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Five years had passed since James Deni- son’s death. The May sunshine was turn- ing the pale green of the elm-trees into gold ; the hawthorn hedges had not yet lost their look of delicate freshness, and the cuckoo‘s note rang blithely from the thicket as Esther Denison sallied forth one after- noon from the respectable portals of the Dower House. She stepped briskly along the road : her elastic step, as well as the brightness of her eyes and cheeks, told of health and happiness. She was twenty years old ; a. golden age, when the veins are full of racing blood, and the nerves seem strung with steel; when the hrain is all alive, the heart unworn, and the World be- fore us whence to choose. For Esther, there was perhaps only a woman’s world in view ; but it seemed very beautifulgnd sweet to her, and Well worthy to be made her OWn. net, uuu wcu nu. wul H V- . ._._.V _-. There was no want of hope and courage in Esther's face that day. The sorrows and primtions of her earlier life had given a. more liquid softness to her eyes, a graver, tenderer curve to her thoughtful mouth ; they had not taken away the rounded grace of her lithe limbs, nor deadened the creamy tints of her oval cheeks. Her hair Was swept up to the top of her head under her hot, but this summary treatment did not conceal the fact that the Wave had not gone out of it, and that the short hairs had their old trick of curling in little soft, untidy rings at the nape of her neck. She was a girl whom people turned to look at in thorstreetâ€"less for the sake of her face (for Esther Denison had no gift of marvel- ous beauty whereby to enslave the world) than for the remarkable grace of her figure, and for a certain picturesqneness in color and contour which she endeavored vainly to subdue. There was something individual about her, let her do what she would to look like other people. Her shabby brown dress, her close-fitting black cloth jacket, her old black hat with its little bit of flame- color in the shape of a scarlet wing, formed an effective setting for the vivid paleness of her face, the soft brilliance of her eyesâ€"- gray, with long black lashes, llke those of an Irish girlwaiid the fine modeling of chin and cheekzand throat, which had the per- fection of a. Greek statue together with the solt, warm whiteness of living womanliness. From the background given by somber and shabby dress, Esther’s good points glowed like those of a fine picture in a tarnished frame. It must be added that critics pronounced her mouth .too wide, her brow too strongly developed, her nose not straight and fine enough for beauty ; but there was a charm about her which they recognized as even more lasting, than that 0: beauty. Nina la Touche, for instance, was a lovely girl ; but at thirty Nina. might be haggard while Esther was in her bloom. There was such honest congratulation in her eyes as she mised them to his face in alluding to his future greatness, that Se- bastian felt the inner warmth caused by agreeable flattery. But. he tried not to show phat he was pleased. “ Mr. Malet !” said Sebastian, in a tone of surprise. “You have not forgotten my name, have you,Esther? Or are you wishing to tell me that we areâ€"friendsâ€"no longer?" He lingered softly on the word “friends," as though it, had some esoteric meaning for himself and her. “Oh yes, we are friends,” said Esther, and the louglashes Iwepb her cheek and hid the dewy softness of her eyes ; “but We have not met for so longâ€"and our positions are altered now. We are not; boy and Girl in the uchool-room ; you are a. rising young diplomatist, are you not?â€"everybody says aoâ€"one of our future great menâ€"and I am the little La Touches’ governess.” “ You mistake: I have my spurs to Win,” he said, shakinghis handsome head with a sigh and a. smile. “ I will not be anything but Sebastian to my fxiends till then. And -â€"-be11 me what you have been doing in the last few months. 01 years; is it not years since we met ‘3” There was a happy expectancy in the lift: of her eyes as she walked up the country road, although she glanced neither to the right: hand net to the left. But as she pass- ed a. little low gate on her right, a. gate which opened into ‘he Malet’s park, her color brightened a little. A young man was sitting on the topmost rail, smoking a cigar; he threw it. away when he saw her coming. lifted his hat, and advanced towards her. “Now I feel that I am home again 1" he said, holding out both hands. “Say that you are glad to see me, or I will go away to-morrow.” ”I will not inflict that penalty on your friends. I am glad to see you, Mr. Malet. ” They ualked on together 1:: the alternate light and shade of the tree- sen‘ineled road “ Two years and eight months,” said Esther, with precision, which shoxved that she had reckoned the time already. "And then I met you only for an hour. I have so:~~vr-_lvseeu you at 9.11 for the last five years.” He-spoke musingly, conscious of having himself changed greatly in that time, and a. littke surprised that she had not, altered Loo. Esther took his words as a. compliment, perhaps mistakenly. He was not old enough to look on absence of change as a good thing. He would have preferred to find her different from his remembrance of her ; it seemed to him that. she must. have been standing still instead of advancing as he had done. Doubtless. her dress did not mark the difference of her age as it might have done if she had been in different cir< cumstances. She were exactly the same gown and hat and jacket that she had Worn when she was seventeen. It was a. trifle ; "but, trifles are important. in that. trivial record, a girl’s history. ‘~ 50 long? You are not much changed, Esther: not even very much older looking than you were.” glancing a formation u are very him He more CHAPI‘ ER XlI‘ KERSHAM MANOR. THE LANE much changed.” she said nd marvelling at, the trans- was more manly, more splendid-100M135; than she d since James Deni- sunshine was turn- thc elm-trees into had al ways ata Was the insolence of youth and beauty and strength and talent, meaning to have its own pleasure and to do its own will ; cer- tain that if it has these it can perform great- things in the world. In its own way a. beautiful thing to see, and especially beautiful because we know that it will live so short a. time. “ Yes, of course I am changed~in every Way,” he said, not thinking of the‘ mean- “ Did you have no holidays at that Paris school? I have seen nothing of you and Nina. for so long !” “ You have seen Nina. more recently ; you saw her :he Christmm before last. I came home in the summer holidays only, and then you were away in Switzerland and saw her the Uliristmaa beIore iasu. 1 came home in the summer holidays only, and then you were away in Switzerland and VVaies." “ And so it is more than two years since we met ! I Went abroad myself last Christ- mas. The Squire wanted me to see some- thing of Vienna. And you are glad to have your old friend back. Esther '3" “ CeciJIy and the twins are good pupils?” “ Extremely so." She had grown short in her answers; there was perhaps a. little disappointment; in her heart, bub her smile continued to be as bright as ever. " Ana I shall not see Nina. until to- morrow night ‘2” “ No ;she comes back from London in time for the dinner-party.” “ You are to be there. I hope ‘2’ “After dinner,”said Esther, smiling. I don’t go to dinner-parties ; I have never been to one in my life.” She thought that he looked a. little vexed or embarrassed, and she hastened to add cheerfully : “ Ishould not know What; to say or do if I went. Mrs. La'l‘ouch asks me to go in the evenings, to play the piano and accompany songs for her guests.” you “ ~Why should she take up your evenings in that way. °” “ Oh, it is a good thing for me; it gives “ Oh, it is a good thing for me; it gives me experience,” said Esther lightly. “ I sit in the background and observe. I know a. great deal about the characters of the \Voodb‘iry people nowâ€"I mean the rich, fashionable people whom I should not meet otherwise. It is very instructive. Here We are at Kennet’s Green.” “You will not always be in the back- ground,” said Sebastian seriously. He held her hand at parting with a warm, strong clasp of the fingers, and looked straight into her eyes. He had long, dark eyes, capable of a great and meditative tender- ness of expression when he was moved. This expression called the blood into Esther‘s face, and then sent it back into her heart as suddenly, leaving even her lips very pale. He saw the blush and wonder- ed what it meant. She looked so beautiful as she stood thers'that if it had been dusk, instead of broad daylight, he would have repeated the kisses that he had once im- pressed upon those soft lips and white, downcast eyelids. But as he stood on Kennet’s Green. with a medley concourse of children. (logs, and geese, turnng with interest toward the stranger, and as there was a glimmer of Miss Meredith’s garden hat in the door-way Sebastian turned and fled. “Good-bye: I shall see you again very soon.” he said. “Don’t forget me in the meanwhile.” Sebastian strolled back to Kersham Manor, broodmg as he went. Esther was certainly very handsome when her face and eyes lighted up. Her figure was superb. He was aomebhing of an art,- ist: and he knew how 20 appreciate those grand lines. “She would make a splendid model,” he thought, “and she would look very well on the stage, if she could act. 'lhere is something more in her face than mere beauty. There is strength, purpose, decision. I Wonder what her lot in the world will be. She is wasting her life now in a. dull schoolmom, teaching three small children, and humbly awaiting the entrance of the ladies after dinner." Sebastian winced, as if the picture hurt, him, and passed on to generalities. Forget; him? “ The salt, creek may forget the ocean,” she might have answered, “ ifI forget.” He did not think of telling himse‘xf that her social status was lower than his own. He was alittle too much in King Gophe- tua’s frame of mind. If he gave his hand to a beggar-maid she would henceforth he queen. No one should question her right to reign. “ It, is the husband who gives the wife her rank,” he thought. “ And she comes of a good old yeoman stock, so much I know ; the best blood in England is not more worthy of respect; It is the nobility of the heart, of the mind, that I have ahvays sought for ; here 1 find youth and beauty too.” A véry moderate ‘ yes.’ May 1 ask how like teaching '2” Very much.’ A£ te râ€" CHAPTER XIII. SEBASTIAN. on, were equally branseeud- znd in aim. Mr. Denison’s ,‘ness had colored his every aland's mind was strongly hilosophic mysticism. Each ideal ends; each held the you ame and and The day had been warm, and the evening hours were deliciously cool. Sebastian was lying back in a comfortable lounging-chair ; on his knee rested an open volume of the Faerie Queene, but his eyes were more often lifted to the purple haze which was gather- ing amongst the straight bales of the trees in the park, or the golden light behind their spreading boughs, than intent upon his book. Sir Roland sat by the Window at a little table, reading and occasionally making a note in a manuscript book. “ The Faerie Queene ‘2" he said at length, losing his book, and glancing at the vol- ume on Sebastian’s knee. “ I like to read it in this old edition ; I feel as if I were arboy again,” said Sebas- tifan with a. bright smfle."0ne never tires 0 it.” , friends and was popular with all. Gray- headed men who knew his family interested themselves in him. and prognosticated a bright future tor the clever, handsome, light-hearted lad. One or two keen obser- vers, however, thought that they detected in his character an odd streak, a. strain of something unusual, which led them to say that he could not be depended upon to suc- ceed in what he undertook, Up to a. certain pointvâ€"well : past that point there was always a breakdown, a failure, as if some want of the power of continuity were de- claring itself. His friends: passionately denied that it was so. Only the experience of life could prove which of the two esti- mates was right. It must he confessed that. the critics triumphed when Sebastian suddenly threw up all his engagements and Went home, Lvitbout even bidding his friends good- ve. ample of the Malet eccentricity. He had given up public life suddenly and entirely before he was fifty years of age. and had devoted himself to literary pursuits in the comparative seclusion of Kersham Manor. A wise choice, some people may think, but inexplicable in the eyes of the world. Sir Roland and his nephew sat, together than June evening in a pleasant little room opening out upon the lawn. It was suppos- ed to beg. smokingmoom, but Sir Roland did not Smoke. Sebastian was indulging himself tonight in an after-diunercigarette, though he usually smoked in the garden with the bquire. On this particular even- ing the Squire had gone to a. public dinner in Woodbury, and Sir Roland and his ample of the] given up publi before he was devoted himse comparative SE A wise choice, inexplicable ix: did not himself though with H! “ No. Esther was reading it to me a few days ago -â€"Esther Deniaon, you know. She often comes and reads or writes for me ; she is a very intelligent girl.” “ Which is your favorite book ‘3” said Sebastian rather abruptly, changing the position of 1115 legs and thereby hurling the volume to the ground. He did not, want to discuss Esther’s intelligence} just then. “ The first, I thmk,” Sir Roland answer- ed, watching the young man as he picked up the book and straightened the bent edges of the lean es. “ Perhaps because the story of Una and Duesia. seems to symbol- ize the conflict which comes once in the life of every true man.” “I thought that you had set your heart on diplgmacy ‘2" “I used to romance about it when I was a 1ad,didn’t I '3" said Sebastian lightly. “But I have seen a little of what it means, and I don’t think that I should like the career. So many years have to be wasted over red- tape formalitiesâ€"it isn’t a. llfe Ishould care for. ” “ You will have to serve your apprentice- ship Wherever you go." said Sir Roland gravely. Once ! It. is always coming,” said Sebas- tian whimsically. He closed the book and threw it from him. Sir Roland anticipated a. confidence. But it, did not take the form that he had expected it to take. “Iam tired of wandering,” he began. “You have not had very much of it, my dear boy." “I think I have had enough." “Wellmwhat do you want, to do now 1'” “ Upon my word, I don’t. Know, Uncle Roland. I was thinking that I might as well begin reading law,settle down in chum- bers in London, and run over to Kersham now and then.” weeks at; a. time. He occupied himse moiety, with the fine artsâ€"music 95] â€"-and with lovemaking. He had fiends and was popular with all. leaded men who knew his family int hemselves in him. and prognostic might future 101‘ the clever, han a “ But one need not trifle away one's time in amusement, attending my lord’s receptions and carrying my lady’s lap-dog. You remember Algy Sutton '3 that Was his life at the Bâ€"court. And that of Greville was notmuch better.” “ Isee no reason Why you should not; Work even if these young fellows were idle. And I have reason to think that you may have an appointment offered you very soon,â€"-an undersecretaryship with Lord Kersham at St. Petersburg. Would you not accept that ‘2” “I want you, certainly, to chooaea career that you would like, my boy. And I think that; the diplomatic service would suit you exactly. [always did think so I should have liked you to go with Ker- sham, if you got the chance, but 1f you objectâ€"~" Sedastian hesitated. His face lighted up and then grew dark again. He noticed that his uncle was speaking very gravely, with Emma anxiety of manner. “ What do ymf want me to do, uncle ‘2 he said. 1‘ Oh no, I don’t objeCE. If you wish it, I’ll go. Onlyâ€"somehowâ€"I felt: as if I should like to be nearer you. I could work better with you than anybody else.” Sir Roland looked at him affectionately. “ You love me and it is your love that speaks. You must go away into the world and gather expenence for yourself.” “I do not want a. Wider experience of it,” said Sebastian,frowuing uncomfortably, and crossing his arms with decision. “ As 'alued university dxsnln Iimself at last and toe hougll not, a. brilliantly l: e spent some months in] Tieuna, where his uncle’s epucatiou stood him in 'as supposed to be_ at arcely the reason of his return to England. Out of deference to Sir Roland, .Iued university distinction, be ex4 mself at, last and took a. respect ough not, a. brilliantly high, degree. ' smut, some months in London, Paris Weft knew :holars, dreamers their day, but, 0d nded their lives seemed as if, 501 lure to be too muc Id aflorded a. at alet eccentricity life suddenly an ifty years of ag‘ E to literary purs ‘ne. introductu good stea‘ ldyingâ€"w hims‘ m or 1: :h for t] riking He what 3n f with :cially many Gray- for 9n duty to fight the wo fight, its selfishness a: idity ; and you can . into it, not by mail: yourself at Kersham He smiled as he 001 only brows must be a. trifle land, “and we you whilst you They lapsed with it and tried to overco Ignorance is not victory. the world and hide yoursel books now would be shec' cowardice on your part, fa special overmastering in licemture in itself; you ar only as a means toward wh a. very ignoble endâ€"escape Sebastian winced at. the uncle saw the movement. “ It is a. phrase only. I “ It is a, phr; not: your inten like a. Trappist “ but, it is not is not genuine, will have to 1e world before thirty or forty down beneath out; at the wax you like ; but produc always strong The sweet, pathetic notes filled the air with melody which seemed to impose silence on all further confession or complaint. Music produced its usual efiect on Sebastian ; he always felt under its influence that he was strong to bear trial and temptation if such should come. At present his spirit was singularly unsullieg‘l, in spite of some youth- ful follies of which he had been guilty ; and, as the power 0f “ divinest harmony” passed into him, he said to himself that it would be easy to lead the high, ideal, inner life, even in the noonday blsre and bustle of the world, if but a. breath of this divine music could go with him to lighten all per- plexities and spirit-unlize his aims. Mean- while, as he played, the moon had risen, and its light silvered the dewy lawn and tipped the edges of the shining leaves. It seemed as if there must be a. benediction in the air. Execullon of a Murdere-Js at Berlinâ€" Forccd to the Biock. A Berlin, (Germany) special says :â€"A woman was executed in this city lac-day, she being the first; woman to sufier the death penalty here since Berlin was made a. K318- ersbadt. The last woman to sufi'er the ex- treme penalty of the law was executed 4:: 1846. and crow that I do selves up of all the their due asked him whether h‘ on his Viol The sweet The victim to-day was Emilie Ziilman Nee Kuehne of Hammer, Prussian Silesia, who had been convicted of the murder of her husband. The Moabit prison has no execution yard and the prisoner was trans- ferred to the Ploitzensee prison. AL 3 o’clock this morning two wanders led her into the courtyard, where the headsman’s block had been placed. Beside it stood the executioner, resting on the hill: of his heavy WOK' FORCED DOW")? UPON THE BLOCK. Half dead with fear the woman was plac- ed beside the block and there supported while Prosecutor Lademunn read to her the sentence of death. The prisoner was Lold to kneel, but she apparently did not hear, and the warders gently but firmly forced her down until her head rested on the block. The Fearful Fate oi‘ Frank Foy (fiver at Niagara Falls. A Niagara. Falls special says :â€"Fr&nk Foy y, of Herkimer, N. Y. 3.5 empioye of R. D. Wood & Co , of Philadelphia, which sw0rd The next; instant after her head touched the block there was a. gleaming flash of steel, and the head of the woman dropped into the basketp laced to receive it. As the blood flowed in torrents from the severed neck the executioner exclaimed, “ The sentence of the law has been executâ€" ed, may God have mercy upon the poor sinner.” company is putting in the turbine water wheels for the Niagara. Falls Paper Com- pany, was instantly killed here yesterdayl afternoon in the penstock. Foy, with four ‘ other ,workmen, was engaged within the} penstbck, which isu. circular receptacle 13‘ 1-2 feet in diameter, preparing to drivel some rivets. The unfortunate man struck a. blow, missed the rivet, lost his balance} and fell off the scaffold down through the i penstock to the bottom, a. distance of 1001 feet. He went feet foremost, and his head could be heard striking the heavy trestle1 work which supported the scaffold all the way down. His neck was broken and his skull fesrfully crushed. His body was a. mangled mass. Fey was 22 or '23 years old and unmarried. His remains will be ship- ped to Herkimer for interment. Rev. Thomas Gallaudet, D. D., who es- tablished St. Ann’s Episcopal church in New Yorkâ€"the first church for deaf mutesâ€"is at the Falls with his wife, who is a. deaf mute. Dr. Gallaudet’s father, Thomas Hopkins Gullaudet, established the first school for deaf motes in the United States at Hartford, in April, 1817, and his broth- er. Edward M. Gnllaudct, LL.D., the first college at Washington 25 years ago. The number of slaves exported from Af- rica during the eighteenth century is cal- culated at 6,000,000. In 1748 nearly 100,000 were shlpped from the west coast alone. air doors.‘ His uncle All, that i >1't is; ‘nota. safe thmg to foster the of premature seclusion. It is your to fight the worldâ€"that is to Say. to its selfishness and frivolity and stup- ; and you can do that best by going it, not Ahy making a. Chartreuse for BEHEADFJ) BY 1‘1““. SW 03“- [ed as he concluded, but; Sebastian bed. Sir Roland knitted his not envy the me] in their \ibraries rim; that: the wc vsed into talk on ordinary sub- little time. and then Sir Roland whether he still practised, and a would not. now play something ,1). Sebastian consented readily. nth thee world W but; not I tried :7 (TO BE commvan a. mood whlch w . Sebastian, belie am a. good deal tion oked at him nood which v â€"csca.pe from state." at the words, and his nent. fly. I know that it is to give up the world said in a. softer voice, f0 thmg to foster the green shades and look h serene contempt, if efore you have battled overcome its, my boy. :bory. To slip out of yourself in a world of )6 sheet idleness and part, for you have no ng impulse toward vou are looking at it: an reno‘ nv at I mu}: call from strife.” words, and his {Mile I’m is makin in pass. It :ve me. You more of the ace it. 111 vou may sit Itivelz it, the )f kites ob sure b them- mutant: at, out ll. Nor mix sweet cream with cream to be churned less than twelve hours before churning (the cream is ripened in one ves- sel which holds the cream for a Whole churning.) 13. Not gather the butter until tbs “daah' er stands on top,” and then dip it out. rpf the buttermilk. 3. Nor put: the dry cow on a. starvation ration. 6. Nor allow them to go a. whole year Without: carding or brushing them. 7. Nor depend upon pasture alone for a. supply of summer feed. 8. We do not allow the milk to stand very long in the stable to absorb foul odors. 9. We do not neglect to strain the milk at once before setting. 10. Nor set the milk in deep cans in well Waper Without changing the water at least tmce, or Without ice. 1‘2. Nor add scalding water to nor guess at; the temperature finger, nor take two or three churn. The following points to be remembered by dairy folks have been compiled 85:3 well- knowu experimental dairy farm. They are entitled. “ Things we do notdo,” and may he adopted by others besides those for whom they were writen : l4. Nor add coarse salt by guess, nor work the butter into grease. 15. And, finally, we do not send our but- ter to market wrapped in old rags that may have seen other service in the house. Do not try to winter the horses cheaply by letting them constantly stufi' themselves on hay ;tha,t may seem the cheapest but itis not, nor is it good for the horse. The highest mark of wisdom that we have encountered in a young man, of late years, is that he knows enough not to bet his money on a horse-race. To dry horses’ legs after washing there is nothing better than saw-dust well dried and then well rubbed in. It is both clean to handle and pleasant for the animaL A great mistake that most breeders have made is than they have bred and raised more horses than they could attend to or properly take care of. One good horse is worth two poor ones any time. How many farmers know exactly wha their yearly horse labor on the farm costs. in feed, care and wear and tear of the an. imal itself? If they did know they would certainly strive to winter their horses 3. the least possible cost and yet not injure them. The first shoeing will be largely experi mental. If your colt. is pure gaited and strongly trotting-bred,he mayacquiz'e speed with very little change from the first shoe- ing. Again, it may Ee necessary to shoe him in many different ways before you get him just balanced. The tendency in some strains of horses to go through a. long life of useful service as compared with the average of horses,â€" never being sick or lame and rarely failing to take a. portion of feedâ€"is often not rated at its full value, and yet, there are few things in a horse of any kind that. are of more importance than his endurance. An expert groom gives this advice : “Never use the comb on the horse’s head. If he has any spirit at all he will not endure it. Take the brush in the right and the headstall in the left, steady his head while brushing gently, and then, with the comb in the left hand,curry the neck from behind the ear and the entire right side. Go through the some process on the left side; leave no space untouched. After carrying take the brush and brush the hair the wrong way, scraping the brush at intervals with the comb to clean it. Then go the right way with the brush ; follow the brush with a. woolen ragâ€"rubbing the hair up and then smoothing it. Don’tspare the elbow grease and the horse will show his keep and act as he feels.” A farm is not thoroughly stocked if it; car~ ties but one or two kinds of animals, no matter how many head there may be of them. To utilize 8.11 food products to the best, advantage requires 8. v3.1 iety of stock, and the farm should have everything from bees to beef cattle. We believe this is quite as true regarding a. small farm as a. large one. The cow that has been bred for milking purposes can he profitably kept for that use until she is eight, years old. If she does not, remain a. good milker for that length of time, her breeding is at fault. This is beyond the age at which the animal can be profitably made into beef. The man- al that if you are after a. milker, don’t pay much stress on having agood beef animal too. There is without doubt a smaller supply of cattle in the great cattle-growing districts than has been the case for a. long time before. We do not. think there is any probability of such a shortage as will send prices bound- ing up, but. on the other hand there is no indication of such :3. liberal supply as could depress prices. Cattle growing for the next: few years is pretty sure to be a fairly profi- table business. Petrels were so called from‘, the habit of these birds of wanking on the water. In the minds of sailors they were thus associ- ated with the Apostle Peter. Bock beer took its : that it was so muclr common beerthat whe' the tipplet caper like ‘ Scamp once meant travel, but. three or four hundred years ago nobody traveled ex- cepb when he was obliged to, so the word gradually acquired an unfavorable meaning. Nor expect; a. cow to make something of nothing. Nor keep ¢ or dungeon We do not consider the thing about butter- maki g new is being discovered ( only from 0111 owu work at AGRICULTURAL. XVe our cows in an Ice-house, hog Horse Notes ‘airY Don’t:- name from the fact a stronger than the nindulged in it made a. book 02‘ goat. travel, but three or theeream, with the house to