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The]! tie a string around your thumb And don’t 1101' wunt‘s ignore When your wife is on tho rampage For " cutpricc goods " of gum, Jnhu‘ “Nothing {more now, thank you,” she said gratefully. “ I am exceedingly obliged to you,” 3115a added, undGuy Stuart moved As hé spoke. he lifted Mrs. Ross lightly and easily, as ii she had been a. child, and fol- lowed Shirley as she went down to the ladies' Cabin, Prcwznfly placing his burden carefylly on a. cpqch. ” You must let me have the same pleas- ure when we arrive at the end of our voyage,” he said in the deep gentle voice which seemed to carry strength and sup- port to p00r Shirley with every word. “ Is there anything more I can do for you?" he added, bending over Mrs. Boas for a mo. ment, and again the good-natured Emile crept: tohis lips. Ah, the A 1 gallus promises Which given out at. mom Make peace until you do confess You‘ve kept them in a, horn ; And wilted and dejected and Curled up by wilely sv'orn, You wish and wish and wish and wish You never had been born. Therefore, When the wife remarks with earnestness As you step from out the door: Annnias - dearâ€" just > recollect~thatvwc-nremuL71ifv bnking»)>0wdurhnd»t}minstnhnonbon » L110- piano -i - duo - 10-day» un‘- we â€" need - somev wemhe) st)‘i11s»u11‘- den‘L » forget ~ LOILyILI‘dS' of~iuvisihle-gr -tricnt~an‘»u»1lain-Mr-hmv :LbOutâ€"that-senlskinâ€"you-lu‘oln' dâ€"anlsmne- tapioca-an‘-four»ynrdwot-blue- ribbon » mm- inchesqvidc-you~know4ny» shade any-some- Jackrrosos-forwo-nighvantsomeq)ie-apph‘s‘ and - the - hn‘nmng -lan1p - {mithoflusv hillA (amne»to~duy»zm’»1‘mne1nb0râ€"the~ruggifor-the- library-floor. Then tie a. string around your 1hunxh, And don‘t her ‘ants ignore When your wife is on the rmnpago And requests a. dry goods store. v “ Thank you,” she responded, with a. smile which lighted up her pale face and made it beautiful exceedingly. “ I shall be very much obliged. I am a sad coward, I fear.” “ Not at all,” he said gently. “ Will you go first,” he added to Shirley, “ and lead thg w_ay torthe lgdies’ cabin." “It will be no trouble,” hesaid, earnestly and kindly. “Pray allow me,” he added, bending over Mrs. Rosa, and speaking in a very winning voice. “I will be very careful.” _“ I agisure she does not like the idea of this aeécent,” he said cheerily. “ The ladder is so narrow that it does not admit of two abreast,-‘or I would ask her to accept my arm; but, if she will allow me to carry herâ€"I am very strong, and for some years I was, zbccustomed to carrying an invalid sisterAâ€"j : ' [ii-(0‘15 are very good,” Shirley repeated, hesitatingly, “but I ought not to trouble youL” Oh,she mid she‘d never marry any Tom and Dick and Harry, She'd wed some famous scientist of learning and renown '. But her 'l‘om was quite common-in], and of Agassiz and Hersrhcl He was as ignorant, she said, M any circus clown. Shirley turned quickly and saw that the gentleman who was addressing her was a. tall, broad-shouldered man of thirty, or thereabouts,‘ wearing a loose, fur-lined travelling coat, and looking altogether u very distinguc personage. He had been watching, with a pitying look in his dark gray eyes, the progress of Shirley and her mother from the train, but he had not defed to offer his assistance until he saw that it was needed. As Shirley raised her eyes to his, she felt a. thrill of gratitude which brightened her face. “ThanE you,” she said, earnestly; “you are very 8005" My mother is an invalid, andâ€"” So she gave agkitteq Ho wouc t_o making money and forgot his wild despmr ; Jr‘oz'gomlmy: at any INC 110 hastened to de- generate . I _ Into a. sordld lnwmcss 1mm, 3. trifling nub lionaire. But shcr wed 9,, cicntifiv, and his tnchs were quite terrific For various kinds of iusncis and for toads and other game ; And instead of plaques and pimturus, rattle,- snakes and boa coustrictors He‘d take into his sitting-room to ornament the same. And his cob ‘a di CMKBHO, IL very chm‘ming follow, Through his drossinga‘oom and bedroom used to nmwhalanbly drift; And an clcphznit‘s proboscis and two young rhinocm‘oses Ho 1' resented to his children as :L fitting Christ- .‘ mas gift. Bun he sold his Wife's: piano in buy ipumcuzmha To feefl‘his hippopotmnus to case his stomach aches. And a shark ate up his baby, for you know how hungry they be, And he went and pawned his overcoat to feed his rattlesnalg . As a zealous (loco mtor he preferred ml alligator To 31 statue of Minerva. or a. bust of Henry ‘ my ; And you ought to hear him talk {I while of his bouncing baby crm'odile That he played with in his parlor just to While the time away; “Can I be of any assistance?” Haida deep, rich voice close to Shirley. “This is rather a formidable descent for an invalid.” Shirley had dreaded beyond all things the change from the train to the boat ; but her mother seemed to have rallied wonder- fully during the last few minutes. With the assistance of Shirley’s arm, shealighted from the train and walked firmly enough across the short space to the boat ; but there her strength failed her. The sight of the ladderâ€"for the tide was rather low and the vessel below the level of the quayâ€" terrified her in her weakness and debility, and she stood still, clinging to Shirley, trembling and faint. But even then her eagerness to continue her journey made her try to dissemble. -. .. . .1 “ It is only for a. minute, dear,” she said, trying to speak lightly. “Anything of that kind ' Inside me sick and giddy even in my best days. I shall be all right in a moment.” A Story of Woman’s Faithfulness. l a» 'is far easier to promise Than to make your pledges right; The niggard in his promises Is a lagzgurd in the flight; The promise oft shuts 011‘ debate, And is pleasauter than light, And you 11mm 8. L'1\:llll, “him cunscioncv ’i‘ill you get hmm- at night. But thouâ€"â€" When the wife remarks with mnplmnjs Standing in the door: n-H(~11ryâ€"dcm*please ‘(fiillLflt’IUill'kCl ndown 91 forvtha finialâ€"013cc“ou-N0,â€"607311'7t1msu- i pillow » hams - 9411'thI‘OCVDOIIHGSVUf- Javaiol M ochit-mix0d-’u-a-yard-ofâ€"ol‘»gold- plus} 1111- some - cheese - im'â€" remember ~theâ€"window- shadean-the- prunesâ€"an’»a-cap-forâ€"Johnny- nn‘-rumember - Ethel's â€" (1011 -an'-betterigctâ€" yoursolfia-five - (cont â€" comb - and vibeâ€"hired- girl‘swvagcs » are, A (111v, « mil dun‘t - forget-the theatre -t1ukcts-uu‘-ii'~yuu»didn‘tâ€"llavu-x lich- a-poor-mc1110)"yâ€"I-\\'0u1d-te]1-y0u-Ints-mm‘c. Then tie a string around your thumb And don’t her wants ignore \Vhen your wife is on the rampage And uncurks her guuLlc roar. SHIRLEY ROSS : ” And Don‘t Forget Theâ€"‘ She Married a Scholar. ,wor Tom the mitten, and as mock CHAPTER II. â€"-Clzi('<1go Inter-(Mean â€"Ytln7€68 Blade away, thinking am he had never seen so lovely in face, and wondering What; could in. (lune her to travel when she was so ill. Notwithstanding Shirley’s hopes, the crossing was not H. calm one; the lump in the ladies’ cabin swung I0 and fro, the ves- scl cranked and throbbed and shook. There were not many passengers on board, and none of the few ladies crossing 11M] de- scended into the ladies’ cabin, so that Shir- ley was alone with her mother and the stewardess. The latter, being new to her business, lay prostrate and suffering on one of the couches, only too thankful that no one needed her servicesu Many and many a and thought came to Shirley Ross, as she crouched down on the floor by her mother’s sofa, watching the still, pale face, which lay with closed eyes upon the pillows, by the light of the crank- ing lamp. It was not often that she had leisure to think of the terrible trouble that was drawing so near: so near that it seemed to be beside her now in the dim lighhtouch ing her with its cold hand. She felt conâ€" fused and wretched and faint-hearted. lt seemed as if the moaning of the sea and wind was prophesying sadness and sorrow. She fancied she could hear her father’s voice above the noise of the wind and waves, warning: her in tender, pitying words. Episodes in their past life, feces and towns she had seen, songs she had lovediall seemed crowded together in her brain, puzzling and bewildering her. Whether her mother slept, or whether during a part of the time she lay in a stupor of exhaustion, Shirley did not know. Once or twice she lifted her head upon her arm and moistened her lips with brandy, and Mrs. Ross’ dark eyes opened for a mo. ment to smile faintly at her daughter, but she did not speak. Either she was too faint andnw-wearyfior she was husbanding her strength for the rest of the journey. It was a terrible journey. Aocustomed us Dr. Graham was to sad experiencesâ€"for men in his profession see the most Borrow- ful side of lifeâ€"he felt that he had never ,inrfl An hour passed by; there was a clock in the cabin, and Shirley could distinguish by the light of the swinging lamp that it was nearly six o’clock. At half-past six they ought to be at Folliestone, and Jack was to meet them at Charing Cross at half-past eight. HOW slowly the time went by ! How wan and white and suffering the beautiful face upon the pillows lookei! Never in all the your? to comoinever in her deepest joy, in her most abject miserywflid Shirley Ross forget that voyage; never, in a life more checkered by light and shade than most lives, could she lose the recollection oflthat ship’s cabin. with its velvet-covered sofas and gilt moldings, and the quiet face which looked as if it were carved in stone. “ That poor childâ€"what a terrible jourâ€" ney for her!” Guy Stuart remarked sor I‘O\\'£lllly.u _ “Tervrible indeed!” said the physician sadly. " You had better find a seat for yourself,” be added hastily. “We are just off.” “ Is it well for her to travel ‘3" he whis- pered to the doctor, as the latter prepared to follow. He shrugged his shoulders. ” It can make no material difference,” he said hurriedly. “Opposition would have hurried the end. As it is, she may live to see her sonâ€"but it is doubtful." The doctor had already placed Mrs. Ross in a carriage. She had not fainted,but was perfectly conscious, although in a state of terrible exhaustion. Without a wordâ€"the poor girl could not trust herself to speakâ€" Sliirley held out her hand to Captain Stuart with a glance of farewell. He tookitin his for a moment with a cordial pressure, and, when he released it, he saw Shirley getinto the carriage, go to her mother’s side and give her the support of her arm once more. Slowly the white lids were lifted, and the pale lips parted as if about; to speak. “ Do you want anything, dear ‘3” Shirley asked tenderly. “Only to tell you, Shirleyâ€"” Mrs. Ross said faintly. “ I must go onâ€"I must go on 1 Shirley, you promised l” panted the dying woman, and the doctor saidrhgstilyâ€" " Of course you shall go‘on. I am going onrmygelf and will travel with ye}1._’: Shirley’s hazel eyes went gratefully to his face, and then, without a. word, she made arrangements for her mother’s comfort, drawing her wraps carefully around her with a calmness at which Guy Stuart al- most wondered, until he saw how terribly pale she was and how firmly the white lips Were set It was the doctor who carried Mrs. Ross from the bout to the train, leaving Captain Stuart to follow with ,Shirley. As they stepped on to the deck together, the young oflicer saw that the girl reeled dizzin for a. moment, but she recovered herself almost immediately, and, declining his assistance by a gesture, walked up the wet wooden steps tq the train. “To tell me What, mother?” the girl asked, lifting the weary head upon her breast. “Is itanvthing I ought to know 1’” “ Yes,” came thé hurried whisper. “ It migbt save you. Oh, if I could only get strehgth l" The feeble voice died away, the eyes closed; again the exhaustion or faintness seemed 10 overcome her. Slowly the breath came from the white lips, 'but there was not so much suffering now on the sufferer’s face, and Shirley thought that she slept. Twice her lips parted; but only disjointed words fell from them. Shirley heard some- thing about “ cruel ” and “ Scotland ” and “poor Shirley," but that was all, and pre- sently even these ceased, and the pale face grow peaceful for a few minutes. “ Will it not be better to telegraphto him to join you here ‘3” Guy Stuart asked pity- ingly, while the (loctor looked dubious, knowingthat the exertion could make little difference to Marion Ross now. 7 Then, when she rallied again, the same eager expression came into her eyes, the same anxiety to tell her daughter something which it was desirable that she should know, but her strength was not equal to her will, and she was obliged to lie back on the pillows, with a murmured “ presently, I will tell her presently," which showed Shir- ley how great her weakness had become; and the girl grew faint with terror at the thought that she might not liveto complete her journey. “ My mother is most anxious to get to London to-night," Shirley added, interpret- ing the eager entreaty in the dark eyes which the white lips could not fmme. “ My bro- ther is to meet us there." Suddenly and sharply the motion of the vessel ceased, and Shirley guessed thatthey hurl reached their destination. The steward- ess rose from her couch and tried to collect her scattered senses and to offer Shirley some assistance. “We have arrived, dear,” Shirley said, bendingr over her mother, and the dark eyes opengd with spdgien eagerness. L“ Yes ; that is well?” she said glafl it ispvgg.” U She raised herself from her pillows, but, when she tried to stand she sunk back wealgly, looking pltifully‘ut‘ S_hi1:ley. “ We shall be able to go on shore in a few minutes,” he said gently. “ Can I do any- thing for you ?” he" added hastily, seeing Mrs. Ross’ condition. “ There is a doctor on board. I will fetch him." He hurried away, returning almost im- mediately with a grave-looking middle-aged man, whose face grew very pitiful when he saw the white face lying on Shirley’sshoul- der, and, holdinngs, Ross’ wrist between his fingers, he asked a. few questions which Shirley answered. “No, no; he would nob let me go on,” Mrs. Ross said eagerly, and then she uttered a. little cry of joy, as the gentleman who carried her on board appeared in the door- way. “ I "(immoth Ehe said faintly," and the stewardess hurried forward. “'I think the lady is very ill, miss,” she Whispered. “ Shall I see if there is a doc- tor on board ‘2" assisted upon such a sad journey as this one. It was pitiful to see the efforts the dying women made to hide her exhaustion from her daughter, whose sud eyes rarely left her face in the dim light of the railway carriage. It was terrible to see her endea- vors to speak, totell Shirleythe story which she was so anxious that she should hear, but which she was perfectly unequal to re- lating now. Often afterward Shirley re~ called those endeavors, and wondered whether her mother could have seen into the future and known then, when earth was fading from her, and Heaven drawing so near, that the knowledge of that story might have saved her from even greater misery than her mother had borne. Ah, if she could have looked forward, surely she could not have died without telling herâ€"â€" without warning her ! The train sped on far more rapidly than the French one hail (lone. Dr. Graham’s professional experience enabled him to place Mrs. Ross in a position in which she could most easily bear the jolting, which was fortunately but slight. She was too t-Almlwlml now to suffer much. She lay quietly in her daughter’s arms, punting slightly, \vikh closed eyes and pulliil lips ; ind it seemed to Shirley that momentarily he weight on her shoulders increased and her breathing grew fainter. Dr. Graham never forgot those two hours ', they seemed so long to him that he eould not help thinking what they must seem to Shirley, as she sat, pale and motionless, watching her mother‘s face with steady sorrowful eyes, the face which was so beautiful, so wondrously beautiful even now. There was no attempt to blind himself now to the truth ; it did not need the gravity and pity on Dr. Graham’s face to show Shirley that the end was near. She had not the faintest gleam of hope now ; she knew that the days, and even the hours, of the mother whom she loved so tenderly were numbered ; she could only pray mutely, with all her aching, suffering heart, that she might live to see Jack again, and to tell them both that which she was so anxious that they should know. It might save her, she had said in her low broken voice in the cabin of the steamer. Save her from what? Shirley wondered vaguely. But she would never reach that land nowflthe land in which she had suffered cruelly, but which nevertheless she loved with a great love still; the land whose heather and wild thyme she had seemed to smell when many hundred miles lay between them and her;the land whose hills and valleys were lovelier to her eyes than those of any of the sunny lands she In the adjoining room Jack sat with his head buried in his hands, sobbing as if his heart would break ; and the sound of those heavy sobs stole in upon the silence of the other room and made Shirley shiver as she knelt. Poor Jack I It had been a terrible blow to him, for he had not dreamed that his mother was so ill. He knew that she had been delicate for many months, and that she had wished to return to Scotland, because she felt that she could not live very long ; but he had treated the fancy rather as a whim than otherwise, and had con- cluded that she had \vearied of her life in the dull German town, and had resolved to accept her brother’s offer and return to her native land. He did not know, poor lad, that Marian Ross would not have dreamed of returning to her own landif she had not known with unerring intuition that she was dying. “ We are nearly there now,” said Dr. Graham quietly, as they passed Chisel- hurst; and his words fell upon Marian Ross’ ears, and her dim eyes opened. “ Nearly there,” she repeatedi“ and l have nos told Shirley l I should like to tell Shirley myself.” “Tell me what, dear ?” the girl whis- pered; and long months afterward she remembered the look with which her mother answered They had carried her with tender hands into the great hotel which adjoins the station, and had laid her upon a bed, and all that skill could do was done for her relief. The hemorrhage had been stopped, but consciousness had not returned, and she lay upon the pillows like one dead. Very gently Shirley’s skilful hands had removed her wraps, and replaced the heavy travelling-dress bya loose wrapper, and drawn back the heavy hair from the pure blue-veined brow ; and the girlwas kneeling by the bed now, calm and pale, with her eyes fixed on the beautiful face, watching eagerly for some signs of returning consciousness. A porter, running along the platform, threw open the carriage doors as hepassed, and the passengers poured out. Guy Stuart, springing from the first-class smoking carriage in which he had travelled, looked eagerly around him for Dr. Graham and his companions. A young man, fair and handsome, with curly, yellow hair and anxious blue eyes, was pushing his way through the crowd, seeking some one with intense eagerness. Captain Stuart watched him earnestly ; something in the handsome face struck him as familiar, and he fol- lowed him with his eyes. He saw him go from carriage to carriage ; and then he perceived a slender form stagger toward him with outstretched arms~the form of a. woman wrapped in sealskin and shawls? who tottered as she came, and, but for the support of the young girl at her side, must have fallen. He saw Dr. Graham’s grave, anxious countenance as he followed ; he saw a sudden light brighten the young man’s face, and then fade as quickly ; he heard a faint, low, joyful cry as the mother fell upon her son’s neck, a cry which was echoed by her daughter as the beautiful head fell back a tellâ€"tale stream escaped from the parted lips ; and Guy Stuart knew that what the doctor had dreaded had taken place. CHAPTER III. “ The story â€" my story,” she said hoarsely ;'” it might warn you, and~und you would hear it better from me; you would judgeâ€"” Her voice failed once more, her head fell back. Shirley, watching, saw a faint tinge of color rise in her hollow cheek and an agony of shame in the shining eyesâ€" shining now at the thought of seeing her son once more. “ You shall tell us by and by, mother dear,” she said soothingly. “You shall tell Jack and me, you know, when you are rested.” A faint smile crossed the dying lips and shone for a moment in the dagk eyes. A “ No one can tell it you but me,” she said steadily. “No one knows all-but me. Your father knew a little, but no one knows all but me.” She repeated the words more than once as she looked dreamin before her, and some irresistible impulse made Shirley bend over her. “ All what, dear ?" she asked eagerly. “All the sorrow and shame,” said Marion Ross piteously, the pale lips begin ning to quiverâ€"” all the temptation. I would rather tell you myself, Shirleyâ€" whenâ€"wher. I 8.111 rested.” The speed slackened; they were drawing near the station. The sounds of the great city reached them now, reached even the failing senses of the woman who had come there to die. She sat up eagerly, pressing her feeble hands against her heart, as if to stop its short rapid throbs. Then, as the train stopped, she stood -up alone and unaided, a wonderful eagerness lighting up her dying face. She closed her eyes and lay back on the cushions of the carriage leaving her hands in Shirley‘s. The train Blackened for a. moment, and then went on again, even as Marian Ross’ life was speeding on more rapidly toward its goal. On, on the train went, on until it reached the great city, and Dr. Graham, bendingforward, saw the lights of London and the great net-work of roofs over which for a few moments they seemed to be travelling. had seen since she had left them ', the land in which she had played as a child, but which she had left in her early woman- hood, and had never seen since, and was never to seeâ€"Scotland, her “ min countrie,” which had been, as she said, so cruel to her. Cruel to her! How bad Scotland been oruel to her? Shirley wondered dimly, as she recalled the piteous words and the pitiful smile with which they had been uttered. Cruel! Who could have been cruel to her lovely gentle mother! She had displeased her brother in some way by her marriage, Shirley knew ; but in what way she did not guess. Probably because she, who was beautiful enough to have married well in a. worldly sense, had chosen to wed a poor man. And yet she had never been sorry for that; Shirley knew that she had loved him with a faithful undying loveâ€"u love which would have laorneany suffering for and with him,a love which would have counted the world well lost for his sake. Shirley knew that her mother lmd loved her father deeply; but she little guessed then how deeply ‘Mariun Fairholme had loved Roland Ross. Cruel to her l \Vhat muttered its cruelty now ‘2 What mattered Sir Gilbert Fair- holme’s long displeasure, his wife’s unbroken silence and contempt? They nmmered little to her new as she lay there, white and beautiful, drifting slowly away, across the sea. of death, home. Never, even inthe days of her beauty, when she had been the belle of every ball, and Miss FairhOlme of Fairholme had been the reigning toast in the county, had she looked lovelier than now. She was white as marble; even the parted lips through which her breath came so feebly wer pallid ; but the long lashes swept her cheeks in a heavy dark fringe, and the rich dark hair in all its luxuriance streamed down upon the pillow, falling in silky waves over the crimson flannel of her wrapper and on her kneeling daughter’s clasped hands. And that last terrible day when her father died I Could she ever forget that? Could she ever feel less pain at that memory than shedid now, when the hot tears rose thick and fast, and the red lips quivered with irrepressible pain ? It was at a quaint little old sea-port town on the cost of Brittany, and cluring the morning Shirley and Jack had wandered down the steep path at the end of the village which lead to the beach. It was toward the end of summer, the bathing-season was over, and the fishing fleets were preparing to put to sea. The fishermen were busy with their heats, the women within doors were making active preparations for their husband’s departure. It was a cheerful, pleasant little place, and the sea. was heav- ing and flashng in the sunshine and rolling upon the beach, where the waves broke with a musical little ripple. Shirley and It was night now, almost midnight ; and the sounds of life and animation which had been unceasing during the three hours which Shirley had passed by the bedside were gradually dying away. Sometimes there were steps and voices in the passages without, which made the girl start and look anxiously at her mother, but they did not disturb her rest. Then, as these gradually died away and ceased, the occasional shrill whistle of a train rose upon the silence of the night, making the girl’s heart throh fast and her pulses quicken ; but it did not reach the numbed senses of the dying woman. Ah, when Shirley’s broken-hearted sobbing, “Mother, mother l” was unheeded, would any other sound pierce those dulled ears ? That day too in Brussels, a long golden summer day, when they had pienicked in the Bois de la. Cambre and enjoyed its glorious trees and lovely verdure, and had watched from their seats by the lake the stars came out one by one over the deep blue sky, and had driven home down the long boulevards in the shabby little one- horse vehicle, of which Jeokhad made such fun ! And that day in Venice, when Shirley got her first peep at the Queen of the See! How well she remembered her wonder and delight, and the beauties of Florence and the grandeurs of Rome! Ah, how she remembered them all ! What could that story be, Shirley wondered to herself, as the night wore onâ€" thc story she was so anxious to tell, but for which she had not strength ‘3 It could not be a short: story, or she would have told it ; she would have found power enough for that. What did she mean by sin and shame and sorrow ? There was no sin, no shame on that lovely marble face, only sorrow and suffering andâ€"beneath them now, but soon_t0 surmount themâ€"peace. Ah, those happy days 1 How they came back, one by one, bright and vivid, as if twenty-four hours had not elapsed since their evenings fell and their light faded to Shirley Ross, as she knelt in the silent room in the still night hours. That day in Paris, when, after spending some long happy hours at the Louvre, feasting their eyes on its beauties, they had gone and dined ata bright little restaurant in the Palais-Royal and had finished up the even- ing at the Theatre Francais, Where they had been charmed with Sardou’s comedy “ Maitre Guerin”â€"Shirley remembered that day so Well ; the chestnut-trees were in flower andthe sun was shining so cheerin down on the gay groups of lJOIIIICS and chil- dren in the gardens, and there had been flowers on the bright dinner-table ; and her mother had looked so lovely in her delicate gray dress and black lace bonnet that more than one had turned to admire her as she passed by, and she had laughed and blushed at her husband’s smiling eompli~ ments, as if she had been a girl in her teens. Shirley tried to think~she tried to look back into the past and recall her mother’s life; but it had always been calm and peaceful and apparently happy, and the look of deep sadness had been so constant on her face that Shirley had grown to regard it as natural. No, there was noth- ing in the past of which Shirley knew to bring that look of anguish and misery to the dark eyes. Her father’s death had been a fearful sorrow truly, and one from which her mother had never recovered; but there was no shame to touch him. No, they had been happy yearsâ€"Shirley felt sure of thatâ€"happy years and pleasant, occupied with wanderings in quaint foreign cities, husband and wife never remaining long in any one place, never wearying of it, but taking and enjoying all its charms and beauty, and than leaving itâ€"going southward with the swallows, lingering under the blue skies and breathing soft balmy air when the northern world was frost-bound and chill; then, when the golden summer days came back, returning northward again, but never coming to Englandmnever. Yes, it had been a pleasant life, although to Sir Gilbert Fairholme it had seemed a strange and wandering existence, Roland Ross was an artist, and he had not cared to have a settled home anywhere, but had followed his art ; and wherever it led him he was content to go, andhis wife had been content to follow. He had not been a very successful artist, perhaps, for although he had genius, he lacked perseverance, which is, after all, the key to success; but, so long as he made sufficient money to keep his wife and children in comfort, he had not cared. Naturally a hopeful andhappy- dispositioned man, he was nearly always bright and cheerful,brave under disappointâ€" ment, and always tender and loving to his own. The children’slives had been sun- shiny and cloudless ; they had grown up with an intense love for all that was beautiful in nature and art, they had re. ceived every educational advantageâ€"for abroad in those sunny foreign lands pro- fessors were obtained who, in England, would have asked the same number of pieces in gold for those they received in silverâ€"and Shirley had such a. beautiful voice that it was well that it should be highly cultivated, and she loved music. her brother had sat down on the side of an old boat which stood high and dry, and had talked of England, and wondered why they knew so little of home, and had laughed and shattered with a. sturdy old fisherman who was working away at his nets close by. Shirley could remember his kindly weather- beaten face even then. They had been so happy and light-hearted ; no shadow of the coming trouble had fallen upon them ; their father and mother were well. He had been out sketching duringthe morning, and had come home a little tired, and was resting on the sofa in their little sitting- roomâ€"for they had been spending the summer at Port St. Pierre, and Shirley was burned by the sun into a clear soft brown. And then she and Jack had run up the steep path, with merry laughter and shouts, to the chalet on the edge of the cliff where they lived, and Mrs. Ross had met them smiling too, but with upraised finger, urging silence, because their father was asleep. â€"The bald-headed man may not earn any more bread than the rest of us, but with his vast glacial-period brow he could sweat for a whole family. Poor mother ! It was the last time Shirley ever saw her face bright and smil- ing. An hour afterward she went softly into the little sitting-room, and then came a quick terrified cry which brought Jack quickly into the room. Their father was lying quietly upon the cushions, his eyes closed, his lips parted in a faint smile ; but there was a strange, awful indefinable look upon his face which, although they had never seen death, told them what it was. Their mother was bending over the sofa ; and she turned her face to them with a. pitiful look of entreaty. New School of Morality. “ Mamma, Lili has been telling another fibl Say to her its very wicked for a little girl to tell flbsâ€"‘that she must wait till she grows up I ” “ I cannot waké him,” she said hurriedly ; “ and he is so cold. I think he has fainted.” n I didn’t; bégin it,” truthfully replied the great man. “ It was here when I got here.” She bent over him again,touchingllis hands with one of hers. Then her face changed ; a. terrible look of anguish came upon it ; and, before Jack could go to her assistance, she had fallen in a. swoon at their feet. Roland Ross was dead- He Disclaimed Responsibility. “ How did you begin life ‘2” the young manflaskqd fihg great man. “They say it’s too good, mum, and theyjlje ‘afliqiidhit’si 0190.” “'Oh! Well, before putting it on the table stretch a. few hairs through it.”â€" Omalza World. That was three years ago now; but Shirley remembered it all as clearly as possible, as clearly as though it had happened yesterday. i’i‘esentiy the debt opened, and Jack came softly in. Shirley rose and went to meet llim,§11d they kissed eagh qther._ _ Boardingâ€"house Keeper â€"â€" Impossible! The~the butter has a fine flavor. His Imperial Majesty Alexander 111,, Czar of all the Russias, recently presented the Czarina with a birthday present in the shape of a beautiful jewelled necklace. The gems used are all large emeralds, per- fectly matched as to color and size. The matching of the stones alone occupied a period of three years. The imperial jewel is sairl to be highly prized by Alexander’ consortâ€"Jewellm‘s’ ll’wkly. Faithful Servantâ€"Please mum, some 0’ the boarders is talkin’ about the butter. “ There iswno change,” she said, gently. “ But I do not think‘shq isrspfferrinrgz” “ She is notâ€"4101: dead?” Jack faltered, as he glanced at the still face. “011,110 â€"oh, no I” “ Does Dr. Graham think she will recover consciousness ?” “ Yes, he thinks so ; and I hope 80â€"01], I hopQ sq !” ‘S‘ixigley said, egrnestly. ‘7 1 should like-her to know 'us again,” Jaclgrgmarked,_wi_th foycedpoglpqsure. “ It is not. only for that,” Shirley said, tremulously ; “ but there is something she Wants to tell us~you and me. She is very anxious that we should know it.” Last Wednesday James Stewart, of the Porter factory, three miles from Clarkes- ville, insulted the sister of Ben and David Crane. He was walking leisurely toward the factory, and when he reached the fac- tory store a crowd was assembled. Among them was David Craneand also Ben Crane. David had a gun with two big barrels and Ben had a cowhide with a long leather lash. David halted Stewart with a gun cooked, and required him to stand, and at the same time saying to his brother Ben: “Lay it on.” Ben did lruy it on, and Stewart stood still. One of our most prominent citizens was on the field and saw the Whole occurrence, and describes the cracking of the whip like unto that of a pack of fireâ€"crackers when the main fuse is on fire. The crowd stood still and no one interfered. Mr. Stewart, when he was let go, cried like a child and as soon as possible fled. not with a mark about his brow but with marks from the top of his hat to the heel of his shoe. Mr. Stewart was always considered a very good man, and very well thought of. He has a most elegant lady for a wife. The Crane boys are very nice young men, who, before committing the act of whipping, consulted a lawyer. After the consultation all parties considered it better for them to take the matter into their own hands than go into lawâ€"Savannah News. “ What can it be, Shirley ’2” said Jack, wonderingly. “ They never had any Secrets from us.” “ They have kept one, I think,” the girl observed, in her tremulous, broken voice. “ She seémed so anxious t6 tell me in the train from Paris ; but I dared not let her. She was so weak. I did not want her to talk.” “ I can fiot think. She said something about shame and temptation,” Shirley replied, a. faint color rising in her face. “ What can it be ‘2” Jack said again, Wit-h_a long 10013: _a.t_ thekquiet £9.90. On Wednesday on the morning express of the G.T.R., between Ottawa and Mon- treal, a trial was made of Sewall’s system of heating an express train by means of steam from the engine. The chief points of the system are these : The steam enters at the forward end of the train, and the supply is controlled by a valve in each car. From the main pipe the steam is admitted into radiating pipes, so arranged as to heat every part of the car. The apparatus is constructed in such a manner that any car in the train can be ‘~ cut off ” without interfering with the heating of the other cars. In ordinary use on the road the steam for heating is supplied by the engine; but provision is also made for supplying heat independent of the engine, in case of a car being side-tracked or waiting at junc- tions for incoming trains, or in event of accident interrupting the connection with the main supply of steam. In such cases heating steam is supplied from a small boiler in each car, that receives the drip of condensed water from the pipes, having a small fire-box under it. Of course it will be seldom that this will have to be relied upon. The cars composing the train on which the system was tried were elegant and new coaches from the Grand Trunk shops. Mr. Anderson, of the G. T. R. mechanical department, accompanied Mr. Sewal on the trial trip, and will report to the co pany. First Steam-Heated Train in Canada. How They Puntshcd Him. Equal to the Occasion. The Gift of the Czar. (To be continued.) “Villiam Beach, Hanhn’s Conqueror, Tells How He Did It. The recent exploit of Mr. \Villiam Beach leaves no doubt that he is thehandiest man in the world with the 5611115. The ease with which he outrowed his opponent, the supposed invincible Ned Hanlzm, shows that in form, stroke and muscular develop- ment, adapted to mulling, he has no equal. Although an Australian by virtue of resi- dence. Beach was born in Surrey, England, in 1851, and removed with his parents to New South Walesin 1854. He was brought up to his father’s trade, and, while toiling like a young Vulcan in the smithy, uncon- sciously developed that magnificent phy- sique which has since brought him world- wide distinction. ‘Vhen about 23 years of age Beach commenced rowing on the Illa- warm Lakes against local competitors, and from the outset kept winning until graduâ€" ally hanclicsipped out of all races. Follow- ing are his chief aquatic performances While in Australia. : Docomhc' ‘4 ' Oâ€"Wou Decblo's handicupflYool 10911100100] â€"v3anfifiyrlfflylifimm311d Pyrmom Regatta, Won 1:y_]’uzu‘cu. The Old, Old Song. “ Where is your home ?” asked a. man of a, disconsolate-looking stranger. “ I haven’t any home at present,” was the reply. ” My wife’s mot-her is making her a visit.”â€"â€"Scmcr1fille Journal. "January,188]»Sauoml Nmtional Regattmwon hy'l)L McDonald: #Notwithstunding the prevailing super- stition regm‘ding the number thirteen, We don’t hear anybody kicking on the baker’s dozen. "iiecenibor, 1882~150ut '1‘. 0111mm, Paramatta River. Jl«‘cl)r1mry, lBSlâ€"lleat N. McDonald, Paramutm River. March, ISMâ€"Boat George Solomons. May, 168 wheat Charles Reynolds. October, 1882~Socond l’nnch trophy, won by E. C. LGjcock. VII-shinnry, 1883â€"Nat10na1 Regatta, swamped W91} 1)y_ M 085011539 ' bx? 9 WM; V “Mafch, Namâ€"Won Woolloomooloo Bay Regatta pnzc. December 7râ€"\Von James Hunt's trophy, PM» rummm River. April ‘3, 188:34Benwn by E. Trickctt, chum- pionship (first time). April 1‘1, 185 il’mut IL 'l'rickutt, championship. April 17, 1883A150M 1‘1. Trio ictt, championship. April 1'3, 1884‘Beat E. Trickctt. championship August; 16, ISMâ€"Bent E. Hunlan, champion ship world. The Rebellion In the Northwest has been suppressed and our citizens can now devote reasonable attention to their come. The only sure, safe and painless remedy is Putnam’sPain. less Corn Extractor. It never fails ; never makes sore spots worse than the original discomfort. See that you get “ Putnam’s ” and take none other inim‘ch 17, 188574130211: ’1‘. Clifford, championship world. March 27, 1885~Bent E. Haiilan, championship world. December 19, 18%5A130at N. Mntterson. November 26, 18S'I~J:vnt19. Hunlmi, championâ€" ship world. Mr. Beach’s system of training includes a run of two or three miles before breakfast, a walk of six or seven miles afterwards, and a pull over the course. After dinner comes another two-mile walk and a second pull over the course, during which he rows him- self right out, eases off, and then pulls again. A long walk concludes the day. A man under such physical strain, even though he be a giant, must often feel the failure of his strength to his will. and, powerful though he be, it is not surprising that Mr. Beach candidly states that during his training, previous to meeting Edward Hanlan the second time for the world’s championship, his trainer bought for him Warner’s safe cure and he says : “ I was agreeably astonished at the great benefit which followed its use.” While in training he finds this the best possible aid toa com- mand of all his natural powers, because it does not lirst goad and afterwards weaken the system, but acts in perfect harmony with nature’s laws. 4,99 “ Where is the Island of Cuba situated asked an Austin school teacher of a small, rather forlorn looking boy. “ I dunno, sir.” “ Don’t you know where sugar comes from?” “ Yes, sir, we borrow it from the next door neighbor.”â€"â€"Tmms SU'Lings. \Voxnan's Blodesty. Many women are prevented by feelings of delicacy from consulting a physician in those disorders arising from functional de- rangement of her peculiarly delicate organ- ism, and the most serious results are often caused by this neglect. To such persons Dr. l’ierce’s Favorite Prescription is an especial boon, as it offers a sure and safe cure for all those distressing disorders to which women are peculiarly subject, while it saves a modest girl or woman from the embarrassment of a personal consultation with a physician. “ Favorite Prescrip- tion ” is the only medicine for woman’s peculiar weaknesses and ailments, sold by druggists, under a positive guarantee from the manufacturers that it will give satis- faction 1n every case, or money will be re- funded. See guarantee on bottle wrapper. Mr. Beach’s experience is confirmed by the experience of many thousands of ath< letes all over the world. Under the great physical strain they break down and die prematurely, because they have not been able to keep disease away from their kid- neys and liver, whence most diseases originate. Mr. Bench recognizes this necessity, and has sagacity enough to use only scientific specifics for that purpose. He has not only the prestige of victory,but the prestige of a true scientific method of train- ing and keepng up his wonderful physical condition. If he did not voluntarily give up the championship, it would no doubt be a long,r time before it was wrested from him. Mother~â€"“’here is Mr. Nioefellow? Lovely daughter (sitting alone)â€"Gone home. “ Home? It‘s only 8 o’clock.” “ Yesâ€"he asked me toâ€"â€"t0 marry him, andfiand I said- ‘no,’ andâ€"and he went right offâ€"boo! boo! boo ‘2” Symptoms of Catarrll. Dull, heavy headache, obstruction of the nasal passages, discharges falling from the head into the throat, sometimes profuse, watery and acrid at 0thers,thick, tenacious, mucous, purulent, bloody and putrid ; the eyes are week. watery and inflamed ; there is ringing in lthe ears. deafness, hacking or coughing to clear the throat, expectoration of offensive matter, together with scabs from ulcers ; the voice is changed and has a nasal twang ; the breath is offensive; smell and taste are impaired; there is a sensation of dizziness, with mental depres- sion, :1 hacking cough and general debility. If you have all, or an) considerable number of these symptoms, you are suffering from Nasal Catarrh. The more complicated your disease has become the greater the number and diversity of symptoms. Thousands of cases annually, without manifesting half of the above symptoms, result in consumption, and end in the grave. N0 disease is so common, more deceptive and dangerous, or less understood, or more unsuccessfully treated by physicians. Five hundred dollars reward is offered by the manufacturers of Dr. Sage’s Catarrh Remedy, for a case of catarrh which they cannot cure. Remedy sold by druggists, at only 50 cents. Ills Emergency Thoughts. A little boy fell into the buy a few days since and barely escaped drowning. \Vhen asked by his mother What he was thinking about while in the water he replied : ” I was thinking what a lot of things you'd give me if I got home safe.” Where Sugar Collies From. HO \V HE WON. A Fool 01' a “Ian. “Donkey parties” have had apleasant and successful run through one of the most cultured and genial social sets lately. They are managed in this way: A tailless don- key is cut out of gray canton flannel. This is pasted on to a. sheet of white cotton 010th, and this is tacked up against the wall or folding doors of the room. Then a. number of guy flannel tails are distributed among the guests. Each in turn is blind- folded and turned round on his own axis three times; then he starts to try and pin the tail on to its place. Two prizes are given by the host and hostessâ€"one to who4 ever pins the tail closest to the donkey’s stump, and the other to the one who Went the most astray. ITCHING PILES. SYMPTOMS «Moisture; intense itching and stinging; most at night; worse by scratch ing. If allowed to continue tumors form, which often Neal and iilcomte, becoming very sore. Swuxn’s OINTMENT stops the itching and bleeding, heals ulceration, and in many cases removes the tumors. It is equally efficacious in curing all Skin Diseases. DR. SWAYNE (82 SUN, Proprie- tors, Philadelphia. SWAYXE’S OINTMENT can be obtained of druggists. Sent by mai' for 50 cents. Passenger (on street-car, alarmed) M Mgdam, dq you_fegl g. fiftiicomingfn? Madam (hkughtily)â€"No, sir ;V1’m trying to find my pocket. I have a punitive rcmi-(ly fur tho above disease ; In its use thousands do:va oflhe worst kind an“ oflong standing have been cured. Indeed, so strong ‘W faith In Us emmcy, that I \vi I send TWO BOTTLES 1-, ” loguher th fl VALUAHLE TR ‘A'I'TSH qu this disc...‘ ‘0 my lufl'errr. [Hu- ex re“. Branch 0&155, 37'Yongé'3t... Toronto Jack and Jill each took a. pill, ()ld-mshionod kimlwfull grown ; Jack's went downâ€"but, with a. frownâ€"â€" Jill died from “ cause unknown." Smiles will supersade many frowns, and many discomforts will be unknown, when Dr. l’ierce’s Pleasant Purgmive Pellets entirely supersede, as they bidr fair to do, the large and less efficient pill of our fore- fathers. livery day they gain newlaurels ! Most popular when most ills abound I THE WWW“? RFQV 33”"??‘53’ The Toronto Board of Trafie yesterday decided to apply to the Dominion Parlia- ment for amendments to their Act of In. corporation giving them power to compel the attendance of witnesses in cases of arbitration and to enforce awards. For us. Cash furnished on satisfactory guarautg Address 0. S. PAGE, Hyde Park, Vermont, U. l AND TRADERS GENERALLY, We want a GOOD MAN in your locality to pick When 1 any cum I do notmenn merely to stop mum {or u Mme and than 11mm them return ngaln. I mean a rndsux cure. I hav? adv: the (Manage (WINES, EPILEPSY or FALL- ING SIOKNI‘ Sn chvlong Rhuiy. I warrant my remedy to cure the worst cases. Because others have failed 13 no reason for not now receiving A cure. Send at once for a treatise and a Free Boltlaol my lufnllihle remedy. GIVE Express and Post 03109. It met- you nothing for I trial, nd I will‘cu an. Address DR. H. . ROOT, Branch mm, 37 Yongé’sti,’Tfirnnlo. Bilious Headache, Dizziness, Constipa- tion, Indigestion, Bi‘lious Attacks,and all demugementa of the stom- ach and bowels. are prompt- ly relieved and permanently cured by the use Of Dr. ' l’icrcefia Pleasant l’urgativo Pellets. lu explanation of the remedial power of these, Pellets ever R0 great a, variety of diseases, it may truthfully he said that their action upon the system is universal. not a gland or tissue escaping their sunutive influence. Sold by (lruggista, 25 emits a vial. Manufactured at the Chemical Luhoi-utory of Wmmn‘s INSPENSARY MEDICAL ASSOCIATION, Bull'ulo, N. Y. BEW’ARE OF IIIII TA’I'IGNS. ALWAYS ASI( FOR DR. P1111€(}IL"S PELLE'TS, 01‘! LITTLE SUGARâ€"COAle PILLS. Being entirely vegetable, they op- omfu without disturbance to the system, diet, 01' nm-upntion. Put up in glass vials. hm 'neti- cnllysmlod. Always {res and reliable. As :1 laxative, alterative, or purgativo, these little Pellets give the most perfect satisfaction. §fl HEADMIHE, hem‘y headache, Obstruction of the nasal passages, discharges falling from the head into the thront, sometimes profuse, watery. and aerid, at others, thick, tenacious, mucous. purulent, bloody and putrid; the eyes are weak. watery, and inflamed; there is ringing in the ears. deafness, hacking or coughing to clear the throat, expeetorution of offensive matter, together with scabs from ulcers; the voice is changed and has a nasal twang; the breath is offensive; smell and taste are im- paired; there is a sensation of dizziness. with mental depreasion, IL hacking cough and genâ€" eral dehility. Only a few 01' the above-named symptoms are likely to be present in any one ‘1150. ’l‘housumls of cases annually, witlmut manifesting half of the above symptoms, re- sult in consumption, and end in the grave. No dis ‘ase is so common, more deceptive and dznigerous.‘ or less‘ understood b V a LA 5'12?" Cr, Egan m “NM” -.. U. ..... .7 7 .7 V ..,__ , I suffered untold agony from chronic nngnl' ‘uturrh. My family physician gave me up 1* incurable, and said I must die. My case Wis such a bad one, that every day towards sun- m-t, my \‘0100 would become so thoarse I could barely speak uhovo. a whisper. In the morning my (roughing nnd clearing of my throat would almost strangle me. By the use of Dr. Suge’s (Jmnrrh Runway, in three months, I was a well nun), and the cure has been permanent.” “Constantly Iliuvking and Spitting.” 5y it lild. soothing. and healng properties. Dr. Sago‘s Camn'h Remedy cures the worst cases of Calarr-h, “cold in the head,” Coryza, {md caparrllal‘llca49clnq. Prof. W. IIAUSNIm, the famous mosmerist, 0f Ithaca“ N. 17.,‘3V1'it051 “fume [on y(_)m‘5 Egg “fin 'l‘nmms .l. RI‘SHING, Esq., 9:702 Pine Street. St. Louis, Mm. writes: “ l was a great sufferer from 'uturrh for three, years. At times I could hardly breathe, and was constanth hawking and spitting; and for the last eight months eunld not, breathe thmngli the nostrils. I thought 110thng (‘Ullld he done forine. ank- il)’. l was advised in try Dr. Suge‘s (‘utm'rll Remedy, and 1 mn now a well man. I believe it to he the only sure remedy for cutarrh now nmnnfuctm-eil, and one has only to give it n fuir trial to experience astounding results and u pernmnent cure." ELI Rmmms, Rmman P. 0.. Columbia (70“ Pm. says: “My daughter hud (‘umrrh when she was five years old, very badly. I saw Dn Sage’s Caturrh Remedy advertised, and pro- cured a bottle, for her, and soon saw that it helped her; a third bottle Cfl'cctod u perma- nent cure. She is now eighteen years 01d and sound and hearty." The Latest Alnusmnent of Society. is omzrvd by the manufactur- ers of Dr. Sago’s Catarrh Remedy, for a case of Chronic Nasal Caturrh which they eannot cure. SYMPTOMS 0F CATARRILâ€"Dull. oryzu, unu (/5;qu u lluuuucuu. Sold by drugg‘xsts everywhere; 50 cents. Merchants, Butchers, “Untold Agony from Catm-rh.” Three Bottles Cure Camrrln. DONKEY PARTIES- . ‘ IHH Uflglflal F. \e'cce” \easa‘ngTTLE “vgzvuvo LIVER k e\\e’$§ PILLS. Alarming Contortions. CALFSKINS DR. DCNL. 488 mm 0 (EU M The Original