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Esperanoe was in‘great diflionlfies ; she would not willingly have offended her relations, but truth wns truth, and she was ‘00 tired and sud-hearted to be randy with Only once was she at all roused. It was at dessert ; the dean was advising Claude Magney to explore some of the old parts of Rilohester, thinking that the hal£~rninons and very ancient buildings could not fail to please an artist. This led to a comparison of cathedral cities with ordinary towns, wherein Claude expressed his opinions so very candidly that Esperanoe quite trembled for him. To her dismay she found herself implicated in the conversation. Claude and Mrs. Mortlake carried on quite a little argument, as to the dangers of narrowness in a limited community, Mrs. Mortlake upholding her beloved cathedral town in everything. 0! course. the discussion was perfectly good-homered, but unlnokilv, Claude, glancing round the table with his quick artist eye to gather the expressions of the different people, was attracted by Esperance’s sad, wistful lane. and without thinking asked. “ And what is your opinion ? you are a comparative stranger, and must be unbaised. Do you think cathedral towns a_nperior ? " Her indignntion gradually died away, however ; the mention of Paris, and other familiar names. had recalled all her and memories, and it was as much from this sadness, as from the efleota of Mrs. Mort- lnke’a snub. that she answered all Olaude’s further attempts at conversation in monqayllnblea. Eeperenoe meanwhile had recovered her- self, and sat proudly erect. without betray- ing any desire to join in the conversation. She was wounded by her cousin's most unfair speech, for it had assumed that she was in the habit of talking about her suffer- ings in the siege. whereas the subject had scarcely been mentioned since her arrival, and she had, moreover, mode an unjust insin_uation as to he_r_ good taste. " Horrors at the diEner-table 1" the very idea of being suspected of mentioning any- thiing offing sortrmade hpr blush anew. “ I was wanting so much to ask you, it you had seen that magnificent altar-piece of Perngino‘s in the Church of St. Peter, Perngie. You were in Italy last winter, were you not ‘I " WHereupon ensued I. long acoannt of Mr. Maguay’s Italian tour, stimulated by Mrs. Mgrtlnke's peculiar f_o~§m_ ot‘queationigg: Claude Magnay was surprised, and glanced at Esperanoe as if to: an expla- nation. She had flushed all over, and her lips were quivering ; he was sorry for her, and would have tried to turn Mrs. Mort- lake‘s uncomfortable speech to some differ- ent meaning, but she was too quick for him, and the next moment the conversation was entirely in her hands. “ Oh. really. Es stance, you muat not fluke Mr. Magn my a. 1 through that dreadful ale 0 ; we have heard quite enough of it, an the dinner-table is not the place for horrors." As if to provoke Mrs. Mortlake still further, Claude seemed to catch something of Espenuoe'a enthusiasm, for his replies were as animnted as her questions, and it was evident that it they were not inter- rupted the Rennisannoe would be quite neglgpted. Edd Esperazioe had just begun Uher answer when Mrs. Mortlnke broke in. l7You were at Paris all through the aiegeudidjon any ? "_013nd_e wag asking: Claude had just said that he had studied chiefly at Paris, and Eepernnee, with u look 0! delight, was pouring out a. stream of eager questions. Whereabouta had he lived? Did he not like Paris? Was it not the most beautiful city of Europe? When was be last there? He had not been in France during the wet, then ? Mrs. Mortlake herself was a good, solid talker, and she liked to have an open field for her operations, so Esperanee’e little flighty remarks, and her clear, ringing laugh annoyed her; and when she found Claude Magnay much more inclined to talk to the bright little French girl than to enter into the conversation which she had carefully prepared beforehand on the Renaissance, ehe resolved to put a stop to it at once. Mrs. Mortlake. however, did not altogether approve of this advance of know- lsdge,for although she could not accuse Esperanoe of forwardness. yet there was certainly something in her lively chatter which was apt to swamp other conversation. The dean would often stop to listen to her â€"â€"the voice reminded him of his sister's, and he liked to hear itâ€"Cornelia was always on the watch for grammatical mis- takes in her pupil and Bertha, who disliked the exertion of talking. thought herself exempted from it if any one else sustained the conversation. “ I went in n halt ask six this morning, but it was some time store I could settle to work, every thing was looking so exqulqite." “ Oh don't mention it, prey ; it ie of no ooueeqnenee. We find we must; have a rule of the kind, but of course you could not be expected to know. You find your subject interesting '2 " “ Indeed I do,” replied Claude, earnestly. ‘ It ’9 only fault is. that every pert of it is so merveloqe, one nerdly agree _to ettempt The conversation was much more lively than usual, and Eapemnoe was able to enter into it thoroughly ; her English was much improved by the three months she had spent at Riloheater, end her slight French accent wn_a_rathe_r pretfy than orheryviae. ‘ “ No, luckily it was not much damaged, it was the easel which made all the noise." 5 We never saw your picture this morn- ing," said Esperanoe. " Was it hurt in thnt downfall ‘2 " Mrs. Mortlnke and Cornelia. entered while he was speaking, the former with muny & ologies to): her lateness, and im- mgglnta y utter fl‘inner was n13nounoed_._ Your night-nhirt'a packed in the oven, love, and the pillow: are put away ; You must sleep on the kitchen table. Toâ€"mor- row is moving day. Your toothbrush is near the bottom of a. barrel of boots and clothes And the soup and towels are somewhere, but goodness only knows. Your books are all in the coal-box; I packed them as tight as I could ; Your mzorI put in the largest trunk. where I put the coal and wood. The griddle is packed In the bureau-drawer. and the baby is in there, too. I put the bottle in with him; 'twus the best that I could do. Oh I To-morrow will be the mortiost day in all the glad New Year; You must wake and c511 me early. before the truokmun's here. ADOPTED BY THE DEAN: At 5 o'clock in the morning, door, when the any, begins to break, We must both got up and stir around, and I hope for goodness‘ sake. The day will be the only precious thing thatwlll be broken, ' And I hope you'll think, without regret, at mght, of all you’ve apoken. You know you‘re apt to get provoked, and when you're mod you swear, But try to keep your temper, dear, and don’t go on n tear. You knpw the truckmen alwavs do destroy thmgs. more or less, And i‘t's very exasperaflng, I really must 0011â€" Oil. The stoves must all be taken down. and the carpets taken up, And I don’t suppose we’ll get a. chance for a do< cent bite or sup ; W0’ll_hnve‘_to do the past we can. with things W from’the grocery store: And on them 03 the mantel-piece,“ it may b0 03 the floor. You must wake and call me early; call me early. husband dear, To-mqrrpw will be the busiest day we‘ve had for just a year. The truckman‘s coming early ; you must wake, and wake me. too. There'll be more work about the house than both of us can do. TALK OF TWO COUNTRIB& flay-Day Moving. L'ENVOI. Texas Siftinga. There was some little difficulty about the placing. One chair was too high. and another too low, and it ended in Mm. Mort- lake’s sending Esperanoa to the library to fetch one of the large books for Bella to sit on. Claude, who, after his momentary for- gattulneaa. had suddenly become very human Ind very polite, hurried after her “ Pray don‘t think you are wasting my time ; and as to Miss Bella’s face, I expect it will soon be sunny again. Ah I I thought no,” as Bella, who was the most arrnnt little flirt, looked up amilingly, and inclined to be propitiated by his attention. Claude drunk in her whole aspect and bearing almost’ greadily. thrilling through and through with the delight of thus grasp- ing his subject. It was not till a. mist of tears dimmed those bright eyes that his human nature began to be touched by the sight of suffering. and half ashamed of his artistic rapture, he turned eagerly to Mrs. Mortlnke. Espernnoe did not reply. A look of sudden pain passed over he: features, her eyes grew more despairingly miserableâ€"her whole face was expressive of the sense of isolgtiop and injustice. “ Ah I that is always the wayâ€"excuses nlways ready I No, do not attempt to evade the truth. You know quite well the child is good with every one else. It really is most provoking 1 Here is all Mr. Megnuy’s time wasted, and Bella's face so swollen wit-h orying that she cannot possibly have her picture taken.” “‘Esperanoe, how often must I tell you not to interfere with my management of Bella ? these crying fits are far more fre- quent since you name. Why do you aggre- vatojhe pgorAghi1d7j' A " Indeéd. Ohristabel, Bella was crying because she did not want to leave the nuraggy: [onlyâ€"4’ Bella was sobbing out something about “ Esperanoe.” and Mrs. Mortlake, without waiting to find what the real grievance was, turned round with a severity of tons and look quite out of proportion even to the imagined offense. Claude shrugged his shoulders. and glanced at his “ Mariana." She was paler and sadder-looking than ever, and as she stood waiting for Bella's solos to cause, there was s drooping hopelessness about her very attitude which Claude longed to catch. He hastily sketched an outline, nnd watched her verying expression almost broathlessly. “ Bella dear, you must come down ; Mr. Magnay is waiting for you. See, then, I must leave you and call nurse." No answer but screams. Mrs. Mortlnke hurried to the scene of action, and Bella was borne into the dining- rogl-n kicking with all he: might_._ Claude arranged his easel. discussed size and position with Mrs. Mortlake, set his palette, waited fidgeted, but still no Bella appeared. At length a distant screaming was heard, drawing gradually nearer. Mrs. Mortlake hastened to the door and listened. Esperanoeis voice was heard rempnstrating. “ The dear child is quite at her best. I was so very anxious that aha should be painted nowâ€"I am so glld you can a are the fimg. Esperachtrun nqdfetoh 139 la." After morning service the next day Claude went to the deanery, there to under- take the not very congenial task of painting Bella Mortlake'a pottrai_t._ Mrs. Mortlake' was delighted to have obtained her wish. “Yes; she is exactly what I have dreamed of. Imus: atleast get a sketch of her face, though I suppose it would hardly do to ask her to sit to me.” He drew pencil and paper toward him. and sketched Espernnoe's face from memory, but not altogether successfully. Dissatisfied with the attempt, he tore it in pieces, and lighting his cigar, gave himself up to a. deep meditation in which the further imagination of " Mariana " bore a prorpinant part. ' " Bella could give you a sitting at any hour ; the morning is, I think, her best time, but please suit your own convenience. Believe me, yours, very sincerely. Cnmsrmsn Monrmxu." “ That little fair-haired girl, who looks so cross," soliloquized Claude ; " she will be a. diflicult subject, in more ways than one, it I am not mistaken. Shall I attempt her, or shall I find it necessary to return to town, and work up my Scotch pictures ? Rather shirking, perhaps. still I hate paint- ing spoiled children, and that Mrs. Mort- lake will be the death of me. How that poor little Mademoiselle deâ€"somethingu endures it, I can‘t imagine; snubs at every turn from one sister, and sarcasms from the other. I got her into a scrape myself the other evening, and never helped her out, which was a shame. Yes, I will undertake little Miss Mortlaks’s portrait for that reasonâ€"the little dcmoiscllc looks as if she needed a Don Quixote. And now I think of it, what an interesting study her face would be. Those lustrous eyesâ€"~such s color, too, and so wonderfully pathetic, and her quaint little month. which looks some- how as it the sadness were all a mistake. The iorehead ? yes, it is low, and the hair dark and silky, with a wave in it. She is the very impersonation of what I always longed to tryâ€"‘ Mariana in the Moated Grange,’ " and he repeated the lines : ” After the flitting of the bets. When the thickest dark did trance the sky, She drew her casement curtain by, And glanced athwert the gloom ng flats. 8119 only said, ' The nightis dreary, During service time he returned to his hotel for breakfast, and afterward worked at his open-air paintingsâ€"some curious parts of old Rilcheeter, and an exterior of the cathedral. His days were so well filled that he was not very much pleased when one evening a note arrived, With a pro osal which must either uneurp some 0 his recious time or occasion a longer stay at tilchester. It ran as follows : “ DEAR Mn. MAGNAY,â€"I am so very anxious to have a portrait of my little girl. Do you think you could spare time to paint her ? There is no one whom I should like better to do it. Your picture of Lady Worthington's little boy. which I saw this year at the Aqademy, was perfect. Again Espernnoe flushed crimson, again Claude felt sorry for her, and this time he was vexed that she should suffer from his rashness ; however. he had no opportunity for making amends, for the ladies left the table almost directly, and in the evening the dean carried him ofi to his observatory, and kept him so thoroughly interested with his telescope thnt all else was forgotten. Claude Magnay was young and energetic, by no means one of those lazy prodipies whose very genius seems to dull their other powers. Since he could not work in the cathedral from nine to ten, he resolved to take the first hours of the day, and often by five o’clock he would be at his post, or wandering about in the gray morning light enjoying the dim grandeur of the place, and with the key which the dean himself had slaced at his disposal, unlocking the inner core and exploring at his pleasure until the light was favorable for his picture. With an appealing. " How can you ask me “I ” in her eyes, she replied, quietly, “ I love the cathedral as much as I dislike the town." Cornelia. looked up quickly. “ Your reasons ‘2" Espersnce, looking much (listressed, tried to confine her remarks to the material town, though the previous conversation had relnt_egi to the‘society. “ The streets are so narrow and dirty, and there are so very few peopleâ€"" she paused and for once was greatly relieved by one of Mrs. Mortlake’s cutting little speeglges. -“ Oh, yes, we know your ide’as of the beautiful are different; you curator nothing but boulevards.” any skillful counter-question or laughing ull_l_1_l_ign with Whig}: to ohn_nge the anbjeog. 7 He ooineth hot.‘ she Said. 7 N She said, ' I run awour , awem‘y, I would that I were end.‘ " CHAPTER XV. “ No, indeed, I will not; and you will tell Gaspard when you see him that you have quite converted me, for I have sent him most unfavorable accounts of the country.” “ 1 will certainly tell him.” said Claude. “ I Ill.“ try to see him next week." “ Ah! of course not; I forgot,” said Claude, amused by her earnestness. “ Your Auvergne scenery is. doubtless, much more hauntitul, but you will not call this ugly any morfa '2‘” . “ I am proud to have introduced you to your own country.” said Claude, smiling. “Not my own!” aha cxolaimefi, in- dignapty. _ “ Not all,” said Claude, pausing beside a. field gate which commended an extensive view. “ New. look at this; here is the greenest of. grass in the foregroundâ€"wows grazingâ€"as much color as you could wish in that tiled cottage, and the faint blue smoke rising into that perfect sky, then out beyond you have a boundless expense. Bee-thie side is flooded with light. while over there you have the dark shadow of that cloud; then quite in the distance it does all fade into ‘ the rounding grey,’ but you must own new that it is beautiful.” Esperence drew a long breath. “ Yes, it is, indeed; at I should never have seen all that by myself. I am glad you have showed me." " I think it his a. bounty of its own," said Glands, " though, perhaps. you have to look carefully to see it. Of course I don’t mean to any I prefer it to a mountainous country, but I think it is unjustly abused. Wha‘ever people any, I shall always maln- tain that there is beauty inâ€" " ' The level waste, the rounding gray: " “ Ah I that just expresses it," said Esper- anoe. “ It is all so gray, and sombre. and dreary." __ “ Do you really like the country about here '1’” she naked, wonderingly. " I think it is the ugliest I ever saw ; so bare, and flat, and wide: it quite tires one‘s eyes.” He lookea' so fresh and cheerful that Espgmnce quitegnngd him. It was certainly a little dull. and it was scarcely surprising that her heart gave a great bound of delight, when in the distance she perceived Claude Magnay and one of the minor canons coming toward them. Some one who could talk would be snoh an inestimable blessing l and her pleasure was complete, when on their approach, the dean, suddenly starting from his reverie, shook hands cordially with the two young men, said it was time he should be turning home, and entering into conversation with Mr. White, the minor canon, lett Esperance to follow with Claude. “ I have been enjoying your flat land- scape," began Claude. “Mr. White has italic-m {as}. glorioqs wplk.”_ Eageranoe was disappointed. She had hope to hear something of her mother; but though she talked obediently,hn1t to herself, halt to her uncle, she could not chitin any agave}. But the topic was not a good one for con- versation. The dean shook his head and sighed deeply, then again relapsed into prgfound meditatiog. " I am need to such a silent companion, my dear, that I am out of the habit of talk- ing. But go on, for I like the sound of your vqioetit is _like poor Amy's."_ “ Is it ? ” mid Esfiennoe, Enuoh pleased. " I should like to be like my mother. Am I i5 other things ? " O‘ne alter-noon, early in October, Esper' nice, as a most unusual favor, was invited to take a walk with her uncle. He was in the habit of taking a “ constitutional " every day, accompanied by Cornelia, his favorite daughter ; but on this particular afternoon Cornelia was unable to go, and the dean had himself asked Esperenoe to take her place. Half pleased, hall fright- ened. she set out, suiting her pace to her uncle‘s slow and rather infirm steps, and now and then venturing llttle remarks, which, however, failed to nttraet the dean‘s notice. It was not till they had walked for at least half a mile that he even heard her voice, but then he roused himself from his brown study and looked dqwn at her kindly. Clauae promised to be most careful, and delicately turned the conversation, though he was not a little curious'to know it the " Moated Grange,” were a real necessity for “ Mariana." " I am afraid I cannot be of much use in helping him, but still I will bear is in mind. You must give me an introduction to him, and than I shall be able to give an account of yogi and your Riloheater home." “ Oh, thank you, you are so good,” said Esperanoe, gratefully; then, with a sudden look of fear, " but you must not let him think I am unhappy. You will not tell big anything that could trouble hizu _? ” “ Your brot'h'er in in London still, then ‘1" he inquired,when she had finished the story by telling of be): mfgival at Rilohggtep ” Yes, he is still at Pentonville,but he has not heard of any work yet. There seems so many French exiles in London, and that, of course, makes it more difficult for him " They had several opportunities 0! meet- ing, for Claude was often nked to luncheon or dinner, and Bella was ac refractory that her portrait required several sittings. Mre. Mortlske eoon weeried of attending to these. and the duty of keeping the child quiet devolved upon Eepersnce ; and though at first her oonfidenoes were checked by a. pretty demureneee, she soon found that a sympathetic listener was too delightful to be resisted. Gradually Claude learned her whole his- tory. She dwelt long on the happy year! at the chateau, describing her favorite haunts among the ruins. telling him 0! the prim old garden with its terraces, its oli ped yews, its mazes and grassy paths, an painting the surrounding country in such glowing terms that Claude promised her at some future day to visit it himself, and bring her back a picture of her beloved mountains of huvergne. to carry the bulky volume. She was stand- ing by the book-shelves when he entered, gaming not very energetically at “Webster's ictionary." " Let me help you," he exclaimed; “ this is a inemone book indeed. but too heavy for you. - Claude’a kindness and his little attentions were too pitying to be at all lover-like, and Esperance, accustomed to live entirely with men. was far more at home with him than with her cousins, and regarded him as a sort of English auhstitute lorfiaapgrd. A few questions elicited the whole story of the siege. and the relief of speaking again of her father and of Gaspard, after the long enforced silence, was so great that this alone would have made her fond of Claude. He was really interested and touched by her 59d higtory. aqd _let_het_aee it_.__ ' She thanked him. and would have turned awaz. but he detained hey. " ’I' want to tell you how sorry I am to have been partly the cause of all thisâ€"to do "; he would have said " this scolding," but rudently retrained. “ ‘_ 6;: are very 3905i, by igdeegl I do 1_1_ot Had she been a little older, or had he: home-training been less simple. she might have been in danger of falling in love; as it was, however. the thought never entered her head. see that you curiae?! it'. It is always the name," said Esperanoe,wearily, with the hopglesg “ Magiqpa ’_' look agajn. _ Claude was full of sympathy, but only ventured to any, “ Miss Bella. is somewhat trying. I should fancy. I hope you will give me your help during the sittings, for she will soon look upon me as her arch- tot-mentor." This was all that passed between them the first day. but it was the foundation of a strong mutual liking. Claude of course admired the subject of his future picture, and felt sorry for one who was doomed to live with Mrs. Mortlake, while Esperenoe naturally clung to any one who showed her the least sympathy or kindness, and looko] upon Claude Magnay as one of her greatest friends. The buckwheat and beans Protectionists of this country are only surpassed by their brethren in Canada, who in the new tarifi have increased the 30 per cent. duty on paper bags to 35 at cent. and made a 5 per cent. advance 0 the rate on doll babies. -â€"Philadelphta1ieaord. Occupant of Parquetâ€"0h, come 03! Don’t you s’poao I uppreoiaie the fine paints? _ Chorus of Ushersâ€"Shut up, you blamed idiot I This is the death scene 1 A ppealed to His Nature. Occupant ot the Parquet (of Philadel- phiaâ€"Encore l_ Enoogq ! The only things_whioh kept her from utter min was Gaepard’e letters, full of the old love and confidenceâ€"although her anBWara were most disappointingâ€"and the remembrance of her father. Even these did not hinder her from sinking very low, but they kept one soft spot in her heart which could never alter. The breach between the cousins was in consequence greatly widened, and the effect on Esperanee was most disastrous. She grew more and more ready to see faults in all around her, her face rarely lost its expression of hopeless suffering, her man- ners lost much of their grace and ease, and, worst of all. Mrs. Mortlake‘s perpetual fault finding began to make her self-con- §scious and introspective. She gave up even attempting to love he: cousins, and, conse- quently, was at once open to all those faults from which she had hitherto been free. When loveâ€"which had been her guard and strength all her lifeâ€"~was aIIOWed to die, selfishness at once stepped in, bring- in its train false pride, discontent, suspicion, and a morbid sensitiveness; while what had formerly been courageous patience was turned into a falsely assumed oallousness and indifference. Mrs. Mortlake might well feel dismayed at the tempest she had raised, but she was too much blinded by conceit to see the full extent of the harm she had done. She made some pretentious to virtue, and was consequently vexed, that exaggerated. it not wholly untrue, accusntione had escaped her, but rather than own herself in the wrong she still stood by it, and though conscience pricked her into making some useless attempte to pacify Eaperanoe, she would not retract what she had said. ‘ By the time he was fairly out of the room she was crying unrestrainedly, and was far too miserable to heed Cornelia’s long hngengqe on t1}e_ 41“ng magi-“mastery: While Cornelia was still speaking, Claude had been announced, and it may well be imagined that Eeperence was embarrassed and self-conscioueâ€"lor the first time in her life, however. Shame, annoyance, and uhutbereble longing for Gaspard were filling her heart, and Olende’e kindness and the thought of his proposed visit to her brother proved too much for her very imperfect self-control. Cornelia, a. little vexed at her own moat unwarrantable‘ speech, tried to calm her down. and entered into a long diaquisition on the lolly of losing temper in an argu- ment ; but Esperanoe scarcely heard, her anger had died aWny, and she could only dwell in grief and dismay on the accusation brought against her. “ You may talk about French women as you like, but I will let you know that such a speech as that would never have passed the lips of those whom you despiseâ€"they at least do not speak so rudely. And what you any is falseâ€"untrueâ€"unjust. Such an idea would never have entered my head it you had no§_auggested_ it-no never l " Then Eéparnnoe baa lost nil self-control, and with flashing eyes had turned upon her cousins. Esperanca w'as eo entirely innocent in this respect that for a. moment she was too much surprised and shocked to refute the charge. She was unaccustomed to society. and knew little either of French or English etiquette, and her [other had been well con- tent to leeve her without any nrtifloinl rules beyond those of natur-l good-breeding. While she paused Cornelia. uttered one of her cold saroaams. " Never mind, Chriatubel, you know the proverb, ‘ French women know how to make neis, but notpagegfl " __ Whatent Mrs. Mortlnke accused her of speaking disrespectfully. denounced her " French " manners. and losing all prudence and justice in her anger, said that all along she had been flirting with Claude. " Tell him, please, that I am very well, thatâ€"thin; I will write noonâ€"9’ Eaperance explained that this had not been possible. and owned that it had never occurred to her that any one could think so simple an act impropeg. “ Do you leave Rilohenter so soon 7 ” “ Yes. I’ll leave to-mou'ow," replied Claude. “ My commission is finished, and it is time I was at home again.” “ I am so sorry." mid Espernnoa, simply. “ But it is delightful to think of your seeing Gaspard. so soon, though it makes me a little envious." " What message may I take for you to yogi: broqher] " he a_akgd. ‘ ' Her oolor deepened, the tents rose to her eyes. and her voice was low and tremuloua as she answered : She broke off abruptly, not daring to trust her voice any longer, and Claude, seeing that it was sheer cruelty to keep her, said good-bye. tried to put Mrs. Mortleke in a good humor by lenving a. playful message for Bella, and alluding to her prettinees, then left the house. dissatisfied and perplexed. It all arose from a simple remark made by Esperance. Bhe onsually mentioned Olaude‘e intended departure. and this led to an account at their walk on the preced- ing day. Mrs. Mortlake, ever ready to find fault, declared that she behaved with far too much freedom, that she ought to have kept beside the dean, and not allowed her- sell a tete~a-tete w_ith Claude Megnsy. _ r “ You will be coming up to town soon, perhaps,” suggeated Claude‘ Esperanoe shook her head. " I don’t see how that can be. but of course I hope, or else I could not get on at all; my’motto in life must beâ€"‘ Elperez toujoyrs.’ " She 'oolored painfully, and her hand trembled an Claude took it in his. Eaper‘snos was really almost desperate. Claude could hardly have chosen a more unfavorable time for his visit. for as he had rightly judged he had come in during a fiispnte. if indeed thst could be called dis- puting in which two lesgued against one refused to listsu to reason or justice. “ It is certainly a good one," replied Claude, musingly, but in his artist-soul longing to catch once more the hopeless look which he wished to represent in his picture. At last he rose to go, took leave of Mrs. Mortlake and Cornelia, and then turned to Esperanoe. determined that she should at leuatfispealfio hip}. " Y6u will not forget our walk yesterday, and the beauties of level country? " he said, smjuns- _ - It did not return that afternoon, but the next day, when he paid his farewell call to the deanory, all the expression of dejeotion, misery, and hopelessness was there in full force. Esperanee was evidently in dis- grace, while Mrs. Mortlake and Cornelia were in that disturbed. ruflied state which betokens a family disagreement ; and although Mrs. Mortlake was particularly cordial Claude detected subdued irritation in the forced tones of her voice. Claude could not have wished for a better opportunity, but now that his desire was granted he began to feel such pity for Eapemnce that he would far rather have migsed gaging per. He tried t5 draw her into converanion. but without success ; she answered with oogatgaint, and only looked_m9re miserable. Eaperance scarcely apoke, but But looking halt abattwtedly out of the window, he: knitting lying untouched on her knee, her hands tightlv_ claspcd. (To be Continued.) Some idea of the business done at Wood- burn in the way of buying and selling may be gathered from the feet that the annual sales of thoroughbred horses bring from thirty to fifty thousand dollars, and the annual sales of trotting stock about one hundred thousand ($100,000). No doubt much betting is subsequently practised in connection with the speed of some of the animals purchased, though gambling prac- tices are Wholly foreign to the spirit and conduct of the Woodburn men themselves. It is a gratifying foot thlt the best horses are not bought end owned (or nolng pur- Among the wonderful things we saw on this novel bucolic EXOEI‘BiOD were little scrawny looking foals, six or seven days old. valued at $5,000eaoh. 0n myexpressing surprise that such unpromising locking quadrupeds should have such a value placed on them my friend reminded me that “ you can’t always tell by the look of a frog how far it will jump.” But many of the horses we saw were perfect pictures, models of equine beauty. and everything we observed went to show that the business of rearing swift-trotting horses (which I believe originated at Woodburn, and that only some thirty years ago) has been re- duced to a science, and is as far above the ordinary horse-jockey business as the cul- tivating of barley is above the keeping of a beer saloon. And this illustration reminds me that the gentleman who for the past twenty years has been the remarkably suc- , cessful manager of Woodbnrn is a level- headed advocate of temperance. Though in the habit of entertaining visitors and purchasers from all parts of the United States. Canada and other countries, almost daily, “ except on Sundays," and though one of the most genial and hospitable of men, he is a genuine “ Scott Act ” man, and this in proverbially hospitable Ken- tuoky, and within less than twenty miles of Frankfort, where no gentleman’s toilet outfit is supposed to be complete without a corkscrewâ€"at least, so tradition hath it ; but my experience of Frankfort hospitality warrants “me in pronouncing it a libel. the scores of imitng stock to which on: attention was called, we were shown Harold the sire, and Miss Russell the dam of Mend S, the fattest trotting horse in the world, “record 2.82 which beats the record of J ny-EyeASee, the next fastest by one second and a quarter. The record of the latter being 2.1_0.”_ After dinner we were driven over this 3,200-aore park to visit the stables. Among the thoroughbreds we were shown King Alfonso, Falsetto, Powhattan. Lisbon‘ and other famous horses, whose progeny from 1870 to 1886 won prizes (perhaps I should any " stakes") amounting to the enormous sum of $2,242,385 (two millions. two hun- dred and forty-two thousand three hun- dfred end eightyflve dollars! _ A_mong Mn. Emros,â€"â€"Having been asked to give some account of my recent visit to “ Wood- burn,” the great Alexander stock farm of Kentucky, I have pleasure in sending you the following: Leaving Louisville in com- any with a friend, who had kindly come undreds of miles to show me some of the wonders of Kentucky, of which State he was for many years an honored citizen, we made our way northeastward toward the famous blue grass country. As we passed Eminence station, in the region which has been madehistcrically immortal by Mrs. Stowe having chosen it as the mythical arena of some of the most inter- esting scenes in " Uncle Tom’s Cabin.” 1 was shown the road along which Lizzie sped with her child in her arms as she was escaping toward the Ohio River, to cross on the broken ice " chunk ’ker-splunk ’ker- splash " for liberty. I hadn’t the satis- faction of seeing her actual tracks, nor did I see anything of " Sam and Andy," and the rest. We did not tarry to explore any of the interesting scenes in Shelby County as our objective point was “ Wood- burn," the far-famed stock farm on which “ the dams of the two fastest horses that ever lived were bred.” Arriving at Spring Station, Woodford County, Within the precincts of Woodburn we were met by manager L. Brodhead, a gentleman in the truest sense, and a man of genuine worth, measure him as you will. While the carriage bowled along the beautiful avenue leading toward the heart of Woodburn, I began to question our very kind and agreeable host. “ How many acres are there in your estate here, Mr. Brodhead 7” “ Thirty-two hundred." “ Three thousand two hundred 7” “ Yes. the original pro- perty bought a hundred years ago, by Mr. Robt. Alexander (brother, as I afterwards learned, of Sir. Wm. Alexander, of Airo‘rie, Scotland) contained 3,000, the 200 acres through which we are now passing, were added recently.” “ What stock have you at present ?" “ About 120 sheep, Southdowns, etc. ; 250 head of cat- tle, Jerseys and shorthorns, and between thoroughbreds and trotting stock about 300 horses.” We had not gone far from the railway station when we met a little negro boy riding on what I innocently took to be an ordinary cld horse, and leading other three, which led me to suppose that there must be a gipsy camp somewhere in that vicinity. Stopping the carriage and the negro boy, “ That," said Mr. B , pointing to the animal on which the boy rode, " is ‘ Malmaison,’ sister to ‘ Primrose,‘ and dam of ' Manetta,’ ‘ Malice.‘ ‘ Manfred.’ etc. She is now 26 years old." My friend by my side, observing that I was a little be- wildered, remarked, sotto voce, " he’s show- ing you Malmaison." “ Malmaisonl" said I, “ I wouldn't have thought that animal worth 850." " I dare say not,” said Mr. B, " but we have received from the sale of her colts the sum of $25,000.” On arriving at the heart of Woodburn our carriage drew up at the door of the stately mansion of Mr. A. J. Alexander, the pro- prietor, brother of the late R. A. Alexan- der (who established the farm in its prer sent character), and nephew of Sir Wm. Alexander. Whose estate at Airdrie he in- herits. On being introduced to Mr. Alexander we found him a gentleman of quiet and kindly bearing; his benignant countenance has grown more beautiful under the frosts of age, though his tall and erect form has not yet begun to bend b3- neath the weight of years. His whole de- ‘ portment testified to his being the upright, generous, God-fearing Presbyterian elder he is far and near well-known to be. He hasa Presbyterian church on his estate for the accommodation of the fifty or sixty fami- lies represented by his employees. Look- ing out from the door of his mansion upon the spacious domain of beautifully undu. lating park land, with its hundred of acres of woodland, pasturage, its im- mense open fields artistically shaded by circular coppioes of pine and fir, surrounded with a fringe of Osage orange â€"its streams and winding vales, with horses, sheep and cattle grazing at will and peacefully cropping the rich spring herb- ageâ€"playing lambs and frisking foals lending fresh life and beauty to the scene ; the elegant residence of the manager. with the cottages of the employees hero and there making all seem home-likeâ€"I could imagine myself admiring, not the pioneer stock farm of Kentucky, but a beautiful domain in the south of Scotland or the heart of England. Rev. Dr. Laidlaw's Visit to a Kentucky Stock Farm, HIGH PRICES FOR HORSES. Temperance, Presbyterianism and Horse- Breeding for Speed. A 3,200 ACRE FARM. AMONG THE TROTTERS. 4v ,uuv, rou‘uJuâ€"Hease inrer your r .. {9 first I have a positive remedy for above named disease. By its timely use tugusmxls ui'hu .ciess case! have been permanently cure I shall be glad to send two bottles of my remedy FR EE to any of your reader: who fi 9 an: Inn: tlon If they will send me their Ex ress and Post Office Address. Rel ectfull Tc A. Im an. .. use We» Adelaide 5%.. v3non1'o, onumo. P y’ - "'9 "Mr. Gould. how is your canal stock to-day ‘2" ” I have no canal stock, sir." ” I beg pardon; my mistake. For the moment I imagined that the large amount of water in your railways had converted ahem into canals." The striking St.Paul atoneoutters got some contracts for work, but the quarry- men would not sell them atone nor anyone outside the masters’ union. _ .- have them return again. I MEAN A RAD lpilopsy or Falling Sicknflas a life-lo; Worst cases. Because others have failed is nco fora treatise and a Free Bottle of I goal: Ofice. It cgsgiyou nothing; For a trial. Thin stri a of horserndlsh laid over a barrel of pic on prevents them from get~ ting mouldy or stale. Giving the Lieâ€"Away. “ Bronson says {on owe him 85." " He's a, liar. was going to pay him today, but I won’t now." ' Hammock" dresaea to lounge in are nnnounoad. “ Now, boys,” said the enthusiast, “ let’s give three cheers for the speaker and than go hive A drink.” ' ” Excuse me." said the prohibitioniut. “ I cheer but I do not inebriate." “ Are you the exchange editor ? " asked the poetesa. “ Yes, madam." “Well, will you kindly cash this check 7” It was at thin point that the managing editor was carried out in a dead faint. ll‘. Prisonerâ€"If a man’s conscience is regu- lated by his hair, than your Honor hasn't got any conscience at :11. Judge (who is bala.honded)â€"If half what the witnesses testify against you is true, your conscience must be as black as your L-:_ 'Hel-You don’t wahtritigfiivalk on roses burelooted, do you ? You'd get thorns in your feet. Sheâ€"Before we were married you prom- ised that my path through life should be strewn with roses ; and now I have to sit up nights and darn stockings. Benedictâ€"4‘10 ; but I'm afraid that they Will be with me pretty soon. “ Why, what’s the matter ? ” “ My wife has begun to make her own dresses, with a view to eaonomizing.” ; van“ a I WhenlsayCurolgo_â€"notmean merely to stop them {or a time. and théu we them return again. I MEAN A RADICAL G U R E. I have made the disease of Flt PHDDBV or Falling Sicknflas a life- long study. I warrant: my remedy to Cure th orst cases. Because others have failed l Ice fora treatise and a Free Bottle of my lnfallible Remedy. ive Ex res: and ost Office. It costs you nothng for a trial. and it will cure you. Address fâ€"Hr & ROOT. hen. Branch Office. “is WEST ADELAIDE STREET, TORONTO. m 5 no reason for not now receivin a cure. Send a Economy That Kllll. Nicklobyâ€"Why, what makes you look so dnl}, old man ‘? Time» hard ‘I â€"Sinoe coming to London I have vainly sought to learn the origin of the word “ end." To stigmatize a. man as n cad is aid to be the harshest reproach one Englieh- man 01m bestow upon womenâ€"Eugene Field, in Chicago News. THE BIRTH OF THE 131mm. I spoke of the mag leaf within hex- chin, And she mid. mth a. lime nod, As she touched a dimple as sweet as love, “ Oh, that was a. kiss from God." â€"Andrew Carnegie will sail for Scotland on May 2131;, according to his present plans. Mrs. Carnegie will be domiciled at Oluny Castle, while Mr. Carnegie intends to business affairs in London. poses, but for the personal pleasure and convenience of the owners, as in the case of Robert Bonner's ownership .0! Maud S at a purchase price of $40,000. 80 highly does he prize this remarkable animal that it is said he would not part with her at any rice and has actually refused an offer 0! 100.000. Some may object to any man having so much money invested in so “needless” a. luxury, but if all rich men would give with proportionate liberality to objects of public henefleenoe,‘they might be allowed a few extra luxuries. wThe last time Stanley lecture] at Birmingham he received 15 guineas to: his fee. This time the Birmingham lecture manager offers 300 guineus, and is afraid he can’t get him at that. I am as much oplposed to betting on a horse-race as to ho ding a lottery m con- nection with a church bazaar or a charity fair, and would be sorry to write a line that would lead any young man to 0 tool- ing away his time and money on fast arses, but having noticed that the proprietor of the famous Weodburn Farm is a Presby~ terian elder, that the manager is also a Presbyterian, that his excellent lady is the accomplished daughter of a Presbyterian minister, and that the fastest horse in the world is owned and properly used by a Presbyterian. it is in order for me to add that it the whole horse business were con- ducted on proper Presbyterian principles it would beuâ€"diflerent. Yours. etc. â€"â€"Cnmon Farm: will dedicate his new book, ” Truth to Live By." to George W. Ohilds. of the Philadelphia Ledger. It is not every editor who can get a book on Truth dedicated to him. â€"A stem hole for flowers in the lapel of the coat is proper. â€"-There is a hint. tar-away rumor that efforts will be made to revive the all-around orinoline. â€"a-Mra. Brownâ€"Did you pick up that tack I drop ed on the floor? Brownâ€" Yes; but I di n’t mean to. â€"â€"Au English syndicate, with Lord Brassey and Lord Richard Grosvenor at its head, is about to turn Brussels into a seaport by building a canal and three im- mense basins. â€"" You give me I pane,” said the window frame to the glazier. â€"â€"The man who thinks he is bright is seldom inclined to keep it dark. â€"Abnae is one of the few things a man can get without earning or deserving it. â€"Cloth over-guitars are grateful to ten- der feet. o On Sundays when the days are fair And plona eople flock To church. t e father wheels his pair or twins around the block. â€"-Winter beards are coming off. -Boft summer drinks are on tap. YOUNG MARRIED FOLKS. Though not happy. preoilely, I'll venture to any They agree very nicely, When she has her way. -â€"It pays to advertise when trade is dull. â€"â€"Vinegar makes fish scales come off easier. T0 TIII‘: E7)ITpR:â€"Please infunn When smiling a ring returns to deck The earth wit verduro gay, An ’ mfden dandelionagfleck Married Life's Thomy Path. TEA TABLE GOSSIP Tm; award with theii- array. Defining His Position An Additional Duty. A Plan of Guilt-y. SUNDAY OCCUPATION. Tonaorial Item. first I have a positive remedy for f hu .ciess cases have been permanently can FR EE to any 01" your .{egdegg who have c harm,~ A114-, â€"- I I ‘7 w I U I 0f Pure fgdlljigrpilianq ngophosphites : SCROFULA, BRONCHITIS, COUGHS AND l COLDS. AND ALL FORMS OF WASTING DIS- I EASES. AS l‘ziLATABLE AS JWILIL lGenulne made by ScoM& Bowne,Bellevillé.Snlmon I Wrapper; atall Druggists, 60c, and $1.00. » ‘ Miss Alcott wrote, January, 1874: ” When I had the youth I had no money ; now I hnve the money I have no time. and when I get the time, it I ever do, I shall have no health to enjoy life. I sup: poae it’s the discipline I need; but it"s rnther hard to love the things I do, And see them go by because duty chains me to my gallery. " ' A couple of doctors in conversation. A.â€"Well, colleague, how are you getting on in your practice ? B.-â€"Very badly, there‘s a regular health epidemic raging in our part of the country j ust now. The confidence possessed by the manu- factures of Dr. Sage's Cstarrh Remedy in their ability to cure the worst cases of nasal oatsrth, no matter of how long standing, is attested in a most substantial manner by their standing reward of 3500, offered for many years past, for an incurable ease of this loathsome and dangerous disease. The Remedy is sold by druggists, at only 50 cents. It is mild, soothing, cleansing, deodorizing, antiseptic and healing. _r..--r..uv- Of Lime and fléroda is ,without a rival. Many have game a pound a day by the use of At. 1: cures CONSUMPTION, ." What do you want ?” asked the lady at the house sharply, as she opened the door in reponse to a ring. “ I'm a taxidermist, madam. and I called toâ€"â€"â€"” ‘ ‘4 Well, we pay our taxes when they're due and no sooner, so you can skip I, ” and the door was banged like the forehead of I girl fresh from school. The Remarkable Possibility for Which Eoienooil Striving. Science has already enabled man to extract fiery beverages and many other things of more or less value from wood. and it is now proposed to go a step further and produce bread from wood, says the Milling Recon}. EMULSION THOUSANDS or Harms GWEN AWAY YEARLY. Without nauseating those who take them, thelittle, sugar-coated Granules, known all over the land as Dr. Pierce’s Pleasant Put- gative Pellets, produce an effect upon the bowele,vory diflerent from that of a dis- agreeable, violent purgative. N o riping or drenching follows, as in the case 0 adratie oholagogue. The relief to the intestines resembles the action of Nature in her happiest moods, the impulse given to the dormant liver is of the most salutary kind, ’and is speedily manifested by the disap- pearance of all bilious symptoms. Sick headache, wind on the stomach, pain through the right side and shoulder-blade, and yellowness of the skinand eye bells are speedily remedied by the Pellets. One a dose. As a Flesh Producer there can be no questxon but that In an address recently delivered in Heidelberg. Germany. by no less eminent an author than Victor Meyer, it is announced “ that we may reasonably hope that chemistry will teach us to make thea fibre of wood the source of human too ." What an enormous stock of food. than, would be found. it this becomes possible, in the wood of our forests or even in gas! and straw. The fibre of wood consists essentially of oellulin. Can this be made into starch ? Starch has essentially the same percentage composition, but it differs very much in its preperties, and the nature 0: its molecule is probably much more com- p ex.” M If every woman who suffers from disease peculiar to her sex, knew of its wonderful curative .propertjgsl, what 9 {night}: ohpxps -1 _»_'-x_ - .. r r-â€"~~y v~â€"-- - -- -'J ------ of rejoicing would be heard thrgughout the length and breadth of the land, singing the praises of Dr. Pieroe’e Favorite Prescrip- tion. It is the only medicine for women. sold by druggiets under a pou‘tive guarantee from the manufacturers that it will give satisfaction in every case, or money will be refunded. This guarantee has been printed on the bofitle-wrapper, and faithfully carried out for many years. firoérfilafiyi in wixe‘ifiE‘n’fiREéfi‘E33233333371331? _ “George, duh-ling. I have always longed for one at this pattern, and you are the first who loved me sufficiently to study my tastes in the matter.” " And yet," renlied he, leveling things up, “ it is no rarity, as in my engagements I have never need anything else." The author further quotes the researches of Hellriegel, which go to show heyonfl dis- pute that certain plants transform Atmos- pheric nitrogen into albumen, and that his process can be improved by suitable treat- ment. The production, therefore. of corn- starch from oellulin, together with the enforced increase of albumen in plants. would, he adds, in reality signin the solu- tion ol the tread question. 0 “m” ’ 0" “‘“B’EBPZQS alas! voiaeqoemefiofilm in”... mm-.. .. ... She kissed him as he gave her the en- gugefnent ring. H _ Oellulin is of little or no dietetic value. and it is not altered, like starch, in boilin water. It really gives glucose when treate with strong sulphuric acid, as in 83'“ shown when cotton-wool. which in plant - onlly pure oellulin, is merely immersed in it. Starch gives the same product when boiled with weak acid. the an} “The' avm “ The 'Favérite Prusoription' works cures where doctors mu. Beat trion at suflerlng women. 0 blessed boon all hall 1 " SGO'I'T’S BREAD MADE FROM WOOD. Confidence Bexot o! Snocass. Slipping Past the Palate A Dreadful Vilimtlon. D. 0. N. L. 20. 90. SUREW fie SHRED He Shipped. A Dead Heat. TWO WEEKS THINK OF IT! TEN POUNDS