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" Yes he was greatly interested in you, although he did not then know who you were; but he knows now. He is coming here soon. We have been engaged ever since I was 17 and he was 21 ; 14.years ago the 20th of June we were to have been married. Everything was ready ; my bridal dress and veil had been been brought home, and I tried them on one morning to see how I looked in them. I was beautiful, Max said, and I think he told the truth ; for a woman may certainly know whether the faoe she sees in the mirror be pretty or not, and the picture I saw was very fair, while he, who stood beside me, was splendid in his young manhood. How I loved him ; more, I fear, than I loved God, and for that I was punished,â€"-oh, so dreadfully nnished. We rode together that afternoon, Eda: and I, and I was wondering if there were ever a girl as happy as myself and Eitying women I met because they had no ax beside them, when suddenly my horse reared, frightened by a dog, and I was thrown upon a sharp curb-stone. Of the‘ months of agony which followed I cannot tell you, except that I prayed to die and so be rid of pain. The injury was in my spine, and I have never walked in all the 14 years since. But Max has been true to me and would have married me had I allowed it. But I cannot burden him with a cripple, and sometimes I wish, or think I do, that he would find someone younger, fairer than I am, on whom to lavish his love. He would make a wife so happy. And yet it After I moment Grace continued : I have never spoken to you of Mr. Gordon although I know you have met him You Were with him on the train from Albany to Onnnndaigpp. ; 1_1§ told me of you:” “ He dia ! "7 Maude exclaimed with a ring in her voice which made Grace’s heart beat__a litfile faster. bufi phg went 99.}me on: She said this last more to herself than to Maude, who started slightly. for this was the first time his name had been mentioned since she came to the Cedars. But it was no dream and as the days went on it came to be real to her and she was conscious of a deep and growing affection for the woman who was so kind to her and who treated her like an equal rather than a hired companion. Together they read and talked of the books which Maude liked best, and gradually Grace learned of the dream-life Maude had led before coming to Riohland and of the people who had deserted her among the hills, but who in this more congenial atmosphere came troo ing back, legions of them, and crowd- ing at brain until she had to tell of the them, and of the two lives she was living, the ideal andrthe real. She was sitting on a stool at Grace’s feet, with her face flushed with excitement as she talked of the Kim- barks and Websters, and Angeline Mason, who were all with her now as they had been at home, and all as real to her as Miss Raynor was herself. Laying her hand upon the girl’s brown curls, Grace said, halt lau’ghingly, “ And so you are go. ing to write a book. Well, I believe all girls have some such aspirations. Ihad it once but it was swallowed up by some stronger, deeper feeling, which absorbed my whole_being." ” Nineteen this month,” was Maude‘s reply, and Grace went on: “Just my age when the great sorrow name. That was 14 years ago next June. I am 33, and Max is 37." And now, on a lovely morning in April, when the crocuses and snowdrops were just beginning to blossom, she sat waiting for her, wondering if she had done well or ill for herself. She had seen Maude and talked with her, for the latter had called at the Cedars and spent an hour or more, and Grace had learned much from her of her former life and of Spring Farm, which she was going to buy back. Max‘s name, however, was not mentioned, although he was constantly in the minds of both, and Grace was wondering if he would come oitener to the Cedars if Maude were there. She could not be jealous of the girl, and yet the idea had taken possesion of her that she was bringing her to the Cedars for Max rather than for herself, and this detracted a little from her pleasure when she began to fit up the room her companion was to occupy. Such a pretty room it was, just over her own, with a bow window looking across the valley where the lake lay sleep. ing, and on to the hills and the log school- house, which, had it been higher, might have been discerned above the hills which surrounded it. A room all pink and white, with roses and lilies everywhere, and a bright fire in the grate before which 9. Willow chair was standing find a Maltese kitten sleeping, when Maude was ushered into it byJane, _Miss Raynor’s maid. Here, Grace‘s voice trembled a little as she leaned back in her chair and seemed to be thinking. Then rousing herself, she asked suddenly, “How old are you, Maude ? " " 0b,.“ is ad lovely,” 'Maude thought, as lhe looked about her, wondering if it were not I. dream from which she should presently awake. But whatever may be the nature of our surroundings time passes quickly, and leaves behind a. sense of nearly as much pleasure as pain, and when at last: the clos- ing days of school name, it was with genuine feelings of regret that Maude said good-bye to the pupils she had learned to love and the patrons who had been so kind to her. CHAPTER VII. AT THE CEDARS. It had cost Grace a struggle before she decided to take Maude as her companion, and she Iliad been driven past the little log house among the hills and through the Bush district, that she might judge for herself of the girl’s surroundings. The day was raw and blustering and great banks of snow were piled against the fences and lay heaped up in the road unbroken save by a. footpath msde‘by children’s feet. as ~ A! " And it is through this she Walks in the morning and then sits all day in that dingy room. I don’t believe I should like it,” Grace thought, and that night she wrote to Mfiude, offering her a situation with her- 50 . “ 0h," Maude cried. .“ Eight dollars a week and a home at the Cedars, instead of four dollars a week and boarding around. Of course I will go, though not until my resent engagement expires. This will not Be until sometime in March,” and she be- gan to wonder if she could endure it so long and, now that the pressure was lifting. how she had ever borne it at all. (Dedicated to the 13th Band). The toons wish the nerfesser would perform with sech eclaw Would melt the toughest mountain gentlemen I ever sawâ€"â€" Sech touchin’ opry music ez the Trovytory sort. The oollum " Mizer Reery” 'nd the thrillin‘ “ Keely Mort” ; 01' sometimes from “ Lee Grand Dooshess a. trifle he would play, 01‘ morsoze from a. opry boot to drive dull care away; 01', feelin’ kind uv serieus, he’d discourse somewhat in C, Thewich he called :3. Opusâ€" whatever that may be; . But the toona that fetched the likker from the critics in the crowd Wuz not the high~toned ones, Perfesser Vere de Blew allowed. ‘Twuz “ Dearest May,” ’nd “ Bonnie Doon,” 'nd the ballad uv “ Ben Bolt.” Ez wuz regarded by all odds oz Vere de Bluw’s best holt; Then there Wuz “ Darlin’ Nellie Gray,“ ’nd “ Settin’ on the Stile," And “ Seein’ Nellie Home,“ ’nd “ Nancy Lee,‘ ’nd “ Annie Lisle,” And " Silver Threads Among the Gold,“ ’nd " The Gs.) That Winked at Me." And “ Gentle Annie,” “ Nancy Till," and “ The Cot Beside the Sea ;" Your opry airs is good enough for them 92 likes to pay Their money for the truck ez cant be got no other way; But opry to a. miner is a. thin and holler thingâ€" The music that he pines for is the songs he used to sing. FIDELITY AND LOVE. What Fetched Them. “If Max is true to me to the last, and he will be, it is all I ask," she thought and gave no sign of the ache in her heart, when “ Yes, and I shall do it, too. You will see ; it may be many years, but Itrust You to keep it for me,”Maude said,and he replied, “ You may trust me with anything, and I shall not disappoint you.” The talk by the honeysuckle was one of the many which took place while Mex was at the Cedars, for Grace was too unselfish to keep him chained to her side, and insisted that he should enjoy what there was to enjoy in the way of rides and drives in the neighborhood, and as, she could not go with him she sent Maude in her stead, even though she knew the danger there was in it, for she was not insensible to Max’s admiration for the girl, or Maude’s interest in him. “ You know you are going to buy it back,” he continued, laughingly, as they walked slowly toward the house where Grace was waiting to be taken in to lunch. He did not know who the people were, for he had never heard of Maude’s brain childrenâ€"the Kimbricks and the Websters â€"a.nd could hardly have understood, if he had; but Maude's voice was very pathetic and the eyes which looked at him were full of tears, moving him strangely and making him very earnest in his manner as he as- anred her that every tree and shrub should be kept intact for her. “Oh, Mr. Gordon,” Maude exclaimed, “Don’t let her touch that tree. My play- house was under it, and there the people used to come to see me." ” Spring Farm is looking itslovelieet,with the roses and lilliee in bloom,” he said. “ and Angie, my sister, is enjoying it immensely. She has filled the house with her eity friends, and has made some changes, of which I think you would approve. Your mother does, but when she wanted to out down that apple tree in the corner I would not let her do it. You remember it, don’t YWK’ _- ~ « .._- _ . would be hard for me. I love him so much. Oh, Max; I don’t believe he knows how dear he is to me.” She was crying soft-1y now, and Maude was crying, too ; and as she smoothed the snow white hair and kissed the brow on which lines were beginning to show, she said, “ He will never find a sweeter face than yours.” ‘ “ Changed, darling? How could I change in less than a year? ” Max answered, as he drew her face down to his bosom and stroked her snowy hair. Grace was not thinking 0! a physical ‘change. Indeed, she scarcely knew what lshe did mean, for she was not herself conscious how strong an idea had taken possession of her that she was losing Max. But with him there beside her morbid ifears vanished, and letting her head rest upon his arm, she said, “ I don’t know, Max ; only things come back to me to-day and I am thinking of 14 years ago and that I am 14 years older than I was then, and crippled and helpless and faded, while you are as young as ever. Oh, Max, stay by me till the last. .It will not be for long. I am growing so tired and sad.” Grace hardly knew what she was saying, or why as she said it, Maude Graham’s face, young and. fair and fresh, seemed to come between herself and Max, any more than he could have told why he was so vaguely wondering what had become of the girl in black. whom he had seen in the distance quite as soon as he had seen the woman in the chair. During his journey Grace and Maude had beeen equally in his mind, and he was conscious of a feeling that the Cedars held an added attraction for him because the latter was there ; and now, when he began to have a faint precep. tion of Grace’s meaning, though he did not associate it with Maude, he felt half guilty because he had for a moment thought any place where Grace was could be made pleasanter than she could make it. Taking her face between his hands he looked at it more closely, noticing with a pang that it had grown thinner and paler and that there were lines about the eyes and month, while the blue veins stood out full and distinct upon the forehead shaded by the silvery hair. Was she slowly fading? he asked himself, resolving that nothing should be lacking on his part to prove that she was just as clear to him as in the days when they were young and the future bright before them. He did not even sp eak of Maud until he saw her in the distance, trying to train a refactory honeysuckle over a tall frame. Then he said, “ Is that Miss Graham, and do you like her as well as ever ‘7" To her Max Gordon now was only the betrothed husband of her mistress; and still she found herself looking forward to his visit with a keen interest. wondering what he would say to her, and if his eyes would kindle at the sight of her as they had done when she saw him in the church at Laurel hill. He was to come the 20th. the anniversary of the day which was_to have been his bridal day, and when the morning came Grace said to Maude, “ I'd like to wear my wedding gown ; do you think it would be too much like Dickens’, Miss Havershaw ‘2 " “ Yes, better and better every day.” was Grace‘s reply. It was a. little awkward at first to have a stronger with me continually, but I am accustomed to her now, and couldn’t part with her. She is very dear to me,” she continued, while Max listened and watched the girl, moving about so grace- fully, end once showing her round white arms to the elbows as her wide sleeves fell émok in her efforts to reach the top of the rates. “ She oughtn't to do that,” Grace said. “ She is not tall enough. Go and help her Max," and nothing 10th Max went along the terrace to Where Maude was standing, her face flushed with exercise and her eyes shining like stars as she gave him her hand, and said, “ Good morning, Mr. Gordon. I am Maude Grnham. Perhaps you remem- ber me.” ' Maude could have told him that her heart had not beaten one half as feet while reach- ing up as it was beating now. with him there beside her holding the vine while she tied it to its place, his hands touching hers and his arm once thrown out to keep her from falling as she stumbled backward. It took a long time to fix that honeysuckle, and Maxhnd leisure to tell Maude of a call made upon her mother only u_weqk before. “ Yes, yes,” Mamie answerel quickly, feeling that faded satin and lace of 14 years standing would be sadly out of place. “ You are lovely in those light gowns you went so much,” she said. So Grace wore the dress which Maude selected for her ; a. soft woollen fabric of a. creamy tint with a. blue shawl, the color of her eyes, thrown around her and a bunch of June pinks, Max’s favorite flowers at her belt. Then, when she was ready. Maude wheeled her out on to the piazza, where they waited for their visitor. CHAPTER VIII. “How could I forget you," sprang to Max’s lips, but he said instead, ‘! Good morning Miss Graham. I have come to help you. Miss Raynor thinks it bad for your heart t9_r_enoh so bigh.” . “ Dear Max, you are not changed are you ?” Grace cried, extending her arms toward him, with the effort to rise which she involuntarily made so often, and which was pitiful to see. A" 11"! But Maude did not hear her, for as Max lighted from the carriage and came eagerly forward, she stole away, feeling that it was not for her to witness the meeting of the lovers. MAX AT THE CEDARS. The train was late that morning and lunch was nearly ready before they saw the open carriage turn into the grounds with Max.standing up in it and waving his hat to them. “ Oh, Maude," Grace said, " I would give all I am worth to go and meet him. Isn't he handsome and grand, my Max,” she continued, as if she would assert her right to him and‘hold it against the world. This was for the benefit of Max, at whom she nodded a little defiantly, and who understood her meaning as well as if she had put it into words. Everything was over between them Ind he accepted the situation, and during the remainder of his stay at the Cedars devoted himself to Grace with an assiduity worthy of the most ardent lover. He even remained longer than he had intended doing. for Grace was lath to let him go, and the soft haze of early September was beginning to show on the Richland hills when he at last said good bye, promising to come at Christmas it it were possible to do no. She did not quite know what she had done, but whatever it was it should not be repeated. There were to be no more rides or drives, or talks alone with Max. And vwhennext day Grace suggested that she go with him to an adjoining town where a fair was to be held, she took refuge in a headache and insisted that Grace should go herself, while Max, too, encouraged it, and tried to believe that he was just as happy with her beside him as he would have been with the young girl who brought a cushion for her mistress’ back and adjusted her shawl about her shoulders and arranged her bonnet strings, and then, kissing her fondly, said, ” I am so glad that you are going instead of myself.” she saw him going from her with Maude and felt that; it was in more senses than one. “I! he is happy 1 am happy too," she would say to herself. as she sat alone hour after hour, While Max and Mhudo ex- plored the country in every direction. :- . Sometimes they drove together, but oft ner rode, for Maude was a fine horsewoman and never looked better than when on horse- back, in the becoming habit which Grace had given her and which fitted her admir- ably. Together they went through the pleasant Richland woods, where the grass was like a mossy carpet beneath their horses boots, and the singing of the birds and the brook was the only sound which broke the summer stillness; then again they galloped over the hills and round the lake, and once through the Bush district, up to the little log house which Max expressed a wish to see. It was past the hour for for school. Teacher and scholars had gone home, and tying their horses to the fence they went into the dingy room and sat down side by side upon one of the wooden benches and just where a ray of sunlight fell upon Maude’s face and hair, for she had removed her hat and was fanning herself with it. She was very beautiful, with that halo around her head,Max thought,as he sat watching and listening to her as in answer to his question, “ How could you endure it here 7" she told him of her terrible home- sickness during the first weeks of her life as a school teacher. “ Hate him ! Never 1 ” she thought; “ but I have been false to the truest, best woman that ever lived. She trusted her lover to me, andâ€"4’ He called himself a great many hard names that night, and registered a vow that so long as Grace lived, and he said he hoped she would live forever he would be true to her no matter how strong the temptation placed in his way. It was a fierce battle Max fought, but he came off conqueror, and the meeting between himself and Maude next morning was as natural as if to neither of them had ever come a moment when they had a glimpse of the happiness which, under other circumstances, might perhaps have been theirs. Maude, too, had had her hours of remorse and oontrition and close questioning to as the cause of the strange joy which had thrilled every nerve when Max Gordon called her Maude, and asked her if she hated him. “ No, no; oh no. Iâ€"oh, Mr. Gordon,” Maude began but stopped abruptly, startled by something in the eyes 13f the man who had never called her Maude before, and whose voice had never sounded as it did now, making eVery nerve thrill with a sudden joy, all the sweeter perhaps because she knew it must not be. “ I longed so for mother and Johnnie," she said, “and was always thinking of them and the dent old home, andâ€"and some- timesâ€"mt you, too, before I received your lat ter.” “Hated me! Oh, Maude, you don‘t hate me now, I hopeâ€"I could not bear that,” Max said, letting the whip fall and taking Maude’s hand in his, as he said again. “ You don’t hate me now ‘I ” my («H.JhA n Wrenching her hand from his and spring- ing to her feet she said, “ It; is growing late, and Miss Raynor is waiting for us. Have you forgotten her .7 ” He had forgotten her for one delirious moment. but she came back to him with a throb of pain and self-reproach that he had allowed himself to swerve in the slightest degree from his loyalty to her. u. .1 The ride home was a comparatively silent one, for both knew that they had not been quite true to the woman who welcom- ed them so sweetly and asked so many questions about their ride and what they had seen. Poor Grace ; she did not in the least understand why Maude lavished so much attention upon her that evening, or why Max lingered longer than usual at her side, or why his voice was so tender and loving, when he at last said good-night and went to his own room and the self- castigation which he knew awaited him t ere. There was in Max’s mind no thought of love-making. Indeed, he did not know that he was thinking of anything except the lovely picture the young girl made, with the sunlight playing on her hair and the shy look in her eyes as, in a pretty apolo- getic Way, she told how she had disliked him and credited him with allthe trouble which had come upon them since her father's death. “vfiiiiahhiniot armiin hat a traitor.” he said to himself, as he helped Mamie into her saddle and then vaulted into his own. 7 ~“ I was a villan.” he said, as he recalled that little episode in the school-house when to have put his around Maude Graham and hold her for a. moment would have been like heaven to him. Then, as he remembered the expression of the eyes which had looked up so shyly at him, he said aloud, “ Could I win her, were I free ? But that is impossible. May God forgive me for the thought. Oh, why has Grace thrown her so much in my way ? She surely is to blame for that, while Iâ€" ; well, I am a. fool and & kuave and a sneak “ OE me,” Max said, moving a. little nearer While she went on, “ Yes I‘ve wanted to tell you how angry I was because you bought our home. I wrote you something about it, you remember. but I did not tell you half how bitter I felt. I know now you were not to blame, but I did not think so then, and said some harsh things of you to Archie ; perhaps he told you. I said he might. Did he ? ” ‘ . . -n .H “ No,” Max answered, playing idly with the riding whip Maude held in her hand. “ No, Archie has only hold me pleasant things of you. I think he is very fond of you,” and he looked straight into Maude's face, waiting for her reply. .. 1,11,, “ Why I thought I hated you," she said withgnergy. A. _- -. -. “ {$551856 to Grace, although I did notmean it, and God helping me I will never be _59 again.”_ It was surely nothing to him whether Archie were fond of Maude, or she were fcnd of Archie, and yet her answer was very reassuring, and lifted from his heart a little shadow resting there. ... . .u 1- u. “ Yéfi,” Mggde said, without the slightest ghange in~v_oihce 9r expression, “ Arabia and I are good friends. 1 have known him and played with him and quarrelled with him ever since I was a. child, so that he seems more like a. brother than anything else.” “ Oh, ye-es,” Max resumed, with a. feel- ing of relief, as he let his arm rest on the high desk behind her. so that if she moved ever so little it; would touch her. _ Frederick T. Roberts, M.D., Professor in the University College. London, England, Examiner in the Royal College of Surgeons, calls attention to the fact that headache, dizziness, bronchitis, inflammation of the lungs, derangemente of the digestive organs, are common symptoms of kidney disease. Warner‘s Safe Cure cures these symptoms by removing the cause and putting the kid'- neya in a healthy condition. i The smallest republic in the world is not San Marino, nor Andorra, nor Moresnet, but the tiny Republic of Goust, in the Pyrenees, which contains less than one hundred inhabitants, all of which are Romanists. The sole occupation of these people is the weaving of wool and silk. Their government consists of an assembly of old men, called the Council. They pay no taxes nor imposts of any kind, and therefore have need of no collectors. They have neither mayor, priest, nor physician. They baptize their children, bury their dead, and perform their marriage cere- monies all beyond the boundaries of the town or in the neighboring village of Laruns. If any one wishesto espousea wife he must go away from home to find her. Among the peaceful residents of this miscrosoopio republic are several cen- tenarians. No one is really poor, and none is rich. The language which they speak isamixture of French and Spanish, and their numbers, manners, and customs have remained unchanged for several centuries. An extraordinary fallacy is the dread of night air. What air can we breathe at night but night air? The choice is between pure night air from without and foul air from within. Most people prefer the lat- terâ€"an unaccountable choice. What will they say if it is proved to be true that fully one-half of all the diseases we suffer from are occasioned by people sleeping with their windows shut ? An open window most nights in the year can never hurt any one. In great cities night air is often the best and purest to be had in twenty- four hours. One could better understand shutting the windows in town during the day than during the night for the sake of the sick. The absence of smoke. the quiet, all tend to make the night the best time for airing the patient. One of our highest medical authorities on consumption and climate has told me that the air of London is never so good as after 10 o‘clock at night. Always air your room, then, from the outside air, if possible. Windows are made to open, doors are made to shutâ€"a truth which seems extremely difficult of apprehension. Every room must be aired from without, every passage from within. Sanitary World. It was a cold stormy afternoon' in March. The thkmometer marked six below zero. and tie snow which had fallen the day before we teased by the wind in great white oloms which sifted through every crevice of the house at the Cedars, and beat agains? ihe Window from which Maude Graham ms looking anxiously out into the storm 10) the carriage which had been sent to meet the train in which Max Gordon was expeded. He had not kept his promise to be with Grace at Christmas. An important law-suit; had detained him, and it as would be necessary for him to go to London immediately after its close ; he could not tell just when he would be at the (‘edara again. The idea of telegraphing to moving trains had its inception as early as 1853; but of the many forms suggested all were impracticable in that they involved a mechanical contact between the train and the stationary conductor. Obviously. it is not feasible to make a circuit, either through a sliding arm projecting from a car or by so modifying the track ot a rail- road that its rails may be utilized as electric conductors; But that this may be done by induction there can be no doubt, for its feasibility has been shown in daily practice upon the lines of the Lehigh Valley Railroad for the past two years. A moving train may now receive messages passing along a neighboring wire almost as readily as New York communi- cates with Philadelphia by ordinary methods. Nor dOes the great speed of the train interfere with successful communi- cation. If it could attain the velocity of a meteor. signals upon the wire would fly across the intervening space, inductively impressing themselves upon the metal roofs of the cars with the same certainty as if the cars were motionless upon the side track ; and it is not even essential that the train and the line be separated by a clear air space, for non-conducting or non-magnetic substances may be interposed without impeding transmission. During the memorable blizzard of March, 1888, the capacity of the system, in this particular, was subjected to an instructive test on the Lehigh road.â€"-Charles L. Buckingham in Scribner. on the hill, when Max Gordon’s eyes and voice had in them a tone and look born of more than mere friendship. Did Grace know ? Had she guessed the truth ? Maude wondered, as, conscience-stricken, she laid her burning cheek against the pale one upon the pillow. There was silence a. moment, and when Grace spoke again she said: “It is nearly time for Max to be starting for Europe, or I should send for him to come, I wish so much to see him once more before I die.” All through the rutumn Grace had been failing, while a cold taken in November, had left her with a. cough, which clung to her persistently. Saill she kept up, looking forward to the holidays when Max would be with her. But when she found he was not coming she lost all courage, and Maude was alarmed to see how rapidly she failed. Nearly all the day she lay upon the couch in her bedroom, while Grace read or sang to her or talked with her of the book which had actually bean commenced, and in which Grace was almost as much interested as Maude herself. Grace was a careful and discriminating critic, and if Maude were a success she would owe much of it to the kind friend whose sympathy and advice were so invaluable. A portion of every day she wrote, and every evening read what she had written to Grace, who smiled as she recognized Max Gordon in the hero and knew that Maude was weaving the tale mostly from her own experience. Even the Bush district and its people furnished material for the plot, and more than one boy wno had called Maud schoolma’am figured in its pages, while Grace was every- where, permearing the whole with her sweetneee and purity. ..-- 1 .11, Ah the mention of Max's name a faint smile played around Grace’s White lips, and lifting her thin hand she laid it caressâ€" ingly upon the girl’s brown hair as she said : “ Max will be sorry for a while, but after a. time there will be a. change, and I shall be only a memory. Tell him I was willing, and that although it was hard at first, it was eaayhfi the last." A -- - . 1. H she mean ? Maude asked her- self, while her thoughts went back to that summer afternoon in, @113 log sqhool-housa “ Oh, Miss Raynor,” Maud cried, dropp- ing her MS. and sinking upon her knees beside the couch Where Grace was lying, “you must not talk that way. I can’t lose you, the dearest friend I ever bad. What should I do without you, and what would Max Gordon do ‘1 ” “ I ahalldedoiate it to you.” Maude said to her one day, and Grace replied : “ That will be kind ; but I shall not be here to see it, for béfore your book is published I shall be lying under the flowers in Mt. Auburn. I want you to take me there, if Maxis not here to do it.” Telegraphing to a. Moving Train. Open Your Winows at Night. Goon-BYE,mx; GOODABYE. A Model Republic. CHAPTER 1X. (To be Continued). A customer may abuse his milk dealer in the most scandalous fashion for supposed unfair dealing, but in the and the milkmnn will make him take water. A Lake of Water Actually Snaps ruled in ‘ Mid-Air. The phenomena of a cloudburst, which can only occur in a tornado or whirlwind. are not generally understood, says the New York Herald. The whirl in which it formsis not a very broad and shallow disk. but a tall, columnar mass of rotating air, similar to that in which the Atlantic Waterspout or the famous pillar-like dust storm of India is generated. While this travelling aerial pillar, perhaps a few hundred yards in diameter, is rapidly gyrating, the cen- trifugal force, as Prof. Ferrel has shown, acts as a barrier to prevent the flow of ex- ternal air from all sides into its interior, except at and near the base of the pillar. Their friction with the earth retards the gyratioes and allows the air to rush in be- low and escape upward through the flue- like interior as powerful ascendingeurrents. A new French invention, the thermo- graphic press, is made for printing on wood by means of hot type. As neat an impres- sion is claimed as is obtained in lithography, and by the use of a. specially prepared ink it is said that cold type may be used with equally good effect. Its speed is 400 im- pressions an hour on flat wood. Evening Caller-“ I have been wonder- ing who those companion framed portraits are, one a beautiful young girl and the other a. wrinkled, sndiaced old woman.” Pretty Hoatessâ€"“ Oh, thnt’e ms, before and after marriage."â€"New York Weekly. One would scarcely believe it possible for a circulating library to exist without works of fiction on its shelves. Yet, the Friends’ Library, Germantown, Philadelphia, con- tains no novels whatsoever and loans out fourteen thousand and some volumes yearly and about twenty-five thousand people annually use its reading room.â€"-Dc Mem'l, St. Louis Magazine. Merohantâ€"“ You want a place in my store you say ‘2” Applicantâ€"“ Yes, sir.” “ Ever worked in a. store before ‘2” ” Yes, sir.” “ Let me try you. Suppose a. lady should come in with a piece of cloth, and want to get a. number of yards to match it, what would you do ?” “ I’d send her to the next counter." “ I guess you’ve had experience.” The phenomenon, however, will not be attended byterrific floods unless the atmos- phere is densely stored with water vapor, as it was on Tuesday in the Cayadutta valley, and as it was on May 31st in the Conemaugh valley. When such is the case the violent ascending currents suddenly lift the vapor laden'clouds several thousand feet above the level at which they were previously floating, and hurl them aloft into rarified and cold regions of the atmos- phere, where their vapor is instantly con- densed into many tons of Water. Could the water fall as fast as condensed it would be comparatively harmless. But the continu- ous nprushing currents support this mass of water at the high level, and as their own vast vommes of vapor rising are condensed they add to the water already accumulated thousands of feet above the earth’s surface wreaking, so to speak, a lake in high air. Mr. Simmons, Governor of Canterbury Prison, is authority for the following: ‘ The number of prisoners who have been committed to the prison with which I have been connected during the last ten years amounts to 22,000. Among them I have come in contact with ministers of the gospel, numbers of persons who were once members of Christian churches, as also children of pious parents ; but, I never met with a prisoner who was a teetotaler. Temperance Notes. A STRANGE, SAD, TRUE TALE. In his speech at the Presbyterian Synod, the Rev. John McNeil, of London, the “ Scottish Spurgeon,” created quite a sen- sation by telling the following tale: He was speaking of temperance, and said that last Sunday (when he preached a temper~ ance sermon at the Tabernacle) he received a letter that had been written by a lady on the danger of the use at communion of fer- mented wine. The lady in her letter told a sad story of an inherited passion for drink. 'lhere were four or five of them, several brothers and two sisters, and the children of intemporate parents. The sister had, unfortunately, inherited the craving, and before she was fourteen had taken to drink. The others became converted, and did all in their power to cure their sister; but it was of no use. The sister at length married comfortably, and children were born. But the craving for drink grew greater and greater, and at length she was sent to a home forinebriates, Where she stayed a year. She left appar- ently, said the sister, a changed woman. Soon after, however, her husband caught a severe cold, and before going out one morn- ing drankaglass of hot whiskeyâ€"taking care, however, not to do so in the presence of his wife. Then, as was his custom, before leaving, he kissed his wife. At once the fumes of alcohol passed into her, and in an hour she was a drunk and roaring woman. She went from worse to worse, and at last left her husband and her chil- dren, one of them a cripple, through her drunkenness. The husband died two years ago, a whitehaired and broken-hearted man, though only 45 years old. "Need I add,” said the sister in her letter, " what became of her? Her story is that of Annie Chapman, one of the recent Whitechapel victims. That was my sister 1" “ AFTER YOUR BOY." During the Christian Endeavor Conven- tion at Chicago, one of the delgates, a young business man, dressed in a natty rough-and-ready suit, every movement alert and eager and telling of bottled energy Within, came suddenly upon a red faced citizen who evidently had been patronizing the hotel bar. Buttonhcling the delegate a trifle unceremoniously, the latter said : The young man gave inn nutshell the sum and substance of the Christian En- deavor movement. At this unexpected retort the man dropped his jocular tone and said seriously, “ Well, I guess you have got the right of it there. If somebody had been after me when I was a boy I should be a. better man today." As the whirlwind weakens or passesfrom beneath this vast body of water. which its ascending currents have generated and up» held in the upper story of the atmosphere. the aqueous mass, no longer supported, drops with ever increasing gravitational force to the earth. In severe cloud bursts the water does not fall as rain, but in sheets and streams, sometimes unbroken for many seconds. The cloud burst of 1838 at Holidaysburg, Pa., excavated many holes in the ground, varying from 25 to 30 feet in diameter, and from 3 to 6 feet deep. In a similar but milder storm, which visited Boulogne last May, fissures were cut in the streets eight feet deep and open- ings made large enough to engulf a horse and cart. “ What are you fellows trying to do down at the battery? You are hot on temperance, I see by the papers. Do you tliink you could make a temperance man 0 me? “ No,” replied the delegate, looking him over from head to foot with a. keen glance, slightly contemptuous, “ we evidently couldn’t do much with you, but We are after your boy." WHAT A CLOUDBURSI‘ IS. A Library \Vlthout a Novel. Bad Bad Experience. Before and After. Dr. McGlynn Tells His Friends 119 Has l Nothing to Recant. The third annual excursion of the Anti- Poverty Society, like its predecessors, according to the New York Mail and Express, was a big success. Dr. McGlynn spoke to 3,000 of the faithful on his favorite theme. Among other things he said : “ We have nothing to be ashamed of. We have nothing to apologize for. We have nothing to explain away ; and, least of all, have we anything to take back. If at this late day there is some benighted, belated person, some one who has never read the newspapers or forgets all he reads, or some one perhaps who cannot read at all, I care not who he be, who will ask the musty, the stale, the moth-eaten, the chestnutty old question, ‘ Why didn't Dr. McGlynn go to Rome ‘2’ a sufficiently adequate answer to that isin the fact that with the command to go to Rome was a command to condemn in writing the doctrines that Robert Browning has presentedthe Shah of Persia. with a gorgeously bound set of his works. ‘ The Trampâ€"I desire to say in justice to myself, your Honor, that there was only strictly firstcleas freight in the cat. I may be poor, but I am not low down enough to travel as third or second-class freight. L The Pblicemanâ€"Gnught him getting out of Erloaged freight-pal: that had jusfi 0913219 in. Strictly First-Class. The Judgeâ€"Where did you find the pri_spne_r, Qffioer? Babies 111 California. “ At one time a woman could hardly walk through the streets of San Francisco without having every one pause to gaze on her, and a child was so rare that once in a theatre in the same city where a woman had taken her infant, when it began to cry, just as the orchestra began to play, a man in the pit cried out, ‘ Stop those fiddles and let the baby cry. I haven’t heard such a sound for ten years.’ The audience ap- plauded this sentiment, the orchestra stop- ped and the baby continuedits performance amid unbounded enthusiasm." I have maintained. So help me God, whom I venerate as present here, in this, one of His first temples, since the groves were God's first temples, whence men looked up to the clear sky beyond and said ‘our Father ’â€"so help me God, I would, this or any other moment, sooner be burned alive by slow fires than retract what I know to be the very truth of God. (Applause) For me under such circumstances to retract or go to Rome were to be guilty of an infamy. To retract under such circumstances, to condemn the truth that was God’s, would have been not merely a blasphemy and sacrilege and perjury, a monstrous crime against God, against my own soul, and against the precious rights of humanity, but, to speak merely froma. worldly point of View, it were a blunder worse than a crime. If I had the rare good fortune to be led out amid thousands of jeering, mocking, in- sulting, cursing, howling enemies, alone, unfriended and naked, to be burned at a stake for this truth, I should go smiling as to victory. I should mount the scaffold as it it were a royal throne. I should feel that from such a scaffold I saw the heavens open and that was the best ladder by which I could mount to God. And if I could permit, as I should not care to do, any mere worldly thought of personalglory to enter into my mind, I should feel that I was not so much making a prophecy as applying the teaching of all history, when The First Duty of a Girl Graduate. “ So your daughter joins the ranks of the sweet girl graduates this year, Mrs. De Johns ‘1’” said Fitzroy in a patronizing sort of way. " Yes, Arabella graduates this year, and will immediately begin her life work.” “ What profession is she to enter ? ” “Oh, I don’t know, but I presume she will teach her mother society mariners 'for a year or so. That’s what all girls do after they come home from school-â€"Hart- ford Post. On May 24th a magnificent statue of Sir William Wallace, the great Scottish patriot, was unveiledin the Public Gardens, Ballarat, Australia. The statue was a gift to the city from the estate of the late Russell Thomson, a native of Scotland, who was long identified with the place. The sculptor was Mr. Percival Ball, of Mel- bourne. Wallace is represented as stand- ing upon the Abbey Craig, watching for the precise moment when a blast upon the horn hanging at his side will give the signal for his forces to fall upon the English as they cross Stirling Bridge. The figure is of heroic size, standing over eight feet in height. His powerful frame is clad in a. close-fitting suit of chain armor, which well displays the muscular development of the stalwart frame. The arms are bare to just above the elbow, and the large muscles stand out in cords throughthe armor. Both hands are grasping a representation of the immense sword that in VVallaoe's hands wrought such havoc among his foes. Over the figure is alight surcoat, with lion of Scotland emblazoned on the breast, and on the head is a simple morion, so that the features are not hidden by a vizor. These are most expressive, representing a stern resolve to do or die, not unmixed by anxiety, and full of vigilance and observa- tion. The pose is natural and effective and the tout ensemble is pleasing to the eye. As might be imagined, the unveiling cere- monies were attended by the Scottish resi- dents for a great distance around Ballarat, and prolonged and enthusiastic cheers greeted the figure when it was unveiled by Hon. J. Nimmo. Apoplexy, pneumonia, rheumatism are prevented and removed by Warner’s Safe Cure. Why ? Dr. Geo. Johnson, of King’s College, London, England, says: “ There is wide-spread enlargement of the muscular walls of the small arteries in chronic Bright‘s Disease, not only in the arteries of the kidneys, but also in those of the pia- mater (investing membrane of the brain), the skin, the intestines and the muscles, as a result of a morbidly changed condition of the blood due to kidney disase.” If the kidney disease is not cured, apoplexy, pneu- monia or rheumatism will result. Warner’s Safe Cure does cure kidney disease, thus enabling them to take out of the blood the morbid or unhealthy matters. I should say the very spot that you would make infamous by the ashes of a. man Whom you would burn to death for the truth shall be made memorable by this day’s scene, and some after generation, better minded, shall come and consecrate the spot to liberty forever.” Mrs. Hayes always declared that a per- fectly adequate substitute for liquor when needed as a stimulant could be found in hot milk, and after any cold or wetting she gave them this in place of the wine or whiskey which others would have con- sidered necessary. This is, by the way, a custom of Mrs. Cleveland’s also, who dis- covered after the fatigues of the many long and wearisome receptions she was obliged to go through, standing for hours on her feet and shaking hands with hundreds of people, that nothing would restore her so quickly as a eupful of boiling milk brought to her by her maidY and which she drank in little sips as hot as it possibly could be taken. The Washington girls caught the idea from her, and finding how quickly it helped them site] a hard day of calls and social duties they began to substitute it for the various malt preparations they had been in the habit of taking, or the hot wine and water which their maids usually ad- ministered when they came in too tired out to dress for their next engagementâ€"New York World. Hot Milk a. Substitute for Liquor. Statue of Wallace in Ballarut. HE STICKS TO IT. Coolness and Bravery of a Private Soldier in the Crimea. The true soldier esteemeit a privilege to serve his country in word and deed. His resolve is to do his duty, come what may, and to do it even in the dark, where his self-devotion can meet with no recognition, much less with reward. How such a deter- mination ennobles a man and lifts him out of the slough of selfishness is illustrated by a story told by Lord Wolseley in his “Fort- nightly Review "article, “ Is a Soldier’s Life Worth Living ‘2" The place was in the Crimea, the time during the dismal winter of 1854-5 and the hero 9. British private. One night the Russians forced their way into the English second parallel, drove out the men on guard and for a short time held the position. Then the English troops drove back the Russians to their own lines and reoccupied the parallel. On the extreme left of the parallel, where it dipped down into a ravine, an English sentry was found at his post, where he had remained during the Rus- sian assault and occupation. They had not spread out so as to reach his post, though they had come very near it. His comrades had fled in a panic and he knew that he was in danger of being surrounded and taken prisoner. But he stood there waiting to be attacked before he retres. d. When discovered by his comrades he w s coolly looking over the parapet toward the Redan, he having been ordered to watch that Russian work. On being asked why he had not _run when the others did, he answered that he had been posted, there by his officer and could not leave his post until relieved or driven away by the enemy: ~ Omaha Youthâ€"“ Are you in favor of annexation ‘2" South Omaha. belleâ€"“ Yes,if you can get papa’e consentâ€"Omaha World. Loving Wife-“ My summer wardrobe is completed and I am now ready for New- port.” Husbnnd~“ Well, I’ll see if I can armnge my affairs so I can go.” “ Graci- ous ! I can‘t take you along. You haven’t a suit of clothes fit to be seen.”â€"â€"Naw York Weekly. The German nation may be thankful to the German army for other reasons than simply the defense of the fatherland, accord- ing to Gen. Lord Wolseley. He writes: “I take the German army as the highest existing type of the military system and organization, which the changes effected in armies by the French revolution have led up to; and much as I admire that army as a soldier I admire it still more as a citizen. Great as it is for war, it is infinitely greater as a national school for the moral. mental and physical training of the people. Designed exclusively for war, it has become the most important of peace institutions. In it all Germans are trained to strength and taught the first principles of personal cleanliness and of health. There they learn to be honest and manly, and are taught the excellence of those virtues which serve to make men good subjects and law abiding citizens. It is the school of the nation, in which deep love of fatherland is fostered and cherished, and where all classes learn that there is honor in obedience and no- bility in self sacrifice. “ His coolness and high sense of duty,” writes Lord Wolseley, “ made a. deep im- pression upon my mind at the time. No marshal’s baton was in his knapsack, he expected nothing. he got nothing. It was by accident only that his gallant conduct on that dark winter 8 night was ever known to any one ; but he mvst have had the sntisfsotory consciousness in his heart that he had done his duty. How many are the heroic deeds which are never heard of.” Sioux is pronounced Soos, therefore Biou would be “ Boo.” Eye is pronounced “ I," and sighed is pronounced as though spelt “ side.” Yet S-i-o-u-e-y-e-s-i-g-h-e-d would be regarded as a most peculiar way of spell- ing suicide. It is an ugly thing however you spell it. yet thousands of women are practically guilty of it. Day after day, week after week, they endure that dull pain in the back, that terrible " dragging-down " sensation that tells of weakness and func- tional disorder, and do absolutely nothing to effect a cure. In a few years a broken: hearted husband and motherless children will follow her to the grave. False delicacy prevents consulting a physician. but even this is not necessary. Dr. Pierce’s Favorite Prescription has cured thousands of such women. To suffer and to die when this would cure is plain, unmistakable Suicide. It is guaranteed to give satisfaction, or money paid for it refunded. The other morning, avery sultry one, two cows came to our gate, evidently on the lookout for something, and after being at first somewhat puzzled by their pleading looks, I bethought myself that they might be in want of water. No sooner had this idea occurred to me than I had some water brought in a large vessel, which they took with the greatest eagerness§ The pair then sauntered contentedly away to a field near at hand. In about half an hour or so we were surprised and not a little amused, by seeing our two friends marching up to the gate, accompanied by three ' other cows. The water tap was again called into requisi- tion, and the new comers were in like manner helped liberally. Then, with grati- fied and repeated " boo-oos ”â€"â€"a unanimous vote of thanksâ€"our visitors slowly marched off to their pasturage. It was quite clear to us that the first two callers, pleased with the friendly reception, had strolled down to their sister gossips and dairy companions and had informed themâ€"â€"how,I can not say, can you ?â€"of their liberal entertainm , and then had taken the pardcnable liberty of inviting them up to our cottage.â€"Pall Mall Gazette. THE COOK’S BEST FRIEND Who are our most successful business men ? Go out on the street and look them over. You won’t find them men who have pale cheeks. They are not thin, emaciated men. They are not nervous, irritable men. They are men Whose faces indicate robust health. Men with good blood, and plenty of it. That’s the secret of their success. A man whose blood is thin and weak and poisoned with impurities, is never success- ful like his healthy neighbor. You cannot expect him to be, for without rich, strong. nourishing blood he will lack the “ vim" and “ push ” which the man must have who would succeed. Such men should use Dr. Pierce’s Golden Medical Discovery to restore their impoverished blood to its nor« mal condition. By the use of this great blood purifier and builder-up of the system, they may put themselves in a condition which will enable them to win the success they are anxious to achieve. Lord Wulseley on the German Army. Am you bllious and dyspeptic ? 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