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In dust of roses in an antique jar, With rare sweet savers round and over it Of spicy odors Time can never mar, I find a letter by a woman writ. No ghost could make me shudder as the sigle 0! this poor missive all so long unseen, Wherein I read of all my lost. delight And all the sweetness of what might huvv been A woman’s face, a. woman’s tender touch, A woman‘s gentle voice and soft cnressâ€" Yourself, my darling, whom I loved so much. Forever by my side to soothe and bless# All mine for but one poor unspoken pray'r M faint lips might, have uttered long ago# All oat (anfi _s_u_rely ghis is hard to bear) , ,1 ,___1.: Mn; annl nu AUBU \nuu gun“; a“... .... .4...“ -- Because 1 did not hope and 001116 KO}, know ! I hold the _cyumpled ‘sheet that tellg it all, 1 uuiu uuu v.4 uuArAvu vuv‘” .u... . And. looking on your gracious lovmg words, One dead sweet hour my dreaming thoughts recall, ' Made glad by whisp’ring leaves and song of birds. And in a. green and shady woodland place I see the Spring's pale sunshine on your hair, The matchless marble beauty of your face, Bo‘yond all other women’s cold and fair. Aegean a dreary gplf pf (gem-s alnd pain ,l AL, “A”; Mrs. Treflord was sitting by the bed as usull. She was rubbing the cold wrinkled hands, and speaking to him in a low voice; she turned her white, haggard face to Erle as he entered, and motioned him to be quiet, and then again her eyes were fixed on the face of the dying man. Oh I if he would only speak to her one word, if she could only make him understand that she forgsve him now ! “summuunwu, .. V V7- You come, a radiant vision of the Fast, And all unchanged, unwinhered, still remain, 0 love, as when I looked upon you last! Ah, had I told you in chat hour, my sweet, 01’ all the true deep love you could not guess, And poured my soul's wild passion at your feet, I mightmhave heard your soft and whispered He had never recovered consciousness, or seemed to recover consciousness, or seemed to recognize the faces round him ; not even his favorite Erie, or the daughter who fed and soothed him like an infant; and yet in a dim sort of a. way he seemed conscious of her presence. He would weilafter her if she left him, and his withered hands would grope upon the ooverlet in a feeble, restless way, but never once did he articulate her neme. He was dying fast, they told Erle, when he had returned home that night ; and he had gone up at once to the sick-room and had not left it egain. But. fool and blind, I did not dare to speak ; No tender glance or word would fear allow Because my love had made my heart so weak 1 I wrote my pray‘r, and read the answerinnw ! Nowâ€"ind I waited, oh, with that despair In that dead time of bitter loss and shunm ; And while I deemed my grief too hard to hear, You watched and wondered, and 1 never came ! Soypo waywa‘rg ch‘apce,‘ some p't'f l mistakeâ€"â€" corriaor there were no fond lingering words. “Good-bye, Eva ; take care of yourself,” he said, kissing her; and then he went away, and Evelyn went back into the room with a heavy heart. He had been very kind, but he had not once said that he was glad to see her back; and again she told herself that something hadcome between them. ' But there was no opportunity for coming to any understanding, for the shadows were closing round Belgmve House, and the Angel of Death was standing before the Ah! the and was drawing nenr now. Mr‘ Hgtipggon was dying. 3111;351:016. ""Ih'nia'fififi s‘a-H'tferfaéifihry‘appear ?* Two hearts were ruined and two hearts might This letter lay among the roses here ! 0h.oold and cruel irony of Fate, Tint, having held most precious gifts unseen, Tholnban’ocks us with the bitter words, “ Tom a. ,' And hardest taunt of all, “It might have Evelyn sighed as she read the letter; it sounded a little cold to her. If she had been in Erle's place she wouldheve wanted him to come at once. Was it not her right as his promised wife, to be beside him and to try to comfort him ? How could she have the heart for these hollow gsieties, knowing that he was sad and troubled? If it had been left to her, she would not have postponed their marri- SIR HUGH’S LOVES. Evelyn was as much in love as ever, but her engagement had not satisfied her ; every one told her what a. perfect lover Erle was â€"to devoted. so generous. Indeed, he Was perfection in her eyes, but still something was lacking. Outwardly she could find no flult with him, but there were times when she feared that she did not make him happy; and yet, if she ever told him so, he would overwhelm her with kind affectionate speeches. -‘.. ... | “ I must go now,” he said hastily; and though Eyelyn followed him put; into the age; she would have gone to church quietly with him, and then have returned to Bel. grave house to nurse the invalid; but her aunt had seemed shocked at the notion, and Erle had never asked her to do so. - Yes, he was fond of her; but why was he, so changed and quiet when they were alone together? What had become of the frank Sunshiny look, the merry laugh, the care- less indolence that had always belonged to Erle ?' She never seemed to hear his laugh now; his light-hearted jokes, and queer provoking speeches, were things of the past. He was older, graver; and sometimes she fancied there was a careworn look on his fade He was always very indignant if she hinted at thisâ€"he always refuted such accusations with his old eagerness ; but nevertheless Evelyn often felt oppressed by a sense of distance, as though the real Erle were eluding her. The feeling was strong upon her when she read that letter; and the weeks of separation that followed were scarcely happy ones. “I am afraid I am awfully stupid this BVW Eva,” he said upologetically; “but I was up late with Uncle Rolf last night.” “No, he is just the same; perhaps a trifle more conscious and weaker; that is all." _ “And there is no hope ?” “None; all the doctors agree in saying thst. His health has been breaking for years, And the sudden shock was too much fox-him. No; it is no use deceiving our- selves; no change can happen but the worst.” “Poor Mrs. Traflord.” “ All, >y9u Would say so if you could see her; '28!!de death has utterly broken her downti-but she is very brave, and will not spare herself. We think Uncle Rolf knows herl and likes to have her near him; he ‘slyvsys ' seems restless and uneasy if ,she leaves the room. But indeed the diflieulty is to induce her to take needful rest. ’ “ You are looking ill yourself, dear Erle,” she returned, tenderly; but at that moment Lady Maltravers re-entered, and Erle looked at his watch. “ Yes,” she answered gently; “ I know you have had a terrible time; how I longed to be with you and help you. I did not enjoy myself at all. Poor Mr. Huntingdon but as you told Aunt Adela,he is not really worse.” And still worse, their first meeting was utterly disappointing. He had come to the station to welcome them, and had seen after their luggage, and had questioned about their journey; his manner had been perfectly kind, but there had been no eager glow of welcome in his eyes. Lady Mal» travers said he looked ill and wenried, and Evelyn felt wretched. But it was the few minutes during which her aunt had left them together that disappointed her most ; he had/{not taken the seat by her at once, but stood looking moodily into the fire; and though at her first word he had tried to rouse himself, the efiort was painfully evident. “ He is not happy; there is something on his mind,” thought the poor girl, watching him. “ There is something that has comebetween us, and that he fears to tell me.” Just then he looked up, and their eyes met. , “VI have sinned,” he had said to her, been 1” 'es 1‘ Too Late. “ but in the presence of the dead there should be peace ;” but she had answered him wit-h bitterness ; and then he had fallen across the feet of his dead grandson, with his grey head stricken to the dust with late repentance. And yet he was her father! She stooped over him now and wiped the death dews from his brow ; and at that moment another scene rose unbixlden to her mind She ignirsmkneeling beside her husband ; she was holding him in her arms, and he Wasiganting min his liie on her bosoui. 1,3, “ Nea,” she heard him say again in his weak, gasping voice, “ do not be hard on your father. We have done wrong. and I am dying; but, thank God, I believe in the forgiveness of sins ;” and then he had asked her to kiss him; and as her lips touched his he died. Vvi‘qiatvliér," she whispered as she thought of Maurice. “ Father 1” “ You are always good to meâ€"ealways,” she went on ; “ but you do not tell me all thatisin your heart VVhen no one k speaking to you, I often see such a tired, harassedlook on your face, and yet you will never tell me what is troubling you, dear ; when we come together~when you make me your wife. will our life be always unclouded; am I to share none of your cares and perplexities then ?” He was silent; how was he to answer her? “(fil- glazing eyes turned to her a. moment and seemed to brighten into consciousness. r “ He is looking at youvhe knows you Mrs. Trafford.” “ éome home with your own Nea, father ~with your own Nea ; your only child, Nee. ;” and as she bends over him to soothe him, the old man’s head drops heavily on her shoulder. Mr. Huntingdon was Afil-lrlilé khows her at last ; What is it he is saying ‘I_ ‘v r .1 dead “ Ana why not, Eva? do you think your bright face would not charm away any melancholy mood ?” But she turned away as though not noticingthelittle compliment. He was always making these pretty speeches to her, but just now they jarred on her. It was truthâ€"his confidenceâ€" that she wanted; nntl no amount of soft worfls could satisfy her. “ How often I have watched for you,” she continued, “ when your poor uncle’s illness: has detained you, and have seen you cross the Squere with you}‘ head bent and such a sad look on your face ; and yet, when we meet, you have nothing for me but pleasant words, as though my presence 1nd dispelled the cloud.” Evelyn Selby stood at the window,one afternoon about three Weeks after Mr. Huntingdon‘s death, looking out on the snowy gardens of the Square, Where two rosyiaced lads were pelting each other with snowballs. He pufled his mousta-cflé nervously he could not answer her. “ Yes, but I think it is only your thought for me. You are so anxious that every. thing should be made smooth and bright for me, that you do not give me your full confidence. Erle”~pressing closer to him, and looking up in his face with her clear, loving eyes. “ Do you think that I can love you so and not notice how changed you have been of lateâ€"how pale and care- Worn ? though you have tried to hide from me that you were unhappy.” She was watching them, seemingly absorbed in their merry play; but every now and then her eyes glanced wistfully towm‘ds the entrance of the Square with the sober expectancy of one that. has waited long, and is patient; but weary. Erle had once owned to Fay, in a fit of enthusiasm, that Evelyn Selby was as good as she was beautiful; and it was true. Placed side by side with Fern Trufford, and deprived of all extraneous ornament of dress and fashion, most people would have owned that the young putrician bore the palm. Fern’s sweet face would have suf» fured eclipse beside herrivnl’fi radiant bloom and graceful carriage; and yet a little of the bloom had been dimmed of late, and the brown eyvs lmd lost. their brightv mess. “ I um afraid I am very late this after- noon, Eva,” he said, taking her hand. ‘»‘ Mrs. Traffm'd wanted to speak to me and so I went up to her room; we had so much busineas to settle. She has given me a great. den] of trouble, poor woman, but I think [:xlmll have my way at. last.” ' ' “ You mean about the money ‘3" “ Yes ; I think she will be induced to let me set aside a. yearly sum for her mainten- ance. She says it is only for her children’s sake if she. accept it; but I fear the truth is that she feels her strength has gene, and that she cannot work for them any longer.” “ And she will not take the hixlf ?” “ No; not even a quarter; though I tell her that so much Wealth will be a heavy hurthen to me. light hundred a year? that is all she will accept, {tl'lil it is to be settled on her children. Might hundred ; it is a mere pittance."_ “'Yes; I have long wanted to speak to you,” she returned, dropping her eyes, and he could see that she was much agitated. “ lrle, you must not misunderstand me ;I am finding no fault with you. You are always good to me~no one could be kinder; but you are not treating me with perfect frankness.” “ What do you mean ?” he asked, astonâ€" ished at this, for no suspicion of her mean- ing dawned upon him. “ You have no fault to find with me. Surely Want of frankness is a fault ?" As a. welLknown figure crossed the Square, she turned from the wmdow withu sigh of relief; “ at last,” she murmured, as she sat down nudgnade a pretence of busy- ing herself with some fancyâ€"work; but it. lay unheeded 0111191“ lap as Erle entered and sat down beside her. “Yes; but she and half daughters will live very comfortably on that; think howpoor they have been; indoml, dear, I think you may be satisfied that you have done the right thing; and after all, your uncle wished you to have the money.” “ I do not care about it,” with a stifled sigh. “We shall be awfully rich, Eva; but I suppose women like that sort of thing. I shall be able to buy you that diamond pendant now that you so admired.” “ Yes ; and Dr. Connor says that it will be better for her to be anywhere than at Belgrave House. We want to persuade her to go down to Hastings for the rest of the winter. When I see Miss Trafford, I mean to speak to her about. it ; but”~ interrupting himself hurriedly*“ never mind all that now; you told me in your letter that you wanted to spank to me parti- cularly. What is it, Eva ‘5’” looking at her very kindly. “ No, no; I do not want it; you give me too many presents. Tell me, Erle, does Miss Trafford come to see her mother, now she is ill?” “ Yes, of course ; but I never see her.” he answered so quickly that Evelyn looked at him in surprise. “ I have not spoken to her once since Uncle Rolf’s deathw-the lawyers keep me so busy ; and I never go into the sick-room unless I am specially invited.” “But poor Mrs. Trafford is better now.” “ It woulfi not be a true marriage,” she Look deeper still‘ If thou canal feel Within Shy inmost soul, That thou hast kept a portion back While I haw Stakud a whole Let no false pity spare the blow, But in true mercy tell me so. In there within thy heart a need That mine cannot fulfil ‘.’ ‘ One chord that any other hand )ould betterwuke, or still ? Speak nowr lost at, some future day My whole life winher and decay. Adelaidr- Anne Pmr‘tm‘ CHAPTER XXXIX \‘EIA‘N S REVENGE but continued, in a 10W, vehement tone, “ if you did not think me worthy to share your thoughts. Erle, you are not treating me well ; Why do you not tell me frankly what makes you so unlike yourself. Can you look me in the face and tell me that you are perfectly happy and satisfied ‘2" ,L,_ i i l l ” Yes, mother,” she at last answered, throwingher arms round her‘ mother’sneck; ' “ and I will spend my Whole life in taking care of you.” She was thinking over this conversation now, as she looked out at the snow, when ‘ her attention was attracted by a private brougham, with a. coronet on the panel, that stopped before Mrs. \Vatkins’, and the next moment a. tall girl, very quietly‘ dressed, entered the house. "-*z"* A.. “ I am very fond of you; what makes you talk like this, Eva," but his eyelids drooped uneasily. How was he to meet those candid eyes and tell her that he was happyâ€"surely the lie would choke himâ€"â€" when he knew that he was utterly miser. ablel “ Erla,” she said in a low voice, and her face became very pale, “ you do not look at me, and somehow your manner frightens me ; you are fond of me, you suyâ€"â€"a few months ago you asked me to be your wife ', can you take my hand now and tell me, as I understood you to tell me themthat I am dearer to you than any one else in the world ?” “ Oh, yes, I have heard of you,” returned Fern With a. sudden blush. This was Erle’s future wife, thenâ€"this girl with the tall graceful figure and pale high-bred face that, “ You have no right to put such a ques- tion," he returned angrily. “ You have no right to doubt me. I have not deserved this, Eva.” “Miss Trafford, will you forgive this intrusion? but I feel as though we knew each other without any introduction. 1 am Evelyn Selby; I daresay youhave heard my name from "twith a. pausemâ€"“Mr. Huntingdon.” “I must go away if you send me,” he answered humbly, and then he got up and walked to the door. He had never felt more wretched in his life. She had not reproached him, but all the color and life had gone out of her face. She had spoken . so mildly, so gently to him. Would she forgive him. and would everything be as though this had never happened? “0h, Erle, will you not wish me good-bye?" and then for a moment the poor girl felt as though her heart were breaking. Was she nothing to him after all?” At her words Erle quickly retraced his steps. “Forgive me, Eva,” he said, and there were tears in his eyes; “I am not myrselfY you know; all this takes iit out of a man.” And then he stooped =over her as though to take her into his V arms. Fern’s heart beat quickly. Was it pass)â€" ble that it could be Miss Selby ? But before she could ask herself the quesâ€" tion, there was a light tap at the door, and the girl had entered, and was holding out both her hands to Fern. “No right!” and now her face grew paler. “I think I have the right, Erle. You do not Wish to answer the question; that is because some one has come between us. It is true, then, that there is some one dearer to you than I ‘2” He hid his face in his hands. No, he could not lie to her. Was not Fay’s miserable exile a warning to him against marriage without confidence. He would have spared her if he could, but her love was too keen-eyed. He could not take her hand and perjure his soul with a lie; he loved her, but he could not tell her that she was the dearest thing in the world to him, That very morning her mother. had been speaking to her of Erie‘s generosity ; indeed the subject could not be avoided. “ He wanted me to take half his fortune,” Mrs. Trafford had said with some emotion; “ h is bitterly disappointed at the smallness o? the sum I named; do you think I am right to take anything, Fern ? My darling, it is for your sake, and because I have no strength for work, and I feel I can no longer endure privation for my children.” “ I think you are right, mother; it would not be kind to refuse,” Fern returned quietly; and then she tried to feel some interest in the plans Mrs. Trafford was making for the future, They would go down to Hastings for the rest of the winter ~Fern had never seen the seaâ€"and then they would look out for some pretty cottage in the ccuntry where they could keep poultry and bees, and perhaps a cow. and Fern and she could teach in the village school, and make themselves very busy; and the mother’s pale face twitched as she drew this little picture, for there was no responsive light in the soft grey eyes, and the frank, beautiful mouth was silent. - It all came out presently. He never knew how he told it, but the sad little story of his lové for Fern Trafford got itself told at last, Poor Erle. he whose heart was so pitiful that he forbore to tread on the insect in his path, now found himself compelled to hurt mperhaps wound fatallyâ€"~the girl who had given him her heart. Evelyn heard him silently to the end. The small white hands were crushed together in her lap, .and her face grew white and set as she listened; but when he had finished, and sat there looking so down» cast, so ashamed, so unlike himself, her clear, unfaltering voice made him raise nia eyes in ustonishment. “I thank you for this confidence; ifâ€"-»ifâ€"â€"” and here her lips quivered, “ we had been married, and you had told me then, I think it would have broken my heart; but nowdit is better now.” dThose visits to Belgrave House were very trying to the girl. Mrs. Trufford used to sigh as she watched her changing color and absent looks. A door closingin the distance, the sound of a footstep in the corridor, made her falter and turn pale. But she need not have feared; Erle never once crossed her path. She would hear his voice sometimes, but they never once came face to face. Only one day Fern saw a. shadow cross the hall window as she got into the carriage, and felt with a. beating heart that Erle was watching her. ” And you c'an forgive me, dear ; you can be sorry for me? Oh, Eva! if you will only trust me, all may yet be well. I shall be happier now you know the truth.” mé;no," as he tried to interrupt her, “ we will not talk 01 it any more to-day; my head aches, and of course it has upset me. I want to think over what you have Said. It. seems ” â€"and here she caught her breath ~-“aa though I can hardly believe it. Will you go away now, dear, and come to me tomorrow. Toâ€"morrow we shall see how far we can trust each other.” ‘7 ‘There ié nothmg t0 forgiva,” she answered quickly ; ” it is no fault of yours, my poor__Erle_, and you were always good to The following afternoon Fern stood by the window, looking out on the white snowy road sparkling with wintry sunlight. Her little black bonnet lay on the table beside her, and the carriage that had brought her from Belgrave House had just driven away from the door. Erle had given special orders that it was to be at Miss Trafford’s service, and every morning the handsome bays and powdered footmen drew a youth- ful crowd around the side door of Mrs. \Vatkins’. Sometimes Fern entered the carriage alone, bnt very often her little sister was with her. Fluff revelled in those drives; herquaint remarks and ejacu- lations often brought a smile to Fern’e sad “p3: For an instant she shrank from him; then she lifted up her face and kissed him. “Good-bye, Erle," she said, “good- bye, my darling. No one will ever love you as l have loved you.” And then as he looked at her wistfully, she released herself and quietly left the room, and no one saw Evelyn Selby again that night. in spite of its unusual puleness, looked very beautiful in Fern’s eyes. Ah, no wonder he loved her! Those clear brown eyes were very candid and true. There could be no comparison between themâ€" none! She had little idea that Evelyn was saying to herself, "What a. sweet face! Erle never told me how lovely she was. 011, my darling, how could you help it? but you shall not be unhappy any it :2 bu't lon g9: ! ’ ’ “ Of course I knew who it. was.” went on Fern, gently ; “ you are the Miss Selby whom Mr. Erle is to marry. It is very kind of you to come and see me.” Oh, the bitter flush that passed over Evelyn’s face; but she only smiled faintly. “ Do you know, it is you whohave to do me a kindness. It is such a lovely afternoon, and you are alone. I want you to put on that bonnet again and have a drive with me; the park is delicious, and we could have our talk all the same. No, you must not refuse,” as Fern colored and hesitated at this unexpected request ; “ do me this little favorâ€"it is the first I have ever asked you.” And Fern yielded. “Ah', my bonnie man,” she said indig- nantly; “would your mither rain tears down on your sweet face, and make you Stairâ€"hearted before your time? Whist, then, my bairn, and J sun will catch the sunshine fbr you;” and Jean danced him vigor- Jean seldom dealt largely in soft words; she was somewhat brisk and sharp of tongueâ€"a bit biting, like her moorland breezes in winter time. In spite of her reverential tenderness for Fay, she would chide her quite roughly for What she called her fretting ways. She almost snatched the baby away from her one day when Fay was crying over him. That drive seemed like a. dream to Fern. The setting sun was shining between the bare trees in the park, and giving rosy flushes to the snow. Now and then a golden aisle seemed to open ; there was a gleam of blue ice in the distance. Miss Selby talked very quietly, chiefly of Mr. Huntingdon’s death and Mrs. Trafford’s sudden failure of strength. But as the sunset tints faded and the grey light of evening began to veil everything, and the gas lights twinkled, and the horses’ feet rang out on the frozen road, Evelyn leent back weerily in her place and relapsed into silence. Either the task she had setherself was harder than she thought, or her courage was failing; but the brave lips were quivering sadly in the dusk. For many weeks, indeed monthq, her want of strength and weary listlessness caused Mrs. Duncan great anxiety. She used to shake her head and talk vaguely to Jean of young folk who had gone intoa waste with nought but fretting, and had been in their graves before their friends realized that they were ill; to which Jean would reply, “ ’Deed and it is the truth, mistress; and I am thinking it is time that Mrs. St. Clair had her few ‘broth.”’ For all Jean’s sympathy found expression in deeds, not words. All the winter Fay remained quietly at the old Manse, tenderly watched over by her kind old friend and the faithful Jean. But as the carriage stopped, she suddenly roused herself. “ Ah, are we here?” she said with a little shiver; “ I did not think we should be home so soon.” Then turn- ing to the perplexed Fern, she took her hand gently. “(You must have some téa with me, and then the brougham will take you back;” and, without listening to her frightened remonstrance, she conducted her through a large, brilliantly lighted hall and down a narrow corridor, while one of the servants preceeded them and threw open a door of a small room, bright with limelight and lamplight, where a pretty Lea-table was already set. How was she to speak to him when her heart was breaking with happinessâ€"when her tears were falling so fast that Erle had to kiss them away. Could it be true that he was really beside her; that out of the mist and gloom her prince had come to her;that the words she had pined to hear from his lips were now caressing her ear. But Evelyn went up to her room. It is not ordained in this life that saints and martyrs should walk the earth with a visible halo round their heads; yet, when such women as Margaret Ferrers and Evelyn Selby go on their Weary way silently and uncomplaining, surely their guardian angel carries an unseen nimbua with which to crown them in another world. Fern did not hear the whispered order that Miss Selby gave to the serVant, and both question and answer were equally lost on her. “ Do not say I have any one with me,” she said, as the man was about to leave the room ; and then she coaxed Fern to take off her bonnet, and poured her out some tea, and told her that she looked pale and tired. “But you must have along rest; and, as Aunt Adela is out, you need not be afraid that you will have to talk to strangers. This is my private sanctum, and only my special friends come here.” “Did you hear her, my darling?” he said, as the fair head drooped on his shoul- der; “she has given us to each otherâ€"she has set me free to love you. Oh, Fern, I tried so hard to do my duty to her; she was good and true, and I was fond of herâ€" I think she is the noblest. women on God’s earthâ€"but it was you I loved, and she found out; I was miserable, and now she refuses to marry me; andirandâ€" will you not say one word to me, my deareét?” “ Miss Tarffurd !” he exclaimed, as though he could not believe his eyes; but Evelyn quietly went up to him and laid her hand on his arm.” “Yes, I have brought her. I asked her to drive with me, and she never guessed the reason; I could not have persuaded her to come if 3118 had. DearErle, I know your sense of honor, and that you would never free yourself; but now I give you back this “midrawing the diamond ring from her finger; “it is Miss Trafford’s, not mine. I cannot. keep another woman’s property.” And Fern, looking at them through a sudden mist, tried to follow Evelyn, but either she stumbled or her strength forsook her. But all at once she found herself in Erle’s arms, and pressed closely to him. “ I ought to be going home,” replied Fern uneasily; for the thought had suddenly occurred to her that Erie might come and find her there. and then what would he think? As this doubt crossed her mind, she saw Miss Selby knit her brow with a sudden expression of pain; and the next moment those light ringing footsteps}, that Fern often heard in her dreams, sounded in the corridor. Fern put down her cup and rose; “1 must go now," she said unsteudily. But as she Stretcth out her hand for her bonnet. Erle was already in the room, and was looking from one pale face to the other in undisguised amaze- ment “ Go to her, Erle,” she whispered, “ she is worthy even of you ; I would not marry you now even if she refused you, but ”â€"« with a look of irrepressible tendernessâ€"“ she will not refuse you;” and before he could answer her she was gone. “ Eva,” he remolmtmted, following her to the door, for she seemed about to leave them; “ I will not accept this sacrifice; I refuse to be set free,” but she only smiled at him. Or if she sighed; Or if forecasting grief and cure, Unconscious; solace than she drew Andlullud her babe, and unaware Lulled sorrow mo. 'I‘he cooing babe a Hail supplied, And ifAsh_en listmyfi n_(me might klmw AUN’ ‘ JEANIEVS GI CHAPTER XL Jam Inguhm, oust before the winfl'ow, while Fay peni tam:er dried her we? “ Oh, Jesm, give him back to me. I did not mean to make him cry; the tears will come sometimes, and I cannot keep them back. I will try to be goodgl will, indeed.” But baby Hugh had no wish to go back to his mother; he was crowing and pulling Jean’s fluxcn hair, and would not heed L‘ay’s sad liLIJe blnndish- ments. “ The bairns are like auld folks,” remarked Jean, triumphant at her success, and eager to point a. moral ;_ “ they cannot hide What is not bright. There is a time for everything, as Solonmn gays, ‘ a time to mourn and a time to dance ;” but there is never a time for a bairn L0 be sa-ir-hearted ; neither nature nor Soloman would hold with that, as Master Fergus would say. Eula sire! but he is a firm. preacher, is Master Fergus." “ IfI were as bald as yuu,” said Gus DeSmith to one of the most prominent citizens of Austin, “ I would wear a. wig.” “ Idon’t see why you should ever wear a. Wig if you were bald,” was the quiet reâ€" sponse, “ an empty barn doesn’t need a. roof.”-Te:cas Sifti’ngs. Fay took Jean‘s reproof very humbly. She shed no more tears when her baby was in her arms. It was touching to see how she strove to banish her grief, that the baby smiles might not be dimmed. Jean would nod her head with grim approval over her pile of finely ironed things as she heard Fay singing in a low sweet voice, and the baby’s delighted coos answering her. A lump used to come in Jean’s throat, and a suspicious moisture to her keen blue eyes, as she would open the door in the twiling and see the child-mother kneeling down beside the oldâ€"fashionedcradle, singing him to sleep. “ He likes the songs about the angels best,” Fay would my, looking up wistfully in Jean’s face. “ I sing him all my pretty songs, only not the Sufi ones. 1 am sure he loves me to do it." Pasnenger (in crmvvlm'l cur) Is this seaL engs gel ? Ouuupuntwlmu’t yer see. it is: 1) ‘ Passenger (forcibly rmnovillg.’ bundles, placing them on the floor, and sitting downlypretty comfortable kiml Ufa shy, ain’t it ? Nuvel Kenmdy for Rlielunutimn. A lady residing on South Main street arose from her bed last night in response to the appeals from her daughter, who was suffering from rheumatic pains, to give her a. vigorous application of some effective liniment which the family had been in the habit of using on such occasions. The fond mother rubbed her daughter’s limbs and applied the rmnuiy without stint. The pains soon disappeared and the (laughter slept well until morning, when she disuon ered that nearly 50 cents worth of cough medicine had been washed on her rheunmâ€" tism. Her pains returned as quickly as they had disappnure-lv .lm-A-xmwillw (11].) )(Jztl‘im‘. The Bank of England doors are now so finely balanced that a. clerk, by pressing a knob under his desk, can close the outer doors instantly, and they cannot be opened again except by special process. This; is done to prevent the during and in- genious unemployed of the metropolis from robbing the bank. The bullion depart ment of this and other banks are nightly submerged several feet in water by the notion of the machinery. In some banks the bullion department is (connected with the manager‘s sleeping-room, and an entrance can not be effected without shoot- ing a bolt in the dormitory, which in turn sets in motion an alarm. If a. visitor durâ€" ing the day should happen to knock off one porn a pile of half sovereigns the whole pile would disappear, 2L pool of water taking its place. “ Maybe the brain] does not know his mither apart from the W0me angels,” muttered Jean in a. gruff aside, as slm laid down he)“ pile of dainty linen. .lvun knew more than any one cl ; she could have told her mistress, if she chose ; that it was odd that 8.11 Mrs. St. (lluir’s linen was marked “F. Redmond.” But she kept her own counsel. Jean would not have lifted a finger to restore Fay to her husband. The blunt Scotch handnmiden could not abide menâ€" “ a pllirJiPM'ted, fer'kless lot,” as she was wont to say. 01" course the old master and Mr. Fergus were exceptions to this. Jean worshipped her n‘mster; and, though she held the doctrine 0f original sin, wculd never have owned that Mr. Fergus lmd a fault. But tu the rush of mankind she was suspiciously unchm‘imble. “ To think he drove her from him mtlm [nir bit lszmie," she would say; “and yettho law can’t lmve the hanging of him. Redmond, indeed ! but we won‘t own to any $11101} name. It is lucky the old might-as is not ower sharp» sighted-~but. there, such an idea would never get. into her head.” The Pinte Indians of Nevada are just now engaged in their annual rabbit hunt. It is their custom to form a circle ten or twelve miles in diameter and gradually contract it until large numbers of rabbits have been driven together in the centre. Then the slaughter begins, the little animals being killed in thousands. A young man in Tallahassee, Fle., who in selling,’ on his sweetheart stayed until past midnight, found the front door of the house fastened when he was ready to go. He made his exit through a window, and fell into the hands of the town marshal, Who mistook him for a burglar and marched him off to the look-up. Mrs. Johnson Newman, of Jasper, Tex., heard dogs buying the other evenâ€" ing, and going out of doors she found that they had driven a. handsome buckdeer into e corner of the fence near the house. Procuring an axe, she dealt the animal two powerful blows on the head and killed it. The largest diamond ever found in the United States was picked up by a. laborer employed m grading a street in Manchester, Va. It Weighed 23313 carats in rough, and 11g carats when out. It passed into the possession of Capt. Samuel Dewey, and John D‘lorrissny once loaned $6,000 on it. Here and There. Juliforniu has sent east seven solid train loads of raisins, each train composed of twenty cars, thus far this season. It ié a singular fact that the recent cold snap in Georgia froze up the ice factory at Griffin and greprivcgthefltowppf ige. A man in Paineville, Ore., bit off an ad- Versm‘y’snose in :1 qurn'el and thelocal paper says that he was fined $250 and placed under bonds to keep the piece. Congressman Scott, of Pennsylvania, is worth anywhere from $15,000,000 to $20,- 000,000. He began life an a. clerk on a canal boat at the age of twenty. A ferocious panther rushed through the streets of Montgomery, Pm, pursued by a. packof dogs, the other day. A score of men turned out with guns to kill the animal, but it escapud into the woods. Whenever Ben Mann, of Terrell county, (3a., returns from a hunting trip-he throws a nickel to his favorite pointer and the dog picks it up in his mouth, trots over to the butcher’s and buys a piece of meat for himself. When the fire department at Brunswick, G8", is called out at night Mrs. M. (l. Rowe hangs n. lantern on the piazza. of her house to notify the firemen that there is hotcoffee awaiting them there when they have fin- ished their labors. A Kansas City oculth says that nearly two~thirds of the spectacles and eyeglasses which near-sighth people pay good prices for are merely bits of common glass treated with a coating of chemicals, which gives them the appearance of; being genuine peb- bles. How the Bank of England is Protected. Doggmhness A ulumw waged The Empty Barn. r’I‘n he (snhlinnndj Has Haulan Lost His Grip ‘ZfiPhilosophical Training Demanded. The defeat of “ Ned ” Hanllm by Teemer at Toronto in August indicates the “_end of the glory " of the doughty cham- p101). He has sustained his record with admira- ble pluck and success, but the tremendous strain of years of training must certainly some day find its limit. â€"Notice is given by Bennet Rosamond, of Almonte, of application for divorce from his wife, Adair M. Rosamond, on the grounds of adultery and desertion. Aprop'os of this we recall the following interesting {emipisgence of aquatic annals: On a fine bright day in August, 1871, an excited multitude of 15,000 to 20,000 perâ€" sons lined the shores of the beautiful Kene» becasis, near St. John, N.B., attracted by a {culvoared race between the famous Paris crew, of that city, and a picked English crew, for $5,000 and the championship of the world. Wallace Ross, the present re- nowned oarsman, pulled stroke for the Blue Nose crew, and “ Jim " Renforth, champion souller and swimmer of England and of the world, was stroke in the English shell. Excitement was at fever heat. But three hundred yards of the course had been covered when the Englishmen noticed that their rivals were creeping awn-Ya Isaiah Williamson, of Philadelphia, is the richest bachelor in the United States. His fortune of $20,000,000 was made in the dry goods trade, and yields him an annual income of a. million and a half. IIappvaatfierwBy George, can you hem- him all this distance ?~â€"1’ittsbm'g (J'lzyronicle Fr'u-nd (to happy father) rmHello, Jones, let me, congratulate you. I hear you have a new boyiayyour gouge. “ "Give us a. dozen,Jim,” said the veteran Hurry Kelly, ex-clmmpion of England, who was Pulling No. 3 gar. y “ f can’t: boys, I’m done,” saidRenforth, and with these words he fell forward, an innnéinaite heap in t_he bqait. _ OUR lady friends will be interested in knowing that by sending 206. to pay post. age, and 15 top covers of Warner’s Safe Yeast (showing that they have used at least 15 packages) to H. H. Warner&Co., Roches- ter, N. Y., they can get a 500 page, finely illustrated COOK BO0K,f1'('e. Such a book, bound in cloth, could not be bought for less than a. dollar. It is a. wonderfully good chance to get a fine book for the more post- age and the ladies should act promptly. “ He has beén poisoned by bookmakers," may; the cg'y, angi belie‘f. Everything that science and skill could suggest for his restoration was tried -, but after terrible struggles of agony, the strong man, the flower of the athletes and lyride of his countrymen, passed away. When a man comes home late at night, after working hard all the evening at the office on the books, it is mean for his wife to require him to say, “ Say, should such a. shapely sash shabby stitches show ?” be- fore she will unbolt the front doshâ€"~101Mâ€" nal of Education. The stomach was analyzed, but no sign or trace of poison could be found therein, though general examination showed a very strange condition of the blood and the lifeâ€" giving and health-preserving organs caused by years of unwise training. While the muscular development was perfect the heart and kidneys were badly congested. This is just what every sufferer wantsv prompt action and rapid relief from pain, The grandest discovery of the age, the great pain cure, is Polson’s Nervilineâ€"prompt, powerful, pleasant to the taste, and yet so pure that it may be given to the youngest infant. Try a 10 cent sample bottle, which you can purchase at any drug store. Nervi- line, the great, sure, and prompt pain cure. The large bottles are only 25 cents. The Merciful Wife is Merciful to “ Him. The whole system was, therefore, in just that state when the most simple departure from ordinary living and exertion was of momentous consequence. Hie wonderful strength only made his dying paroxysme more dreadful and the fatality more cer- tain. Making Hay While the Sun Hllinen. “You seem to be enjoying yourself, Bobby,” remarked one of the guests at a dinngr pgrty. ’ “ Yes,” assented Bobby, with his mouth full, “ I am making the most of it, ’cnuse after pa an’ ma give a big dinner like this, it’s always cold pickin’ for the next thirty days.”»â€" Harper’s Bazar. A broad land is this in which we live, dotted so thickly with thirfty cities, towns and villages l Amid them all. with ever increasing popularity and helpfulness, is Dr. Pierce’s Golden Medical Discovery, giving hope and cheer where there is disease and despair. Wherever there is humanity there is suffering; wherever there is suffer- ing there is the best field for this greatest American Remedy. 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