowering shrubs told him they had entered one of the quiet paths leading away from the house. “Now, tell me, Maggie,” he said, quickly ; and Margaret obeyed at once. “ No, I want you to take me farther; there is a gate leading to the road, is there not? I should like to go past the house; it will make it seem more real, Maggie, and you shall describe exactly how it is situated.” Margaret complied at onceâ€"not for worlds would she have hinted that she was already nearly spent with fatigue and want of food. Cathy, the bright little Mulahto chambermaid, would get her a cup of tea and a sandwich presently. Raby’s lover- like wish must; be indulged; he wanted to pass the house that held his treasure. “ I was at the station, as we planned, and saw them arrive ; so for once the infor- mation was correct. Crystal got out first, and went in search of the luggage. I con- cealed myself behind a. bale of goodsâ€"wool- packs, I believeâ€"and she passed me quite closely; I could have touched her with my hand. She looked very well, only thinner, and I think older ; it struck me she had grown, too, for she certainly looked taller.” “ Oh, my cloak and veil disguised me ; besides, there is a long strip of garden between the house and the road. I could hardly distinguish Crystal, though I could see there was some one in the parlor. And now, what are we to do, Raby ? It will never do to risk a meeting at table d’hote; in a crowded room, Crystal might see us, and make her escape before I could manage to intercept her; and yet, how are we to intrude on Miss Campion? it will be dread- fully awkward for us all.” “'I must think over it,” he answered, quickly. “ It is growing dark now, Margaret, is it; not ?” “ Yes, dear, do you feel chillyâ€"shall we go ipfi?" 7 “ It is possible; and you really saw her face, Margaret ?” “Yes; she was looking away. She is as beautiful as ever, Raby. No wonder people stare at her 50. She is as much him your ideal Esther as she used to be, only there is a. grander look about her altogether â€"less like the girl, and more of the woman.” “ ‘ I did not know they were friends of yours, Miss Ferrers,’ she said, regretfully. ‘ But what could I do ? There is not a. vacant bed in the house, and Iknewthehotel would be just as full; so I sent them down to Mrs. Maddox at the corner house, down yonderâ€"it is only a stone’s throw from here. And, “31 told the ladies, they can join us at luncheon and dinner, and make use of the drawing-room. I knew Mrs. Maddox had her two best bedrooms and the front parlor empty.’ Of course I thanked Mrs. O’Brien, and said no doubt this would do excellently for our friends; and then I walked past the corner house and found they were carrying in the luggage, and Miss Cmnpion was standing at the door talking to a colored servant.” “You actually passed the house? Oh, Margaret, how imprudent. Sup- posing Crystal had seen you from the window?” “ Ah, she has suffered so; we have all aged, Maggie. She will think us both chgpged.” Margaret suppressed‘ a sighfishe was almost thankful that Ruby’s blind eyes could not see the difference in her. He was quite unconscious that her youthful bloom had faded, and that her fair face had a settled, matured look that seldom comes before middle age; and she was glad that this was so. Neither of them spoke now of the strange blight that had passed over her young life. Margaret had long since ceased to weep over it ; it was her cross she said, and she had learnt its weight by this time. “ I did not dare to leave my place of con. oealment until she had passed. I saw Miss Campion join her. She is a pleasant, brisk, looking woman with grey hair, and rather a. young face. I followed them out of the station, and heard them order the driver to bring them here.” “ Here I To this house, Margaret ?” “ Yeahâ€"wait a moment~but of course I knew what Mrs. O’Brien would sayâ€"that there was no room ; so I did not trouble to follow them very closely; in fact I knew it would be useless. When I did arrive I went straight to Mrs. O’Brien’e parlor and asked if she had managed to accommodate the two ladies.” “Wéll, Mirgaret?” for she had paused for a. moment. â€"â€"‘Don’t imagine that a diminutive talkative citizen is a sweehtempér'ed, ,soci- able and ‘gentlemanly fellow bécause he shakes hands and smiles and chats‘ with every one he meets. Perhaps he’s a can. didate, Four thou‘éand persons made the ascen of Ben Nevis mountain, Scotland, during the p_nst _sea.s_on. I ‘ There is a white horse at Roscommon, Mich., that visits asaloon daily for its glass of beer upd gets_it. “ Ivknow I haven’t ; but I came to town in a. freight car, and there is considerable coal dust in my hair.” “ Well, comb it out carefully, and that’ll do.”â€"Scrammz Truth. Hotel Clerkâ€"“ No, sir, we can’t accom. modate you. You have neither baggage nor mongy." Captain Riley, of the propeller Philadelâ€" phia, reports the successful use of oil in calming the troubled waters on his last west-bound trip. Having the schooner Sherwood in tow and encountering a heavy gale on Lake Michigan, he tried the experi- ment of towing astern a canvas bag filled with oil and punctured sufficiently to per. mit of its escape. The effect was marvel- lous. The heavy seas in the vicinity of the schooner were at once transformed into smooth swells, which not only eased up the schooner, but permitted of her being towed more rapidly than with th seas breaking over her. Campion shook her head in an exasperated Way: A “ Oh, it is no use talking to you.” with goodâ€"natured impatience. “English or American; old, ugly. or handsome; they are all the same to you ; and of course, by the natural laws of contradiction, the absurd creatures are all bent on making you fall in love with them. Now that colonel, Crystal, 1 can’t think what fault you could find with him; he was manly, gentlemanly, and as good looking as a man ought to be." “ I do not care for good looking men.” " Or for plain ones either, my dear. I expect you are romantic, Crystal, and have an ideal of your own.” “And if I answer. yes,” returned the girl, quickly, “will you leave off teasing me about all those stupid men. If you knew how I hate it~how I despise them all.” Boot Cleaning Not to Their Taste. (Battleford, N. W. T., Herald.) Private letters from Calgary give a strong indication that the policeman’s lot is hardlya happy one at that place. It is stated on good authority that about twenty- six men in one day applied for leave to purchase their discharges from the Mounted Police at that post. The action of the men at Calgary is said to have been followed by a number of the men at Macleod. There appears to be no specific cause of complaint except one of general disgust with the management of the force. It speaks well for the sterling principles of the men that while such a discontented spirit should be rife amongst them there are comparatively few desertions. It is worthy of note that the posts of Calgary and Macleod are under the command and supervision of Mr. Herchmer’s most loyal supporters. “ All but the ideal,” observed Miss Cam- pion, nrohly; but she took the girl’s hand in hersy and the shrewd, clever face soft- ened. “You must forgive an impertinent old maid, my dear. Perhaps she had her story too, who knows. And so you have your ideal, my poor, dear child; and the ideal has not made you a. happy woman. It never does,” in a low voice. “Dear Miss Campion,“ returned Crys- tal, with a. blush; “ if 133.111 unhappy, it is only through my own fault; no one else is to blame, andâ€"andâ€"â€"it is not as you think. It is true I once knew a good man, who has made every other man seem puny and insxgnificant beside him; but that is because he was so good, and there was no other reason.” “ but I had t6 laugh to see him scoot that} I couldn’t take aim."â€"Fa,lling Waters, Pu., despatch to Boston Herald. Why the Tramp ” Scooted ” Miss Ada Dodd is the handsome 16year- old daughter of Capt. David Dodd, who lives near this place. She keeps house for her father and brother and is known as the best shot with a rifle or shotgun in the region. A few days ago she was alone in the house when a villainous looking tramp slouched up, seated himself in a chair on the porch and ordered the girl to get him some dinner. She went into the house and took down her double-barreled rifle and told the tramp to leave. “ Bah,” he re- plied, ” I ain’t afraid of any woman shoot- ing. You can’t bluff me.” At that moment a chicken ran across the yard. When it was several rods away and still on the run, Miss Dodd brought the rifle to her shoulder and fired. The chicken fell dead. The ball had cut its head square off. The girl looked around to note the effect of her shot on the tramp. He was half-way across the yard and making for the fence, with his tattered coat tails straight out behind him. He never stopped or looked back as far as he could be seen flying down the road. “ I pulled up to notch his ear with the other bullet as he got over the fence," said Miss Ada, in telling her father of the incident. “And you ladies, if you wish to be as fresh as roaches, even after having danced the whole night, take porridge. It is this foodâ€"a medicine as simple as it is easy takenâ€"Which makes those beautiful colors rise, and which maintains that freshness which you will admire so much on the cheeks of the Scotch ladies when you visit them in their own country! ” “No other reason, except your love for him,” observed the elder woman, stroking her hand gently. “I have long suspected this, my dear." “Oh, you must not talk so,” answered Crystal, in a. tone of poignant distress; “you do not know, you cannot understand. Oh, it is all so sad. I owe him everything. My ideal, oh yes; whom have I ever seen who could compare with him#so strong, so gentle, so forgiving ? Oh, you must never let me talk of him ; it breaks my heart.” ” It is porridge which makes those men of iron called Livingstone and Gordon. And finally, it is porridge which puts the different classes in Scotland on a footing of equality at least once a day and makes her people the most liberal in Great Britain. “Come away, Margaret,” Whispered Raby,hoarsely, in her ear. “1 have no right to hear this; it is betraying my (1211' ling’s confidence. Take me away, for I cannot trust myself another moment; and it is lateâ€"too late to speak to her to- night." .ie humblesh peasant to aspire to the .lighest positions by enabling him to live on the bursary secured at one of the Scotch Universities. “ It; is porridge which keeps the Scotch workingman from ending his days in the poorhouse. a“ It is porridge which permits the son of The 50 ntch nlan's Porridge. (Max O'Rell, the Frenchman.) “Porridge Is the secret of the Sec en's success. G-o, then, and contend if 6 can with a man who can content himself with a mess of boiled oats, while you require three or four meals a day, at two of which you must have butcher meat! “ It is porridge which keeps your head cool, your bowels free apd your feet warm. “ It is porridge which quickens the cir- culation of the blood. “ It is porridge which softens the skin of the skull after the tumblers of the previous evening. Effect of the Coal Famine. OH or. the Troubled Waters. (To be continued.) In the French Chamber of Deputies yesterday M. Falliers, Minister of the In- terior, replying to an interpelletion in re- gerd to the disturbances at the funeral of Eugene Potier, the Communist poet, on November 8th, said that the duty of the Government was to enforce respect for the law. Having decided to oppose the display of red flags, it was the function of the Ministry to take the necessary measures 0 prevent suche display. He would never allow the display of a. flag which is the lemblem of a revolt. (Applause of the Centre.) By every man and woman if they desire to secure comfort in this world is a corn sheller. Putnam’s Corn Extractor shells corms in two or three days and without discomfort or pain. A hundred imitations prove the merit of Putnam’s Painless Corn Extractor, which is always sure, safe and painless. See signature of POLSON & Co, on each bottle. Sold by medicine dealers. General Middleton’s Retirement. Sir Fred Middleton has received a private letter from His Royal Highness the Duke of Cambridge, commanding Her Majesty’s forces, complimenting him for his able direction of the Canadian militia, and expressing regret that owing to the compulsory retirement system the Imperial army shouldlose so valuable an officer. DR. BLAmm states in the Bullctzn Thum- pcutiquc that in chronic and simple bronâ€" chitis petroleum in doses of a tenspoonful before meals produces satisfactory results. In phthisis the experiments have not yet been long enough continued to ascertuin whether the results are permanently bene- ficial, but it diminishes the expectomtion, which also loses its purulent character. A Pill in Time Saves Nine ! Dr. Pierce’s Pleasant Purgative Pellets are preventive as well as curative. A few of these “ Little Giants ” taken at the right time, with little expense and no incon- venience, will accomplish What many dolâ€" lars and much sacrifice of time will fail to do after Disease once holds you with his iron grasp. Constipation relieved, the Liver regulated, the Blood purified, will fortify against fevers and all contagious diseases. Persons intending travel, changing diet, water and climate will find invaluable Dr. Pieroe’s Pleasant Purgative Pellets, In vials convenient to carry. Landlordâ€"Do about it ‘2 Nothing. You don’t; expect me to stock the place with white mice for $18 per month, do you ? MISS lean COUZINS, who was ap- pointed to succeed her father as United ‘tates lVIarslml for the Eastern District of Missouri, has been turned out by the Pre- sident. The office has been given to a. Democratic worker named John E. Emer- son. And they do say that Phoebe made a good Marshal. She had performed all the duties of the office during her father’s ill- ness, and under the rules of Civil Service Reform was entitled to succeed him. Tenantâ€"Say,there’s a million rats in that house of yours. Landlordâ€"Well ? Tenantâ€"What are you going to do about it? A Woman’s Confession. “ Do you know, Mary, I once actually contemplated suicide ?” “ You horrify me, Mrs. B. Tell me about it.” “ I was suffering from chronic weakness. I be» lieved myself the most unhappy woman in the world. I looked ten years older than I really was, and I felt twenty. Life seemed to have nothing in it worth living for.” “ I have experienced all those symptoms myself. \Vell ?” “ Well, I was saved at the eleventh hour from a commis- sion of a deed which I shudder to think of. A friend advised me to take Dr. Pierce’s Favorite Prescription. I did so. In an incredibly short time I felt likeanew being. The ‘ Prescription’ cured me, and I owe Dr. Pierce a debt of gratitude which I can never repay.” A PICTURE of Niagara Falls, which is to be taken to London for exhibition, is one of the largest evef painted, being 380 feet in length by 45 in breadth. The artist, Paul Philippoteaux, With a dozen assistants, has been engaged constantly on the work for the past six months, and some idea of its magnitude can begained from thefollowing list of materials consumed : White lend, 3,000 pounds; oil, 3,322 gallons; essence (turpentine), 3,240 gallons and a. car load of colors. right, chafing and thoroughly heat nvy till skin will absorb no more oil. Wrappea in flannel and tucked away in her warm nest for the night, baby often wakes in the morning with but little trace of her cold. If there is hoarseness with other syrup, toms of an oncoming cold, for a simple remedy I like to give baby boiled molasses with a bit of butter or sweet oil or hen’s oil in it, or a few teaspoonfuls of onion syrup made of sliced onions and brown sugar, which helps soothe the throat and clear the bowels, carrying away perhaps, the aggravating source of the cold.â€"(Â¥oud Housekeeping. When I find baby has taken cold, not so feverish and sick as to require packing, which one dreads to do because of the in- creasing danger resulting from any ex- posure afterwards, but a smart cold in its first stages, with red eyes and running,r nose and stuffed head, Itake the little one in my lap several times thr‘ongh the day, and again at bed time, and, removing boots and stockings, rub the little feetAsoles andtops and anklesâ€"with sweet oil or goose oil, and then heat them long and well before an open fire till the skin will absorb no more oil. Then I bathe and rub the little bared back from neck to hips. especially along the spine, with oil also ; shieldng baby’s back from cold draughts and letting the warm rays of fire light and heat it just EXPERTS say that curtains and fine laces can be made of malleable iron or steel. At the centennial exhibition a piece of steel rolled by a. mill in Pittsburg was so thin that it weighed less than a book leaf and could be blown off the hand easier than paper the same size. The sheets for steel lace will be rolled down to a low gauge and the patterns pressed into them. The lace can be made light or heavy, and is suitable for ladies’ and children’s underwear, and perhaps for trimming hats, wraps and dresses. THE word “ dude ” is about to receive official recognition from lexicographers Ex-President Porter, of Yale, who is in barge of the revision of VVebster‘s Di 0- tionary, says : “ The word ‘dude’ I believe to convey a. specific idem, expressed by no other word, and though it may be hard to give the meaning which the word conveys, I think it will be incorporated in the sys- tem.” It will thus be seen that from President Porter’s standpomt the word “ dude ” is much more energetic than the thing itself. Who ever heard of a dude conveying “ a. specific idea ‘2” It would make him tired. A VERY singular incident was noted in connection with a recent mill fire in Carl- ton, Mich. The building was burning fiercely; but the big engine which drove the machinery continued to run all through the blaze, and by that means was saved from destruction, though there was not a wall standing on either side of it when the fire had finished. The pumps were also running and had kept the boiler supplied, so there could be no explosion. It was a peculiar spectacle to see the engine driving away at a slashing speed in the midst of the flames, but the motion somehow saved it from tire. All the rest of the machinery was a total loss. How to Break Up Baby‘s (101d. Good Enough for the Price. CURRENT TOPICS. What is Needed BAK N G; THE swag? EMT magnum Biélfiéflfltfl’cie, 37’Yme 8L, Tdruntn. When I say cure ] do not mean merely to stop them for I time and then llavo than] return again. I mean a radicnl cum [hnvu made UN.- (lisonsu ofFl'l‘S, EPILEPSY or FALL- ING SICKNESba liferxm Btim‘y. I warrant my remedy to cure the worst annea‘ Because others huve fufled is no reason for not now receiving a cum‘ Send at unco {or I Irentlse and a Free Bottle 01 myiufnmble remedy. 61" Express and You Ufflcm It costs you nothing for [£21.], In! I will_ an on. Address DB. H. G. ROQ'I‘, ST . THOMAS, ONTARIO. fo'Nearly 200 students in 1886. 16 grad- uates ulnd certificated teachers in the faculty. Total expenses from $40 to $60 per turm or from $150 to $250 per year in advance, includng Music and F‘ne Arts. For us. (Tush furnished on satisfactory guarant; Adams: 0. S. PAGE, Hyde Park, Vermont, U. 1 L; llulf the Music and Art graduates of this school are now employed as teachers in other Colleges. Address, B. F. Austin, Principal. Old Ladyâ€"~I’m sorry to hear a little b use such shocking language. D0 y know what becomes of little boys who swear ? AND TRADERS GENERALLY, We want a GOOD MAN in your locality to pick I hum a punitive, rumml) tor {luv uhovellifleafie; by m use thousnnds nfmmm; nl’thc worst kind mt" or long standing have lmen cure<L Indeed, so strung WV fultllln HI efllvacy, that] will send TWO BOTTLES n , v“ together with a VALUABLE TREA'I‘ISE on this ding“ t0 guy lufl‘erer. Give uproar and P. 0‘ addreu. DR. i‘._A._HLO(‘UM,_ Branch was. 3'7“YahéSSt., wgmto Urchin Yes’m. Dey gits 1391' be hos's cur driv<>rs.w-1'ir1â€"Bits. IBURE FITS! SYMMOMSâ€"Moisture; intense itching and stinging; most at night; worse by scratch- ing. If allowed to continue tumors form, which often bleed and ulceriite, becoming very sore. Swuxn’s OINTMENT stops ille itching and bleeding, heals ulceration, Mid in nmny cases removes the tumors. It is equally efficacious in curing all Skin Diseases. DR. SWAYNE & SON, Proprie- tors, Philadelphia. Swnxn’s OINTMENT can be obtwined of druggists. Sent by mail for 50 cents. The women in New York are said to have reached the acme of costly street dressing. Max O’Rell, the well known French writer, arrived in New Yorkfrom Liverpool on Smturduy. For largn. illustrated Treatise‘on Diseases of Women (160 pages, paper-covered). send ten cents in stamps. Address, Would-be masher, addressing a. young lady coming out; of the matineeâ€"\Vould yoR like aficnyriage, miss ? > _ " Leadville. COL, hasn‘t funds enough to keep its public schools open, but supports 1,100 saloons.â€"-Spr1‘nyg/icld Republican. Young Lady (pretending to mistake him for a coachmnn)AN0, thank you, driver; my own couchnmn awaits me around the corner. “Favorite Prescription” is the a” medicine for women. sold by di‘uggists, under a positive guarantee, from the manu- facturors, that it, will give satisfaction in every 02130 or money will be refunded. This guaran- tee has been printh on the bottle-wrapper. and faithfully carried out for many years. Large boltlcs (1'00 doses) $1.00,|oi' six bottles for $5.00. r “Favorite Prescription ” when taken in connection with the use 0 Dr. Pierce‘s Golden Mvdical I')isc(>v0ry, and small laxative doses of Dr. Pierce’s Pur ative Pellets (Little Liver Pills). cures Liver. (idney and Bluddex diseases. Their combined use also remov “1 blood mints, and abolishes cancerous SCI‘prllOllS lilimgys fmm_ th_e sy_s§e_m.__ As a powerful, invigorating tonic, it imparts strength to the whole system. and to the womb and its appendages in particular. For overworked, ‘ wornâ€"out," ‘fx‘ own." debilitated teachers, milliners, dresamukore, seamstresses, “5110 -girle"’ house- keepers,‘ nursing mothers, and 1681910 women generally. dmâ€"fmrtm'a Favor“; Dhmwflnn is the greatest earthly boon. being unequaled as an appetizingfim‘dml 331d Eestorative tonic. ,,, “‘1‘, _A, .,. __ s a as ng and strengthening mervine, “Favorite Prescription” is une- qualed and is invaluable in allnying and sub- duing nervous excitability, irritability. ex- haustion. pmstmtion, 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- Spanden‘qy. “ Fave) e Prescription ’9 is a posi- tive cure for the most complicated and 0b- Stinute cases of luucm‘rhou, excessive flowing. painful menstruation, unnatural suppressions. prolapsus, or falling of the womb. weak hack. ‘ female weakness," anteversion. retroversion, hearingâ€"down sensations, chronic congestion. inflannnution and ulceration of the womb_ in- flmnmntion. pain and tenderness in ovaries. ucgomyumiud with “ink-111ml hwy.” As a regulator and promoter of func- tional action. at that critical period of change from girlhood to womanhood, “Favorite Pre- scription" is a perfectly safe remedial 8 eat. and can produce only good results. t is equally (sifimcioufl and valuable in its effects when taken for those disorders and derange- ments incident to that later and most critical petrig‘d. knoyn 1133‘“ The thrige of_Life." lDr. Pierce’s Favorite Prescription is a legitimate naediciue, carefully compounded, by an ex wrienced and skillful physician. and udapte to woman’s delicate organization. It is purely vegetable in its composition and perfect] harmless in its elfects in any condition 0 the system. For morning siclnwss, or nausea. from whateve'.‘ cause arising, weal; stomach. indigestion. dys- pepsia and kindred symptoms, its use. in small quy-g! will pym’qyery bepeflgml. _ '1 If all so-called remedies have failed, Dr Sage’s Caturrh Remedy cures. Dr. fi’icrcc‘w favorite Prescription is flu) (mtgmwth, or result, of this great and valuable experience. Thousands of testimm = 15, received from patients and from physi- ' 11s \vlu) have tested it in the more aggra- od and obstinate vases which had baflied wair skill, provq it to Ué {he irjbgt wrule (ever devxsml for the rchet and cure of KM" irrwomou. IL is not recommended as a “curcm‘l‘l.” but, ms at most perfect Speciflcflforl; qu'um‘s peculiaflr ephpontg. Th.” ln-nimmit. of many thousands of cases of tlmsv (alimniu weaknesses and distressing ailments peculiar to females, at the Invalids' Hotel and Surgical Institute. Bufl'alo, N. Y., has alrorded a vast experience in nicely adapt- ing mid thoroughly testing remedies for the - ~e ()fijnniuiifa Qgculiurgnalgdies. ALNIA LADIES’ C OLLE GE. Lama i “W3 Mere/Ian 2‘8, Butchers, World’s Dispensary Medical Association, 663 Main St, BUFFALO. N. Ya “'lmt Becmnes of Bad Boys. CALFSKINS usher (Brushed. I'I‘UII IN“ 1’] Ll< DUNL.4?§ 87