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HIS SACRIFICE : Muriel had been pretty al ways ; she had been a, pletty child, a. pretty girl, but she was more than pretty new in her happy womanhood, she was beautiful. Mother- hood had deepened the light in the lustrous eyes, had laid'upon the lovely face the ex- pression of tenderness “'lllkh had been the one thing it had lacked, had crowned the mall, proud head with gentle dignity. Even after her marriage there had beena childish- ness, an incompleteness about her beauty which had struck the criticalobserrcr rather unpleasantly ; but the childishness, the in. completenew was all gone now, travel, soci- ety, the meeting of many new faces. resid- enee in one of the gayest cities in Europe, had done away with all that : she was a woman now, well versed in all the arts of social life, never ill at ease, never embarrass. ed, graceful, womanly, always. As she stood there in the box, one small gloved hand resting lightly upon the velvet-covered rail, the other holding a dainty ivory and "old opera-glass, many lorgnettes were l’eveled at her, many people whispered ad. miringly, “What a beautiful woman.” Her dress was a marvellous combination of velvet satin and glistening jot, all black, bilth contrast, the pure, creamy complex- ion looked dazzlingly fair, and her quamtly shaped Parisian bonnet, the work of one of the most celebrated Frenchmilh'ners, showed to advantage the wavy masses of shining hair ; there were diamonds flashing in her ears and at her throat, the diamonds Russel had given her upon their wedding dayâ€"they had been his mother’s before herâ€"â€"n.nd at her waist she woreâ€"it was a strange cuillci‘ denceâ€"-a cluster of deep red roses. How strikingly handsome Arundel was in his faultless evening dress. There was not a shadow upon his lace, with its clear-cut, regular feature e. there was no cloud of sor- row or remorse in his long-lashed dark eyes, no one looking at him would have thought that he was guilty of a sin as block and hideous as any ever committed by man, that for the sake of a woman’s love he had sold his soul‘ Wealth, ease, luxury, and above all the passionate love which Muriel poured out upon him like water, had wrought mar- vellous changes in Arundel Anthon; he had grown younger instead of older since that fatal hour ; when, with Muriel’s arms around him, herheart beating close to his, he had yielded to temptation. A moment she stoodfthere, her eyes wan- dering carelessly over the house, then sink- ing down into a. chair, she turned her head asif to speak to a gentleman who. coming from the back of the box, seated himself be- side her, and taking her opera. glass pro- ceeded to scan the house. With fixed eyes Russel Anthon had looked upon his wife’s face, eyes w: ich were filled with the most pasaiquate_lopging., with. the most intense anguish ; but when those lmging, agonized eyes fell upon the man who had seated himself by her side, there Raped into them an expression made up of bitterness, despair. and fierce anger. Little wonder that it was so, for Muriel’scompan. ion was his brotherâ€"the false, blackhearted brother, who had robbed him of everything he had held dear in the world. I doubt very much if many m(n love wo- men as he loved Muriel ; it was more than love, it was idolatry, worship ; his world began and ended in her ; she was his all, for her sake he had given up every chance of heaven. Like the lotos eaters of old. he had no thought of any future, no hope of any hereafter ; he spent no time in vain regrets he did not look shudderineg before him, he lived only in the present, and the pre:ent was Muriel ; in his love for her he drown- ed conscience, stifled remorse. He was mentally in the same state that an opium eater is when under the effects of that dead- ly drug, his moral sensibilities were dreed- ed, the soul had less all power over thebpdy; it is not possible to imagine a man in a. worse condition mentally than he was, and this was What Muriel's love had done for him. The year and a half spent abroai had done as much for him as ‘it had done for Muriel. There was nota. man in the thea- tre that night whose manners were so easy, yet so charming. whose .tast'es were more cultured and refined, who<e conversational powers were more varied and brilliant. Peo- ple said of Mr. and Mrs. Russel Anthon, “They art the most charming couple, and are so perfectly suited to each other.” And; the desolate man, watching them now, said so too with a breaking heart, while the fierce anger died out of his eyes to be replaced by the old agony. He noticed that Muriel nestled clowr to the man who sat beside her, and who had thrown one arm over the back of her chair, and she looked now and then into his face, her own all radiant with perfect happiness, every act of hers unconsciously betxaying the great love she felt; for the man she firmly believed to be her lawful husband. And Russel saw it all, knew now that Muriel was happier with Arundel than he could ever have made her ; that she had given his brother the love she had never given him, and seeing and knowing it he snid to himself : “ My sacrifice has not been in vain. Muriel is happyâ€"happier with him than she ever was orever would have been with me, ’and knowing that I am content to suf- fer.’ “Herbert,” murmured Mrs. Disbrow, lay- ing down her opera-glass and leaning: toward her husband, “there are the Anthons in the opposite 1:0): ; don’t you remember they told us, the last time We saw them in Paris, that they thought; they would go home some time in October? How lovely Muriel Anthon looks to‘nigbt: don’t you think she is very pretty, Mr. Brandon, the lady in the box opposite to us ?" AW’ith a terrible effort he brought; himself to answer the question put to him, wondering if Mys. Dishrow would not notice the liCHOW ring in his low voice as he said: Thére was a roaring sound in his ears, louder than the clash of the orchestra, :1 mist was befove his eye which shut out “She is very beautiful; you have met her, have you, Mrs, Duhrow ‘2” " For Love of Her. CHAPTER XVIII. undél. “Oh, yes," answered Mrs. Disbrow. her eyes still resting upon the Anthons’ box : “my husband and I met them over a. year ago in Germany; Mrs. Anthon’s parents were then with them, Mr. and Mrs. Graham Trowbridge, such very pleasant people, and we all travelled together through Germany, and into France ; we had such a delightful time, and I”-â€"laughing lightly as she spoke â€"“fell in love with Mrs. Anthonâ€"she is so very sweet and lovely ; I am notsurprised nor is any one who has met her, that htl' husband idolizes her. They are certainly the most devoted couple I ever saw ; if he idolizes her, she fairly worshi s him, and that is not strange either, for e is one of the most agreeable men 1 ever met, and so very fine looking txo ; they are perfectly suited to each other in every way, those two, they certainly must have been made for each other. There, the curtain is going evepfthing save those Swoâ€"Muriel and Ar up All through that first act Russel Anthon ssh there as totally unconscious of what was being said and done upon the stage as if he had been miles away from the theatre. He wondered vaguely if his sfrengtll 'would last him until the play w¢s finished, it seemed to be slowly ebbing away from him, and his agony was growing almost unendur- able. The drop-curtain fell upon the first; act. The house was again brilliant with gaslight, filled with soft murmur of many voices. Looking across the stage Muriel recognized her friends, "bowed smiled, and beckoned them to come to her. “You were telling me about your friend, Mrs. Disbrow,” said Russel, after moment’s silence. “Go round and tell her I will come at the close of the next act, Herbert,” said Mrs. Disbrow, and when her husband had left the box to do her bidding, she seated herself in her chair, looking over her programme, and farming herself with her painted fan. “Ah, so I was.” Then suddenly, “\Vhy, My. }_3_.Iandon, are you ill, you are so ghastly ~ He passed one hand over his throbbing temples. “it is very warm in here, and heat always afl'gggg‘me,” her gquvered, qqietly.‘ p pale!” “VVlmt was I telling you .about Muriel ‘3” said Mrs. Disbrow, musingly. “Ah, I re- member now; I was saying how dearly she loved her husband. 1 am afraid you will think me a sad gossip; Mr. Brandon, but you would not think, would you, to look at them now, that when Mrs. Anthon married her husband she did not love him.” For a second he paused, While the roar in his ears grew louder, the mist before his eyes more blinding. The orchestra was playing a brilliant. valse. Mrs. Disbrow did not no- tice his changed voice as he said : “To please him as well as her father. Mr. Anthcn knew thatsbe did not; love him, yet he was content to marry her and wait until love came.” “And whenâ€"did she begin to loveâ€"â€" her husband ‘3" “Why did she marry him if she did not love him 1’" Ah, God in heaven 1 there had been a mis- take somewhere. “ I would never have married her if I had known she did not love me,” the man sitting beside Mrs, Disbrow moaned to himself. ' r The voice faltea‘ed as the question was asked. Mrs. Disbrow laughed. “She told me all about it herself, and it only goes to show that we women do not al- ways know the state ofour own hearts. They had not been married quite a year when Mr. Anthon was obliged to go to Mexico, I be- lieve, on business, and it was not until after his return that Mrs. Anthon made the as-. tonishing discovery that she loved her own' husband; quite romantic, was it not ? She certainly has every reason now to be the happy woman she is, for beside her devoted husband, she has one child, the most beautiful little baby girl I ever saw. Real- ly. Mr. Brandon, you look very ill, don’t you think if you went out and walked up and down the corridor you would feel better?” If she could have looked into the rent leart and seen the misery there, she would have wondered how he could llvo and suffer as he wagsufi'ering. lips. ' “Yes, Mrs. Disbrow, pgrhaps 1 wouldâ€" atleast, I “ill try it. It: 13 so very warm in here.” When at the close of the second act her husband had not yet returned to her, Mrs. Disbrow began to grow a little impatient, Mr. and Mrs. Morehead were talking to- gether earnestly, and not caring to disturb hvr father, she asked Mr. Brandon. who, after pacng up and down the cool corri- dor until the fever in his brain had some- what subsided, and resumed his seat by her side, if he would escort her to the Anthons’ box. But; the poor heart had yet more pain to suffer that night. “For I am afraid my husband has forgot- ten me, she murmuerd, “and I am veryanx- ions to see Mrs. Anthem" “Cnrtainly, I will go with you. Mr. Bran- don answered, “only, Mrs. Disbrow," I cannot go into the box, for I am not feeling well, I do not feel able to talk “nthâ€"stran- gers.” V Oh, the mockery of it! strangers, yet they were his wife and his twin brother ! He stood at the box door an instant after Mrs. Disbrow had gone in. he heard Arundel‘s musical voice and Muriel’s rippling laugh. It was terrible to stand there with only a door between him and the woman Who was bound to him by the most solemn of all earthly ties .; 3. Vi ild desire came upon him to rush in and strike Arundel down like a dog, to fold Muriel to his aching heart and claim her as his wife. Then suddenly he turned away, a great choking sob rising in his throatâ€"Muriel had never loved him, never, never, and she loved Arundcl, she was the mother of his child. It seemed to him as if the play would nev- er come to an end‘ that night, but at last the great green curtain descended, the large audience dispersed ; Russel lingered long enough 10 - see Arundel fold Muriel’s clouk tenderly about her figure, then, almost staggering, he wentout into the night air. Slowly {He words came- from the ashen p: "You must pardon me,” he murmured, when hisparty urged him to accompany them to Delmonico's to have supper. “I am not feeling_well: I must go home.” ‘ Hisuface, white washes, with heavy pur- ple shadows underneath his eyes, told plain- ly £13fo a wasirgdeed suflprigg. u R lssel Anthon managed to reach his room in the house where he boarded ; but he had only just crossed the threshold when the last remnant of his terribly lEried strength gave way, and he sank own, fainting for the first time in his life. After awhile he came to himself ; then he dragged himself to the bed, and lying there in the darkness he vowed that Muriel should never know that the father of her child was not her husband. “Tnku care of yoursenf, Brandon,” said Mr. JJ-uehead anxiously, “and unless you are u‘l right in the morning, don’t think of going ..uwn to the stere.” The next morning a strange longing came upon him to go by his former home to see it once more, now that it was brightagain with Muriel’s presence. He looked up at the window as he passed the house ; they were draped with snowy curtains just as they had been when he had lived there with Muriel ; Slowly he walked down the street. Sudden» ly there was a. short, glad bark at his side, a dog’s nose was thrust into his hand, and, looking down, he saw Leo. Involuntarin he laid one hand upon the dog‘s head. The beautiful animal gave another short bark, and putting his front aws upon his arm, tried to lick his face. 1&0 matter what the rest had done, Leo had not forgotten his master. ’ “Leo, Leo 1” As the well remembered voica rang out clearly. Russel turned. Muriel was stand- ing upon the stoop of her house, her soft hair ruffled by the wind. her blue cashmere morning-robe falling in graceful folds about her. J est as Russel had passed the house, she had stepped out upon the stoop, won- dering if the day would be a leasant one, and Leo had followed her. W hat was her astonishment when, instead of remaining quietly by her sideas was his usual custom, the dog suddenly dashed down the step and along the pavement until he reached a. lame stranger who was walking slowly and wearin along. Lee had never done such a. thing before in all the years Muriel had owned him, and she was reasonably greatly surprised. “Leo, come l” , Again she called to him, and patting the dog’s head Russel murmured, “Leo, you must go back to Muriel.” But the intelli ent animal only looked at him With an imp oring look in his great, ex- pressive eyes, still licking his hand, deaf to the call of his beloved mistress. “Leo, old boy; do you Know me !" he \vlgjspe‘red. _ The third time Muriel called ; this time ther_e was_ a rin_g_ of __a.nxiety in her voife. Thé'animal turned, looked after Russel’s retreating figure, then lifting his tawny bed, he gayef. long, mgmrnfiul hoyyl. ‘ “Leo, dear 013 fellow, y6u must go," said Russel, aorrowfully. “Go back, Leo, go back to Muriel!” And Russel, going about the street, rem< embered the day when half seriously, half in jest, he had asked Leo not to forget him. And the dog had not forgotten him ; the instincts of the animal had been truer than those of the woman who had called him husbandfind of one of the men who had call- ed him friend. ' Slowly the dog crept away from him up the steps, then when he had reached Muriel’s side he looked up into her face, his eyes filled with dumb entreaty. “What is the mat-War with you, Leo?” she said, laying her hand uPon him. “Come, we mus}: go ipto‘the hoqse: ' A d'ay in May. A fair, lovely day, the cloudless sky above the city was as blue, the golden sunshine as bright, as though it had been a day in June. It was between four and five o’clock in the afternoonâ€"the fashionable hour for drivingâ€"and the ave- nue was crowded with perfectly appointed carriages of every description rolling along on their way to the Park {not so much be- cause their occupants cared anything about the ParkTits smooth-shaver; lawns, its beds of bright flowers, its lakes, trees and statuary Tbut because in New York the Park is the fashionable place in which to drive. In front of a very handsore housesituated a few blocks below the Park, upon me some wide avenue which, this Sunshiny spring aft- ernoon was thronged with carriages, a dog- cart was standingâ€"a dog-cart as perfect in its way as it is possible for a dog-cart to be, with gleaming red wheels and a crest upon its polished sides. The horses were magni- ficent animals, jet black, their glossy coats and gold-mounted harness glistening in the sunshine, and they were shakieg their hand- some heads as though they did not at all approve of the idea of a-tanding ; beside them stood the groom, a look‘of complacency upon his face, as if he fully realized the im- portance of being part and parcel of such an aristocratic looking turnout. Upon the high front seat, holding the cream-colored reins closely in his gloved hands. sat the man who eighteen years before had sold his soul for a woman’s kiss, the man who had sinned against his God, his brother, and himselfâ€" irundel Anthon. Yes, eighteen years had passed since that June day when he had pressed his lips upon Muriel’s, and by that little act had renounc- ed his hopes of heaven ; he had lived eighteen years of intoxicating happiness of luxury and ease, and wrath of God had not fallen upon him, and yet . "Vengeance is nine saith the Lord.” Would the van eance of his Creator ever overtake Arun e1 An- thon ? Howéver sin may distort and disfigure the spiritual body, this thing is quite certain, it does not always affect; the natural one. On the contrary, Nsture seems to take a fiend- ish delight in clothing the horribly deformed soul in the most benutifu] flesh, just as we find the richest and brightest tmts in the flowers Whose juices are poison: and we all know that the deadliest serpents have the most exquisitely marked and mottled skins. Nothing in Arundel’s face or form betray- ed the fuel; that hia soul was deformefl and sin-blackened. You might; waJk from one end of Fifth Avenue to the other, and not me a man whose face was so strikingly CHAPTER. XIX. handsome, whose figure v as so stately and admirably proportioned, whose taut-ensemble waia more distinguished. The years eat so light’y upon him; the gray that was mingled with the dark brown of the wavy hair and- silky moustache onlyadded to the proud dig- nity of the high-bred face. There is an old saying, “The devil helps his own.” New, whether or no his Sstanic majesty do:s assist those who give them selves over into his hands, I do not pretend to say, but Certainly Arundel Anthon had been marvelloust successful through all the y‘ars that had elapsed since he had been false to every principle of truth and honour within him. He had doubled and trobled the fprtune that had been Russel's, he had given full scope to his natural powers and genius, had developed and perfected the abilities and talent with which nature had endowed him. Where others had lost, he had won ; where other men had been un- successful, he had been wonderfully suc- cessful. His business friends said of him, “He has as clear a. head, as much forethoght and far-sightedness as any man could have,“ and they saldtruly. That rare power of personal fascinatioh had served him well ; it had made him hosts of warm, true friendsâ€"friends Who were enthusiastic in their praise of him. His family relations were of the very happi- est, he had wealth to gratify every whim, however eXtravagant, the passionate love of the woman who was so dear to himâ€"would the day of reckoning ever come ! Five years before, Mr, Trowbridge, “ho was very proud of his son-in-law, had given him the lot on Fifth Avenue. It was one of those very lots of which he md thought and which he had hated to think of sacrific- ing, thatnight so many years ago when Russel had told him of his love for Muriel ; and upon that lot Arundel had built a. house which was absolutely perfect in its appoint- ments, whose furnishings and decomtions we_r_e exqpisite. He had never liked that other house. the house which had been Russei’s wedding present to Muriel, everything about it re- minded him of the brother whose name and place he had taken, and he was glad and thankful when it passed into the hands of strangers. As he sat there in his handsome dog-cart, the sunshine falling over him, he looked the personification of Wealth, ease and happiness ; the sky above his head was not more cloudless or serene than his face. ' Was he thinking,‘ do you ask, of another afternoon when the sunshine had fallen hot and bright upon the plains, and he had rid. den away. far in advance of the dark forms outlined so clear against the sky, leaving a dying man to die alone 1’ Not at all, he was thinking that his horses were looking re- markably well, andthat it was a perfect dad for driving. Suddenly the massive vestibule door swung open, down the stone steps came Muriel, looking so young and lovely in her carriage dress of sapphire blue silk and velvet that no one would have supposed she was a day over thirty. The years had dealt very lovingly with Muriel Anthon, the satin-like skin was as delicately tinted, the velvety eyes as lustrous, the coils of gleaming hair as thick and soft as they had been in her girlhood : this much Arnndel had done, he had made her perfectly happy, he had kept every shade of care and 1mm out of her life. A great tendernessbroke over his face new at sight, of her. Throwing down the reins he sprang down from his seat, and lifted her into the carriage, tucking in her dress, draw- ing the lap-robe over her, doing it all lovingâ€" 1y, tenderly, then resting himself besideher, he took up the reins, while the groom, leav- ing his place at the horses’ heads, climbed to his seat, and folding his arms sat with his back to his master, as motionless .as though he had been carved out of marble ; another instant and the handsome dog~carz was roll- ing swiftly along up the avenue. In one of the lace-draped windows of the second story a. girl was standing who watch- ed the dog-cart and its occupants until it was out of sight, watched it with eyes that were misty as though with unshed tears. “How dearly he loves mmnma,” she said to herself, while her wistful eyes wandered from the crowded avenue below her, up to the blue sky, that arched over the city. “I think he worsh ps her : to her he is always the same, always loving to me”-â€"-the small hands c'asped themselves together, the beautiqu lips quiveredpitifully, and great tears stood in the tender brown eyes and clung to the long lashes as Louie Anthon asked herself the question she had asked her- self somany times before. “Why is it papa has never, never loved h did seem hard to understdemN any 0110 Who was brought into (11in contact with her could help loving herâ€"she was so fair and sweet,th:s only child of Muri .21 Au- thon’s. She was just eighteen now, and in many respectawat very much What her mother had been at that age. She had the same petite, daintin rounded graceful figure, the same small, haughtin poised head, and masses of curly bronze gold hair ; but the low, broad, intelligent forehead, the beautiful, truthful, tender brown eyes, the expressive mouth with the tinge of hauteur about the sensitive lips, anl the firm chin -â€"theie were not Muliel’aâ€"no, no. Win- tome, loving, charming, full of generous impulse, sympathetic, true - hearted. there was more strength and firmness in Louie Anthon’s nature than she was herself aware of. , For a few moments she stood there in the window with that sorrowful look upon her face, wondering sadly why her handsome father hid always been so cold and indiffer- ent to her. It had always been so, as long as. she could remember ; he had never given her unasked a. single caress or kiss. When she was a. child, and used to run to meet him, he would put her aside coolly. Other girls had fathers who took an interest in themâ€"were proud of them ; he seemed to feel neither pride nor interest in her. And she had tr ed so hard to make him love her, and had been always so thoughtful of his comfort, so tenderly atfeusivecall to no purpose. “Is 1b because he loves mamma. so dear- ly that he has no love to spare even meâ€" his only child?" she t!“ ought, sorrowfully. "It seems to me God meant that love should deepen and broaden people’s hearts, making them more thoughtful and tender tor every one around them." 9n With a. little guivering sigh she sank down Into achair an took up the book she had been reading : but she only read a. few paragraphs. Then the lovely, wistful eye: strayed from the page up again to the clear, blue sky, and their owner was fast drifting Into 3‘ reverie, when there came a knock at the door. A sweet musical voice said, “May I come in, Louie ?" and, with a little exalamatinn of delight, Louie rose to meet a tall, graceful girl who came into the room. A great many people considered Aline Brentwood the most beautiful girl in her “set.” C rtainly she was very beautiful, whethegmost beautiful would be decided, of course, by aperson’x' dividual preference for light or dar’; beau , for Aline was a brunette of the most pronounced type. An oval face, with a warm olive complexion, masses of dusky hair growing 101v upon a broxd forehead, a mouth with a. short, curv- ed upper lip and a. full lower one, and rows of small, white, even teeth, and eyes that would have glorified any face : large, dark, and velvety they were, with long, thick curly lashes and delicately penciled brows. The eyes and mouth told plainly that there was a. depth of passion in the girls nature ; they told that love would be no trifling thing to Aline Brentwood, that it would make or mar her happiness for life. She was just above middle height, and the curves of theexquisitelyproportioned figure were rich almost to voluptneusness. Several of the re 31 mummies discovered last year at Deir-e -Ba.hsri were, it will be remembered, found gsrleuded WiLh flowers, these flowers being for the most part in won- derful preservation. M. Arthur Rhone, in a. recent letter to Le Temps, has described the extremely curious ways in which these gar- lands are woven. They consist of the petals and sepals of various flowers, detached from their stems, and enclosed each in a. folded leaf of either the Egyptian willow (Salim salsaj) or'the Mémumsops Kummel Bruce. The floral ornaments thus devised were then arranged in rows-the points beirg all set one wayâ€"and connected by means of a thread of date-leaf fibre woven in a kind of chain stitch. The whole resembles a. coarse "ed ing” of vegetable lace work. Among the owerathus preserved, are the bright blue blossom of the Delphinium orientalis,or larkspur‘; the blue lotus, or Nz/mphma. ce- rulwa :the white of Nymphcea lotus, with pink-tipped sepals ; the blossoms of the Sesbania dflgyptiaca, and the orange- hued flower of the Carthamua finctorius, or safliower, so largely employed as a dye by the ancient inhabitants of the Nile Valley. The dried fruit, mwell as the dried vellow blossom of the Acacia Nilotica. is likewise present ; and ~mention is also made of the- blossom of a species of water melon now ex- tinct. 'l he foregoing are all interwoven in the garlands in which the mummy of Am: enhotep I. was elaborately swathed. \Vith others of the royal mummies were found line detached specimens of ,both kinds of lotus, the blue and the white, with stems, blos- soms, and seed-pods complete. Still more interesting is it to learn that upon the mummy of the priest Nebsoohi, maternal grandfather of the King Pinotem l.,( twenty first dynasty,) there were found a. specimen of the lichen known to botanists as the Parmelia fmjfm‘acm. This plant is indi~ genons to the island of the Greek Archipe- lago, whence it must have been brought to Egypt at or before the period of the. Her- Hor dynasty, (1100 or 1200, 8.0.) Under the Arabic name of “Kheba.” it is sold by the native druggists in Cairo to this day. 1 These frail relics of many a, vanished Spring have been arranged for the L’oolak Museum 1 With exquisite skill by that eminent traVeI- l ler and botanist Dr. Schweinfurth. Classi- l fled, mounted, and, so to say, illustrated by modern examples of the same flowers and ‘ phnts,theyfillelevencn esâ€"acollectionabso j } lutely unique, and likely ever to remain so. ‘ The hues of these old world flowers are said 1 to be as brilliant as those of their modern ‘ prototypes; and, but for the labels which show them to be 3.000 years apart, no ordi: nary observer could distinguish between those which were buried with the Pharaohs and thos e which were gathered and dried only a. few months agoâ€"«Chambers’ Jour~ Mr. Farini is now exhibiting at the Royal Aquarium in London a strange hairy little creature named Krao. Krao is described as a very bright-looking, intelligent; girl of about 7 years of age. She Wis caught, ac- cording to the account given of her by Mr. Farini, in the forest near Laos, in south. eastern Asia, and brought to England by Mr. Carl Bock, a Norwegian. Hearing in various quarters of the existence of a race of hairy tailed men similar in appearance to is family kept at the court of Mandalay, he offered a reward for the capture of a speci- men. A man was caught, and with him the child now exhibited, and a. woman of similar appearance then allowed herself to be taken. When the little one attempted to wander her parents called her back with aplaintive cry, “Krs»o,” and the call has been adopted as her name. The father died at Laos of cholera, and the King refused to let the mother go ; but Mr. Bock succeeded in getting the child to, Ban kok, and‘ obs tained permission from theI ing of Siam to. take her to England. The eyes of the child are large, dark, and lustrous; the nose is flattened, the nostrils scarcely showing ;the cheeks are fat and pouch-like, the lower lip only rather thicker than is usual in Euro- peans : but the chief Seculiarity is the strong and abundant hair. n the head it is black, thick, and straight, and grows over the fore- head down to the heavy eyebrows, and is continued in Whisker-like locks down the cheeks. The rest of the face is covered with Mine, dark, downy hair, and the shoulders and arms have a covering of hairs from an 3 inch to an inch and a half long. 'There is, . it is said, a. slight lengthening of the lower i vertebrze, suggestive oflcaudal protuberance, and there are points in the muscular confer mation and otherwise which will provoke discussion. Krao has already picked up a few words of English. She is said to be of a. frank, affectionate disposition, and shows truly feminine delight in her clothes, jewel- lery, and ribbons. Mr. Farini exhibits her l as “.hc missing link.” ('20 ms CONTINUED.) Mummy Flowers. A “Missing Link.” ‘0’”!