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THE WEDDING BELLS. The soft, pathetic music ceases, and Clara, still sitting at the piano, covers her face with her hands, Hard as Sir Grant's silence has been hitherto, now it is doubly difficult to preserveâ€"he can guess so well what she is thinking of, for What she is grieving; and his heart sends out a wild, bitter cry of love, and yearning, and re‘ morse, and bitterness, which he can hardly repress, and he longs with an almost uncon- querable longing to take her in his arms and kiss away the tears which {all through her fingers on to the still, white ivory keys on which her fingers had strayed. But Clara's weakness is of short duration; she dashes away her tears, and rises with a look on her face which shows that she has learned to snfler and be strong. Hardly has she risen than the door opens, and a servant ushers in a gentla'man, who approaches Clara hur- riedly, apparently making apologies for his late intrusion. He is a handsome, slender, dark man, who, from his manner and quick gestieulatlon, is a foreigner, while his dress and appearance are distinguished, and the latter extremely prepossessing ; while Sir Grant notices that in his manner toward Clara there is an amount :of empressement and devotion, which he does not attempt to conceal, and which brings a burning jealousy into the heart of the unseen spectator. But Clara does not approach the Window. She looks at her watch with a weary little mowment of her head, as if she were very tired ; then she goes over to the piano, and, sitting down, puts her hands softly on the keys ; and with a sudden, shsrp pang Grant Ellison hears the notes of the song he sang to her on that last night in Londonâ€"“ In the Gleaming.” . She plays the air softly, but she does not sing the words. She dares not trust her voice ; but the simple, pmthetic air reaches Grant as he stands without, and his lips quiver as he recalls the words : " ‘In the gloamlng, 0, my darling, Think not bitterly of me, Though I passed sway in silence, Left you lonely. sot. youfree, For my heart was crashed with longingâ€" tht had been could never be, It was best to leave you thus. deuâ€" Bast {or you and best for me; It was best to leave you thusâ€"â€" Best for you and best (or me.’ ' CHAPTER XXIX. GRANT 'vnTNEssns A PROPOSAL. Grant draws back _a little, ‘fearing that Clara may be caming to the window; and though he would give much to touch the little handâ€"to hear her Vuice utter his nameâ€"he will not let her know that he is so near. His love is almost an insult to her purity now, he thinks, bitterly, as he shrinks back on the snow covered balconyI feeling neither the bitterness ef the wind nor see- ing the street behind with its gas lamps, it: rolling carriages, its crowds of hurrying passera-by, turning night into day, as they hastened on to the Bal de 6‘ Opera. The new comer is apparently on his way to the opera, for he wears a. domino of [m- perlal blue, a handsome costume of rich as.- tin, which speaks of wealth, and it becomes him well. Clara receives him with a smile, but does not; ask him to alt down, for both remain finding, and the light of the chandelier falls full on both facesâ€"on the pale, stand- fast, sorrnwful girl’s face, on the impassion- ed, dark face and brillimt, speaking eyes of her companion. The words they utter do not reach Sir ‘ Grant, as he stands without in the cold and bitter night ; but from his manner it is evi- dent that he his pleading with her for some- thing, and pleading with an earnestness which leaves no doubt of his sincerity. The girl's face is pale, moved, and startled, and Grant sees that the little hand is trembling. Once or twice she makes a gesture which seems to entreet him to stop, but he goes on earnestly, passionately, and Sir Grant has no difficulty in guessing the mesning of the burning words which [all from his lips ; and standing there, a sickening, dead- ly pain oppresses him. This man also loves her, and he is yaung, handsome, and noble. looking. May it not be that he will win her '3 For a momentthe puin of that thought turns Grant sick; the next, the selfishness is conqaered, and says softly )to himself, “ If she is happy, that is all I ask." Then he turns from the :wlndow with a feeling that he ought not to watch that in- terview, and is [about to leave the bslcony when his lovejor Clara conquers all samples, and he resume}; his first position. He turns :9 her palmly, Land says :some- thing in a. grave, earnest manner, and Clan puts out her hand to him with a sad smile. He stoops his head over her hand touches It with his lips, and the next moment he is gone - v 1 ,J LI,,,,_iI,L :_._ They arestiilstsnding to etherjn the light of the chandelier, but glare. is speaking now, and her fair young face is very itliul and grave. Whatever she says to h 111 he hears without interruption ; then, as she ceases to speak, he turns from her with a despairing gesture, and there is a silence, which he is the first to break. a Clem stands in deep, sad thought for a few mimutes ; then she, too, leaves the room, and It seems as If a sudden blackness and darkness have fallen 11pm Slr Grant, as, after waiting a few moments to see if she would return, he goes back to his own sit- ting-room. Iii; is midnight when he enters the room, but there are no symptomspf cessation in the noise and bustle of the streets ; and, as he paces up and down in deep thought, the loud voices and laughter, and rolling wheels, and trampling horses, reach him through the open windows. Presently a thought strikes him ; he will go to the Bal de l’ Opera and to see the woman who stands between him and happinessâ€"the woman when life makes the misery of his own. He will have no difficulty in obtaining a domino, for he knows Paris well, and he does not care what the disguise is, so that it is a good one ; so he goes downstairs, calls the first fiacre, and is driven to the Passage des Pan- oramas, which he leave afew mimut's later disguised in a black satin domino and mask fha ball is a. brilliant one and a. crowded one, full of mad, reckless gayety which is the able! characteristic of these fates. Dominoes of all ooloxs, sizes, and nalitles. I‘i rzc'e, t’da‘de’re, ?"p‘ a: tide- TELLING HER FORTUNE By the Author of “Pnovxn. on Now Paovnn!’ on, 1hr; supper room was a handsome, rose- hung chamber, with glittering crystal and silver, andLevery delicacy in and out of sea- son which could be desired ; and as Adelaide Cheaterâ€"I cannot bear to give her her right name and titleâ€"sat there, glancing from one to another with sparkling eyes and frequent smiles, aha felt the intoxication of all their adulation and homage, and thought that life without pleasureâ€"such pleasure 1-â€" would not be worth having. The conversation was witty and brilliant, for those around her were men of culture and position, all ready to bow down at the shrine of the fairest woman'in all Parisâ€"of the woman whom men gezsd at with a sud- den. giddy admiration, as they passed her in the streetâ€"of the woman whose brilliance and fascination were unequalledâ€"the wo- man who in her youth had won Grant Elli- son’s passionate loveâ€"who had darkened and blighted the best years of his life ; who had triedâ€"vainly, thank Heavenâ€"to tempt him from his honor and truth; who stood now be- tween him and happiness. The night wore on; laughter and mirth reigned supreme ; bright eyes grew brighter, gay laughter rang yet more gayly, when sud- denly, with a sound which was audible over all the mirth, and gayety, and song, arose a terrible cryâ€"a cry which struck terror to the hearts of these who heardâ€"s. cry of “Fire 1” That night, in another hotel, not a stone’s throw from the roof that covered Clara Frlth sleeping quietly with the tears she had shed still glicterlng on her long lashes, Adelaide Chester sat at the head of a supperâ€"table, round which were gathered some l~alf-dczsn men, “lairds of high degree,” all more or less captivated by her matchlees beauty 3an grace. ‘ 1 IN THE HOSPITAL. It was the evening of the following day; the snow was falling heavily, the wind was blowing, fierce gusts, which made ablinding shower of the thick white flakes, in the cafes the gas wes burning gayly; from the restsu‘ rents the diners were filing out laughing and gesticuleting, and going into the cafes to have their coffee; the theatres were just opening their doors ; the stream of life flow- ed on gayiy, as it does in Paris, no matter who may be su‘fl'ering,or dying. or torn wiah grief ; while in a room in the Hotel Dleu a woman who had been a. queen of beauty twelve short hours before lay dying. throng the corridors and the staircases; bright eyes gleam through the black masks, jewda flash, light laughter and gay voices are around him on every side, as he wanders to and fro, a tall stately, solitary figure in that gay, glittering crowd. It is difficult to guess at any one under their disguises, and Sir Grant gives up the idea of discover- ing :his wife, and his about to leave the Opera, when his ear catches a few words spoken in English by a domino passing by him, also leaving the ball. He recognizes the slow, metallic voice at once, and turns. It comes from a woman who is leaning on the arm of a man wearing a magnificent costume of a Knight Templar, Wh'le his companion is draped in rosehued satin, with a quanti- ty of black lace about it. She is laughing g'ayly, and they are followed by half a dozefi men, maaked *and attired _ln rich, fancy dress. Stundlng on the steps of the Opera, Sir Grant sees them enter a couple of handmme private carriages and drive away, while he leaves the ball and walks s‘owly and weari- ly through the streets to the hotel‘again. The room was very still. Outside the stream of life might flow ever so geylyfi ever so noisily, but its sound and itsfgayety never penetrated there. The only light in the quiet chamber was that given by the night- lamp burning on the table, and that was carefully shaded from the face lying upon the white illowsâ€"a scarred, disfigured face now, w lch had been so beautiful, which had turned men’s heads and broken their hearts, and blighted their lives by its love- liness. The nurse, quietly attentive and grave, sat by the bedside, and she was the only person with the dying woman, who had been dozing fltfully and restlessiy, and who opened her eyes now with a sudden im- patience. ..---._. _. . _ - .. ‘ . .u u “it is no'trtoo late.” answered the yards gently. “They have not had time to some yepi yen nan“: be patient 1" .. . .u A “Will they not come! I: it late 2” she said: fpebly. V I “1):;tlent l I was naver patient I” was the fretful answer. "Move the curtain and letAme see the_llghti.” The nurse obeyed, and the soft lamp-light fell on the lustrous, eager eyes, the scarred and bandaged faceâ€"on the wealth of raven hair which fell over the whlte pillows, on the helpless, pltlful, prostrate form. She was dying. No human power could save her, the doctors said, as they had gathered round her bed a few hours before â€"not dying from the effects of the burns she had received, but from the shock to her system caused by the fright and terror. She had been brought to the hospital in the chill winter morning. through the snow and rain, with diamonds still on her wrists and round herthroat, and the pink;satin and lace of her domino still hanging about her in lus- trous folds ; and although the principal physicians in Paris had come to her assist- ancev she was sinking rapidly. “Wth time is it '1 ’ she said, faintly. “Nearly eight o’clock,” was the gentle answer. “And we sent: at seven ;" she muttered, impatlantly. “\‘Vill they come! I want to see _her. V_Vill they:_cqr_r_le in time}: “I am going to die l” she said in a mo. ment, the great dark eyes, bright with & fevariah lustre, going swiftly to the grave, pitying face beside her. “I am not sorry, because I could not face lif’: again Without my beauty I \Vibhaut it life wonld not have beeIqurth having I” “Bush I do not say that 1” said the nurse, gently. "There is something better worth living for than mere admiration and hom- ageL” ""1: there ! I never found anything, but I suppose other people doâ€"uomeâ€"a few, roâ€"“pwâ€" a kw likeâ€"” CHAPTER XXX. Tue lady was young and very pale the nurse saw, as she came near ; and the gentle- man with her, a. blue-eyed, handsome young fellow, with a pleasant face, held her hand closely in his, and as they drew near he whispered, gently : “DJn’t be sf aid, Clara. ; I will not: go.” "Here are your friends,” said the surgeon, gently, and a gleam of eagerness lighted up the great, dark eyes, whloh were growing dim now. "S‘mde {he lightâ€"shade the light I" said the dying woman, impatiently. “They knew me so beautifui? they shall not see me now." There was aomdhing unutterbly sad and pitiful in her eagernr-es to hide the damage the fire had made; ani just as the nurse had obeyed her, the doctor X‘s-entered the room, bllowed by 9. lady and gentleman. She broke ofl suddenly, and moved rest- lesgly on the pi}lows._ “Are you- in pain I" said the nurse, flew!- _ The surgeon made them a s!gn to approach the bed, and as they did so, the eagerness died out of the dark eyes, and a. wistful ex- pression of disappointment came infio them.’ “Where is he?’ she said, quickly, look- ing from Clara’s face to Ted's, and her eyes resting finally on the young girl’s counten~ a 109, which was pale, and moved, and grams, and impressed wit-h something akin to fear. “\Vhere is he? Would he noficome 2” “Whom do you wish to flee ?" amid Clam, gently, bending over her, and speaking with a. tremor in her veice. “Your husband I" repeated the nurse, lacking at her in surprise, and thinking her delirious, for those who had brought her to the Hotel Dieu had said that she was Miss Chester, the beautlfvl English actress. “How caLn I ! I have not strength to do It,” she muttered, impatiently. "S and them to ma, doctor, whileI have power to see them.” “I will bring them,” he answered, gently ; andktrurqing‘ hq‘left the; rqom: “7“1‘1-5, hardly at; all. Do you know who saved me from the fire last night 3" she ask- ed, lgoklng u}? eagerly for_a. rm'oxpent.‘ _ lng death with an intensity terrible to see. “You do not know â€"a.h ! but I do," she said, in her broken, unsteady voice. “I will tell you. It was the man, of all others, who has reason to wish me dead. It was my husband l" “Yes.- my husband 1" Efié repeated, with aomethg almcat like passion. “Ah! will thej ngveg~ cgm_eâ€"_Wil_l they neyer cpme? ’ “They are here, but you must be very careful. You must not excite yourself,” he giid, imprgsaivgly. Tne answer was In one word on‘y, but that word made the color rise hotly in Clara’s face. " “Gram,” said the low voice, huakily. Clara glanced at Ted pitifully, then she stopped over t_he bed. d “H a is he??? in Paris ! "hi3 Grant’s wife, quickly. "You are cruel to try and keep him from me now. Don’t you know that I am dying ‘2 I shad} not be in your way long 1" “He was a brave man, but I do not know who he was," the nurse answered, softly, for her heart ached for this beautiful miser- able woman, who. while unwilling to retain life now that her beauty was lost, was dread- ing death with an lntenslty terrible to see. “You do not know â€"a.h ! but I do," she Hardly had the broken, passionate words been spoken, when the door opened gently, and one of the surgeons entered. He came ln slowly to the side of the bed, looked critically at the patient, and felt her pulse. The great, dark eyes sought his “Have they comeâ€"are they here?" she said, eagerly ; and as he made an affirmatlve gesture, she went on “Let me lies them â€"let me see her now! Let me atone if I can.” “He is m: here! He is at Charnook," she said. 'figVa vzill fieb‘graghhfor him."_ ,-_‘..\. . “I two‘fild not keep him from you-,” Cram said, shrinking bxck a little. “But he is in Enslaméy .1 mare vow.” ‘THe [45 here I” w'as'fthe swift reply. "No ; I am not delirious. He is hereâ€"send for him.” At the sound of her hasty. angry wordsâ€" at the eight of the anger which flashed in the dark, glittering eyes, Cl are drew bsek, shrinking closer to Ted. “Will you send for Grant 2” she said, softly. ‘ She wishes to see him, and she has every rightLyon huow." "Grant is in Paris,” Ted said, hastily, in the same low voice. “At least, he was here last night, but to-dsy I have not seen him.” “In Paris i" Clara repeated, tremulously. “Yes,” whispered Ted ; then bending toward the wistful, eager face on the pillow, he said, gently, “Sir Grant is in Paris, but Miss Frith did not know that he is here. I have not aeen him today, and he only came last night: but since you wish to see him‘ I will cause every inquiry to be made.” “I must; see him ! He is my husbandâ€"do you know that I am Lady Ellison?" she said, faintly. Then the white lids closed over the eager, glittering eyes, and she sank back upon her pi lows. Clara uttered aery of alarm, which brought the nurse to the bedside ; and while she ap- plied restoratives, Ted told Clara that Sir Grant had arrived the previous night, but that he seemed hot to have returned to the hotel after they left for the Bal de l' Oqem. " It is evide'nt that the poor creature‘ has seeniig,f’ said Ted, comgasslonately. “ Will he have returned now, do you think 2" Clara. said, faintlyâ€"she was sitting in a. chair the doctor had brought to her, and looked pale and startled. “ She wants to see him, and, oh I TadVVâ€"she is his wife.” Ted Fetherstone turned to zhe doctor, and they exuhauged a few words. Then the latter went to the bed, and came back, look- ing very grave. “It Is only a. question of a few hours now,” he said, shaking his head ; “and it Is doubt- ful Whether she will keep her consciousness. We have given opiates to lessen the pain.” “ Grant; oh ! send for himâ€"he saved me â€"he saved me 1” said the faint, brnkan tones from the bedl “I cannot die without his forgiveness !” ’fhey lookedzfrom one to the other in silent distress, when the nurse uttered a sudden exclamation : “She told me it was her husband saved her from :the fire l" she said, excitedly. "Can it be shut. she was right, I thought her mind wandering I“ Ted atartvad viol‘éntly, find the surgeon went toward $110 bed. “Can you not tell us more 2” lie said sluwiy and distinctly. “This gentlemanâ€" your husbandâ€"are you sure that he saved yen!” “Saved me ! yen ; he ~cantata through the flames and took me in his arms,” she (said, a sudden gleam of admiration lighting up the dying eyes. “ He did not my much, only “Kenp 9ti'l, and you will be safe.’ " “You are sure it was he 7" said Ted, huskily. “Where iarhe now 1’," Terrible Tragedy which Followed an E10 went from a Village. Stephen A. Brady and Miss Stella Kent eloped from Norwalk two years ago. Be- fore the elopement Brady was one of the most prosperous and widely-known business men of the town. He did business as a jewv eller, and lived happily with his family in a pretty little cottage, until Miss Stella Kent, a sister of Mrs. Brady, went to reside with the family. M (as Kent's personal charms and lively disp03ition soon won the affec- tions of Brady. The natural outcome was a family quarrel, which compelled Miss Kent to seek another boarding place. Not long; after came the announcement that' Miss Kent and Brady had elopsd. It is not known that any attempt was made to trace the movements of the runaway couple, but it was reported shortly aftlarward that.a gentleman from Norwalk had seen them in Kansas City. The affair, which had almost' been forgotten, was revived by the receipt of Missouri papers giving the details ofa double tragedy which occurred in the little village of Iron Knob on the night of Jan. 30, and of which Brady and the woman Kent are supposed to have been the victims. The Index of that place tells the following story of the tragedy : viLate last summer there arrived in this wllage a man and woman of middle age lth an infant. They stopped for a short time at the Elmo Hotel, where they were known as Mr. and Mrs. Jackson of Kansas Clay. They afterwards moved into a. house on Banks street, the man setting himself up as a repairer of watches, clocks, and jewelry. Business, however, was very poor with him, and together with his passion for drink, the couple had a hard time to get along. It had been observed that the man was drinking more heavily than ever, and had shown on such occasions a very ugly disposition. “I do not knowâ€"how should I ‘2 I faint ed, I suppose, for I knew no more until I awoke here. Will you send for him I It was noble, I suppose, to save me when I stand between him and happiness.” “Do not goâ€"Why should you 'fear him? You.ca.re for him, do you not? You looked as if you did that. night; at the Variety,” she said, in her burgh, broken, juring voice. “I want to see you. *2; thawâ€"stay." “ If she is right In her conjecture," said the surgeon, in a low voice to Ted; “ha is hare; he \\ as hurt a good deal, and insensi- ble, and they brought here with her.” “No; Clara, on my honor. not seriously,” Bald Ted, hurriedly, meeting the earnest, questioning fives frankly Land steadfastly. “B it they brought him here, and the doctor says he can come in to see her,” with a glance at the bed ; “now, almost lnmmedi- atsily.’ 9“ Here '1” Clara said tremulously. “ Ma.y I g9, Ted ?" hSHe rose as she spoke, but; Miss Chester’s watghful eyes any thq mqyementL “Hush I” snidiTed, quickly, with a. swift, apprehensive glance at Clara, Whose eyes werc bright with the great light of admira- tion which had shone in them as she heard Arielaide Chester’s words. “Hush ! Is he much hurt?" The red .blood rose in the pale cheeks “Not seriously. If it will be any com- fort to her he can come to her,” the surgeon answered, in the same low vojge. _ He went over to her, the dying Woman’s eyes eagerly fixed on his face as he spoke. “Clara,” he said, in a low voice, “Grant is here: thefiurgeonfiaya he was hurt " .“Hurt?” Tue flush which had risen in her face as she had ligtened to the words which so simply told of the heroism of the man she loved, faded, leaving her face colâ€" orlesa as before, “ Hurt 1" she repeated, in a very low voice. “Seriously ‘3" Ted hesitated a. moment. He knew that ‘ it would startle Clara. beyond measure to‘ see Sir Gmnt; and yet‘ what could be done? I On Wednesday night last the neighbors, hearing loud noises and terrible screams coming from the ho use, summoned a deputy sheriff, who, with a number of others, en- tered the house, but too late to prevent a terrible tragedy. They lound that the men, while evidently in a state of crazy in- toxication, had beaten the woman with an axe until her features were scarcely recog- nizable, and had then out his own throat with a knife The child lay upon the bed uninjued, too young to realize what had happened. The man was dead when found, but the woman lingered some two hours before dying, during which time she was occasionally co Jscious and able to tallr in an incoherent manner. It was gathered from her conversation that the ooupl’: origlnally cams from Con- necticut, where they were well connected, the men having deserted wife and- family to elope with the woman, who seems not to have been married. The right name: of the parties 001:11 not be clearly understood, but was thought to be either Kemp or Braly. When the couple first arrived -here they were quite fleshy people, but dissipation by the man uni care §and worriment on the part of the woman had reduced them very much atjhe last. A: there was nothing at value or to in- dicate the names or address of friends found among their effects, they Were buried at the expense of the town in the West Branch burying ground. The child, 9. bright, healthy-looking girl baby, has been taken in charge by the town authorities, and will be properly cued for. “The true history of the parties and their wanderings sinee leav- ing their native State will probably never be known in this section, although many are curious to know it. The description of the man and woman corresponds in every paniclflar with that of Brady and Miss Kent, and the statements made by the dying woman are identical with the circumstances attending their elopement. Both the Basdy and Kent familiers are w~11 connected in Norwalk. Brady’s daughter, 2) [watt-y and accomplished young lei-y, being betrnt‘vezi to the ion of a rei'ired hut. manufacturer, and a brother of Mits Kent having wedded a daughter of Representative Boll. 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