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She was deep in ov‘ry science ’nenth the sun, (0, indeed ’twus fun)â€" Coamogony. Geogny. Philology, Geology. Geometry, Photometryâ€" But 'twas the saddest story to confess. She could not sew (1. button on a duos! Sho would spend a. day or two upon a rhyme, (\th a. high old time!) Threnodes, Epod05, Poems. Proems. Lyrics, Pyrrhicsâ€" But ev'ry time she went a. thing to buy, She surely would be cheated on the sly! Ev‘ry language ever written she would try, (She could speak, ob myl) Iilytmu, Iberian, Hebraic, Chaldaic, Indian, Africanâ€" But when, ye gods, her cooking I recall, l'm bound to state she could not cook at all! And 1? Oh, I don‘t count for much, you see, (Do not, pray, mind me)â€" Wandering. pondering, Shaking, quaking, Toning, mailingâ€" I havo to stick to her through thick and thin, I've married herâ€"that‘swhere the joke comes in. The day was warm and bright, and the place wen at its loveliest. See and sky were of the same deep blue, and both were In tranquil as twin children sleeping hoe Her cheeks burned as with fire ; her hands were cold as marble ; her heart throbbed with hope and fear and the shame of downcast pride all in one ; but it had to be done. Caleb Stagg was her last chance, failing a direct appeal to Anthonyâ€"or one yet more direct, to death and God I But the loving cling to life, however miserable they may be, if they can but live together. The dust of dead joys is better than the peace of eternal sleep, if only they can hold each other‘s hand and forget their wretch- edness in a kiss. When things are at their extreme it is time enough voluntarily to die. While they love they are never at this extreme ; and Estelle, who knew that her beloved was now dying, would not have hastened that invitable hour, no, not by one moment of coveted time. Wherefore she took her courage in both handsâ€"wrote the story of her distress and denudation to Caleb Stagg, and spoke quite naturally of “ Mr. Osborne ” and of his state of health, and of her having joined him to look after him. She had, however, to add the slight change of name, and how they were known here at their hotel as “ Mr. and Mrs. Charles," which gave a somewhat difierent complexion to the pure philan- thropy of looking after her cli friend and laymate, fallen into such a condition of ealth as demanded a competent nurse. The first answer came by telegram. By return of post a Substantial remittance was the second ; and Estelle had not miscalculated. This sandy-haired, snub- nosed, ungainly omad‘haun was truly the bit of human gold she had believed him to be ; the hump between the hunchback‘s shoulders was, then, the sheath wherein were folded the angel’s wings; and Love, pure, unselfish Love, once more vindicated its right to be held as the god of the world and the great centre of all life that is worth living. “Th‘s time I have taken two steps forward and fallen back one. The next time I shall make three and fellback none,” thought Lady Elizabeth,she too brbatbing more freely because of the hope she had that she could win poor Estelle‘s forgiveness when the day of her ordeal should come. So much of grace, however, had they as to remit Charlie Osborne a very small pittance, just to meet the most pressing wants of the momentâ€"sending therewith a curt and disagreeable letter full of covert insolence, saying that it was impossible for them to satisfy these constant and exorbitant demandsâ€"and that really Mrs. Harford must apply to her own people, who were better able to keep her than they. Poor folk like them had enough to doto keep their own heads over water. Perhaps no trial had been greater to these two desolate creatures than was this letter, with its meagre remittance so reluctantly sent, its insolence so slightly veiled. It was aterrible moment. Even that when Anne had marked them with the brand of shame was less terrible than this; for this included the same confession of shame, and more besides. Then Estelle made up her mind. It was a trial, but it was not a. hazard. She knew the man, and felt sure that she could trust him. He was good and unselfish, and he had once loved her. Now that he was rich he would help her ; even though helping her meant helping the men who had stood between them. milligrwthâ€"is first and only brush that had ever been between the two, Anthony and Tmflv Elizabeth were yet ottener together and still more uuu mVLu cu eaun utbor than before. The old days at Kingshouse seemed to heve been translated into these new conditions at Thorbergh ; but had there been the smallest approach to flirting or levity on either side, Mrs. Smythe Smith would have taken the alarm, and there would probably have been a. little scene of remonetrence or a. false excuse for departure. But there was nothing to agitate the most sensitive prudery. Lady Eliza,- beth was grateful to her hostess for her trust. Knowing what she did, and having that ulterior object ever before her eyes, she held by her friendship with Anthony es the last hope of salvation poor Estelle was likely to have. IN DUKE DISTRESS. Meanwhile Estelle's cup of misery was fullâ€"so full that surely there was no room for motel In the earthquake she and Charlie had lost all they possessed, save the clothes in which they escaped and such loose silver as chanced to be in their pockets. Alone, and out off from their past, disgraced where they were, panniless, was there a lower deep ‘2 But when Eavelle wrote to them, giving an account of the‘earthquake and their losses, and asking for help, mother and daughter consulted together in adverse mood enough, and pronounced it a shame for grand folk like those to come upon poor people like them. “ You see we all love you, Lady Eliza. beth," said Anthony one day, in his half- bitter and half-serious way. “ My boy, my dog. and even I, who, in your eyes, am not so good as either.” As their only ohince, they wrote to Mary, whom now they knew to have been the anonymous sender of those sporadic supplies; whose other secret also they knew. Estelle was‘ thus doubly bound to this coarse.vulgar car of oheatery and deception; {or they knew her guilt and she knew theirs, and neither dared to betray the other. But Msry and her mother had the whip hand, and knew it. “ If they do, they’ll have-t0 find out their mistgke,’_’ said Mary, grim_ly._ _ It was a heavy burden, however. to know what she did and keep it back from the one most interested. if she could but bring him to a milder frame of mind she would tell him. He ought to divorce his poor erring wife, to set her free to marry Charlie. If only she could influence him to this better and more magnanimous course! Meanwhile she made herself almost necessary to his existence ; and the power was waxing secretly and unknown to himself, as the roots of the flowers swelled beneath the sod, and the sap in the trees rose ever higher. And as a further clamp and rivet, Estelle’e little two- year-old boy had “ taken to ” Lady Eliza- beth, and when he saw her would smile to her and hold out his little hands, and make much of her when she took him in her arms. - “-Do they think we are mule of money '2” asked Mgs. Lafiimgr, ahrejviahly. ESTELLE’S INFA’I‘UATION: A. Modern Minerva. A NOVEL. CHAPTER V. to face. It was a day which moved the world to love and laugtherâ€"wherein the thrill of life was as strong as the sunshine and as passionate as the nightingale’s song â€"ss sweet as the scent of roses and orange flowersâ€"as divine as the kindly gods who rule the destinies of the fortunate and happy. It seemed impossible to be even ill at ease on such a day. And yet what grief was in that chamber lookingto the sea and across to the far distsut¢land~ what dread in the present 1 what terror of. the future 1 The supreme moment had come at last, and poor, weak, handsome Charlie Osborne was at the end of all his failures and at the outset of his great journey. He had lived to his last moment, and he had now to resign himself to the inevitable parting from the woman Whose life his love had ruined and whom his death wouldleave desolate and destroyed. He half hoped, indeed. that she would not consent to live after himâ€"that she would die either by force of nature or by the act of her own free-will. Ho scarcely thought she coul-l live, and he hidden away from her in the narrow grave. It seemed sa<;rilegiousâ€"â€" almost criminal. For all the wise tender» ness and larger outlook which death brings to the dying, poor Charlie could not rise quite above that egotism which had been the ruling passion of his life. And yet he was not a bad follow, taken any way. He was weak to his own desires, self» indulgent to his own fancies, and he had that fatal artistic temperament which cannot live or do good work under the strain of self-control. He must be cradlul like a child in the arms of loveI and id like fabled fairies on the moat gracious food of heaven. And what was good for ‘him as an artist was good for him all through. His egotiern was so far temp red :3le eynnard ; but it had wrought infl lite mischief, take it how one would. 7 But her state alarmed him. This blank and motionless despair was as a. sickness he was unable to understand or cure. Had she wept or bewailed herself, had she been irritable in her grief and peevisll in her sorrow, he would have known his way bet- ter; but to be so still and silent and patient and lifeless was something beyond his ken, and he was frightened in propor- tion to his ignorance. She had fallen into the same state as that which had come on her after she had married Anthony, save that she had not that point of horror and personal shrinking which had then been her artive «roar; and which she had put all her energy into concealing from the man whom she never felt to be aught but her The iatal day had come and gone, and Estelle was now alone in the world, so far as her own consciousness of companionship went. She had almost forgotten her child; her husband had ceased to exist; her father and mother were as dead worlds. and her whole past life at Kingshousa was a. void, She had but one thought#one sentiment* her lost Love, and the bleak blackness of life without him. The spasm of something that was almost shame, which Anne‘s scorn had awakened, had gone into nothingness. Had she been asked, she would have planted her pride on her union with Charlie, and her shame would have gone to her marriage with Anthony. The one which the world disdained and the law condemned was pure; the other, which men called a. sacrament, was impure. So she thought and felt, and Caleb was not the man to try to convince her of wrong reasoning. Yet Caleb was of use to Estelleâ€"of as much use and of a like kind as the nails and joints which hold the cofiin planks to- gether. He took all the trouble off her hands and let her indulge her grief un- checked. This was the best thing he could do for her; and she had a vague percep- tion of its value. He was no more obtruâ€" sive than an intelligent machine ; and Estelle, with the unconscious selfishness of grief, treated him with little more thought than if he had been a machine. Do we feel grateful to the nails and joints of the ooflin planks, without which, however, our dear dead would be in sorry plight enough? They hold the coffin together, and keep the beloved safe from marauding beasts and birds of prey. But do we love them for that? Could she then love the man who arranged the details for Charlie’s funeral, and so separated her from him forever ? With straining eyes and a heart that throbbed as if it would burst within her bosom, she stood there watching till the last faint breath was drawn, and the life she had loved better than her own had sobbed itself away into nothingness and death. She knew when it came, and bent over with parted lips laid close to his to receive that last breath. She gathered it like a caress. It was like his very soul entering forever into her bodyâ€"his last touch, his last word lâ€"then darkness and a vague sense of falling came over her. She heard nothing; she knew nothing. That knock at the doorâ€"that hurried trend of a men’s entering feetâ€"that voiceâ€"ell were lost to her, while a strong arm caught her as she fell, and a voice whispered softly : “ Ah, my queenly less, but thou st come to a. bad pass 1 God help thee, as I will 1" “ God tempers the Wind to the show lamb.” Sometimes; not always. The tempering to Estelle, for instance, was of the slightest quality, so far as she herself was concernedâ€"that essential She which felt and suffered. Being, however, dead to all but her own suffering. she scarce recognized the benefits showered on her by Caleb Stagg, but took them as we take the flowers of the gorse on the common when we are wandering, foot sore, faint and weary, our way lost, our direction unknown, the darkness of the night settling down. He was lying now quite still. breathing with extreme difliculty,hia eyes for the most pnrt shut; but every now and then he opened them on Estelle sitting motion- less and silent by his bedside. Itwas painful to him to speak. He had neither breath nor strength for articulation. "7? may Elizabeth will be your friend," he continued. ” Now that I am going, you want some one to befriend you.” Suddenly the life that was ebbing slowly away flowed back with transient strength, and the lire that was dying down blazed up anew with power and brightness. “ You must write to Lady Elizabeth,’ he said to Estelle. “ If you can, reconcile yourself with your husband and get him to make you an allowance.” lb was like some one else speaking, and Estelle quivered with a. superstitions kind of dread. It was so unlike Charlie to think of means and measureswto plan or to foresee ! What strange revelations and stranger metamorphoses were bound up with thiq dread passage ? Was the soul transformul before the body ceased to hold it ‘3 " I will, if you wish it, Charlie," she answered. She hissed his hand lying in hers, and then he closed his eyes and spoke no more. His breathing grew fainter and fainterâ€" niore interrupted, more labored. There was a curious look of general collapse about the Whole rose of the body, and the hand in hers was limp and lifeless. Through the partially unclosed lids she saw that the eyes were turned, and over the face and bro w broke out the clammy sweats of death. The open lips were as full of pain as the lips of the Medusa in her agony; and then came that hoarse rattle in the throat which told of the supreme moment. Estelle rose to her feet and bent over the body of her dying lover. She neither rang not called for the help or the companion- ship of her kind. Alone, as she had lived with him, so would she be when he died, and no stranger should desecrate the soli- tude of their love. “ I Will obey you, dariing," she said, aofrtlyth _ features. “ Always the same,” he said. “ The sweetest and the beat on earth 1” little smile broke over his wasted CHAPTER VI. HEB COMFORTER. purchnuer and tyrant. To Caleb s‘ua was as indifferent as if he had been a. trained dog walking on its hind legs, but as gentle as she was indifferent, Sometimes she would stop the carriage and ask Caleb to get her such and such aflower that she saw by thg Way-side. .‘ ,v: He writhed in spirit. Abstractedly, yes. Th: act had been profoundly immoral ; but: his was not the hand [0 hurt that already so cruelly wouudul dova. And what matterer is what he thought? Who was he, to lay down a. law or presume to find fault with such as she ? " Charlie will like that,” she woulfl say ; and when thu flower Was laid on his grave she seemed to feel a certain pleasure, and over her poor pale face would steal a faint sad smile, as if answaring back one from him there in the dark grave beneath her feet “ I supposn 50.” said honest Caleb, uncomfornably. How he Wished that he could have repudiated the idea, and have shouted, " No ! ’7 to all the four quarters of heaven ! But even though it was Estelle who had done it, for a married woman to leave her husband and live with another man was a long Way beyond the limits of the morally permissible. “And did )ouécio you again. Once she startled Caleb by saying, with unconscious parody of a more famous re- duplicntion: “I think no Woman‘s lover but mine died twice. Once before I mar- ried him, and once after.” -_-.. "0., “ It has-‘gééfi a sore trial for you,” said Caleb, not knowing What elsa to say, and, by the way, not knowing what to call her. One day she and Caleb were sitting by the grave,where she used to psss some time of every day. She used to say she was “going to Charlie,” when she made he): friend understand she wanted to go to the cemetery, and imagination supplied something almost like reality. Charlie was always alive to her. Suddenly she looked up into Caleb’s fece. “ I suppose the world thinks I did wrong? Anne Aspline said so,“ she said, asking a. question by theginfieotion of her votce. This, in its degrea, was a. trial to him, accustomed as he was, like all people of his condition, to bring in the name of the per- son to whom he was speaking at eVery turn. It seemed to him so bald and un- civrl not to give Estelle some kind of dis- tinotive mama Ho could smrcely “ bring his tongue ” to call her Mrs. Charles, and he would not wound her by calling her Mrs. Hariord. When he did stumble over a. designation at all, it was the former, for he would ralher wound his own conscience than her feelings. 013 Mrs. Aspline, too. it must be sorrow- fully said that, on this matter of Estelle’s disgrace, she disclosed the one black spot in her otherwise rose-red heart. She was for the most part a kind old thingâ€"a. generous-natured old Cookey ; but this was one pull that wrenchetl her good-nature asunder, and let the little stream of gall trickle forth. The contrast to be made between snow-white Anne, under the bellowing influence 0 the matrimonial sacrament, and this besmirched Estelle, niether Wife nor widow. was too strong to be resisted. She must show Mrs. Clauri- carae her disdain. And she diil. Things at Mentone continued pretty much as they had been ever since poor Chm-He‘s death. Estelfe’s intellect seemed benumbcd, and showed no signs of rewak- ening. why' ?" ' “ Those whom He loveth He chastenetb,” sxid Caleb, in a. low voice. “ Because He loves yqu,_ Mrs_. Chpfles‘.” To such a. pass of hardness~â€"like to the nether minnowâ€"411ml large social ambition,persoual pride, and perpetual poverty brought the mother’s heart, which under more favorable conditions would have been soft and loving enough. “ That miserable girl or me, George. If you go to her, you leave me forever. Besides, Where, if you please, is the money to go with ? You have taken care that we shall never have a five pound-note to spare from our creditors. How are you to go ? Let that hideous young man bear the burden. He has plenty of money. And when Mr. Harford divorces her he will many her; and so she will not have to starve which is as much as she can expect and more than she deserves.” 7 7‘" Yes," said” Estelle, “ God has bsen Vgryfiprd tormeâ€"vely cruel. I wonder “And therefore killed my dariiug twice. I do not call that love,” she answered, and sank again into silence, from which Caleb did not dare to try and rouse her. It was natural that the whole story should have excited as great interest in the English colony, both rooted and nomadic, which found itself on the shores of this enchanting sea. Its mixture of pathos and criminality gave a pleasant savor to gossip; and pity, touched with condemnation, made a more interesting state of mind than one sentiment alone could have pro- duced. To this was now added curiosity. Who was this man who had come to take possession of this sorely wounded Impropriety? He was not her hus- band, evidently not a relation, and as evidently nota servant. He was too re; speotful for the one, too familiar for the other; also he was not up to her height socially; yet he had the command of money toa fabulous extent. The young English clergyman and his wife, who might have solved the mystery, had left the place ; and conjecture exhausted itself in vain. She more beautiful and more desolate than Ariadne herself, and he the queerest looking god that ever leaped from a car, steam-driven or panther-drawn, what chain could bind them together ? It was not love, and it was not blood ; and the world is not quick to recognize the un- selfish heroism of devotion. If nothing was known here, all was patent at Kingshousc, and the bad, black news flew about the place as fast as if car- ried cu bate’ wings in the twilight. It made the staple of conversation, and was “the shame and the burning” of the hour. Not content with having left her own law- ful husband for one man, this exceedingly improper person, this Mrs. Harford, had inveigled another. And such another! The golden calf, the butt of his county, was her latest sacrifice; and he, the fool that he was, did not see how she was making use of him, and how she was treating him as a mere footstool or hearth-rug! It was really too shameful, look at it as one would! She was past praying for, of course. She was lost for time and eternity, saving a miracle of grace to snatch her from those eternal fires she so richly deserved. But he, though he was a born idiot, all but qualified for Earlswood, he was too good and simple minded to be made the victim of an artful intrigante who destroyed men’s lives as cruelly as if they had been smrifices offered up to Moloch. Kingshouse waxed fierce in its virtue at this time. No JeN ever scraped his floors and walls with more zeal at Passover to make sure that no forbidden scrap of leaven lurked therein than did the whole society of Estelle’s old home repudiate her and her misdeeds. No one dared to sympathize with her sorrow for fear of seeming to condone her sin, and the general verdict was: “ She deserves all she got ;” and “ She brought it all on her- self, the husey l" Mrs. Clanricarde had to bear more taunts and sneers and cold shoulders and tossed-up heads than her pride Well knew how to endure; and that foolish George was crestfallen to a degree he had never been, even when he had most severely burned his fingers in the fire of the House. And when that foolish George wept, and said that nature was stronger even than morality, his wife metaphorically bit off his head, and told him he was an atheist, and she would hear no more of his blasphemy. She even went so far as to say : “ I would never blame aught you did. she asked Mm. Charles. You know what you do, I reckon,” he ansyvgrgd,~11ugpply. u Bu’: you think 'I did "wrong all the same,” she persisted, with the obstinacy of a sick mind. ” It would have been an ill thing in any one else,” he returned. Emperor William and Prince Bismarck have sent telegrams to President Carnot congratulating him on his escape. 7‘" I rd'on’n see the difference,” she said. "’ I am no better than another. He was ; but I am not.” A Big Fence. Arrangements have been about completed by the Waltond ranch to fence in a large portion of their range. The fence will begin at the Old Man’s River, this side of the Piegan reserve, and will extend to the hills some twelve or ionrteen miles, gates being left at regular intervals. We believe the contracts for getting out posts. 610., have already been let. u Maclcod Gazette. Why a. you talk of it 7" said Caleb. “ Please (1011’s, Mrs. Charles. You did what you’d a. mind to domnd so {at it bride;7 “ I did what I ought to have done,” said Estelle, with a curious emphasis. “ They had all deceived meâ€"all made me commisthni first sin. This was no sin, the other was. This was only putting things shraight; again.” “ That should comfort you to think of,” said Cnieb, hiskeyes cash down. THE LATE DB. J. G. HOLLAND, the emi- nent writer and physician, wrote and published in Scribner’s Magazine: “It is a. fact that many of the best proprietary medicines of the day are more successful than many ph) sieians, and most of them are first discovered and used in actual medical practice. When, however, any shrewd person knowing their virtue, fore- seeing their popularity, secures and adver- tises them, then, in the opinion of the bigoted, all virtue went out of them.” The late Dr.Dio Lewis, in speaking of War- ner’s Safe Cure, says : “ if I found myself the victim of a serious kidney trouble, I would use your preparation.” Dr. R. A. Gunn, M. D., author of “Gunn's New Improved Handbook of Hygiene and Do- mestic Medicine," says : “ 1 am Willing to acknowledge and commend thus frankly the value of Warner‘s Safe Cure.” The celebrated Dr. Thompson, of the Univer- sity of the city of New York, says : “ More adults are carricd off by chronic kidney disease than by any other malady except consumption.” “ Bu: 'now I have one Wishâ€"only one,” she continued. ” I want Mr. Harford to dworce me. Then I will be married to Charlie by the Church before I die.” “ Goad Lord ! ” cried Caleb, aghast. “ Mrs. Harlozd~Mra. Charlesâ€"oh, my dear lady, what ever is it you are saying 1 Do think a. bit 5 How can you be married to him and him mining here ? ” “ Oh yes. any will. I am sure I can,” was her reply. “ lie is not (lead, you know. Only his body is (land, but his soul is alive, and I can be married to thatâ€"my 80’“ to his before 1 (lieuâ€"and when we shsll be all right when we meet in heaven." ’ “ Laid sakes 1“ said Caleb. u Did everfiny Quakes; the like ” ‘ I I How to Drink Tea. As commonly prepared, tea is so bitter and disagreeable that the addition of milk becomes almost necessary to make it pala- table. But to put milk or cream into properly prepared tea is to commit an unpardonable gastronomic solecism, not only for the fanciful reasons that a chemi- cal compound results from the mixture resembling the basis of leather, but that the basis of milk disguises the peculiar aroma of tea, and makes one kind taste almost exactly like another, very much in the same way as French cooks sometimes spoil the natural flavor of fish with their eternal sauces, till you are unable to tell whether you are eating salmon or shark, catfish or dogfish. Sugar, on the other hand, may and should be added to tea. For it makes the taste of the tea more agreeable without in the least interfering with its fragrance._ Milk and tea soon become very insipid to the sense of those who have accustomed themselves to drink plain tea. Moreover there is a. special enjoyment to be derived from each kind of tea; and how actually the sense of smell can be educated in the art of discriminating teas is shown in the case of professional tea tasters, who can distinguish not only the country and the locality where the leaves were grown, but the year and season, and even the ship that brought them across the ocean.â€"Contemporary Review. “If you had as much faith as you ought no have you would underatand me,” answerLd Estelle; “ and,” again looking, him full in the face, “ you would sympathize with me and uphold me." “ I will uphold you, Mrs. Churles, in all and augbt you wish to do,” said Caleb, with paaeiqute solemnity. “ But this is such an idea”! 1 don’t well see how it can be. I doubt if ever a clergyman would be got to do it.” v“... ... u H We will see," said Estelle. “ And I intend to write Mr. Harford and ask him. He will not refuse. He knows lhat I am not his wife now, and never was. I was only his married slave. My mother sold me and he bought me ; and I owe him no more than any other slave owes her master. And not so much, indeed ! ” “ If you get him to divorce you, it will be another big talk," said Caleb. “ Folks have talked enough at present ; I’d be main sorry to give them more to set their teeth on ! ” “ I‘ll go 101' the trap,” said Caleb, bend- ing to her mood as the shadow follows the substance. “ We shall be in time for the post, I dare say, and she’ll have the letter the day after toâ€"morrow.” “ Déar, dear Lady Elizabeth I ” cried Estelle, to Whom this new thought had give a. new impulse. “ Oh, if she was bun here! She would help me! she would comfort me ! ” “Nay thnl; would I not,” he answered, with his heart in his good, honest, homely face. “ What 1 would lxke beat of all ls that you should have some lady friend, like Lady Elizabeth, to come and bear you company, Mrs. Charles; and that 3ou’d just lel: me go on as I am, looking after you and seeing that you want for naught. But I want no more clatter and no more worry to you. And if I were you I'd leave Mr. Harlord alone until we see how things turn of themselvcs.” "1:; is non fair,” she answered. “I owe it to my darling’s memory to get rid of this hated name,which I suppose is legally mine. Do you know,Mr. Bragg, I had almost forgotten it. For allthese months that: I have been with Charlie I never remembered that I was not legally his Wife till that dreadful girl reminded “ It is a. sweet thought, and like your- self, Mrs. Charles,” said poor Caleb, in terrible perplexity how to meetthis thought which was so insane, though the mind in which it was bom was sauer in this than in some other things. “ But I thinkit wants considering. And if you’l: be guidul be me, you‘ll Wait until you are a little stronger before you put yourself about again. Will you let me write to Lady Elizabeth? That would be the wisest thing to do. If she could come here {or a bit, that would be about the best job we could get through.” “ Yes,” said. Estelle. “ Write to her. She was always good to him, and he liked her. He would be pleased for me to have her here. Yes, do write. Let us go home,” she added, feverishly. “ Let; us go home at once, and do you write at once.” “ Would you like me to go back to Mr. Harjprd ‘2’ _” she askgdLa lim_e_haughtxly. ‘ me. And then I forgot it again when he went from me. 15 is only quite lately that I have thought of is, and that I want so much to get; rid of Mr. Harloxd, and to be his, my darlings wholly and enurely.” (To be Continued} DBUGGIS'I‘ ‘VUOD BROUGHT BACK. The Alleged Murderer of Lily Charlton Comes Back Voluntarily. At an curly hour this (Saturday) morn. ing, John Wood, druggist, Toronto, charged with murdering Lily Charlton in Toronto, was taken to the police station there in charge of Detective Caddy. He consenteu to leave Buffalo Without formal extradition proceedings. He had eluded the warrant» out for hlfl arrest ever since his sudden departure to the Ssgtes when the crime leaked out. The prisoner strode up to the sergeant with his hands behind his back. simulating by his manner and voice a mum terly indifference to the position in which hails placed.” Bagleyâ€"I want a little advice. My friends tell me to adopt literature as a means olalivelihood. What is the most necessary thing to do first ? Editorâ€"Get somebody to give you a good big bank account. A conflict occurred yesterday between the stnkers and military at Essen, Ger- many. The soldiers killed three men anti wounded five. Wood replied as follows to questions pm by the reporter : “ I have simply to state," said \Vood, “ that; 1 came back here of my own free will, believing that, as I am an innocent man, the law will have no hold upon me. The first I knew of the caso \VdS when Dr. Valentine requested me to telephone for Dr. Shrange to attend his patient. I did so in the ordinary way. Do you suppose if I had been in any way impli- cated Hut I would have put the case in the hands of a strange doctor when discovery must have been certain ? Well, not much. I was quite innocent of the whoie affair. Why did I run away to Buffalo ‘2 \Vell, I simply went because my doctor advised me to go away to some place for the benefit of my health.” A man named Hopkins WAS fined $510 and costs in Kingston yesterday for selling pop and fireworks to a boy on Sunday. “ It doesn’t require an expert,” said Dr. De Menil, “ to tell whether a diamond is genuine or not. The test is very simple and can be made in any place and in a. mo- ment. All you need is a. piece of paper and a. lead pencil. With the latter make a small dot on the paper, then look at it through the diamond. If you can see but one dot you can depend upon it that the stone is genuine, but if the mark is scat- tered, or shows more than one, you will be perfectly safe in refusing to pay ten cents for a. stone that may be offered you at $500.”â€"â€"St. Louis Globe-Democrat. How to Tell a True Flasher from :1 False. “ Were you in a state of decline when you left?" ventured the reporter. “ Well, I should say so. My stock had gone down about 1.500 per cent. Now that you ask me, I will tell you why 1 did not come back before. I fell from u. buggy at Buffalo last December and broke my hip and am only recovering now. I opened in business for myself in Buffalo about seven weeks ago. and have been living since quite openly with my wife and family over the store, which is situated on Erie street. Yes, I expect bail ; I have received a pro- misefino matter from whomâ€"that I shall be bailed out in the morning. and that it Will be fixed at less than $2,000. Why should I have to put up more ‘2 Valentine was only required to give $1,500." Edmund Yates says: Chamberlain’s party at Highbury made one rub one’s eyes and wonder Whether he were awake or only passing through a dream. Dukes, Mar- quises, Earls, Viscounts, all came to pour incense on the altar of Unionism in the temple of which Chamberlain is the high priest. How the wheel goes round! For it seems but yesterday. under other aus- pices and with Schnadhorst as guardian angel, that another Gospel was preached and another altar lighted at the shrineâ€" but no one wishes to be critical. The Highbury party was Unionist, intellectual, smart, amusing, cosmopolitan. Mrs. Chamberlain made the most charming of hostesses. and won every heart not already captivated. Her reception was very crowded. She pleased her Birmingham lieges by appearing in their pearl necklace. Every one who came feasted his eyes on a larger collection of the British aristocracy than they had ever seen or were likely to see again. The house at Highbnry, most comfortable and luxuriously furnished, was done up recently, and what few im- provements were wanted were added when Mr. Chamberlain brought home his bride. They have such a deadly habit of telling just the secrets that their big sister wouldn’t have known for the world, and telling them at just the very worst times they could possibly select. And, What is more, they seem to take a malicious pleasure in telling them. Therefore We any to you, if posslble, avoid going courting in famllies where there are little sisters, unless you are so deeply in love as to be perfectly indiflerent and rack- less as to the consequences. Little sisters are a great trial to the yogpg lqdy with»her .firegbegm: _> If Mary Jane has kept her hair rolled up for two days to be well frizzed when Augustus culls,her little sister will note the proceeding, and just as Mary Jane has assured her admiring ewain than her hair curls nstumlly, And that it is almost im- possible to make it stay anywhere, up will pop the small sister and tell the whole story of the curl-papers, and in all proba- bility she will add the information that Mary Jane puts red ink on her cheeks to make her “ pritfiy.” Little sisters will put molasses candy in the chair, and see you sit down on it With- out a word of Warning; they will wipe their bread and butter hands on your pan- tuloons; they will cradle their kittens in your $6 hat ; they will pin you and your inamorata to the chairs; they will put burrs in your hair; they will sift sawdust from the cracked bodies of their dolls down the back of your neck ; and they will make faces at you, and yell like little demons, if you attempt to defend yourself. Little sisters are always cropping out at the wrong time. They never wuut to go to bed the nights when the big sister’s bean is expected, and no amount of coaxing and candy can convince them that they are. Sleepy."- They have eyes for everything and ears that would detect the slightest Whisper. And next day, M; the dinner»tab1e, the big sister will be mortified to death, and the: whole family will be thrown into convul- sions by the piping announcement from the small sister: Little sisters always want to know all the whys and the wherefores. One of them is likely to climb on the knee of an aspiring young gentleman suitor, and ask him why he doesn’t have more hairs in his mousâ€" tache; she would like to ask him if he donsn’t feel bad because his nose is long, and it would delight her dear linle heart to im- pairt to him the fact thus Mary Brown and sister Jane both said he was too long-legged for anything but a greyhound. Small sisters will tell the family secrets with most delightful candor, and while the young gcntlemun caller is waiting for the young lady of the family to glve the final touchts to her toilet before coming down, the small water will confidentially make him acquainted with the fact that “ papa swears at mamma right along,’ and that “ we have old hen for dinner and call it chicken- pie,” and that “ Sister Jane wants to get married awfully to some rich young fool who will keep her without work.” “ Gus Jones hit our Mary Jane last night right into the mouth! I seen him! And she bit him back I" Chamberlain's Great Blow Out. BY KATE TIIORN Litile Sisto : s. Two original editions of “ Walton’s Ang- ler,” 1653, have been sold in London,realiz- ing $2,400 and $360 respectively. The London Lancet recently contained this advertisement: “Home wanted for homicidal lady in house of medical mam. Address, stating terms,” etc. HEADACHE, fickle appetite, failure of eye- sight, tube casts in urine, frequent desire to urinate, especially at night, cramps in calf of legs, gradual loss of flesh and dropsical swellingâ€"any one or more of the above disorders are symptoms of advanced kidney disease or Bright’s disease, and Warner’s Safe Cure should be freely used accord ng to directions. Dr. Wm. H. Thompson, of the city of New York, says : “ More adule are carried offin this country by chronic kidney disease than by any other one malady except consumption. The late Dr. Dio Lewis says, over his own sig- nature, in speaking of Warner’s Safe Cure: “ If I found myself the victim of a. serious kidney trouble I should use your prepara- tion.” AB every reader of this paper knows,ib has become one of the fine arts to write Max-active and interesting advertisements-â€" aspecially medical ones. Now in seems to us that if, for instance, ahe world-wide advertisers of Warner’s Safe Remedies would adopt a style whereby nhey could work in a startling snory of, say â€"-Wolves, we believe the immense sales of their medicines could be still more largely increased. We give them the benefit of the idea. at any event. Let it commence like chis: Patter! Putter! Patter! ‘Thereib is again. It is not fifty yards from where be last. halted. The steps are 500 light for those of an Indian. A grizzly would rush upon its victim with a roar of defiance and anger. A panther would hurl himself through thirty feet of space, with a scream to unnerve the hardiesb hunter. “ Wolves," whispers the hunter, as a howl suddenly bursts upon his ear. Wolvrs Y the gaunt grizzly wolves of the foot-hills thin and poor and hungry and savageâ€"the legs tireless the mouth full of teeth which can crack the shoulderâ€"bone of .1. buffalo. He can see their dark forms flitting from point to point-the patter of their feet ugon the parched grass proves that he is surroundedâ€"yet no more in dan- ger, and no more effectually surrounded than he who tritlss with the symptoms of Kidney disease. And you, reader, know whether or not you are a victim to its in- sidious encroachment. If your back aches, lf your eyesxght is failing, if your appetite is fickle, if your urine is not clear and of a pale straw color, do not hesitate on the prairie of danger, but flee to the nearest navL-n of safety, and resort to the only known cure for kidney and liver troubles, ‘Warner’s Safe Cure. It is a duty you owe, ‘ not only to yourself but to your family and society at large. , Delays are dangerous. Had the traveller not been overtaken in the night, and unarmed, the wolves would , have had no terrors for him. We warn ‘you just now, in broad daylight, before the l wolves of disease eink their poisoned fangs deeply into your flesh and the night of death settles down upon you, to stop your ears to prejudice and bigotry, and to fly to safety through the means we have pointed out Hammocks that are allowed to hang out most of the time are soon rotted by the action of the weather. In is said that they may be made “ waterproof " by immersing in boiling linseed oil, and leaving them in it for a (lay or two. Then with a. cloth rub off all the oil poseible,and when the nothing is dried it will last much longer than in otherwise would. ‘ “ Is it proper to spank of Mrs. Harrison as the first lady of the land ?” That idepends. if our correspondent has a. wife. ‘she should be the first lady of the land to l him. If he has no wife, his mother should ‘be the first lady, and if he has no mother 1either, then his oldest sister. If he is an ‘ unmarried orphan, without sisters, he may i be right in looking to the wife of the Presi- dent as the first lady of the land, but any day he may meet some other lady who will change his opinion and her nameâ€"JIM):- ford C’ourmzt. At the presentation of Sir Julian Paunce- fote to the President on Friday. the Blue Parlor of the White House sheltered some very striking-looking, men. Pauncefote is 6 feet 6 inches in height, his Secretaries of Legation, Edwards and Herbert, are more than 6 feet each, and the other English- men present were almost as tall. Walker Blaine estimated that the aggregate height of the six Bribiehere was 37 feet.â€"-â€"Phila- delphia Ledger. A few days ago a young man in an eastern city sent 25 cents to the United States for an article that was advertised as a. sure destroyer of potato bugs. The parcel arrived on Saturday and contained two small blocks of Wood, with directions for use; the purchaser being informed not to open it until necessary. The innocent youth was given these directions : “ When the insect is captured place it between the two blocks, squeeze down on them, and you will find that it is sure death to all kinds of bugs.” Another gentleman sent 25 cents to Boston for a. steel engraving of Queen Victoria. and a 1 cent Canadian stamp was sent to him. A Recent Mysterious Disappearance \iith ii Queer Sequel, Dr. II. P‘ Cronin, of Chicago, the former St. Catharines resident, whose mysterious disappearance has caused Bitch 2L sensation in Chicago, was seen in Toronto yesterday. He took the 12.20 Gr. '1‘. R. train for this city. The reason for the man’s strange conduct is not given. He was seen on Yonge street, Toronto, by a person whose family physician he was in Chicago. When accosted with “Why, hello, Doc, how are you? What are you doinghere ‘2” he replied, “ My dear sir, you have the advantage of me. I don’t know you.” Says a writer: “I have seen gentle cows spoiled by pounding, but I never saw a kicker cured by it. If any horned animal kicks you, try to make it think you like to be kicked, Kind treatment and the entire ignoring of a kick from a cow will generally cure. Animals kick because they are afraid of you and can’t get out of your way. Convince them that you won’t hurt them under any circumstances and the cause for kicking is removed. For an unsafe or nervous cow, however, I use a rope; about threeâ€"eighths rope is best. Tie a good snap to one end and a ring to the other, and have it about two or two and a half feet long over all. Pass the rope around the left hind leg just above the gambrel joint, hive it one tmst between the legs and then snap the ends together outside the right leg, and your new is harmless. The more she is inclined to kick, the tighter the rope may be twisned. Now keep this rope hang- ing just behind the kicker and you need never whip her.“ _ Then Dr. (‘ronin 'drew himself up and moved off. He looked half crazy, snys the man who spoke to him. “ Now look hete'Y Doc, there’s no use of talking like that. Why do you speak that way_t_o age 7” ‘FMy dear sir," replied the doctor,” if you don’t cease molesting me 1’11 call a. pofigemafx tang haye ypu argqstedi’j To Waterproof Hammocks. How to Manage a IiiCl-li'l‘. DR. CR N SI’DK EN. Gulls Always in Season. First: Lady of the Land. Six Tall Britinh 91m. A POIN i‘E R. NICE ENDING T0 DOMESTIC SCANDAL A Itepenmnt Wife Returns to the Arms 0 a Forgiving Husband. The following from an Obterville corres- pondent of the Woodstock Sentinel-Review will recall to the minds of many of our readers an interesting story of domestic trial. The plotted elopement of Mrs. Kenny and John Venner, the feilure of John Ven- ner lo connect, his subsequent arrest and imprisonment, and the dramatic scene in the Court-house at the trial, are incidents that merely need mentioning. Mrs. Kenny, it will be remembered, proceeded to Eng- land, where she had some friends. The husband (Oliver Kenny) appeared incon< soluble at the time for the loss of his chil- dren and the. breaking up of his home; but time is a marvellous magician. It fills many a void and heels many a. wound. The happiest chapter in the little social drama is told by an Otterville correspon- dent as follows: 44 Weth 25rd afieethe’erorkf Ag‘eizltaisfvlfifinâ€"tea‘ THEODOK’S BEST FRIEND Figure Painting! (5). Full directions) plagrlt 31L pgst_pai<_i.__SP4_I\'ISH PORTRAIT Q0 " We believe that in extent of light-weight r material collected and carried. Mr, Page ham the lead of (my competitor and that his present stock is the Largest held by any house 171 this country." And the Review says: " After a most thorough investigation of Mr Page’s business as compared with others in same line, we have become fully satisfied that in'i ta specialty, light-weight stock, he is unquestionab the largest dealer in this country, while in super ority of quality he is cmzfessedly at the head." UEBY: I! Mr. Page‘s business is the largest in its line in the United States, is iii not the best possible proof of his ability to pay highest prices ? If he did not do so, would he naturally get more Skins than any of his competitors in the same line? With your name, to print cards, ~ mark books, linen, etc. Single stamp ‘ 25c. Club of six, $51.00. Cash to accom- __ any order“ II. BARNARD, Bubbe; Sthmp orks, Ham11tou,0ntf~ ‘ FRENCH, SPANISH, ITALIAN Figure I’aintinn! (5). Full directions) Amid the ringing of bells and happy greetings, Mrs. Bessie Kenny alighted from the train on Monday evening. She soon found herself in the fond embrace of a lov- ing and forgiving huaba nd Whohud mourned her as loat. Oliver is now happy and things are moving along majestically. Bessie and the children are all well, but they are so tanned by crossing the Atlantic that you would hardly know their: faces from a side of 3018 leather. for us. Cash Furnished on satisfactory gunrant Address, 0. 8. PAGE, Hyde Park, Vermont. U. The Shoe (2 Leather Reporter, N. Y., and Shoo «9 Leather Review, Chicago. the leading trade papers of the U.S. in the Hide line, have sent their representatives to investigate Mr. Page’s bu new, and after a. thorough examination and co' pmrison~ the Reggrvrter gives him phi}: endorpement Mr. Henry Armstrong, brother of the city editor of the Guelph Herald, died of an affection of the throat at his mother’s resi- deuce, Brownsville, Ohio. He was well known in Guelph. 1mm UH AN 1‘5,1$U'1'Uuflfl5§gۤ3gs We want a. GOOD MAN in your locality to pick up “ The secret of success,” said the prince of American millionaires, “is very simple. Keep out of debt, keep your head cool and your bowels openi” Thus in twelve words of wisdom was summed up the policy which turned a poor boy into a. hundred-millionv aire. Success often hinges upon as small a. matter as the state of the bowels So you see that Dr. Pierce’s Pleasant Purgstive Pellets are not onlv the royal road to health, but to wenlih and happiness as well. On Wednesday afternoon at the Euatis mines, Capelton, Que, the roof of one of the buildings connected with the smelting works caved in. Thomas Beakey, who was working at the burners, observing a dis- turbance, started to run, but in his excite- ment ran in the wrong direction, so that the timbers of the roof fell upon him and crushed him, breaking one leg and injuring his head, his injuries resulting finally in his death. An expert is to be brought to London from Kiugeville to look for natural gas. The Czar has sent a. message of con- dolence to the widow of Count Tolstoi. The Czar says the successor of Count Tolstoi will be a. man who is animated by the same principles that controlled the course of the late Minister of the Interior and who will continue his work. MERCHANTS,BUTCHERS' ” Bless your‘lifo, youBg man, yes. I told her mother last night that if nobody came along pretty soon I’d let her run off with the coaohman.” “ Which do you love most, your papa or your mamnm ?” Little Charlieâ€"I love papa. most. - Charlie’s Motherâ€"Why, Charlie, I am surgrisggi. {tbpughfi you lov_ed me most. Charlieâ€"Can’t fielp 'it, mother ; We men have to hold together. Mrs. Perksits (the young man seemed to like the rooms and looked like taking them) wkn’ there's another thing, sir; I’ve no young, darters or nieces to be a-bringing breach 0' promise or actions for assault agin my lodgers. Wifeâ€"Impbésible! Bar 119%; Hdrank Water enough for that. Doctoeradam, your husband’s disease. I regret to say, is cataract of the eye._ 'rI-r-r Net-(led Relief. “ Could I induce you, Mr. Jobson, to pm:t witlLyour soraphjc daughter Clara ‘2” Frank W. Palmer, of Illinois, has been appointed Public Printer at Washington. Doomed {0 (lie, and 011,50 young. Is the r0 nothing tlm.r can save rl‘his poor, hopeless sufferer From the dark and cruel grave? Comes 1m amwor, " Yes, there is: ‘ Favorite l’rcscription’ try; I: has saved the Jives of thousands Who were given up to die." For all “female diseases” Dr. Pierce’s Favorite Prescription is the standard rem- edy, and no woman should despair of recovery until she has given it a trial. Settling the Argument. Mariettaâ€"Husband, you are always complaining about the ostentation of the diamonds I wear in my hair. Have you forgotten that Shakspeare wrote, “E’en the venomous toad hath a. jewel in his head 7" You will get what you want by asking for Dr. Pierce‘s Golden Medical Discovery. This medicine tones up and invigorates the weakened system by purifying the blood and restoring lost vigor. Euabundâ€"Oh, well. if you want to dress like a. toad, I have nothing more to any. CALF SKINS LM EQIAL PEVNV AN DYPENC!_L §TAMB When you feel your strength is failing, In some strange,mysteri0us way; When your cheek is'slowly paling And. " l’mu‘ thing." the neighbors say, As they look at you in pity, To the nearest drug store send. At the earliest chance. and get a. Bottle of the Sick Man’s Friend. ’Ihe Millionaire's Secret. A Case of Self-Defence. 110312.21 89. Lack of Material. A Clincher.