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y0u patience to hear ihefiory 2". .7 . . Frank was too kind-heated 170' what was the truth. that hi- held W Eh con fused and dizzy, and that he could but im- perfectly fullow the detanlgof any story told to him that night : so he merely murmyred a vague assent, and SirGeorge, who 11er his head in the palm of his hand and meditative- ly sinked the p udent ends of his long gray “Of course, you think me an old foolâ€"- don't take the trouble to deny that, my good fellow; but you don't yet know what Anita is, or how our marriage came about. Hays you patience to hear thefiory 2". | 5" Hov7v ferveEtly Frank echoed that wish I How much pain that courage would have spared him! But he only smiled. and his uncle went on, in the same embarrassed fashionâ€" The first keen pang win phat ; there was very little bitterness in his heart now : but a growing terror had taken its place. That the cruel change in his proep‘uta would make any change in Eesie he never for a. moment thought. ;£ I fiiwould Mr. Vernsrsay? ‘rank'ih-fli‘: u heima in- ed the man’s cold gray eyes and rose ute lips when he should hear that big ‘ture son‘in law was a poor and proapectle mm. " Frank”â€"Sir George cleared his throat with a nervous effort. and drew his chair a little nearer to the tableâ€""ydu‘have behav- ed wry generously, my degv’vboy; and, though I cannot thank you now, I shall npt forget this day's work. I wish to Heaven} had found the courage to tell you two or three years ago 1" S r Georgi; was more than pleased with the words ; buthe midqno immediate mm- ment upon Em, only Ii'odged his gray he‘d once or twiéé, and s' pad his claret in a meditative fuhionyw ' Funk stared out in?) the moonlit sYlendour of the night. with eyes that were ful of troubled thought, and saw unthing of what they gazed upon so infen'lv. “ He in a. noble little fellow." Frank said cordiady, and almost without an effort, whcn, leading her small so 7 '" the band, Lady de Walden had left fin and the two men were alone. “it e De Walden, though he has all his mother’s beauty." “ You think her beautiful then 2” Frank smiled. »' " As to that there can be no two opinions. Her face is perfect, and she is as charming in manner as in face." S r Geo-gt lnoked ridiantly acâ€"osn at the pair, and, rum-mug his smile, Frank really target that he had any trouble on his mind. He was not surprised as the others were; he had a real love for and sympathy With children, and knewtthat in turn be possess- ed a magnetic attraction If” ' them ; but this last conquest pleased hiin’ “‘9. special fashion. " Georgie is nofifl WMeinq people," Anita said apologétically, and Frank smiled and held out both hands as be answered, in a tone of easy confidenceâ€" “But Gzorzie will came to me.” The child looked doubtfully from under his soft fair curls. but the doubt lasted for a tecond only ; then he ran over frankly to the stranger’s aide, lifted his cherub face for the stranger's kiss, and, a minute or so later, had climbed upon the stranger‘s knee, and, with a plate of fruit before him, was chatter- ing away in his broken baby fashion as though to an old friend. "Come here, George." said his father; the child ran over to Lady de W’alden’s side, and, resting his fair curly head against her shoulder, stood watching the stringer witdh big blue eye: that were atonce shy and bol . “I am glad to hear if, for I am anxious to make my )Oung cousin's acquamtmce," Frank anew ered promptly ; and, as he spoke, the door opened, and the “young cousin " came into the room. “Another introduction f(; you. Flank. We always have Master Georgie in at this time.” So things ' :éasih‘ily enough until, just as tre ai‘fgplaccd upon the table and t r; : WfE-re preparing to withdraw, S ’ Ge ' h‘met “hi! wife‘s eyes, and turned to the young man with rather a nervous smile. Flrtunately the summons to dinner put an end to the embarrassing interview. and. despite his troubles ard perplexities, Frank found himsle enjoymg a. really agreeable meal. Both Sir George and his young wife felt that they owe‘d something to the young man who had home his ill-fortune thh so gallant a grabe, and both exerted themselves to the uttermogt to gothim honor. and make hi5? f9? 8 WE! forget- “ Thank you, my boy 1" Sir George's voice was a. luttle husky, and the hand that rested on Frank's shoulder was hardly so steady as it might have been, but the glanm- his uncle gave him almost repaid the young man for the effort he had made. “ Your nephew, certainly,” fie SA?! héarti- ly. “and, I hope, alwayl your true and faithful friend. »~ "My nephew then. is it nqt!” she said. with her pretty foreign int, ition and an appealing upward glance ; an , though the amarting sting of ma cruel disappointment of course remained, Frank felt all bitterness die then and there out of his thoughts. (1 ‘7 She was above tli’e ordinrary height of wo- men. and looked taller still in her lmg straight dress of creamy white, with features delicately straight and large serious eyes of areal violet hue. She had twisted closely about her small noble head a mess of golden hair that waved and glitterad and seemed from every silken tendn’l to reflect the light ; her mouth was small and beautifully curved, with the downward droop that gave it in repose a. rather song 1 1995'; but when, as now, she smiled, i Aefpfe‘s’li ' was wm deriull) sweet. Yesâ€"even with Esther Verner's lovely face freshly present to his lover fancy, he owned that at once as he gazed with a thrill of admiring wonder upon the girl who had ruined all his hopes and perhaps blighted his life. His first sensation was one ol in- tense surprise, for, when his uncle spoke of his wife an an Italian. he had promptly imagined a handsome girl of the dusky. flashing-eyed, and raven-haired type; but here he gazad n on a radiant fairness thst almost dazzled im, on a. face that was al- most angelic in its gentle purity.» » “ Anita, this in my nephew, Frank de Walden." . ' A slender figure rose from the pile of cush- lons in the centre of the great flmer-filled room, a ahnpely hand was extended, WM: 3 sort of timid gracioutness, and Frank found himself confronting the most beautiful girl heihad ever seen, His Uncle7s Heir. CHAPTER III. ance in " W6“, I may cut my story shorthrmk. Salvieti was not hard to co evince. Perhaps my money dazzled him, for he was very, very poor; but he was a simple-hcarted affectionate-natured mm, broken in health and oppressed with the one great dread that he might be taken away, and his daughter left without a friend or protector in the world. It is no wonder that the safe shelter I offered proved an irresistible temptation, or that he spared no [nine to bring Anita to his views. v -.-....v.v Jvu vnu nun-xv; 1 am old, and so anlikely to win the love of a beautiful young girl thatI do not. even amk it; I ask only to be allowed t; make her hapvy, to rescue hu' from her cousin and the lixing tomb of a nun.’ “ ‘ You have,’ I said. the truth that 1 had sworn to hide for ever forced to my lips at last. ‘ You can give her to me.’ " ' To you,’ he echoed coo!usadlyâ€"‘ to you 1 You are jesting. signer. orâ€"â€"' " ‘ I am speaking plain and simple truth. I love your daughter, as well perhaps as My younger man could love her, and can give her at least as much as the convent has to 0391'. I know every objection you can make; I nu. AI. A 1 “ ‘ And can you bear to think of Anita. as a nun, a pale ghostly creature gliding like a. shadow through the world to which she in united by no human ties 2' I cried, trying to keep every sign of indignation down. but with only indifferent success, I suppose, for Satvinti eyed me with more attention as he answ'e'rrgi gravglyâ€" “ ‘Is itvrot b'e'tter to give her to Heaven than to Giuseppe Lmi? And I have no other choice.’ " I shivered at the sorrowful determina~ tion of his tone. There was something ter- rible in the calmness with which he devoted his bemtiful child to the living defltu of conventual life “ ‘ No, 'deEd 1’ he said angrily. ‘The lad is hard and cruel and wicked, and in her gentle heart my child detests and fears him; but he is her only relative, her mother's sister’s child, and she cannot bear to break with him wholly.’ “ ‘ They are not betrothed then 2" " ‘Tne saints forbid l’ the old man answer- ed, with a shudder. ‘I would rather see Anita in her grave than in Giuseppe Lani’e power, though in his mad fashion he wor- ships her. an'l he has solemnly sworn, they tell me. that sooner or later she shall be his wife. Heaven help my child when I am no longer here to protect her! There will be but one refuge for her then. " ‘ And that isâ€"â€"’ “ ‘ The convent She b8! but a slender portion to bring with her; but the holy mother and the good nuns have known Anita from her babvhood, and love her well ; they Will take her, I know.’ “ ‘ Because her con-lain is also her lover?’ I asked. with a coolness that surprised my- self ; and I am sure Salviati never guessed how wildly my hesrt was beating.’ u n ‘7, “ He listened arxiouslz and with a. dark- ening brow to my story of the evening's scene, and interrupted me once or twice with an angry exc‘amation ; but he sighed wearily when my tale was done, and paced the nanow little rcom with a pitifully help less 103k. “ ‘It was her cousin Giuseppe. without doubt.” he muttered uneasily. 'And my poor Anita will nevgr complginrl' 7 " The sight impressed me disagreeably. I knew the childish excitability of the peeple among whom I dWelt, knew how sl-ght a cause might send such a, man as this into a. foaming frenzy of indignation that might as quickly pass away ; but there had been something murderous in that threatening look. I could not shake off the remembrance, try as I would. “Moreover, who could that familiar, if unfriendly, visitor he? Had I interrupted a lovexs’ quarrel? If so, then Anita. had a. loverâ€"was perhaps betrothed ; the thought stung me as sharply as the cut of a whip I resolved t) know the worst, and hid the whole puzzle and perplexity of my thoughts below Doctor S.a1viati that night. ‘i‘ One evening I found Anita) sobbing wildly in the little hillside garden, and, though I entreated her to tell me the cause of her grief, she refused with a vehemence very foreign to her gentle nature, and darted into the house. As she did so, I chanced to look back and saw a fine-looking yourg man descending the precipimus path between the olivertrees with reckless haste As he redch- ed the curve of the mid. he turned to glare vengefully back at the house. and I saw that hie handsome 501$th faca was distorted with rage. " Why do you not laugh, Frank 2 I llughed myself, I can tell you, and, calling my pride and sense of the ridiculous to my aid, strenuously combated the idea of yield- ing 1:: such an infatuated fancy. And I really think I should have conquered, and left the place with my secret snll unfold-â€" left Anita to think of me only as a. old g4 n tlemsn deeply grateful for her care, but that fate itself declared against me and forced me to yield. “ Well, the delirious fancy pageed as the fever abated, and my reason came back. I knew that Anlts Salviati was neither saint nor angel, only a good and beautiful girl to whom even more than to her father I owed perhaps my life. But I know much more than this, and the knowledge filled me with such scorn for myself as I am sure you can- not feel for me, Frank. I knew that I, who had cared nothing for women in the spring time of my life, who had shunned them in my maturity, and bed in little thought of ever marrying as of ever being hanged, had now in my sober age fallen head ovar ears in love with this beautiful Italian child. “ Her father was a doctor, a. dreamy, bookish old fr llow, who lived in a little fish- ing-villagk where I had the good fortune to be laid up with a r-mart attack of the local fever and ague. I do not think I was ever in any real danger, or that old Silviati treat- ed me with any special skill ; but I do know that h‘s daughter nursed me with the moat absolu e devotion and tender care, and that, whtn I saw that sweet serious lace, with its look of angelic pity, through the feverish mists that hung about me, I thought the Madonna in the old vi'lage church had stepped down from her century-old frame to soothe and comfort and heal me._ moustache, was quite content with this tn- cauraqement. the beautiful girrlgace, that shy “1â€"1 am afraid you will find the tank you undertake no easy one," he said, With a. faint smile. "Mr. Vernerisâ€"” “A man who, through my instrumentali- ty, has been deceived. whose hopes I have mused in an unjustifiable fashionâ€"therefore a. man who has every claim upon my for- bearance," Sir George finished grandly. “You need not think my temper will {all me, Flank, even if I do have to listen to a few hard words. I shall let Mr. Verner's indignation ('xhaust itself. and then, as he calm: down, appeal to him, as a. sensible Flank tugged thoughtfully at his mous- tache, and tried in a quick fancy sketch to bring the interview before him, and bring it to a. satisfactory conclusion But in this latter attempt at least he utterly failed; even had there been no illusion to destroy, no painful revelation to make. SinGeorge de Walden and Constantine Verner were men so diametrically opposite that he could not imagine them coalescing. “By no means. air,” Frank answered, rousing himself at nine, aud speaking with unmistnkeable earlxeumess and sincerity. “I think it more than possible that. Mr. Vemer would listen with something like decent civility to you. To meâ€"â€"in the first flush of his indignationâ€"he certainly would not." ' “Ver? well then, I will fly my luck. to mou'OW." 'It was echoed by one from Sir George's. The latter pushed his glass away, and said in {disappointed toneâ€" “I nee-y'ou do not approve my propcsition. You think by interfering I should only make matters worse.” Frank had laughed carelaaaly at the pom~ pnuu words then; but they came back sharp- 1y to hxa memory now, and the pang they cost him wrung a. little weary sigh from his lips. "I should not care much abOut him, Es- sie; I prefer Frank an be is. Any clever 1e1- low, wxlh luck and working-powers, mny mount the woolsack; but it takes some can- turies to givea man an historic name and such afine old ivyâ€"grown hen-image as De Walden Court." Mr. Verner laughed at the grotebque sug- qeatiou as he looked down at the lovely up turned face and rattled the sovereign: com- fortany m his trousers pocket ; but he ans wexed It seriously all the same _ ” Why, pupa," she cried, opening her big eyes widely, and shaking back the dusky perfumed love-locks that clustered about her pretty head, “you talk as though we were only 10 live for and at Da Walden 1 Funk does not reign there you, you know; and, even when he does, he will still have his profession. How would you like a Lord Chuncelhr for a son~in-luw l" It was only the other day, the young mm remembered bitterly, that Essie herself had called her father to account for this curious peculiarity of his. Fr'ank did not amwer immediately; he knew that for him to try to explain matters to Mr. Verner while the latter still smarted under the shock of an immmse disappoint- ment would be only to court arebufl‘. If Essie’s father had never said in so many plain words that he gave his daughter to the future Lord of De Walden Court, he had at le sst let his feeling he very clearly under- stood. The young man recalled, with a painful little flush, the eager interest with which be had studied the De \Valdeu pe ii- gree and computed the De \Valdeu acres, the fancy pictures he had drawn of pretty Essie. installed as Lady Bountiful and mis- tress of the quaint old Manor House. He never for an instant seemed to think that his son-iu-law’s life could be in any way in fluenced by his profession. “I think the best thing, in the circum- stances, will be for me to see Mr. Vemer and tell him exactly how matters stand,” Sir George said hesitatingly. “What do you say. Frank? You know your future father in-law’a peculiarities better than I can guess them." Frank’s face flushed; and he drew his chair back into the shadow. unwilling that his uncle should see all the pain and trouble it revealed. in the village regretted tEé oung despérado much; I am quite sure did not. But enough of him. L91: us talk of your prospects now." “ He was rather a shadowy character, Frank. I never saw him but that once. It seems he went to sea. that night, and whether he was drowned or so disgusted with the place that he did not choose to return no- body knows; the only certain thing is that Porto Rico saw him no more. I am sure that for the first few months of our marriage Anita lived in a constant terror that her father fully shared ; but of course that died out at last. I do not suppose that any one Frank laughed, and answered lightlyâ€" " You twut my words, air; but finish your story. Signor S11viatl in desd, you and Lsdy de W'aldeu are happyâ€"I want all the characters dispased of. What became of Giunfppe Lani T" head “ Be whollv generous, Frank," he said almost wistfully. “ I know I hive acted like a. fool and a coward; but do not tell me so very plainly that you share that know- Sir George laid his hand upon the young mtn’s shoulder with to kindly and entreating preaiure. “That surely should have hastenei the declaration,” poor Frank said. a little bitter- ly, recalling with a fresh twinge of pain all that that foolish unnecessary mystery meant to him. home detth boy.m “ No reason at all,” Sir George answered, twisting his gray moustachealittle ruefully; “ only December's usual craven fear of look- ing absurd beside his blooming Muy; but I can hardly tell you how thing drifted on. First I wished Aui‘a to [cum to ope-k Eng- lish before I brought her to her English msrriage, air; having so linlo renon to 'hide in .7" ' Slr George inuséd and sip ed his wine thoughtfully, and Frank wntc ed him with a curious smile, half sympathetic, half amused. It was so strange to think of his old uncle being in love, to listen to the story of those ante-dxluvian hopes and fears. that he hulf forgot how deeply it concerned him- self. Then suddenly, with a. sharp sting of pain, memory woke, and he Asked abrupt- 1yâ€"_ “ ‘ Make her happy. signer,’ poor old Salviati said below his breath. " I promised with grateful fervour that I would. and I think, Heaven helping me, the/1f I_have kept my_word_." A sweat eyes upraised themselves to mine with an innocent childish trust. ‘lqe “ But why ‘dlq you Bog announce yogr Géérge smiled, and shook his gray then cam; Salviati’a illness "And to say nothing of the birth of our Mr. R. H. Scott, President of the Royal Meteorological Society, London. has com- piled some interesting notes on the histo of the thermometer. The name of the actual inventor of the instrument is unknown, and the earliest mention of it as a. scientific ap- pliance, then fifty years old, was in a work by Dr. R Fludd, published in 1638. As to the instrument as it now exists, Robert Hooker suggested the use of the freezing point, Halley the boiling point, and the sub- stitution of mercury for spirit. and Newton blood heat. Fahrenheit, although a Ger man by birth. was a protege of James I.. and died In England. Reaumur's thermo- meter in its final form owes its Origin to Do Luc ; and although the centigrade ther- mometer is almost univenally attributed to Celsius. it was really invinted by Linnaeus. Uelsius’ instrument had its scale the reverse way. the boiling goint being 0° and the freizing point 100 . Lmis in the American Asaociéiiofiivgâ€" govt; doing so well this year as it did last, when its salary was not so highâ€"St. Lam's Critic. Tne poorest paid club in the American Association to-day is the L’misvrlle. Nearly all were frightene‘l into signing $1,000 con- tracts. This gsve the players no money to spend for whiskey, or something worse, and sssresult they are in first else: fix end pilesying first-class hall. The New York ague team of last year, which was called “The $40,000 Gilt-edge Nine." made the poorest kind of s recoru for itself, the time of the players being mostly taken up in spending their salaries, instead of training and getting in trim to- play. The Chicago nine of this year,perhaps the highest salaried nine in the Le‘uzue, seems to be follmving in in the rut of last year’s New York Club, and the high-ashried nine which represents St. r ens"- .' ' ‘ ' ‘ ,u A George \Vright owns quite an establish- ment in Boston, and Harry \Vright. now managing the Philsdelphia Club, is also doing well, but neither have more wealth than they know what to do with. Of the St. Louis players Dunlap of the Unions is the most solid man, while Gleason of the American team owns the house he lives in, and is pretty well fixed financially. George Strief ownes a neat home in Cleveland, and Letham is another thrifty and well-to- do player. But these men are about all there are of the present and of the old rank and file who are even well-to-do. Of course others have made money in the business, but they did not belong to the old ranks. Lew Simmons, for example, knew but little about base ball until about three years ago, when he, Sharsig, and Mason organized the Athletic Club and the trio since that time have c’eared between $200,000 and $300 000 on the venture. Theirs was the greatest success, financially, ever scored in the base ball world. Frank did not answer; but his amila was eloquent enough. He had 11') (‘oubt of Er aie‘u periections, no fear that his uncle would fail to recognise them at first sight. “No doubt; but you have raised my ex- pectations rather high, you must admit: and. if I find her anything short of price- tion in female form. I shall not think her worthy of your eulogium, or, indeed, of my nephew Frank." “You need not doubt her; she is an angel of pp_aelfiabnesu, air." "How much I have made you suffer in these twenty-four hours of suspensel” Sir George suid, resting his hand wnth an ear- nest kind tenure on hxs nephew‘s arm. “But is wilfbo ever when I see you again, and your ha piness will be assured on a firmer Md sa er basis thsn it has had yet. I do not. will not doubt of my success, and you must not doubt it either; in fact, my greatest anxiety is nowâ€"Miss Essie her- self." S‘r (‘ rge was so evidently delighted with and cofident in the success of his plan that Funk had not the heart to put forward any further objection: besides, it WAS so easy and pleasant to catch the infection of the old man’s hope, to believe and think that, where no muchâ€"the happiness of his whole life, thought the poor young loverâ€"was at stake. all must go well. “Well, you will do your best, I know, sir; and, when your interview with Mr. Verner is over, provided that it does not end in s. qume â€"" “Al I promise you it shall not," Sir George broke in lightly. “Well, when your amicable conference is at an endâ€"what "\Vhy, then you will nee Elsie," the younq fellow nnlwered, with abroken laugh; “and thexLyon will understand.” then man of the world, to H reaqorlfxble propmition." 9n MONEY IN BASE BALL. The Thennnmeter. (TO BE CONTINUE]: _to Listen to a. just and A Swiss doctor, who had at Monaco and had vainly means of returning home, suicide. 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