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Sir William J esinoud was married, and a son and heir had been born unto him ; but in his lifetime the home afi Jeaxnond Dene My 'mother had married a clergyman, the Rev. Arthur Gordon, and I was their only child. They both died when I was a girl of thirteen, and my father’s sister, Annette Gordon, took charge of me. Sir William was at heart a miner. He loved money for its own sake, and the sight of it never failed to bring a smile to his hard mean face. Although my mother was his own and only sister, when she married he gave her no dowry. but very unwillingly made her a. prsent of a. few hundred pounds with an intimation that she must ask for no more. She never did : but in those days, when she deplored my uncle's meanness, she never thought that all his gold was accum- ulating for me. The Jeemonds of Jeamond Dene were a very old family, but at the time when my story begin: their number had neatly de- crmsed, They had died awayâ€"fathers, mo- thers, sistexs and brotherauntil there was no One left of the once numelous race ex- cept Sir Wilfiam, the owner and lord of J emu nd Dene, and his sister, my mother, Tereza J eemond. The will which gave me all this wealth wsa indisputably clear and simple, and had in it no flaw. My uncle 81: William Jea- mond bad but one son. Paul. who was his natural heir and successor. The blue heavens shone above me ; the yielding earth laughed beneath my feet; the air was full of the luscious odours of May, the went from the pine forest, the br ne from tte sea, and nearer to me come heaviv ly-laden gusts of perfume from lilac and magnolia. bleaeom. Iahall [ever forget the moment when. standing tn the green hill top, the shining. shimmering sea in the dis- tance, I reg stexed my vow to live for others and not for myself alone. This splendid fortune which had come so unexpectedly to me shculd not be spent on myself in lavish luxury, in gsieties, trivcli- ties, or senseless extruvagame. ThstI seri- ously resolved. Haaveu had given it to me, and I would do good with it and use it wise- ly. There should be no bitter abject poverty. no sickness should 0 unrelieved. there should be no want ofuducmion on my fair estate of Jesmond.’ I sould be queen and mother to my people. My heart wmmad to them yearned over them, as I s’ood and contemplatad how bounteously De. ue N3. cure haddeilt with the fruitful lan1s before me. No motherless children should weep on there fertile lands. My first undeitlkmg would be an orphanage, to be built down by the sea, yet so near Jeimond that I could vie t it every day. No old it ea or old wo- men should live hslfstsrving and die forlorn within the lmifs of my domain, h r I woull have almtouses that should yet be counter:- able homes. The sick should not lie neg- lected and helpless in the cottages that were mine, for I no 11d build a. large hospitil near the Village of MeadI where the air was clear and bracing. The children should have their schools and play grounds and educa‘ tion should be free to all. I would be queen and mother in a true and real sense to those whom Heaven had in a measure confiied to my charge. My heart and soul were fired with these resolves. I was not vain: but, looking back, I should imagine that my heart swelled at that moment with a sense of my own im- portancm On this large domain there were many tenants Pretty little farms nestled in the valleys, quaint old-fashioned homa- eteade dctted the mmdowa, the straggling little village of Mead was all mine, and I owned m'my houses in the town that lay nearest to the Hallâ€"Honton ; so that num- bers of men, women and ch11 lren were de- pendent cn me, many lives lay an it were in my hand ; and on this bright May morn- ing, when I stood on the hill hp, lcoking over my miniature kingdom. my heart and mind were full of gmd resolutions. Mineâ€"all minel Mine the grind sweep of meadowvland, green and fertile. looking likes sea of gold when the wind stirred the yellow butter cups! Mine the range of purple- tinted hills that lay in the distance, clothed with trees which had been the growth. of centuries l Mine the pine forest stretching down to the sea, with its rich aromatic od- ours, and its never ceasing music as. the wind swayed the heads of the slately_ pines l Mine the shady woods with their open glades, their leafy Cloisters, where the sun- light fell on the award, filtered, as it were, through the houghs of the interlacing trees, where the wilcl- flowers grew in lavishabund- onceâ€"a lovely verdant kingdom wherein the merry brown hares roamed at Will and the brighteyed squirrels leaped fearlessly from bough to bough 1 Mine the magnifi- cent gardens said to be the finest, the most extensive, and the best laid out in the country, with their wealth of ferneries, and greenhouses, fountains, and statuary! Mine the fine trout stream that ran through the wide domain I Mine the numberless little brooks that meandered along peacefully and found their way to the river Ploy, and were then swept on to mingle their waters with the ever restless cotanl Mine the grand old mansion called Jesmond Hall, one of the most ancient and picturesque houses in the country, a stately pile of gray stone stand- ing on the slope of a hill 1 Originally it had been a castle, held by one of the early Sax- on chiefs. It had changed hands many ‘ times. and had been added to, taken from, and altered until it became what it was now a confusion of architectural styles, in which the ori inal was almost obliterated by the later a ditions ; yet withal it was a pictur- esque home. The terraces and gardens had a gentle slope, and the deep swift river Floy ran at the foot of the hill ; and in the distance there was a g1 mgse of the blue waters of the seaâ€"for Jesmoud stood (n the [air coast of Hampshire. Mine the fine nld ruins, with their ivy-clad walls and Well- preserved keep l Mine all the wealth that had been boarded in hidden ccfi‘ers. the countless thousands that had been accumu- latinglor long yearsl Mine the diamonds and rare jewelsâ€"Jesmond heirlooms 1 Mine the picturesâ€"literally worth a king’s rsn~ somâ€"the fine (Id silver, the treasures of goli, of rare old china, of buhl, of jaspor, and of marqueterieâ€"ail that the old Hall contained was mineâ€"all mine! As I, Felicia Gordon. stood on the summit of the stzep grassy hill, everythingon which I gazed was my own, except the vast ex- panse of sea. which bounded my estate on the south. THE STORY OF MY LOVE. NELLO. CHAPTER I. All the novelty of my position had died away when the month of May came round. I might have been Miss Gordon of Jesmond Dene all my life, everything came so nature- nlly to me. I‘he tenants lxked and 1rustad me. the servants showed me absolute de- votion ; my buildings Were all in process ; my aunt and I were hsppv beyond words in the grand cld mansion. Our neighbors had called upon us; but it was too soon after Su‘ William's death for us to receive or pay visits. We were happy (nough without thatâ€"indeed the hours of the day were not suflisiently long for all the pleasant occu. patrons we found to engage us. Aunt Anne ette was as young at heart as I was myself and, when the moon was silven'ug the ripples of the see. it was no unusual thing for us to wander down to the shore and gaze in rapturous awe and delight at the ma- jestic scene before us. The May sun never shone on a. brighter fate than mine or on a lighter heart. It was true the shadow of death lay Over my new inheritance : but then I had seen my uncle only once, and that some years before. For the bright-faced handsome cousin dead in a. far-ofl'mud I had the deepest pity. and one of my first acts was to erect 1:) his memory a beautiful marble crossâ€"uni that mem- orial was always surmounted by fragrant flowers. “Mother and queen I” she repeated. “ I wish you health. strength, and wisdom to kegp to them." A smile cama over the kindly face of aunt Aunt Annette when I told her of resolves. I had been at Jesmond Dene, about three months, and had grown to love the pace and the people I had just begun to put my philanthropic “solutions int) shape, and my buildings were slowly rising beneath the hands of the many workmen engayed. The grand old mansion had been renovatedâ€" some of Sir William’s boarded thousands had been spent upon it â€"and the grounds anl gardens had been rescued from the weeds and long standing neglect. I had in- creased my staff ofservantsâ€"indeed every- thing was in the very perfection of orderâ€"J was unboundedly happy. I was to be happ- pier still, although the full light of the sun was hidden from me for the preaent. ‘ It was etrly in February when I came with anal: Annette to take possession of my new home. and it was the beginning of May when I made my resolve to live (or others and not for myself. were simple enough. He left everything he had in the worldâ€"land, houses, money, scrip, and sharesâ€"to his son Plul J eem and. If his son married and had issue, the prop- erty, was to descend intact to his eldest (on. IfPaul Jesmmd diei unmarried. it was to go without reserve to his niece Felicia Gor- don, the only child of Teresa. Gordon, his sister. It W“ to descend to her children if she married; if she did not, it pulled to some distant relatives to whom Sir William had always entertained a strong antipathy. That I was next of kin there was no doubt. Sir William was dead, Piul was dead ; Jesmond Dene, with its rich revenues, was mine. I was nearly twenty when this great Su- VVilliam was buried in due course ; and, when his will was read, it wan made clear that I. Felicia Gordon, wan sole heiress of all his wealth. The terms of the will The all Baronet haul never seemed to care much for either his wife or child, but that letter killed him. He had given his life. lns heart, his soul, to goldâ€"he had worshippad his accumulating wealth to the exclusion of everything else in life; yet he could not live on, knowing that his handsome. cere- leae. generous :01 had been snatched away in the bloom of early manhood, and he,â€" his fatherâ€"denied the consolation of one parting word or one last look at the face he loved. Lady Jesmond died when her son was nineteen, and after her death. Sir William bacame. if possible, a greater miser than ever, an‘l almost refused himself the necess- aries of life. None but the old servants bound by strong ties t) the family would tolente his meanness : even his son 'Paul could notendure it. He wanted to see the world. as he had alway desired, and. after many disputes and argumeris, Sir William purchased inr him a commission in the ~th Hus are. Three months after he joined the regiment it was ordered 05 to India, and Paul thankfully embraced the opportunity oi getting away trom the paternal roof and "seeing the world" at the same time. Five years passed, and there was little cummuniâ€" oition between bther and son. Sir Williams was a wretched, miserable life, and it ended as miserably as it had bcen spent. He was found dead in his chair, holding in his hand aletter written by Colonel Brownlow, of‘ the â€"th Hussars. telling him that his son Captain Paul Jesmond had died suddenly of a malignant fever without having had time to write him one word of farewell. It may be imagined therefore what a change it wu for meâ€"a penniles‘ Orphnnâ€" whenI became sole heiress of Sir \Villiam Jesmond of Jesmond Dene, his land, shares, untold gold, all mine. My life was spent quietly enough with my aunt Annette. She had a. small annuity, out of which she fed, o‘othed, and edncxted major I had not in the wide world one shil- Img of my own. And, 6f 3]] the memories of my girlhood that of my handsc me, gen =roua laughterlov- ing cousin stands out the brightest and the heat. How little I dreamed In those days thgt I should ever take his place! "I will make plenty of money. dear. My father tray keep his,” he‘ would answer che_erf_ully_. H "But Sir \Villiam 'w1'll never give us any money." I would remark, with a. keen conviction that nothing could be done with- outfit. was not a. bar py one. I went there once. Lady Jesmond had t-sked aunt Annette to bring me for the summer hr lideys, and I well remember the magnifictnt old house with its treasures. the gardens and groun is, the woods and the see. I remember Sir William. 3. tell spare man with a mean face 0nd small cunning eycs : I vividlv recollect Lady Jesmond. a faded elegant women, who seemed tome to be tired of life; but 1 re- member heat of all my handsome bright- faced cousin Paul. lwas thirteen years of age then, be five years older. He was very kind to me. and I loved him wita all the order of aohildish love. He was a young prince 3nd a veritable hero in my eyes. ' Cheer up, Felicia!" he would my to me twenty times a day. “I 311 going out to see the world. and. when I have seen it, I shall come home and marry you." CHAPTER II. my We stood silent before it. She did not even turn to me and say. ‘ That is my son." Looking at the pvtrait, I seemed to know byinstinot why he could not help his love of beauty, and why ‘women loved him as they looked upon him. It was a. handsome, even fascinating face. The kineg poise of the head, the well chiseled features. the dark straight brows, the keen dark eyes that seemed full of' pride And passionweyea that hadrin them the p)wer of controlling others ' The boudoir was an elegant room facing the West; a. soft light fell on the picture of the master of Dunroon, Lord Saxon I went with her. There was a strange wild heating at my heart. a. strange sense of something unusual. I felt more as though I were gomg to see a. living person than a. piojure, :After that w; pl'fd' a. visit to Dunroon. While aunt Annette talked to some visitors, Lxdy Sxxon, addressing me in a. low voice, saidâ€" “Come with me to my boudoir. My son's portrait hangs there, and I want you to see it." "My son is a dreamer of dreams," she told me one morning, when she had driven Over toJesmoni Dene. "Heis led astray by a passionate love of beauty. He detects love- lincss where others see none. The curve of an arm, the graceful arch of a. neck. the beauty of adnrk straight brow, delight him. H sis, in fact, one of those people, half art- ist, half genius, who ‘onn hear a. lexf fall.’ D) you know all that that phrase means?" “I can inngine it," I replied. “My am has a. theory that the world can be set straight by a right understanding of beauty, and by a. proper cultivation of it. He is a. dreamer in a world of stem reality, and some day or oth¢r I am sorely afraid his dreams will bring him bitter sorrow. If he would but marry!" “That would perhaps cure him of dream- ing.” I said laughingly. "My husbund," she said, “was a staunch Conservative, yet I do not believe that my son knows the difference between a. \Vnig and a. Tory. My husbani never allowed one foot of timber to be out down on his es- tatemy son writes always about the preserv- ation of pictures. But he is so good that I ought to be ashamed to grum‘JIe at his one great failing.” I ventured to tuggest that all noblemeu need not have the same tastes; but she was dissatisfied because her son frittered away his time and his opportunities upon art in- stead of cultivating the ordinary life of an Engl'sh nobleman. "If he were but more like other men,’ she would say, with a sigh, "if he had am- bition. I should not care at what be aimed. He thinka more of a, broken statue than of a. seat in Parliament. An old picture has a greater charm for him than any wordly hon- ors. Music, painting. and eculpture are the three things he loves best; and he is in Eng- liah noblemm, master of a. large estate, and head of a. grand old race!” So in happaned that I thought a great deal uni formed a. very high opinion of Lord Saxon because his mather talked to me in‘ cesqancly and almost always in puise of him. “Hue you ever dimmed how beautiful a man’s face can be?”she asked me. "Imagine one that is dark. proudl tender. and imper ions, drawing the hearts at all women who look upon itâ€"s face that seems always raised to the skies and hardly to sea the lowly earth. That is my son. He is like thst. I have seen woznen watch for the gleam of his eyes, for his smiles, for tha words from his lips; but he did nut see them. He sees the stars that illumine the skies, but he does not see the daisies that grow in the fields. When you come to Dunroon, I will show you his pmrait. and when you see his face you will understmd batter." Lady Ssxon was still a handsome well- preserved woman, with a penchant for ric‘1 dresses ani coatly furs, diamonds and price- less lacs. I had heard others sav that her son was “art mad.” He had now been five years from home. during which time his mother had livei at Dunroon, and bad man aged everything for him. Indeed it was often said that but for his mother's c intinu- a] menticn of him Lord Saxon would have been forgotten on his own estate. My aunt and I both liked Lady Ssxon, and I often listened pitiently by the hour while she ex- pmtiated upon the virtues of her darling son He wen the handsomest, the dearest, the best. There was no face, no voice like his. The only flsw in his otherwise perfect char- acter was that he would loitnr in Italy in- stead of coming home. “ I do not mean that," she interrupted hastily. “Of course my son is the represent- ative of the Suons. What I intended to say was that it seems strange we shonid both have the care of house and estate. My son is away in Italy, and I do know when he will return." Here she looked st me with sudden emotion in h r face. “My son is more than the whole world to me," she went on. "He is the very core of my heart, the very light of my eyes. The world is shadow to me but he stands out clear and distinct. It )5 the great pain of my life that he lives away from me, that he seems to love art better than nature, Italy better than Englan‘i. I cannot understand it ; but it is no.” 'Tne ‘Jesmonds and the S§xons have been friends for many generations," she said: "they have loved and inter-married. It seems strange that you and Iâ€"you a young woman and I an old oneâ€"should be the sole representatives of two such ancient families." "B It you have a non," I remnkedâ€"for I had heard much of Inrd Saxon. When we had been sonm time at quoDd Dane, Lady Saxon called upon us, and was pleased from the first .moment she saw me to take qrmt intareat m me, In the same green county, on the shcra of the name shining sea, stood an old mansion celled anrcon. It we! larger than Jes mond Dene, though not quite no pictures one; still there were not many finer old plncea than Dunrnon. The great (a Lture of it was the river Dom, which ran through the grounds. From the hill-ton I could see the tall towers and turrets of D mroon the ancestral home of the Saxom. It is a hard thing for :1 girl to tell her own love-story as 1 have to tell mineâ€"to ted of the dream that came to me 1). fore I knew then my fair inheritance was to be the scene of a tragedyâ€"to disclcss the benutiful love dream that. came to me as the revelation of a. newer, brighter, higher life than any 1 had yet known. change of fortune came to me, but still a. girl in lightness of heart, in want of knowledge of the World an 1 its waysâ€"a girl, with all a girl's fresh innocent love of fun and frolic. I had had no lover; my heart was fresh and untouched. The purchase of slaves continues at the value of £5 or £6 each. When they are not bought they are obtained in the following manner; An article is laid apparently out of the way, but Within reach 0: the negro, who steals it at once, and being taken in “fl;- grante delictu, " becomes at once a slave. If he is 3 person of importance, and is claimed by hi relatives or by the chiefs of the vill- age to which he belongs, he is sometimes given up in exchange for two or three sub- stitutes who become slaves in their village, and are put'jn chains and made to work un- der the lush and rod. Therefore, should any government seriously wish to correct or avoid any further slavery and secure free trade, in order that the Congo should again be productive to commere. as it was ten or fifteen years ago, reforms must he made in the abuser mentioned aboveâ€"[Correspond- ence Boston Budget. The dwellings of the Burmese are built on small wood or bamboo posts; of bamboo met walls; roofs of palm leaves, or dried grass; own house has a. front versudsh, cloud only at the ends, if at all; the door from one to three feet from the ground. mode of rough boards or of bamboos. Then the main or sleeping room is from four to six feet higher than the vernndnb, with its floor from seven to ten feet ab we the ground. The veranda is the plao i of cooking, eating, visiting, buy- ing and selling. But you would look in vain for stove, oven, fireplace, or chimney. A bed of earth, or ashes, in one end of the veranda, is the centre of the kitchen; a large j 31' of water, two 0:- three small earth- ern pots for cooking, one for rice and the other for some kind of curry, are ususlly sufficient; a. water dipp:r, nude of coconut shell,n wooden ladle for the rice pot, a. bnad wooden platter in which to put the rice when cooked, and around which the family squat to eat, with one or two brass or iron spoons for the curry, with perhaps two or three earthern dishes, cmstitute the fur- niture of thekitchen. Teblet, chairs, spoons, knives, forks, cups and saucers. etc., were not seen among them. To shufli i and man- ipulate a dozen and one articles that csn't be eaten in order 10 get a. simple meal into one's mouth is a. min dis lay and an endless hindrance; at least, so a. airman would say. ‘ A young Burman left his jungle home t) fol- } low an English otfieer; when he returned he ‘ entertained the astonished household with a. description of the Englishman’s tableâ€"its dimensions, splerdid spread, rich china, plated and glassware. cutlery, eto., and the beautiful chairs. The old mother asked, “and do they eat all these things?" "0 no, of course not," replied the young mm “Well, then. what's the good of it all?" was the old lady's poser. The Armless Artict of Antwerp. In Antwerp the only one of these mechan icel artists who has gained more thanja bare subsistence is “Felix.” a man born without hands or arms, but who uses his feet instead, and With such dexterity that he paints three pictures while the every day young man whom nature has in no way distinguished lnrely gets through two of the same size. Ncedleas to say, Felix finds customers while both pictures than his nmiin unsold at lower pricei. There are too many, espe- ciallyof the ton rist crder,who infiullely pre- fer a poor copy of the “Ducent of the Crass,” regarding which they can say: You see that picture! Painted by who do you call ’emâ€"I forget the navre~some great gun of sprinter; Well, sir. this copy was painted by a man named Felixâ€"3 rellow without any armsâ€"he done it, every inch ol it, sir, with his feet. I seen him to work on it my- self in one of them everlasting galleries. I don’t remember which one, they‘re all alike to me. I don‘t take so much stock to paiht- ings, you know, but, by Giorgel thafifellow can do as gooda picture with his feet as those big paintzrs they make such a fuss over could do with their hands, and, as far as I can see. one's just as good as another. My daughter don’t think so, but you kno av she's been to one of these here schools in N aw York. She don't take in stock in anything less its 600 or 700 years old in the way of a picture. It suits me, though. Yes, sir, painted it with his feet. I seen him do it." And so Felix, the armless artist of Antwerp, has through his affliction made enough mon‘ ey to purchase the house he lives in, and he could, if report be true, retire from his labors and live upon his income, while the Letter artist, his neighbor, in no way difl'er- ing from the average brother in respect to legs and arms, starves under the shadows of the Sacred Tragedy! 110w Slaves are Made on the Congo. "I am blunted,” I said to myself. And even as the lace seemed to be photographed on my brain. so the name rang like musno in my ears, "er10, Nello)” ‘ The birds sang it. .L‘ _:_.I ~,L,, . fl ___5 .v. th'e wind wmapéred it, and I [hugged a: my strange fancies. 'I had seen no face like the one hefon me. I had not believed that nature was so lavish in the bestowal of her richex upon mortal man. I went home haunted by Lord Smon’s portrait. If I looked at the western sky where the great rosy clouds were gathered, it was there; if I looked along the married rows of dark pine trees, it was there; when the moon shone out at night, and I walked down to see it glittering on the sea, the face was there. It came to me in the starlight, in my dreams, in the mys of the sun. I saw it in the chalice of the white lilies and the hearts of the red roses. “Ab, then 1" 11‘s mother echoed, with a gi8.“: Why did I stand there with fast belting heart and flushed face? Why did my hands tremble? Why did those dark tender eyes flash into mine as it were? I turned to her ladyshlp. “What is your son's nzme?" I asked. "Lionel," she answered, smiling: “but at home he was always called ‘Nullo.’ " Again I relapsed into silence. "His face is full of power," said his moth- er proudly. “Ya,” I answered, with mac luscious pro- phecy; “but the powar is Iment. It will not develop yet. He must dream out his dreams. and thenâ€"-” â€"the simply mouth, combining the firm- ness of a. man With the tenderness of 9. WO- manâ€"the face altogether was one that; seen either In a picture or in real life must haunt you for ever. The eyes looked into mine a! I stood silently marvelling at the beauty portrayed on the canvass. - ‘THM: is my am,” said Lsdy Smon, after we had gamd for some time upon the strangeâ€" lyigcinaijQ picture. Burmese Housekeeping. (TO BE CONTINUED) U BUBINEIB OOLLEGEJAROADE, YONG-E BT.. TORONTO Fiuut rooms in Amerion‘ Pneu- culln ovary deputment. 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Starting with the claim now zensrsliy be- lieved by the most scientific men that the disease is due to the presence of living parasites in the tissues. Mr. Dlx- on at once adapted his cure to their extermination ; this accomplished the catarrh is practically cured. and the permanency is un- questioned. as cures eifected by him four years ago are cures still. No one else has ever at- tempted to cure catarrh in this manner, and no other treatment has ever cured catarrh The application at the remedy is simple and can be time at home. and the resent season of the year is the most favoregle for a speedy and permanent cure. the majorit of cases being cured at one treatment Su erers should cor- respond with Messrs. A. H. DIXON & SON, 305 King street West. Toronto, Canada. and enclose temp for their treatise on catarrh.â€"M¢mtreal S as..- New York is the greatest city in the world for cranks. They thrive there‘ In Paris they ate snubbed, except when they write for the pipe“, when they are 1‘0 ifi- ed; in Lmdon they are suapeoted yhe police; in Irelani they are shot; i St. Petersburg they are buried in S bsria. ad in Boston they become C "10 ‘ird phi] one-fie" early in life, and devote themaelve l to study until they become too cultural for earth. when they die or come to New York. The craoki who are restrained in other cities of the world flmk here by common impulse. The police do net interf. r3 with their schemes, the public enuoumge them, and the newspapers treat them as legitimate sen- Fations. Only one thing is peeltively known of the Mn nge New York crank. and that is that he eventually dies a violent death. The cummonplace 01‘ka are not of so much im- portance as men who just border upon crankiness, or who have maniaa of sufliiient originality to entitle them to distinction.â€" [Exchange HRENOLOGYTExImKT’IEEfs GWEN BY WALLACE Mummy. 362 Yonge at. Toronto. \Eds. 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