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011 great occasions the choir were enter‘ tained by the rectorâ€"once during the sum~ war when they made merry out in the The opera. had been but hitherto an empty word to Leone. She had a. vague idea. that it. consisted of singing. After all there was some compensation to be found ;her young husband was devoted to her, she was magnificently dressed, and was going in a. beautiful closed carriage to the opera. 0L, ,,. a ' ’7 ‘r She uttered no word of surprise, but her whole soul was filled with wonder. The highest festivity and the greateac gayetv she had ever witnessed was a choir tea- party. She had a most beautiful voice ; in fact, neither herself nor any of thosearound her knew the value of her voice or appre- ciated it. “in will be all right in the end,” he said. “My father may hold out for a. few days, but. he will give way; in the meantime. we must; be happy, Leone. We will stay at the Queen’s Hotel until they invite us to (harden It, will not be long; my mother and father cannot get on without me. We will go to the opera to-night, than will distract your thoughts." Lord Lanswell went, in obedience to his wife’s command, to assist in the com- mencement of the proceedings, and as soon as my lady was left. alone she sat dowu to write a. letter to her son. She told him in the plainest possible words, that. his] marriage was not only unlawful,but invalid. as he, being minor could not contract, a. legal marriage without. the consent 0 f his parents. My lady had faith enough in herself Lo add openly: The time which had passed so unpleas~ antly for the earl and countess was bright and light for the young bride and bride- groom. Leone had shed some bitter tears when they left Dunmore House, but Lord Chaudos laughed; he was angry and irritutA ed, but it; seemed to him than such a. state of things could not; lasb. His father and mother had indulged him in everythingâ€" surely they would let him have his way in marriage. He kissed the tears from his young wife's face, and laughed away her tears. “You can of course please yourself as soon as you are of age; you can then re- marry the young person without our con- sent If you will; but; my opinion is that you will non.” “ \Ve will finish with the subject,” she said. “ You may make your mind quite easy about it. I guarantee all my know- ledge of the world that he will not. only have forgotten her in twelve months’ Lime, but. that he will be ashamed of having ever fancied himself In love with her.” “ The matter then lies in a nutshell and depends entirely upon whether Lance con- tinue! true to his love or not. If he re- mains true, your scheme for parting them will have but little effect; it he prove false, why then all will be well, according to your way of thinking.” Lord Lunswell thought withc regret and sympathy of the young wife. Could It be possx‘ole, he thought, that his son would be so disloyal, so unfaithful .as to forget. in twelve short; months the wife he had risked so murh to win ‘ZHe looked at the countess. “You think, then, Lucia, that in a year’s time he will have forgotten that poor young wife ‘2" " I am quite sure of it' Long before I had heard of this foolish affair I had decid- ed in my own mind whom he should marry, and I see no reason‘for c‘hangiqg my plans. ’3 “There can be no compromise: he must give her up at once, and marry some one in his own rank,” said the countess. I will write the letter at; once, and I must ask you, Ross, not, to be weak Aweak man is the moat: eontemptible object in crea- tion.” “Lance must take his chance," said my lady, too angry to be conscious of the rhyme; “he has done wrong, and he must sufi‘er for it. He will thank heaven in a year’s time from now that I have saved him.” “He may try to make some compromise,” said Lord Lnnswell. whose heart smote him as he thought of the passionate beauti- ful face. Still Lord Lanswell looked at his wife with a grave expression of doubt. “I will try not to be weak, my dear,” said the earl, submissively; “but I am con- ce rned for Lance.” “ Lucia," he began, “ do you think that if we succeed in parting these two we shall do quit/e right, ‘2" “ \Vell,” said the enrl, “ I am sorry that I cannot quite agree with you. No doubt this mu-riage is vexabious eno ugh, but, whether it is well to obliterate all traces of it, or rather to do way with it altogeth- er, 1s quite another thing." My lady was triumphant, her hau‘isom face lighted with satisfaction, but; the earl looked grave. The lawyer had taken hi leave, and they null remained to discus matters. Lord Lmswall did not seem so well pleased; he went, up to my lady where she was standing. “ Right,” 0 tied my lady, “ I shall think it one of the mom; virtuous actions of my life.” “1 am the best. ludge of what is right in this case," said my lady, haughbilv; “I will have no interference. The business part, of it must be attended to at once. " “At least, you will write to Lance and tell him what; youintend doing ‘3" “Yes, :I have no objection to that," she replied, “It can make no possible differ- ence to him." “Thank Heaven," said the countess. ‘ that the mitter can be set straight. If there had been no remndy 1 should have lost my reason over it. The boy must have been mm! or blindedmr very probablydrawn into it in same disgraceful fashion or other.” “ THEY WILL NOT FORGIVE ME," LOVE REASONS NUT. CHAPTER XII‘ “ They would never dare do it,” Lord Chaudos repeated to himself with a. laugh of contempt. Set his marriage asxde. They were mad to think of such a thing. From time to time strange-looking docu- ments came to him ; he thrust them aside without even looking at them. He only laughed at the notion. Part him from Leave. It was not. in the power of any one on earth to do it. He never mentioned the matter to Leone at. all; it. was not. worth while to dis- turb her. They had been to Richmond, and had found there a Villa so beautiful it seemed to have been built for themâ€"& quaint, picturesque, old English house, full of pretty nooks and corners, with large latticed windows, over which roses and Lord Chandos dare not tell her, besides which he laughed in scorn at the idea. They might threaten as they would ; but he felt quite certain there was no power on earth which could set aside his marriage, therefore he should not trouble himself about it. He would go to Richmond and look out for a. house there. She wisTxed that, he had offered to show her his mother’s letter : but she did not, like to ask what the contents were. 7 “Then let, her see me now,Lance,at once,” she cried, eagerly, “ifyou think so. Why wait? I should be more happy than any one else in the world if you would do that." “Lance,” she said, in a low voice, “I could do that, ; ] do not, mean that I could sing so well, but I could feel the jealousy l she feels. I could utter those reproaches. [Something seems to have awoke in my lsoul that never lived before : it is all new to me, yet I understand it all ; my heart is , on fire as I listen." “The world will be well loat,Leone. \Ve will go Lo-morrow and find a pretty little house where we shall be quite happy. Remember one thing alwaysâ€"- that my mother will love you when she sees I; you: “It is too soon yet,” he replied will be right in time.” “That will He giving up 711.11 then-world for me,” she said. “Isit from your mother, Lance ‘:"she asked. “My darling do not trouble about them ; you are all the world to me. They will not forgive me ; but it does not matter. Inm proud of What 1 have done. Iam quite independent. I shall take a. pretty little villa at Richmond, and we shall live there until they come to their senses." But as he read it his face changed ; the smile and the truimph died from it. He said no word to Leone, but, tore the letter into shreds. she looked on with a wistful face. He took her in his arms and kissed her. “This 13 from my mother,” he said: “I knew she would relenmt is probably to ask us to Cawdor.” “We shall hear the caliriagél atoll) some fine morning,” he said, “ and they will be here to seek a reconciliation.” “And you have enjoyei in '1" he said, when the curtain fell on the last. grand scene. Lord Chandos merely laughed at the nozion of his parents holding out against high" H9 W51; womjerfully sanguine. He laughed when the waiter gave him my lady's letter ; be turned triumphantly to his Wife. There was nothing for it but to remain at the hotel. She answered him with a low sigh of peEfeqt. content. The opera was one of the mast beautiful â€"“Norma"â€"â€"nnd the part. Norma was taken by the greatest prime donna of her time. Leone‘s eyes filled with tears as those passionate reproaches were sung ; she knew nothing of the language, but, the music was full of eloquence for her. She turned suddenly to her husband : her whole soul seemed awake and thrilling with dramatic instinct. So it was what to her her wedding-day became the most marked day of her life for on it she awoke to the knowledge of the world of an: and music. L'o'rd Chaudos watched her with keen delightâ€"her lustrous eyes, the intense face, thgrparted lips. From the time the curtain was drawn up until the opera. ended. Leone was in a trance. Quite suddenly she had entered this new and beautiful world of music and urnâ€"a. world so bright anddaz~ zling that it bewildered her. He made no introductions, though many of his friends bowed to him, with a secret hope that he would ask them into his box But he had arranged his own plans. His motherâ€"the proud exclusive, haughty Countess of Lanswellâ€"should be the one to introduce his beautiful wife to the world ; that of itself would be a. passport for her. So that he was careful not to ask any one into his box. or even to exchange a word with any of the people he knew. “My'mocher will yield at; ouée when she sees her," he thought ; "she will be plensed that the most beautiful woman in England is Ely wife.” She herselt was quite unconscious of the admiration she excited; she did not see how the opera-glasses were turned to her face :she could not hear people asking . “Who is that with Lord Chandos '3 What; a beautiful face, what a lovely girl ! Who is she ‘3” Lord Chandos saw it, and was not only proud, but, flattered by it. Lord Chandos, looking around the opera- house, where some of the hnndsomest women in England were, said to himself that among all these fair and noble faces there was not one so beautiful as Leone’s. Before the curtain was raised she was engrossed in that brilliant circle. She had never seen such dresses. such diamonds, such jewels, faces so beautiful. toilets so exquisite : it was all quite new to her. The beautiful and poetic side of ir- appealed to her. Her beauniful face flushed with de- light, her dark eyes were lustrous and radiant. green woods, and once in the winter when they were entertained in the school-room. Leone had thought these parties the name of grandeur and perfection ; now she sat in that, brilliant circle audwoudeted mbo what world she had fallen' A PERFECTLY HAPPY WOMAN CHA PTER XIII. all “ Yes, as a. rule, a beautiful face has a wonderful influence. I have known women without a. tithe of your beauty, Leone, rise from quite third-rate society to find a place among the most. exclusive and noblest. people in the land. Your face would win for you, darling, an entrance anywhere." “The only thing I want my face to do,” “ she said, “ it is to please your mother.” “And Lhdb, when she sees it, it is quite sure to do,” replied the lover-husband. “It, will be very uncomfortable,”said Lord Chandos; “but we shall have to bear it. It will not. much matter so far as worldly matters are concerned; when I am of age I shall have a. separate and very handsome fortune of my own. My mother will soon want to know you when you become the fashionâ€"fig you will, Leone." “ When I am of cry. 'When Leone expressed any anxiety or sorrow over his separation from his parents, he would laugh and answer: “Lance,” ma Lady Chandos, “wiméhall we do if your parents will neither forgive us nor see us?" “ Never mind, my darling, it will be all right when 1 am of age. Never mind, dar- ling, you will have my mother asking for the pleasure of knowing you thenâ€"the tables will be turned ; let the great world once see you,and you will be worshiped for your beauLy, your grace, and your talent." She looked wistfully at him. “Do they love beauty so much in your world, Lance? she asked. Then they dined together; and in the evening Lord Chandos took his beautiful young wife to the opera. or the play, to concert or lecture. “ As soon as I am of age," he would say, “ I shall take you on the Continent; there is no education we get like that we get by traveling one year on the Continent, ; and you will be at home on every subject, Leone,” he would say; and Leone longed for the time to come. Then Lord Chandos went up to town for a few hours while Leone took her different lessons and studied. They met again at lunch, and they spent the afternoon out-of- doors. An ideal lifeâ€"an idyl in itself. Leone, while shelived, retained a vivid re- membrance of those afternoons. of the shade of the deep woods, of the ripple of the riv- er through the green banks of the valleys where flowers and ferns grew, of the long alleys where the pleasant shade made a. perfect paradise. She remembered themâ€" the golden glow. the fragrance, the music of them, remained with her until she died. All the most pleasant times of our lives are dreams. She took breakfast always with her hus- band; perhaps the happiest hour of the day was that. The windows of mhe pretty bretxkfast-room looked over wwnlderness of flowers; the windows were always open. The soft, sweet summer air came in, parting the long, white curtains. bringing with it the breath of roaes and the odor of a. hundred flow- ers. She looked as fresh and fair as the morning itself. Lord Chandos Wondered more and more at. her radiant loveliness. Her soul was awake now. and looked out; of her dark eyes into the world she found so beautiful. While Leone seemed to have gone straight to heaven, she could not realize that this was the same life she rebelled against with such fierce rebellion. Now the days were not long enough to hold in them all the happiness that fell to her share. The birds woke her with their singing: the sun with its shining ; another beautiful day had dawned for herâ€"a day that was full of beauty and love. They passed liken. dream. New beauty came to her with this devel- opment of mind; new, spiritual, poetical loveliness : and Lord Chandoa, looking at: his peerless young wife, felt, always quite confident that when his mother saw her all would be wellâ€"she would be proud of her. \Vheu she went first to River View. she had some traces of her rustic training. Before six Weeks had passed over it had all disappeared. Lord Chandos himself had taught her ; her intonation and accent were clear and refined, her words well chosen,her expressions always poetical and fullofgrsce; no one meeting her then could have told that she had spent her life in the rural shades of Rnshleigh. A few weeks completely changed her; she had that keen, quick insight into every- thing, that. wondrous tact, and intelligence which make some woman seem as though they were magicians. None of them had discovered the real secret of her genius, or what was the true fire that every now and then seemed to brighten them all as it flashed over them. “It, is a thousand pities.” said Lhemusic- master to himself, “that she has married a. nobleman. If she had been dependent. on her own exertion, I could have made her one of the finest singers in the world " Again the drawing-master said : " u I had the training of Lady Chandos I would mike her the finest artist in Eng- land." He teuahb her himself to ride. There was one thing singular, every master who attended her was aware of a. great hidden power within her, they said among each other that she was something wonderfulâ€" that the world would hear of her some day. There was an innate sense of power. a grand dramatic instinct, a. keen sense of every- thing beautiful, noble and greet. There were times when an electric flesh of genius made :hem marvel. To Leone that life that opened to her was like a heaven on earth ; her husband surrounded her with “ kind Observances ;” he purchased for her a. wardrobe that was a. marvel of beauty and elegance; he found a. French lady‘s-maid, who understood all the duties of the tailet. What was more. he had the beat masters in London to instruct her. Her voice was one of the finest eVer heard, her taste for music so great that she was soon proficient. jasmine hung in abundance :11 smooth,green lawn on which stood a superb cedar-tree ; beautiful grounds that reached down to the river. The views from the windows were superb. It was worth anything to stand on that green lawn and match the sunset. on the Thames. Leone was delighted with it; she had never dreamed of a home so beautiful. Lord Cnandos furnished in with the utmost luxury, and there the first few happy months of their life was spen b. Lord Chandos did not wish exactly that his marriage should be kept secret, but; he did not want. is known to the world in general until his mother was willing to introduce and receive his wife. (I) she di'smisaedâ€"the future from her 1 age,’ was his universal her eyes filled with tears. For over a. year the little bed had been empty of the pre~ cious form that once rested there, the only one the great God had given her; but a mother’s love still hovered about the little couch. She saw again the little face that once slumbered there, the little hand so plump that so often had rested outside the cover, and over the pillow fell again the soft brown hair. The soft light of evening, the calm of twilight, seemed like a bene- diction to her sorrow; and as she rose, her face calm, peaceful, but full of holy love and resignation, silently she prayed. “I thank thee, oh, Heavenly Father,that thou gavest her to me even for so short a. time. and thou will love and tenderly care for her until I come.” Thin Waiterâ€"“ 1 yog for jagged deg]l ' Fat WEitetâ€"“ Data’s all you knowé‘ Dis fat is wuth money‘ Young ladies pay me far atandin’ in front of ’em w’en dey eat co’n from de cob.’ The “Old World" appears to be trying to keep up with the "New" in the matter of novelties and strange devices. The latest craze over there is popularly known as the “ Old Maid Insurance." The scheme is intended to benefit such ladies as have not fonnda husband. By payinga given premium the policy taker secures either in a lump or in an annuity is stipulated sum in the event of a failing to get married by the date specified in the policy. A table based on the marriageability of females is made up just as the mortality tables are constructed in life Insurance. Age, beauty, health and all the elements that go to make a desirable wife, are taken into account and the rates areadjusted accordingly. Every policy taker is first examined by an appointed board of examiners. Companies have already been floated under this scheme, but the experiment is as yet too new to furnish conclusive results as to its ultimate success. It would seem at this distance, however, that the plan admit- ted of much fraud and presented many openings for swindling. One might con- tract a secret marriage and by keeping it from the public knowledge continue to draw the annuity. Nevertheless, insur-‘ ance against oldmaidenhood may prove‘ successful and may come to be no meanl factor in the promotion of the ends for which woman has been destined. There‘ are undoubtedly many " safe risks” in all i communities. It is also possible that many who thus insure will remain single from choice believing that a good insurance is better than a bad husband. We are likely to have the thing over here, in a short time, if there's anything in it. Never Does Ihe Thought of the Little One Gone Before Desert the Mlml. Half hiding the windows of the room hung soft, fleecy curtains. A low.seated rocking chair stood motionless awaiting to keep time to soft lullabies. The glass in the dresser leaned forward reflecting a half. turned glove, a bit of veil,n piece of needle- work. The presence of a woman filled the room. Beside the couch stood a. little bed covered with a. white spread lucked closely in all round. A pillow plump and White rested at the head. Quietly the mother stepped about the room, as if she feared to woken someone sleeping in the little couch. Coming closer she leaned over and smooth ed the pillow softly and tucked the cover closer. Then she bent over the pouch and laid her head npcn the little pillow, then “ You make me very proud, Leone,” said Lord Chandos, “ When you tell me of your happiness; I can only say may it be like the light of heaven eternal.” The few months passed at River View had been most perfectly happyâ€"no shade of care had come over her, no doubt, no fearâ€"nothing that chilled the warmth of her love. nothing that marred its perfect; trust. In some live: there comesa. pause of silent, intense bliss just before the storm, even as the Wind tests before the hurri- cane. Sh'e i-em-embered those words in after years ; and she owned to herself that; they hag'beep most peyfectly true. “You look very happy, Leone,” said Lord Chandos. “I am very happy,’ she replied. “I wrote to my uncle yesterday, Lance. I should like to send him a box filled with everything he likes best.” 1 “ Happy,” she repeated, rather to herself than to h|m ; “I can safely say this, that I have had so much happiness since I have been here that if 1 were wretched all my life afterward I should still have had far more happiness than falls to the lot of many people.” “You small, if it, pleases you, my dar- lin '." he answered. ehe leaned over the side of the boat watching the water, drawing her hand through the clear stream. One morning in autumn, a warm, beautint morning, when the sun shone on the rich red and broWn foliage â€" they were out together on the fair river and the tide was rising and the boat floated lazily on the stream. Lady Chandos wore nbeautiful dress of amber and black that suited her dark, brilliant beauty to perfec- tion. She lav back among the velvet cush- ions,smilin2 as her eyes lingered on the sky, the trees, the stream. She did not know how to be grateful enqugh. mind. She would not think of it. She had blind relianceI blind confidence in her husband; he seemed so carelessly happy and inditferent she could not think there was anything vitally wrong. She was so unubtembly happy, so wonderfully, so thoroughly happy. Her life was a poem, the sweetest. love-story ever written or sung. “Why am I so happy?" she would ask herself at. Limes: “why has Heaven given me so much? all I ever asked forâ€"zâ€"love and happiness?" MOTHER'S LASTING LOVE. THE LATEST CRAZE. Money (TO BE cosrmUED.) in Fatness. I wouldn’t he so fat as She abondoned her‘ stage name, being called by her acquaintances the old Mrs. \Vemmer. Such is life ! And to think that Napoleon was Jealous of her ! She ran away to Germany with Duport, u societnire of the French comedy. The emperor was so mad that he ordered the whole police cf France to look for the fugitive. Fouche, the chief of the imperial police, did his best to bring her back to Paris, but all to no avail. She was jealous herself of Mlle. Mans, another actress belonging also to the French comedy. Alexander, the czar of Russia, wanted her to go to Moscow, his capital, with him. She answered that Bonaparte, the Corsican, was good enough for her and truly she accompanied him during the disastrous campaign of Russia. Not a word was heard from her after the fall of the first empire and lately she was reported living near Bayeux, ()rne. her place of birth. She is 10'} years old and apparently satisfied with the obscure life she has been leading dur- ing more than a. half century. The only souvenir she has kept of her glorious past; is the hat worn by Napoleon in the cele- brated days of “ Vendemiare” (June 12 and 13, 1795). when the French consul received the convention from the hands of the revolutionary parties led by Robes- pierre. Mlle. Georges is very religious and no one who can see her going to the church every Sunday could suspect that she has been the mistress of Napoleon. It; is too bad that Mlle. Georges never could write even a. single letter. Her cor- respondence would have been very interest- ing. She does not talk about the past and the curate other parish does not suspect that he has sucb‘a distinguished parishioner in his congregatlon. PARIS, Sept, 26~â€"In this revival of Na- poleonic interest it is singular that more attention has not been given to one of the many pieces of feminine bric-a-brac belong- ing to the great Corsican. Mlle. Georges is an interesting hold-over from empire days. Her name was mentioned for the last time in 1867. She was supposed to be dead. and yet it appears that she is alive yet near the very place where she was born in 1787. Her right name is Marguerite Josephine Wemmer. She went on the stage when 5 years old, and followed the old Napoleon through all his campaign. In 1803 she was the most brilliant actress of the French comer”, and with Talma, the great tragedlan, she played, at. the re- quest of her imperial lover, before an audience of kings ac Dresden. “You shall appear before a ‘parterre‘ ot crowned heads,” said Napolen, “ii I have to declare war against the whole of Europe.“ And he kept his word. THE FINEST GENERAL CROPS of the continent, In a countny like Can- sds,of magnificent rivers and lakes, the question of expense alone keeps the farmer at the mercy of the skies in the dry regions. But now, with the process cf developement of such a. system of irriga- tion as will be started next spring along the main line of the railway between Medicine Hat and Gleichen presented as an object lesson to other districts, the era. of advancement will begin. An English company not so very long ago tried the etficiency of ordinary watering carts, drawn by horses across parching fields in this very district, but we suppose the inevitable conclusion at last presented it- self, that the country was not suitable for general tanning. Science is on the advance. When we remember that the tendency of modern farming is to cult1vate more and mo/re extensive areas of land, we cannot fail to discern the all-important future relationship of Irrigation to agricul- tural prosperity on the prairie. flllo Georges Ihe Once Brilliant Aclress still lives, aged I07. Meanwhile the Canadian Picific railway engineers have :onfidently reported on the suitabilitv of the company’s land for making the first experiment. The Bow river will supply the water, and the soil, giVen sufficient moisture, may be made to produce, one year with another. per- haps ONE MILLION AC 3E5 upon which the rainfall is very slight. By an Act of Parliament during the recent ses- sion, the land department of the company got permission to select this solid block as the balanceof the (J. RR. grant ; the com- pany undertaking to determine whether Assiniboie or Alberta can be made to do even justice to their soil and climate with out the blessing of plenty of rain fiom the heavens. lfa million of acres in the Terri- tories, subjected to a. proper system of irrigation, can be brought to a high state of development for the production of all crops, the result must be that similar un- dertakings Will be started elsewhere, and the aspect of great stretches of our western country, which in the dry season look bar- ren and unmanageable for general farming, will be revolutionized. The Dominion Government sent a. representative down to the convention held at Denver the other day. M r. Pierce is one of the best men for such a mission, and on his return he will be able to supply the Government with valu- able and additional information on the suhiect. The C. I’. It. Expects to Reclnlm one Mll- llon Acres In the Terrltorles We are glad to learn that the" Canadian Pacific Railway Company intend to go on with their irrigation plans in Assiniboia and Alberta almost immediately. Work Will be started early next spring. and we have no doubt that the proposed interesting op- erations in the country between Medicine Hat and (,‘rleichen will be prosecuted with entire success. Every credit is due to those who are pushing this greatproject for, word. It cannot fail to command attention allover the continent by reason of the ex- tensive area planned out; for fertilization, as well as on account of the well known char- acter of the soil and climate of the Tern. itories. the lands comprize IRRIGATION IN THE WEST‘ NAPOLEON LOVED HER.