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“Yes. my dear! ls it not dreadful? A fishermeu's daughterâ€"an uncivilized creature who runs about the beach half dressed. On, it is true ! Angus showed me askelch he had made of her, and she had neither shoes nor stockings, and only a little red cap on her head, and he as- sured me that. was her usual style of cos- fume " “ Nothing else ? ” “Really, Marion "â€"and Mrs. Man-lot frowned impatientlyâ€"“you know quite well what I mean 1 I thin k you mlght. sympathize with, instead of sneermg at, my trouble. Angus has grieved and dis appointed me often enough ny his odd ways ; but he never did th's before. ” U ‘ - - ‘ 1L -_L:,.: L” 'rrv--â€"â€"-â€" if r o ways ; but he never did th‘s before. ” Mrs. Marriott put her handkrrchief to her eyes and leaned back 1n her easy chair with a deep sigh; then, suddenly remembering than the bumvna at :he back of her gown would seriouuly injure her handsome velvet, mantle, drew herself up with a jark and looked sharply at her oonnpamon. . - 57 LL» Lnn:n'\:nr\r Itrwas a very hot day in ihe beginning of August, and in Mrs. Oskley'a premy drawibg~rnom the sun» blinds were care- fully drawn over the windows, and the flowers locked drooping and parched under the sun's burning rays. Mrs. Oxkley herself, however, lying back in her low chair, dressed in a cream- colored gown of Indian silk and lace, with a. bunch of crimson roses fas’ened artistically on her left shoulder, looked deliciously cool and comfort ble, and 9. great contrast to her visitor, whose face was flushed with heat and anger. She had a. feather fan in her hand, which she swayed slowly backwards and forwards before her face, and she scarcely took the trouble‘co raise the heavy white lids which drooped over her blue eyes as she answered 2â€"â€" “ This could not well happen more than once or twice you know. auntie dear. Oh, perhaps he is only joking, it may not. be true I Angus never could be such a fool " “Angus is fool enough for anything‘“ Angus a irate mother retortzd. “ And you know how obstinate he i: when he takes anything into his head! 011, he whill marry her! This is no doubt of t at l ” Again Mrs. Martiut sighed deeply. A sudden spark. which was half amuatment, half anger. flashed for a mnmeut into Mrs. Oakley’s eyes, and her little white fingers closed viciously round her fan. “I: ibâ€"the wedding I meanâ€"â€" to be soon '1” she asked lazily. “ In the autumn, he says “ Not till autumn ? 0h, lots of thingé may happen befme then ; I would not; trouble about it, if I were you 1" Mrs. Oakley answered languidly. “ She may die, or pick up another sweetheart, or Angus may be led to see the enm- of his waysâ€"a hundred and fifty things ” “ can take it easily eimugh,iab all events," Mrs. Marries said in a dcepiy nggriiged tone}. n" . 1-m V 7:" h bfi-V‘Vhy not? What difference will it make to me 'I"â€"and Mrs. Oakley elevated her ryehmws in calm surprlae. “ Nut much. 1 suppose ; still, consider- Mrs Oakley impajient. " Dear aunt, how canyon expect be lrutically interested m anynning day like this, with the thermoma‘ eigh‘y in the shad ’3" ale reuxrtx (1 am ver; 5 -rry ;bm, I really don 1: set- I can do. lf Argus is bent on ma] fool of himself, 1 can't. pnvent him la old enough to manage: his nun rf “ You have great. mflu‘hée with Angus You always had when you ware boy am girl together, and he thinks 3: much u There had been a. time in her lifeâ€"not so very many years ago, though it seemed like a lifetime when she looked backâ€" when the cousinly election which Angus had always felt for her seemed likely to change and deepen into a. warmer feeling. She was a penniless girl then, a depend- ent on her aunt’s bounty, and Mrs. Msr- riot had been terribly alarmed at her son’s devotion, and had done her best to separ ete the two. But she need not have been “Gnuldn’t you, Marion Man-int Iouked searchineg you.” “ Yes, an influence you dl‘ destroy.” Mrs. Oakley sand, voice. Mrs. Marriot coloze« passed the remark over in ai “And if you convince hxm of 1 marriage would 11 it might do ac] “ And if you had to talk to him, to convince him of the disa lrousefl'em a low marriage would have on his career, surely it might do scme good 1 1 should lik 1 him to marry ; but he cannot affordâ€"he positively cannot afford to marry Without money,” Mrs. Marriot went on solemnly. “ My remunslr LDC!) would not be of any use ; if Angus has once decided on any course of action, nothing will move him." Mrs. Oakley answered carelessly. “ It is equally impossible to coax or bully him into submission. No; your only plan ” â€"â€"and she hesitated a momentâ€"“ is to see the git .” “ See the girl i” What do you mean '3" “ I mean that, if she is the sort vf per- son you describe "â€"and there was un- bounded contempt in the low clear voice â€"â€"-“ I dare say she might be bought ofl‘, or something arranged." W RECKED. AN OCEAIEOMANCE. CHAI TER III. “ But how can I see her? You don’t expect me, in my delicate state of health, to go to that out of the way place, 1 eup- pose '3 Really, Marlon, you are 1500 pro- vokingl" There Were real tearsâ€"tears of anger and vexationâ€"thia time in Mrs. Marriob'a eyes. Mrs. Oakley was silent. A thoughtful look had settled ovar her face, and her red lips were closed in a firm line. locked I: m anynmng an a e thermomntur at are renortxd. “l ally don'taen what bent on making a prrvent him ! He {6 his man :~{falrs.” rion ‘l"â€" and Mrs. nulv at her nime. you Expect me to n anynning 011 a alf amuse (1, ha at. ainbly; b when he 0h, he doubt of nr be Manned : Mum“ race of women wl losr. fur love. Sh a. fashion; ban 9‘ aside calmly em Six weeks haci passed since Marriot'e departure ; but the time had not seemed long to Olive. how could it, when ever before her eyes the ehinging vision of the future roee. when in each ripple of the waves, each sigh of the wind. she seemed to hear the echo of her lover‘s vow of constancy? Madameâ€"who missed Angns'e _visita as cheerful dndl from chilahbndâ€" ther before her. mother's sakeâ€"n mother's sakeâ€"used to ulgh and shake her head as she watched Olive dreaming over her work with that happy far-off look in her eyes. The old woman crooning an old ditty as she went about the house, which Olive unconsciously caught up, and would sometimes find herself singing. and QQSEiE‘ElEcié'héréelr, with a “nath of derision. She could well afford to smile at the ominous ditty, it. was no unlikely to prove true. To think that she would ever be called upon to take back the precious gift of her love which she had given so freely and ungmdginglyl So. firm in her be- nuu “Ilsa-Au .u . lief in her own 33d her iover’s constancy}, she hoped and waited patiently till the three months of prqbatim} ghoulti be over éfihvvtixemféll frhition of her hopes be realized. “Old Dan’l will make his fortune," Dick said to Oiive one morning, when, as usual. she had gone down to the beach to watch the unlading of the fishing-bums, Dick‘s work was finished and he was standing by her side, tall and stalwart, with his picturerque brown face and bright eyes “ Annthvr strangerâ€"a lady this timeâ€"'aMrs. Oakleyâ€"came last evening " A“ A lady! What brought her here? Is she a friend of Mr. Dacre's ‘I ” Olive Is she a. friend of Mr. Dacre’s ’1 " Olive wondered carelessly. “ Maybeâ€"now I'neve! thought 0' that I What a cute little lass you are '. “â€"â€"and Dick‘s tcne expressed great admiration of his cnusin's superior sagacity. “ Ih is likely Enough. Seeâ€"here she comes." He lowered his voice and glanced over his shoulder as he finished the words; and Olive, raising her eyes. saw a. fall lithe figure approaching. Mrs. Oakley was perfectly dressed in her favorite colorsâ€"pale blue and creamâ€"with a. broad hat. casting shadows nn her blue eyes and the rings of pale gold hair which clustered round her forehead. Very graceful and beautiful she looked as she picked her way daintin among the pools of sea water and heaps of es-weed, and Olive loaked at her with frank admiration. “How pretty she is! What a. sweet face ! ” she said softly. Mrs. Oakley looked at the cousins curi- ously as she approached. “Can this be Angus’s sweetheart?” she wondered. with a. quick blush, born of fear and anger. flashing into her face. There was the serge dress, the little red csp which sat so ccquettishly 0n the plaits of sheeny hair ; but there all resem- blance to the wild peasant girl whom Mrs. Mai-riot had described to her ended. This was no peasant girl, no village- beauty, whose pink and white charms had lured Angus from his allegiance, but: a gracious stately woman whom any man might be proud to win. With an effort, she steadied her voice and forced a smile to her lips as she quickened her steps and advanced towards Olive, who wssstanding alone, Dick havlng walked away and rejoined the rest of the fishermen, and held out her hand. “ Surely I am not mistakenâ€"You are Olive Neelson’l ” she' said sweetlv. w “ Olive looked much surprised. “Yes, that is my name; I am Olive Neelson,” she answered. i‘ I am staying at Lynda, "â€"and Mrs. Quick Quick 3'31; Will take your gifts again thawâ€"long frost, iov‘lonz min; passed since Marriot'e - - - - I of seatweed; and frank admiration. ! What a. sweet Mal-riot named a little seaside town a. few mllea distant frum Holroydâ€"“ and, as I was so near, I could not resist the temp- tation of runnlng over to Holroyd and making your acquaintance. I have heard so much about. you from Angus that I was quite anxioué to see on." “ And now that you ave seen me 2 " â€"anu Olive threw back her pretty head, and colored, half with pride, half with embarraaament, under Mrs. Oakley’a searching ey etaL V T _4._ J- Bwnl yum-.5 V v “ Now bhetI have seen you, I may de- plore, but I can no longer wonder at Angus’s infatuation." Mrs. Oekley en- swered quickly. “ We were all a little disappointedâ€"you won't) mind me saying so, will you 7â€"when we first heard of the engagement. Angus and I were like brother and sister, you must know; we were brought. up together till I married ; end we have always been so anxiousâ€"my husband and Iâ€"theb Angus should marry well." Olive Ecolored againâ€"a little angrily this time. “ la Angus well-have you seen him lately 7 ” she asked proudly. “Last week. No, he is not looking very well; he works too hard, I am afraid," Mrs. Oakley answered, with a gentle sigh. “ And, 01 course, now, with the )rospect of an increased expenditure he will feel bound to strain every nerve to increase his income! But have you not heard from him lately? " “ No." Olive’s r ark eyes looked down Meadin into Mrs. Oakley's fair face. “ Has he not told. you the terms of what he calls our engagement? When he first. asked me to be his wife. we had known each other such a short time that I would not consent to any definiu engabemenb. I asked him to wait three months. and during those months we were neither to see not write to each other ; but if, after that, we were still in the same mind "â€"- and the girl's voice quivered a. lit'le as she spokeâ€"“we were to be really en. gaged." - "7L4; _ ._..__ 0â€"3" How wine you were 1 What a derful knowledge of human nature: " How wise you were 1 What 9. won- derful knowledge of human natureâ€"man’s nature, at all events, you showed 1 ” Mrs. Oakley looked at Oiive with acermin pityinq admiration on her face. “Yes, I quite understand, Angus is romantic and susceptible. Ho man you here, and saw your beauty and rcfi iement height;- ened by your coarse surroundings, and he fancied he had found his ideal woman at. last. And really I cannot wonder at or blame hlmâ€"now Ihave seen you." Ollve'a lips tightened into a firm line, and a look of pain flashed across her face; but she answered in a resolutely quiet. voiscâ€" “ Yes, 1 thiuk it was the wisest; plan ; as It is, there Is no harm doneâ€"we are both perfectly free. Are you going to stay long at Lynde '1” 'I I r -_ _:LL “ Oh, no; only a. few days ! I am with some friends,” Mrs. Oakley answered hurriedly. “ I came here last night. just to have a peep an you. and l inwnd ra- turnirg to Lynde this evening or to- marrow.” “ You will spend the remainder of the day with us. 1 hope?"011ve said gran ciously, and Mrs Oakley accepted the in- vitation readily. After all. things were not so bad as she haul feared, the thought, as she fol- lowed Olive up the steep path which led to the cottage. The hours which followed were inexpremibly long and dreary to Olive. She took Mrs. Orkley to her home, where madam, always charmed to see strangers, received her with ado- lighted welcome. and was loud in her praises afterwards of the fair Visitor's grace of manner and charming toilette. Olive was very silent all that evening, very pleased when the visit was ended; madame chattercd incessantly about the stranger, whose short visit had broken up the monotony of life so pleasantly ; and Olive sat by the window aoparently busy with some Work, and said a word or two mechanically now and then. and was, oh, so thankful when bed-time came, and she could be alone with her sad thoughts, her doubts, her perplexities ! 0b, was it trueâ€"â€"this which Mrs. Oak- ley had hinted? Was Angus repentingâ€" was he wesrying of her slready? The girl tormented herself with vain conjec- tures as she lay awake in her bed and listened to the low moan of the waves breaking over the distant rocks. Had this gleam of happiness come suddenly into her life only to die as suddenly-â€" “ Quick joy, quick pain"? Old Mar- gery's ditty seemed to ring in her ears llke a weird prophecy. Was it true, and had she really given her love only to take it back againâ€"crushed and spoiled and valueless'l "Mrs. Oakley, I am going to ask you a question,” she said quietly next after- noon, as they sat under the shadow of the rocks watching the rippling light aanoing on the blue water ; “ and I want you to answer it truly. for Angns’s sake. Do you think ”-she hesitated an instant, and her clear volce faltered a littleâ€" “ that he repents his promiseâ€"that he would like to be free again 2 " Mrs. Oakley started, and the faint-tint in her cheeks deepened ever so slightly. “ My dear child, what an odd question 1 Why do you ask me? How can 1 tell ’I ” she answered evasively. “You know him wellâ€"you know his mode of life, the world and the people among whom he lives," Olive went on steadily “ Now tell meâ€"don’t think of me, don’t shrink from speaking your real opinion out of consideration for any fancied pain to me ; but speak the truth. Would it be for his ultimate advantage angiihapgixge-ns to marry_a girl like I am ’1" Mre. Oakley returned the steady look ‘ as steadily, and with a gleam of triumph l in her blue eyes. “ You want. my real opinion ’1 Well, I will give it then,” she answered with cold disblnctness. “ It would be, to my mind, at least, utter ruin for Angus to marry a girl without money, or position. or any power to help him on in his career. He is cleverâ€"very clever. He has it in him to do great things iF he had time and means ; but, failing these, I fear he will sink down into a mere literary hackâ€"a mere struggler for daily bread! And I have seen so many lives ruined. so many promising careers blighted by imprudent or early marriages that. I cannot help ‘ trembling for my cousin. There~ I have ‘ pained you l ” and sheflplaced her white fingers gently on her arm. “ Forgive me, desr ; but. you asked for the truth, and the truth is rarely plea-ant to heaz." “ Very rarely,” Olive assented quietly. “ And you think that heâ€" Angusâ€"shares or is beginning to share onu‘r opinion ? " “ He never said so ; but I fancy "â€"md Mas. Oakley hesitated. “ It was some- thing in a letter he wrote to me some little time ago which caused me to think so ; but I may be mistaken. You shall read it and judge for yourself.” Mae tookda. letter from her pocket as she spoke, and placed it in the girl's hand. Olive took it and bent her head over it in silence. She could not see to read at first, for there was such a. thick mist before her eyes ; bur. by-and hy the words came out clearly enough. as clearly as if they had been written in letters of fire. “ Upon that other subject, dear Marion, concerning which you were kind enough to express an interest, I would rather not touch. If I made a mistakeâ€"and I am half inclined now to think soâ€"it is too late to rectify it. I made it with my eyes open, and as I have given my word and cannot in honor draw back. I must abide the consequence of my folly." That was all ; but it was quite enough for poor Olive. How could she know that the words referred to a. literary appointâ€" ment which Angue had accepted, and afterwards repented accepting ;they could bear but one interpretation in her eyes. S.lently she folded the letter, replaced it it In the envelope, and gave it back to Mrs. Oakley. “ Oh, no, you must not I "â€"aud a look in whlch there was mmething Li compunction, but more of sudden alarm, crossed Mrs. Oskley'a face. “ He would never forgive me. He would say it was my doing, that I had no right to inter- fereâ€"no right to show you that le;ter. He would not: seeâ€"or, lf he did, he would not acknowles ge it-â€"men are so obstinate VufiVTilfiIJk'yvouâ€"Jhax is enough. 1 wiil write to Angus," she said very_quiet1y. uuu nvnuuwuvusv Alt * mu.- ...v -v -~_V____ â€"that it was fur your own goodâ€"hi; equally with yoursâ€"that I did it." 1- ,LA“ “1"”: 777 . “You need not be afraidâ€"he shall never know from me,” Olive answered proudly. The mist had quite cleared from her eyes now; they looked down into Mrs. Oakley’s nretty agitated face full of a great calmness and sadness. “ See," she said, putting her hand gently on the other’s arm, “I will say to you what I never acknowledged to any one beforeâ€"not to Angusâ€"not even to my- self. I love him with all my heart and soulâ€"I love him so well that I dread to think of what my life will now be without hlm ; but, just because I do love him so well, I am strong enough to let him go in silence. I can bear to know that he will think me fickle and inconsistentâ€"any- thing rather than that my love should bring harm to him." (TO BE CONTINUED). llorse Maxims. Never allow any one to tickle your horse in the stable The animal only feels the torment, and does not under- stand the joke. Vicious habits are easi- ly brought on. Let the horse's litter be dry and clean underneath as well as on top. Standing on hlt, {\«rmented manure makes the hoofs not: and brings on lameness. Change the litter partially in some parts and entirely in others every mom- Ing ; brush out and clean the stall thoroughly. To procure a. good coat on your horse, use plenty of rubbing and brushing. Plenty of “elbow grease” opens the pores softens the skin, and promotes the gener- al health. Use the curry-comb lightly. When used roughly its is a source of great pain. Let the heels be well-brushed out every night. Dirt, if allowed to cake in, causes grease and sore heels. W'hen a. horse comes ofl‘ a. journey, the first thing is walk him about. till he is cool, if he is brought in hot. This pre- vents him from taking cold. Whenever a horse is washed, never leave him till he is rubbed quite dry. He will probaby get a chill if neglected. Let his legs be well rubbed by the hand. Nothing so soon removes strain. It also detects thorn: or splinters, soothes the animal and enables him to feel com- fortable. Let the home have some exercise every day ; otherwise he will be liable to fever or bad feet. Let your horse stand loose, if possible, without being tied up to the manger. Pain and weariness from a continued posi- tion induce bad habits and cause swollen feet and other disorders. Look at. the animal's legs and feet. Disease or wounds in these parts, if at all neglected soon become dangerous. The mother of Mrs. Thomas Foran of Fairfield, N,Y., enjoys excellent health, although 106 years of age. She never eats more than one meal a day. She danced ah the wedding of a granddaughter five years ago. DYNAMITE FOR Tm: 1511mm. Conuuunlsln from l'nrls Somllng )llsslol nrlcs In "no Somlun. For sometime lt has been noticed that great activity has prevailed among the dynamite element in Paris. Secret meet- ings have been frequently held, and dele- gates have quietly come and gone, from America. and elsewhere. These meetings have been noticed in the London press, whose Paris correspondents have explain- ed the activity of the dynamiters as I preparation for a congress shortly to be held in that city for the purpose of bringing about a union between the ad- vocates of “scientific warfare” and the old Fenian organization. “The real cause of the unusual stir among the dy- namite war party who have made Paris their headquarters,” said a dynamiter yesterday, “has not been the assembling of an impossible congress. but the adop- tion of means to assist El Mehdi in the destruction of the British force in Africa. It has been learned from a secret but re- liable source that certain individuals, ‘ skilled in the use of explosives and who have seen military service in Europe and America, have left Paris already and are now on their way T0 'IHE SOUDAN. It is laid that the suggestion originated with Henri Rochefort, through whose Services “3. 321‘s conduct” was obtained for the missionaries. It will be remem- hered that when J. J. O’Kelly was Lent Eervmes "a. save conuuc: was common for the missionaries. It will be remem- bered that when J. J. O’Kelly was Lent out by the London Daily News after the death of O'Donovan with Hicks Pasha/s army, Rochefort procured for him let:- ters securing him a safe conduct to the camp of the Mehdi. The letters were procured from an Arab resident in Paris, who edits a. little paper, publiehed in Arabic and English, and which is distrl- buted among the leading Moslems in sevilral cities of the Levant 0'Kelly,. pzoceeded on his way to join the Mehdi, and would have succeeded, but that Clif- ford Lloyd, learning his inten'ion, inter- cepted him and held him a. prisoner. Be- sides, it is certain that Oliver Pain, the Communist. and other Europeans, known to Rocheforb and his friend, and are at present in El Mehdi’s service, The ob- ject of the missionaries will be man Digna's men smashed the British square and turned for s. time the English defence into an utter rout? And have not the Arabs almost every time they attacked the invader iince, taken the much-belauded British square, hitherto deemed invincible 7 While some of the missionaries will strike direct for the Mehdi’s camp, others will praceed to join Osman Digna, nesr Suskim. Some difli- culty may be encountered in reaching El Mahdi, but there will be no trouble in reaching the camp of Osman Digna. In- deed, it is through Osman Digna's terri- tory. and not by way of Cairo, that the missionaries purpose going. They do not believe in Wolseley’s NINETEEN HUNDRED-MILE STRATEGY. “And now, as the fall of Khartoum, with all its arms and military stores, will place an abundance of resources in the hands of the Mehdi, the Paris Council deem it all the more necessary to des- patch a. few experienced and daring in- dividuals to the aid of the Arab chief. A i certain number of miss 0 lBl‘lEfl were to ‘ be sent from America, and it has leaked out that arrangements have been made with the Bordeaux, Transatlantic and an Italian line of steamers for the transpor- tation of a number of individuals. under fictitious names, to the ports of Marseil- les and Han-e, whence they will be conâ€" veyed by the Messages Maritime Com- pany to some point on the Red sea. coast." The story told of the torture of a. sea- man on board the American ship, Chap- man, from San Francisco to Liverpool, exceeds in atrocities the bleed-culdling tales of oppression and mutiny in “ The Wreck of the Groavenor,” by William Clark Russell. Jansen was often knocked down by the second mate and boatswain. He was kicked times without number. After his usubl watch of two hours. he was Im- mediately assigned to another watch. He was sick and made to work. The mate would butt his head in J anson s face ; pulled him along the deck by hls mous- tache, shut him no in a. dark room with the corpses of two sailors ;wheu Ilck from his ill treatment he dragged him on deck, “ if hr died for it ; ” and finally, when he fell asleep from exhaustion and ill-treat- ment during his watch, the mate tied him up in a bag and hung him head down- wards for two hours. At the end of that. time J :71an was found unconscious and the mate 0rd ered the boatawain to restore him by “ rubbing him down with a. brick.” Happily death relieved him from further torture. If the testimony given by three or four of the hands on board is half true, there ought to be some system to prevent hu- man beings from subjection to such savages, or such savages from having any power over human beings. After the horses and calves are kindly cared for, a society for the prevention of cruelty to sailors might have a chance. them at night Cruelty Sea.