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We two in the fever and fervor and glow "Of life's high tide have rejoiced together, We have looked out over the littering snow, And knew that we were dwel ing in summer weather. For the seasons are made by the heart. I hold, And not by outdoor heat or cold. W3 twain the shgdowqpf ppixl_y.n(1_wo‘e, "And fear andtfifuble wiihflprhant'oni faces 7 ' Feared out upon us and froze our blood, Though June’s fair roses were all in bud. We two have measured all depths, all heights, We have buthed in tears, we have gunned in lau hter, Wghave nown 9.11 sorrows and all deligptsâ€" "fifie journeyed togbthef in dim dark 'places. Where black-robed gqrrow‘ waked to 9nd fro, V'Ci‘lfiawy-fiéfiaivébfilg keep us apart herefifcar. Wherever your spu'it was sent I know I would defy earthâ€" or heavenâ€"to go. If they took my Soul into paradise And told me I must be content without you, I would weary them so with my lonesome cries, And the ceaseless questions I asked nbou: youâ€"â€" The would open the gates and set me free, 01' e so they would flnd«you and bring you to me. â€"â€"Ella IVheeler Wilcox. “ Happy thought I" said Alice, who was Allowing Sir Hugh to assist her to remove her long sealskin coat. “Ring and order it, Shirley.” Shirley was about to obey, when Guy forestalled her; and, as she lifted her eyes shylyto his, he looked down at her and smiled. “ Very pleasant, but rather cold,” answered Ruby (lapel, nbewitching little brunette, with Whom poor Oswald was very much in love, but who. during his absence. was carrying on a. desperate flirta- tion with young Algernon Rivers, an eligi- ble from Dumfife. “You should have come, Shirley, although I dare say you and Major Stuart found it very comfortable by the fireside." She spoke lightly, and without any special meaning; but the color deepened in Shirley’s face, and a. slight smile stole up under Guy Stuart’s heavy dark mustache as he glanced toward Shirley, whose shy oyes_did not meet his. "'I suppose you would like some tea Shirlgy askegl. A Story of Woman’s Faithfulness. V ” So you have returned. nervously, as she left the it piggsant opt ‘2" _ ” If must be if you say 50," answered Mr. Rivers gallantly; “ but it did not seem to me up yery cpl_d,_ afitgr 911." _ "Ibis a very pretty rouge,” she said lightly. “and very becoming. I should a vine you to try it every time that you are going out. Shirley; and I wish you would give_mq your. repipeL” ‘ They were still standing together before the fire when Alice and Sir Hugh and the other visitors at the Court came in from a walk through the grounds. It was a clear fine, but frosty winter day and the girls were wrapped in furs and sealskins, and Sir Hugh wore a great-coat trimmed with the darkest of sables, in which he looked very handsome and foreign and distinguished. They were in laughing and chatting merrily, bringing with them, as it were, a breath of fresh cold air from the outside world; and Shirley started and blushed and moved away from Guy’s side as they entered, and only Sir Hugh saw the start and the pretty color which rose in the fair girl's face. _ " We shall have skating to-morrow,” said Rupy Cspel, unfasteuing her in): cape and tossing it aside. “ Are your skates. in order, mesdames ? It is freezing hard, is it not, Mr. Bivgrs ‘2” a _ _ _ “ I don’t think it is freezinghard,Ruby,” said Miss Fairholme, who had been watch- ing her cousin 3. little curiously since her entrance. “Shirley, how you have burned yonr_f_a.ce over the fire I" _ . "rWith a. pretty little conscious gesture, Shirley put up both her hands to her hot cheeks, and Ruby Cape] 1311831991. .. .. . .. “Is it; nof thé fire ‘2” asked Alice, with affected surprise. “Shirley is always so pale that-â€" Ah. here is the tea! I am so glad! Shirley. will you pour it out? I am so tired I" She sunk into a low chair, in an attitude of futigue and exhaustion, giving Sir Hugh 5 coquettish glance from her blue eyes, which noticed that he was rather paler than was his wont, and that there was an expression of unrest upon his face, Ind something almost like pain in his blue eyes. v ' “ Are you tired also, Sir Hugh ‘2” Alice inguiqu, lgpgfidy. .1 a. ~.-‘ But he did not answerâ€"indeed he dia not hear the question. He was wondering what was the meaning of those red cheeks of Shirle ’8, and that new light, luminous Ind gla , which shone in Guy Stuart‘s grqy ey_ea. As she noticed his abstraction, Alice Fairholme’s face darkened slightly, ands gleam of annoyance and displeasure flashed into her blue eyes; but she only nestled her pretty fair head against the cushions of her chair with s tired, weary grace. _ “ You ought to have been with us, Shirley," she said. “ You would have gone into ruptures over the time which was on the skeleton trees; it sparkled like myriads of diamonds in the sunshine~did it not, Si; Hug_1_1?”_ Sir Hugh acquiesced absently. He seemed to be more occupied with watching Shirley Ross as she stood before the tea. squi page then Alice approved of. The hen some blue eyes were fixed upon her cousin with an intent earnest scrutiny which bud dispersed all their sleepiness, Ind his hand, unconsciously even to himself, was clinched as it rested on the table. “ Yes, it is very provoking,” agreed Rhoda- Montolieu, a. pretty gray-eyed girl, a school-friend of Miss Fairholme's and an heiress; “ we never do get any skating. Shall we petition the clerk of the weather, Mr. Rivers, to be clement enough to give us a hard frost '3" " Perhaps he might if you were the etitioner, Miss Montolieu,” Algernon givers answered, bringing her some tea, Ind lowering his voice perceptibly. “ I know that if I were the clerkof the weather I could refuse you nothing." Rhoda. Montolieu laughed lightly. “Than I wish you would become so," she “I really think we shall have some skat- ing soon.” said Miss Cape! gayly. “ I have not skated for a long time. These mild winters of ours quite prevent us from ex- celling in the accomplishment. Just as one has mastered the outside edge, the thaw sets in and puts a stop to every- thing." What is life? It is a. garden. Where are weeds and flagrant flowers, Briers, brambles, spreading shade trees? Gluing heat and cooling bowers. One will find serenest leasures Where another will nt mourn ; Life is truly what you make it- Rones pluckâ€"but not a. thorn. It on look for joy and gladness, boy will come at yourcommand; If on seek for woo and sorrow. ‘hey will be on either hand. Man a. thorn. or blooming flower, W l annoy you, or adorn ; Life is truly what you make it-â€"v Bones pluckâ€"but not a. thorn. (Dubbed, cross, despondent, gloomy, Heavy-hearted, ou complain; Jo ous. cheery, g eesome, smiling, on feel nought of grief or pain. Glowing sunlight, midnight darkness. Cheers, or leaves you sod and 10m ; Life is truly what you make itâ€" Roses pluckâ€"but not a thorn. Whatsoe'e): you choose to gather, Care or comfort, peace or strife, Such will be the good or evil You will scatter through yourlil’e. Seek to find the good and pleasant, 0f the slightest evil shorn ; Life is truly what you make it--» Roses pluckâ€"but not a thorn. SHIRLEY ROSS : Roses Pluck-But Not a Thom. Together. "’ she said, rather ‘ fireside. “ Was f)" said, merrily. “No preadfmd butter, thank you-:11 mac'aroom please.” J .. w . , ‘ , “ Do you skate, Miss Ross ?" Sir Hugh asked abruptly, as he went mm to the table to fetch Alice’s tea; and Shirley started a little and looked up at him in rather a. be- wildered manner, as if she had not the least idea. what he meant. “Why, coz. your wits seem wool-gather- ing 1” Alice cried, laughingly, from the depths of her great arm-chair. “Sir Hugh is asking you if you skate, and you look as startled as if he had made some alarming proposition‘. I-W‘herg’hre‘you, Sh‘irlfy ‘2" ,A'IJI,A “i Vbréigfiybur pardon," she said, nervously “I did not hear, Sir Hugh." r":‘"’-' “ Now here," Sir Hugh remarked coldly, as he'brought Miss Fairholme her ten, and drew up a low chair to her side. “Miss Rosa’s thoughts are~evidently {at away.”“ ” And Major Stuart 'looks equally distrait,” said Alice, softly. “I am afraid they have grown sleepy over the fire. But it is a curious coincidence, is it not, that they should both have wandered away together? You look tired, Sir Hugh,” she added gently. “ Won’t youhave some tea ?‘ It will refresh you. I forgot when we were out that you had ridden over to Maxwell this morning.” “ I am Edi: tired, thanks. No, Miss Fairholme, I don’t care for tea, you know.” "But we will convert you. I am quite an oldgwoman in my dffection for it ; and, judging by *Majoi‘ "Stuart’s performanqe at present; he sé‘ams to share my preaflec- tion." ‘ ‘ f ‘ r Sir Hugh looked across at the group round the tea-tray, and his brow dark- ened. Algernon Rivers seemed, to ‘be dividing his attentions pretty equally be- tween the two girls; but Major Stuart was standing at Shirley’s elbow, cup in hand. while Miss Ross, her fade slightly turned toward‘him over her shoulder, was pouring in some cream with due deliberation. They were both smiling, and Shirley’s hazel eyes were downcast. As Hugh Glynn watched them, a. passion of hatred and resentment rose in his heart am} almost to his‘_lips. V V‘r‘ilrhad no idea Miss Ross had Euch a capacity for flirtation,” he said coldly. " I fancied she was rather 3m i1;genu¢;._”_ Sir Hugh murmured something expres- sive of his gratitude for the confidence, and relapsad into silence. Alice felt rather annoyed and irritated. What right had this man to show so much interest in what regarded Shirley ‘2 Well. if appearances were to be credited, he would not be able to show that interest much longer, or to any purposeâ€"for Alice's quick eyes had im- mediately discerned that there waq some. thing unusually tender in Major Stuart’s manner toward her cousin. “ And do you imagine that Shirley is flirting ‘2” asked Alice softly.‘ “ You are utterly mistaken, Sir Hugh : she is quite in earnest, anfl I hope for her sake that Major Stuart is equally so. Why, Shirley could not flirt! She does not‘know the meaning of the word.” “ Then she is very unlike most of her sex,” said Sir Hugh moodily. “ With such a face as here she need 'not be long in ignorance, I should think.” ' “ ‘Such a. face as hers !' Do youthihk her so very pretty ‘2" “ ‘ Pretty’ is not the word,” he answered quietly. “ ‘She is extremely beautiful." Alice Fairholme hit her lip. “ Yes, she is beautiful, I think,” she said, with apparent frankne§Bâ€"“ thcugh some people think her too pale. My poor aunt, her mother, was very beautiful. I believe, but I never saw her,” “Noâ€"never,” 'Alice said gravely, with a. faint rlittle‘sigl}; “ Never! Why? Pardon my curiosity, Miss Fairholme; but really it seems to me that it was very strange not to return even for a time to her native land.” “ Yes, very strange indeed,” Alice said softly. “There is some sad story con- nected with it, I think,” she added. “ I do not know what it is, becsuse my father and mother have never spoken of it to me; but I was always aware, even in my childhood, of some mystery which surrounded Aunt Marian. Of course I should not speak so frankly to any one but you,” she concluded, with a swift upward glance. ” How was that ‘2 It is not three years sin her death, I understand.” “ ot three years yetâ€"oh, no ; but I have never been abroad, you know." “ And did Mrs. Ross never come to Scot- land ‘2” he asked, with songe interest. “Cannot sing to-dayâ€"why? Haveyou a cold ?" V ' “ Oh, no; but-â€" “ But what? Don’t be lazy, child! You never sing now,” said Alice, pettishly. “011, do sing us something 1” Ruby echoed. “You used not to be so chary of your music, Shirley." ' “ Shirley, can’t you give us some music ?” she asked languidly. “ Try that new song Oswgld 3913!; ypu.’_’ “ I could n61: . sing to-day,” Shirley said, flushing and trembling a little. “ Pray excuse me, Alice.” V ' “Will yéu acceiat an unworthy substi- tute ‘2” said Guy Stuart smiling. ” Shall I playfiyou squeylling, M_i§s Fg‘irllolme'?" h “ You will be very kind if you take pity on us, Major Stuart,” returned Alice sweetly. “ Sir Hugh looks tired and out of sorts, or I would press him into the serâ€" vice; but, when you have played, perhaps Shigley will favor us.”_ _ “Major Stuart went to the piano, which stood in a recess facing the mantel-piece, and sat down. He was a geod musician, and presently, as his fingers strayed over the keys, a flood of soft rich melody filled the quiet room. Mr. Rivers and the two girls ceased their chatter, Alice closed her eyes and leaned back languidly in her deep arm-chair. Sir Hugh pulled nervously at his long fairmoustache and watched Shirley furtively as she sat with her hands clasped idly on her lap, her face turned toward the piano, and a little smile upon her lips. How beautiful she wasâ€"how rarely, wonderfully beautiful! In all his life he had seen no women whose beauty had so impressed and charmed him as here did. Could it be that Guy Stuart had won what he would have given so much to possess? Sir Hugh Glynn set his teeth hard together at the thought. It was impossible. He should not have her. She should be his. That very evening he would ask her to be his wife. - It had been his purpose to do so from the first day he had seen her. As she stood in her simple serge dress in the doorway, with a knot of red berries at her breast, she had seemed to him most beautiful and greatly to be prized. He, Hugh Glynn, avowed opponent of marriage as he was, had then and there resolved to make her his wife. But he had been in no hurry; he felt so safe, so secure. This dowerless beauty would be only too glad to accept him when- ever he chose to make her the offer, and meanwhile it was very pleasant to treat her with the graceful courtesy, not un- touched by tenderness, which he knew could not but be grateful to the lonely girl, while he flirted a little with Miss Fair- holme; perhaps with an avowedâ€"even to himselfâ€"intention of making Shirley jealous. Presently the music ceased; and Alice, after thanking the musician, again turned to Shirley; and the girl rose dreamin and went over to the recess. Guy, still retaining his seat, turned with a smile to her. “ Are you going to sing '2" he said softly; and Hugh Glynn’a eager eyes caught her tender little glance and smile. ' But while he had been hesitating another had come forward and had stolen her from him; and, although she had never been his, except in his thoughtsâ€"â€" Hugh Glynn felt passionately resent- ful against the friend who had forestalled him. “Yes,” she said shyly; and, as he gave her the music-stool, his hand touched hers gently-f0; a. ‘mgngnt: nhl ‘ 1 nun! Ojr‘rWfiét; shall I sing?” asked Shirley, bend_i_ng over the piano. “ The new song you were practising this morning,” said Ruby Capel gayly. “ It is firelight, you know, and your back is turned to us, so that no one will see your blushes." “:Yés} that song of Blumenthal‘g which 05))?qu sexy; )fou,”‘m}id Alice. Shirley hesitated for amoment, and then with a swift sudden smile which no one could see, for her face was turned to the piano, she began-to sing; and the words of her song sunk into- two hearts there with very different effect. “ She hm; pot found per kfgg me yet ;‘_ ‘ The golden day s, the golden days glide by ; They bring no grief, nu grief she should forget. Nor any cause to sigh. No heart {or her devotion made, No heart the passionate summers bring ; Unharmed she walks and unaflrayed : She has not found her king. Men bring their titles and their gold~ She turns in scorn away ; That man must be of diii'rent mold She swears she will obey. Titled by gift of God is he. And rich is a rarer thing than wealth That unknown man must be ,Whom she will own her king. But when he comes, as come he Will, Strong ‘0 support and grand. With supplication that shall till Her soul like a command, She'll place her hand in his And take whate‘er the world may bring. Proud and content, contented for 1is sake Whom she hath made her king." 1 The rich contralto voice, so beautifully soft and sweet, and so highly cultivated, died dreamin away; and Shirley rose from the piano. ' “Thank you, my darling!” Major Stuart whispered softly; and their eyes met for a moment, hers so sweet and fond, his so prond'and tender; then Shirley moved over to the fire. At the same moment the dressing-bell sounded, and the girls started up. “ I am Bimid she was just a little bit of a prig,” Ruby said laughingly. “ But it is a very_pr_et_ty gong! Shirle‘y.”h “ Judging by the words, it would be ad- visable not to find a. king at all,” remarked Sir Hugh carelessly, “ since before he came she had 'No grief she should forget. Nor anycause to aigh.‘ " “Treason to your sex, Sir Hugh 2’” said Alice gayly, “ Come along, girls ; mamma like: us to be in time, you know.” The girls trooped off, laughing and chat- ting aa they went, their quick light steps sounding clearly over the oaken floor. Mr. Rivers soon followed, and the two friends were left alone. For a moment they stood in silence, looking down at the red glow of the fire; then Sir Hugh took up the fur-trimmed coat he had put aside, and, humming softly as he went, moved away. At the door Guyfi v_oice “reaped him. “V I fancied you admired her more than Miss Montolieu." Sir Hugh answered, carelessly. “But, if it is Miss Monto- lieu, I congratulate you sincerely, for she’s a pretty girl and an heiress to boot.” Sir HEgh paused; for a. moment he put his hand on the oaken frame of the door as if he needed its support, then he turned quickly and made a few steps in the room. “ What is it?” he asked quietly. “I wanted to tell youâ€"__ What_ _ie ~the matter, hasty- “11f? No, of course not. What is it, Stuart? I have a. letter to write before dinner." “ Do you remember my telling you that we might meet our fates at Fuirholme Court ?” Guy said, with a smile. ” I don’t know about you, Hugh, but I have met mine.” “Caught 1” exclaimed Sir Hugh, with a. forced laugh. “ Who is it, Guy? Miss Capgl?” ‘TNO, of course not,” said Guy, Looking-surprised. “ Wlly,doyou guess her, Huglli’v” “'Wait one minute, old fellowâ€"I have sogethigg p0 tell yep.” “It is not Miss Montolieu," said Major Stuart. somewhat gravely. “ It is Shirley Ross.” “ My dear Guy, it is not that. I fancied â€"â€"but I was wrong of courseâ€"that Miss Ross, with her great beauty, would look out for a. rich man, but â€"-” “ Shirley Ross!” Sir Hugh exclaimed in an accent of intense surprise that struck Gunlnaofit painful!» _ “'Yes,” he-said, sihlply. “ You seem very muc_h surprised, Hugh.” “But slxehas consented to take a. poor one, you see," finished Guy, smiling. “You may safely congratulate me, Hugh.”m “I will wish you all happiness, old'fel- low,” Sir Hugh said, cordially; but being encumbered with his heavy coat, perhaps he did not see Major Stuart’s outstretched hand. “ I always think that eongratula- tiona should be kept until one sees how the marriage turns out. I will keep mine till then.” “Iam Qery inucfi surprised,” returned Sir Hugh, gravely; and there was a short silence. “ Why are you so astonished, Hugh?” Major Stuart asked then. “ I know that I am ggwgrthyl‘butâ€"f And when she had gatheredup the pretty chestnut hair, and coiled it daintin round her head ; she donned the pretty robe, and then stood shyly looking at herself, pleased at her beauty, but wondering if Guy would think her foolish, and half hesitating whether she would not remove the Indian muslin and wear the black grenadine. Aunt Geraldine would wonder, she said to He then walked away, beginning to hum softly before he had traversed half-u-dozen yards; and Guy followed, feeling some- what disappointed and chilled for all his happiness. ‘ Shirley Ross went up to dress for dinner, feeling Wildly, almost deliriously happy. What strange, new, wonderful, beautiful thing was this that had come into her life? Guy loved her; and in one momen. all the earth had been changed and glorified. She could never more be sorry or sad or deso- late. Guy loved her. He had taken her into his strong arms and whispered it into her ears, and had put his lips to her fore- head; and never in all her life, Shirley thought, would she forget that loving clasp, that tender kiss l She was so happy that she could have sung out loud in her joy 3:16. gledness, and have danced for very g ee. As she stood before the mirror, changing her dress and arrangingher hair with eager unsteady little hands, she leaned suddenly forward and scrutinized her own face with new earnestness, and then drew back,flush- ing a little, and smiling shyly at her own thought. Yes, she was pretty, very pretty. She had always known that she was good- looking, but it had never been a source of much joy, to her before; now, however, she was glad. It delighted her to think that Guy’s relatives, at least the old grand uncle, the only one whom he had kept up any intimacy with, and who loved him so tenderly, could not cavil at his choice. And then she made her little prepara- tions quickly and eagerly. She put aside the usual evening dress of black grenadine, and took out one which she had had in the old happy days when her father and mother livedâ€"a soft dainty Indian muslin quaintly and prettin made, with a gcoi deal of soft lace about it. Both lace and muslin were yellowed bytime; but they were none the worse for that, Shirley knew â€"-theyv seemed all the softer, and more harmonious; and the dress had never been a la, mode, for it had been made after a quaint old-fashioned style of her father’s choosing, so that it was not antiquated, even now. Hugh? Are 'you ill '2" said Guy CHAPTER VII. herself, and Alice would sneer; but what did that matter so long as Guy was satis- fied and she could read approval in his dark eyes? Nothing mattered but that, she thought, smiling a little as she turnedaway from the glass, and left the room rather hastily, although she knew that it was early, and that she should find no one in the drawing-room for fully- half-an- hoor yet. As she passed down the long corridor she was quite unconscious of a. pair of passion- ate resentful eyes, which were watching her eagerly with almost fierce tenderness, and she was too much absorbed in her own happy thoughts to heed the footsteps that followed her down the carpeted stairs; and, while she lingered in the conservatory to get a. flower, the footsteps passed her, and went on. Then, when she came into the drawing- room, smiling softly as she fastened the flowers into the old yellow lace at her throat, she saw a. tall slight figure leaning against the mantel-piece, his head resting wearin upon his hand. Her heart leaped up in gladness. It was Guy, she thought, and they woulfl have half-an-hour’s chat all by themselves before the others came down; but Sir Hugh Glynn, as he turned to meet her saw all the pleasure die out of her beautiful hazel eyes. “ It is not Guy,” he said with a bitterness which Shirley could not but hear; and the color flickered in her cheek for a. moment, then faded. She went forward slowly and gr .vely. Sir Hugh’s words and tone did not: please her; yet was he not Guy’s friend, and did he not love and trust him. and were not Guy’s friends hers from henceforward ? As she drew nearer to the baronet, she saw by the light of the wax candles on the mantel-piece that he was strangely pale and that. his hand was unsteady. 7‘13 anything the ma'tter?" she said hastily. “Sir Hugh, are you ill? CanI geg‘you anyghjng ?‘_’ He turned from her with a sudden ges- ture of pain, and bowed his head upon his hands for 9. moment in silence. Shirley stood silently also, trembling now with a sudden dread and terror. What had happened? Was Guy ill? She had seen him a. few moments beforeâ€"not quite half- an-houtâ€"but something might have hap- pened between then and now. in.” L 7“ What is it ?" she said, almost faintly in he; terror. “ GuXâ€"jg {mytpéngâ€"i “ No,” he answered, lifting his head and speaking in the same bitter mournful tone, “ there is nothing the matter with Guy, and of course you have no thought for any one else.” - She looked at him in surprise, her eyes questioning and astonished, her cheek fluslflnguvyith a. little indigqation: “ You did not know,” he said gentlym “ at least I think you did notâ€"~and I did not think, or, fool that I was, I would not have let him steal my darling from me. Shlrley.” he went on passionately, “from the first moment that I saw you I have loved you with my wbole heart. Darling, is it too late ? Do you care for that man? He cannot love you as I love youâ€"he can- notâ€"â€"” “ No,” he went on, “ there is nothing wrong with Guy. You may set your heart at; restâ€"for, since all is Well with him, you need not heed what other heart is broken.” “ I do not understand,” Shirley faltered nervousb'. “ And yet it is a very simple matter,” he said, in a. low tone. “ What may bring the greatest joy to one man may bring the most intense sorrow to another. Guy has been telling me,” he went on, lifting his head and looking at her with mournful, passionate eyes, “ of the happiness which you have conferred upon him ; but I won- der it you thought that while you made him so happy you were breaking my heart.” firéinirley started, looking up to him with widexfrigihtgened {ayes agd_colorl_e§s chgeks. “ Thank you," Shirley answered, coloring a little as he stooped and put his lips to her hand; and at the same moment Guy Stuart came in looking handsome and distinguished in his quiet evening- dress. “ At least he is too true and noble to do what you are doing, Sir Hugh," she inter- rupted, mastering her emotion by a. strong effort and speaking proudly and disdain- fully. “ He would not betray his friend I" ” Ah I” broke from him like a sharp ex- clamation of pain, and he grew pale to his lips as he drew back a little. " Forgive me,” he said hoarser then. “ I was wrong. Forgive me.” “I love Guy,” the girl said simply and gravely; and the gleam of hope which had sprung up in Sir Hugh Glynn's heart faded as he heard the brave simple words and saw the steadfast look in the earnest eyes; “ Do not go,” she said gently. “I do trust you. I know you will be true to your- lf and to Guy.” “Thank you,” he returned gravely. “I will try to be worthy of your trust and friendship. And, as I am his friend, Miss Ross, will you believe that I am yours also â€"youra most sincerely and faithfullyâ€"and that, if ever I can serve you, you may com- mand me for Guy’s sake,” he added softly, “ as well as for your own? \Vill you believe this, and make use of me if there should be any need ?” He started slightly as he caught sight of the two at the fire; then he came forward slowly, while Shirley flushed and paled alternately, for she could not conquer the agitation which her interview with Sir Hugh had gccasioned. _ “VI have been asking Miss R053 to accept my best wishes and congratulations,” Sit But, as he turned from her, the sufiering on his face struck Shirley with a sense of remorse for her hasty words, and she said quicklyâ€" “Would is have made any difference to you?” he asked eagerly. “ Shirley, if I had spoken first, should I have had any chance? I am rich. Guy is a poor man, andâ€"7) V “Lucky fellow!” he said, trying to speak lightly, but failing utterly in his bitterness and resentment. “Well, he deserves his good fortune, if any man ever did. I can give him no higher praise, Miss Ross, than that I think him morthy even of you.” ‘ There was a brief silence, and when Sir Hugh spoke again he succeeded in forcing something like cordiality into his owe. “Will you try to forget my madness, Miss Ross ‘2” he said gently. “ I could not help those words, yet I would give half my wealth to have them unsaid again. You trust me enough, do you not, to know that I will conquer what is unworthy of Guy‘s friend? I will not ofiend you again. If you wish it, I will go away andâ€"sndâ€"see you no more.” ” I did not mean to hurt you, but, oh, Sir Hugh, I cannot hear to think that I should grieve you! I never thought that you yould care." Go away. Why should he go? He was Guy’s friend, and he, Guy,would besorry if he left. Surely he would be able to conquer his weaknessâ€"u Weakness for which Shirley grieved too truly to feel flattered by it, but which surprised even as much as it; pained her. She had thought that Sir Hugh cared for Alice. Poor Alice, perhaps she loved him, and by and by he would give her his love, and they would all be happy together. As she hesitated, these thoughts flashed like lightning through her brain, and lher good angel fled, and her mother’s fate was upon her. ~She put out her hand to him with a. frank gestgre of trust.“ At that moment, if she had told him to go, he would have obeyed her, and the misery and wretchedness that grew out of his love for her would have been prevented. For a. few seconds her fate lay in her own hands, and she could have decided it. But she did not know it, and she let the chance slip by. Hugh said eaéily. “ Our old friendship, Guy, will satisfy her that it is not a. mere compliment.” ‘ “I hope Shirley will find that your old friendship has not made you partial,” Guy responded, smiling; “and, when you come to us for our congratulations and good wishes, you will be as sure of their sincerity as 1am of yours, Hushei At this time their hands met frankly in close pressure, although Guy remembered afterward how‘cold and death-like were the fingers_that clasped his. Shirley's engagement to Major Stuart was received by Sir Gilbert and Lady Fairholme with quiet pleasure and satis- faction. Her ladyship was sincerely glad that such a dangerous rival should be re- moved from her daughter’s path, for she had not been able to deceive herself as to the impression which Shirley’s beauty made. Not only was she more beautiful than Alice, but she possessed that far rarer gift than beauty, rarer and more attractiveâ€"that of fascination. Had she been a plain Woman, Shirley would have possessed a charm and singular power of attraction; and,even in the bitter days to come, when her beauty faded under the heavy overshadowing clouds, that charm was always felt more or less by all with whom she came in contact. To Alice herself her cousin’s engagement gave almost unmixed satisfaction, the only drawback to her pleasure being that Shirley, although two years her junior, was likely to be married first. But this was such a slight cause for annoyance, and the reasons for being satisfied were so very many that Alice was very warm in her congratulations, and so kind that Shirley felt quite grateful. Shirley was now safely disposed of, and her beauty could no longer interfere with Alice’s own triumphs. That Sir Hugh Glynn had been much struck by her cousin's loveliness Alice had been far too quick-sighted not to perceive, but now, of course, such admiration .could have no ‘ results, and could not possibly interfere with ‘her own plans for the subjugation of the eligible baronst. Oswald wrote a charming little note of congratulation to his cousin, telling her that he had met some brother officers of Major Stuart’s who had amply endorsed the good opinion which Oswald had formed of that gentleman, and Jack senta few warm lines which, tender and glad as they were, made Shirley’s eyes fill with tears, for which she could not account. ' Altogether for once the course of true love seemed to be running very smoothly, and Shirley's cup of gladness seemed to be brimming over. And yetâ€"and yotâ€" Poor Shirley! The shadow of her mother‘s fate was hovering over her and almost ready to fall, and the words which might have saved her from it had died away on he): mother‘s lips, as she lay in the light of the gray Octo- ber dawn, drifting away from life into eternity. A Legal Technicality. A French provincial lawyer recently died. In his will he directed that an annuity of $400 a year be paid to the ser- vant who should “close his eyes.” When this clause was read the servant who per- formed this office jumped with joy; but his delight was speedily dampened by the nephew and heir of the dead man, who reminded the servant that his master had only one eye. And the servant actually failed to get his legacy on this absurd technicality.â€"â€"N.Y. Times. Sometimes the efiect of marriage is to transform a male exquisite into a sloven, especially if the cares of poverty and an increasing family rest upon his shoulders ; or it may be that he is by nature slovenly and easily relapses into that ideal destroy- ing condition when the vanities of youth cease to act as a spur. Husbands of this kind commonly let their beards grow, neglect to polish the heels of their boots, and develop an irritating tendency to affect rubbers in all weathers. Their hats, if not actually shabby, are usually antiquated and their trousers being worn too short invariably bag most ugly at the knees They wear long overcoats, and either carry no umbrellas(caring nothingfor their dingy old clothes) or umbrellas of prodigious cir- cumference. of cheap material, and war- ranted to turn inside out every time the wind happens to catch them right. A Linguistic Blizzard. Of all the beastly, outrageous. disgusting, unnatural, degenerate, deformed, ill-gotten, misconceived, unlawful, illegitimate, dia- bolical, hypochondriacal, incongruous, erratical, nonsensical, heterogenous, heter- oclitical, dough-headed, brain-spavined, idiotic, snidish, incomprehensible con- glomeration of typographical bulls ever perpetrated upon an innocentand unoffend- ing public the indescriable mass appearing in the Boise City Republican. of a recent date takes the cake.â€"Malad (Idaho) Enterprise Intuition, Not Conscience. “ Did you never think,” asked the chap- lain, “ did there never come to you a. con- viction, in your sinful life of robbery, that you were doing wrong ‘2" “ Often there did, boss,” replied the burglarâ€"helf-pay, retiredâ€"4‘ many a. time it has fleshed on me that I was in the nursery, where the first flesh of the bull’s eye would waken halt a dozen howling kids. when I ought to be in the old man’s bed-room a-ekinin’ his trousers and goin’ through the ward- robe end bureau drawers regular. Oh, yes, I’ve often felt as I wesdoin’ wrong. But ” â€"epologeticallyâ€"“ that was when I was a. green hand at the business, don’tyou know." â€"Burdettc. These men, if living out of town, are almost sure to hatch a fondness for poultry and to spend their Saturday after- noons and Sunday mornings pottering about hencoops and watching the strut of their favorite roosters. They care nothing for society, not much for the opera or the play, and are alarmingly prone to fall asleep over their newspapers in the even- ing. They usually prefer a pipe to a cigar, and they are mighty consumers of beer. Even to such base uses may the married man descendâ€"Herald of Health. Commerce of the Congo. The fact that fifteen or twenty-five steamers a month are now arriving at the mouth of the Congo illustrates the growth of commerce in that region since Stanley showed the importance of the great river. One ocean steamer has already ascended the river to Boma, fifty miles from the sea, and the best channels are being marked by buoys, so that deep draught vessels may safely navigate the lower river. Little hotels for the entertainment of travellers have been built at Banana and Boma. One reason why the whites on the lower river enjoy far better health than formerly is said to be because they have discarded can- ned meats, and now raise their own beef. Cattle thrive finely at Boma, and it takes a steer every three days to feed the whites who are now living at that stationâ€"New York Sun. Calling for the Doctor. A physician in extensive practice was lately asked : “ What proportion should you say of those people who send a servant flying to your office with ‘ Come right away 1‘ or make the telephone jingle with ‘ Come as quick as you can ’ are suffering chiefly from fear and imagination ?” The learned medicine man replied : “ Well, I might safely put it at two-thirds. When I arrive the mere announcement that it is nothing serious alloys the fear. While I am writing the prescription and chatting pleasantly on. some other topic the last stage of convalescence has been nearly reached. and when I say. in an assuring tone, ‘ Take this and you will be all right in the morning,’ the case is settled.” Husbands as Nuisances. (To be continued.) A Disenseion Not Decided by Prayerâ€"l Intolerance of Opinion. The following is an extract from a late New York Tribune editorial: “There is, perhaps, no mental vice so common as intolerance of opinion. Even such as think they have emancipated themselves from the clinging defect find it hard to acknowledge frankly tothemselves that the opinion of some one else upon a matter they have studied may very well be as deserving of respect as their own, if it differs radically from their own. If we could all get rid of this ‘last infirmity,’ not only of 'noble minds,’ but of nearly all human minds, how much less friction there would be in life,how much less bitter- ness and heartburning and envy and all nncharitableness.” In an adjoining column of the same paper was found the following peculiar commen- tary_o_n t_h_e editorial 3 A “ The bitterness of the controversy inthe American Board over the question of pro- bation after death was very great. This rather shocked the simple-minded and earnest foreign missionaries who attended the sessions of the Board,one of whom said he had always thought such questions were decided by prayer. But if the debate was not altogether Christian in spirit, it was strictly parliamentary. The brethren didn't forget to put a copy of Cushing’s Manual in their valise along with their Bible, and apparently some of them con- sulted it oftener than the Bible.” Is it a. fact that there is but little tolera- tion in this country, and less than in others ? “Comparisons are odorous,” said Mrs. Malaprop. Perhaps we have been claim- ingoo much fox: this ire_e naj-ion. We must admit that in the professions there is yet much of the old time prejudice against new ideas. Preachers preach the old doctrines and doctors prescribe the old medicines. Bitter controversies arise when anything new is proposed. But tfie marc‘tf oprrogress is not stayed. Men are travelling heavenward under new crqus‘ agd being cured by {xew medicine‘s. The “ Pilgrim’s Progress ” has been translated into the language of the Fantis, Upper Guinea. Much the same“ state exist in other countries. When Dr. Robson, a. leading physician of London, formerly of the Royal Navy, proclaimed that Warner’s safe cure was a specific in kidney derangements, the hide- bound school to which he belonged threat- ened to debut him from practice, if he did not recent. But he replied that his state- ment was based on such evidence that he could not meant. In the Sheriff Court of Edinburgh, on the 17th ult., in connection with the sequestration of Paterson, Cameron & 00., S. S. C.,it was stated that the deficiency on the estate was likely to amount to £50,000. The Cumbrae Collegiate building and Cathedral of Argyle and the Isles have, it is said, been finally closed, and their con- nection with the Episcopal Church in Scotland has now ceased. In many of the churches of Edinburgh on the 15th 1111;. pulpit references were made to the deaths of the Rev. Dr. Phin. the Rev. Dr. W. Wilson, and Mr. Herdman, Since then, Dr. Wilson, F. R. S. E.. Editor of “ Health,” a. recognized English authority, announces in his magazine that “ Warner’s safe cure is of a. perfectly safe character and perfectly reliable.” Many English physicians are now prescribing it. Utah mother (to daughter)~â€" You will probably meet young Mr. Brigham at the ball toâ€"night, dear. Daughterâ€"Yes, mammal. Utsh motherâ€"And you must be as plea- sant as possible. Mr. Brigham is the most desirable party of the season flhe has only me wife, you know. The “ schools ” in this country still bar all proprietary medicines. But Dr. Gunn, Dean of a New York Medical College, long since published : “ Warner‘s safe cure is a very valuable remedy;” and he says he knows that many physicians prescribe it, though not by name. Good things in creed or practice are not to be cried down by the old fogies simply because they are new. The spirit of tole- ration thrives on opposition. Why Chamberlain Lingers After His Mis- sion Has Failed. When Joseph Chamberlain first came to Washington it was thought his social cam- paign would amount to more than his diplo- matic mission. The fisheries negotiations have practically failed, but the Britisher‘s admiration for the daughter of a Cabinet officer is one of the current rumors. Mr. Chamberlain appears to be “ having a very good time,” and is not in any hurry toclose the negotiations. He is either the guest or the host at a dinner nearly every night. Theatre parties are frequently given in his honor, and at the balls he is among the most active flancers. His attentions It is a fact that NEBVILINE cannot be surpassed by any combination for the relief of pain. The reason is a good one. Nervi- line contains the best, most powerful and the latest discovered remedies. It is a. magic pain cure. Rheumatism, stiff neck. cramps, neuralgia, colic, in fact all pain, internal, external and local, are subdued in afew minutes. G0 at once to any drug store and get a trial bottle. 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