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Ican hear it now, Lance me the wind is repeating it.‘ _ r r a “ Yes, I remember it; but these W1” never come true over us, Leone, never. I shall never break my vows or you yours.” “No;yet how the water sung it. over and over arain : “Lance,” she said, “do you remember the mill-wheel and how the water used to sing the words of t_he Song 1"” The somet! face. "It is hard enough,” she replied ; “but; you have taken away the sting. Oh. my darling, you w111 be true no me ‘2 I am only aaimple village gn'l, with nothing. your mother says, to recommend me ,- but 1 love youâ€"I love you. You will be true to me?” “My dearest Leone, you may as well ask if the stars will be true so heaven, or hea- ven to itself, as ask me if I will be true to you. You are my lifeâ€"a. man is not false to his own life. You are soul of my soul-â€" no man betrays his soul ! It would be easier love. ” ful'?” “And to me,” said Lord Chandos ; “but it will soon be over, Leone. You can go on living hereâ€"it is no unusual Lhing for a. lady to live alone while her husband is abroad. You can keep the same servants; you need not. make the least; alteration in your life in any way. Only remain here in silence and patience until I remrn. Now do you see, my darling, it is not so dread- . ‘... “Yes,” she replied, drawing nearer him, and resting her head again on his breast. “The sun will be Iowan the hills, and every living thing will be laughing in its light. The great trees will have grown strong in it, the flowers will have brighten- ed, and the river there, Leone, will be run- ning so deep and clear, kissing the green banks and the osier beds, carrying with it the leaves and flowers that will fall on its bosom, and the garden will be filled with the flowers we love the best. You see that picture, too, my love ?" “Yes, 1 see it,” she whispers. “Wherever I may be,” he continued, “I shall so arrange my journey that I may be with you on the morning of my birthday. You see the pretty white gate yonder where the tall white roses climb in summer? My darling, rise early on the thirtieth of June and watch that gate. Even should such an impossible thing be as that you should never have one word of or from me, get up and watch that gate on the thirtieth of June. You Wlll see me enter. I will part the clustering roses; 1 shall gather the sweet- est, together with the fairest lily that blooms, and bring them to you as emblems of your own dearest self. You will see me walk down the broad path there, and you will meet me at the door.” “Oh, my love, my love !" sighed the girl, “would that it were June now.” He bent down to kiss the loving lips. “It will come, ” he said “let me finish the picture. I shall have aspecial license with me so that we can be re-married that day ; and then the world shall know who is Lady Chandos. Then my lady mother shall seek you who have sought her; then she shall ask to know you, my darling, and this hideous past shall be to us a dream and nothing more. Leone, when sad thoughts come to you promise me that you Will dwell on this picture and forget the other." "I promise, Lance," she said, gently. “You see, my loveâ€"whom I shall sosoon call again by the beautiful name of wifeâ€"- you see that your life does not lie in ruins round you ; the only difierence is that I shall be away.” v_s. .... .. . “urn/go, a...» Aruuu the high spiiit ofuqueen ; but now that the moments of parting had come, both failed her. She clung to him, weeping pas- sionate tearsâ€"«it was so oruelLy hard, for she loved him so well. Her tears rained on his face, her trembling lips could utter no Words for the bitter sobs. Never was sorrow so great, or despair so pitiful. She kissed his face with all the passion of her love. “ Good-bye. my love,”she sighed. “ 0h Lance, be true to meâ€"â€"my life lies in yours.” “ 11’ ever I prove untrue to you, my darl~ ing, let Heaven be false to me,” he said. “ Leone, give me one smile ; I cannot go until I have seen cue.” She tried. He kissed the white lips and the weeping eyes. “Good-bye, my beloved,”he said. “Think of the thirtieth of June, and the reses I. shall bring back with me.” And then lze was gone. CHAPTER XXI. WAITING FOR THE DAY. How the days of that dreary summer passed Leone never knew : the keenest smart of the pain came afterward. At first she was too utterly stunned and bewildered by the suddenness of the blow to realize all that happened. It was impassible to be- lieve that her marriage had been set aside, and that her husband, as she called him, had gone away; but, as the days rolled on, she slowly but surely realized it. There was no break in the terrible monotony. The voice that made such music in her ears was silent, the footsteps that had made her heart beat and her pulse thrill were heard no more ; the handsome face, always brightened with such tender love {or her, no longer brought sunshine and warmth ; it was as though the Very light had gone out of her life, and left it all bleak, dark and cod. For some days the proud heart, the proud, unyielding spirit gave way, and she longed for death; life without Lance seemed so utterly unbearable. Then youth and a naturally strong constitution tri~ umphed. She began to think how much she could learn so as to surprise him on his return. Her soul was fired with ambition; in a few months she would achieve wonders. She set herself so much; she would become proficient on the piano and the harp; she “And that. makes the difference of the whole World tome,” said Leone. “I shall come back to you, Leone, with everything bright, smiling, and beautiful : every rose that, blooms, every bird that sings. every green leaf that springs Willbe a message from me 60 you to say that I am coming :when the wind whispers, and the irees murmur, it, will be the same story, hat I am coming back to my darling. Let us picture the thirtieth of June, and your mind shall rest on that picture. It will be abright day, I know, the sky all blue and clear, nona cloud in in ; but with the half- golden light one sees in June skies. You can see that: picture, Leone '3” “I am your wife, Lance; 1e: others say what they will, you will not- deny it." “Not. I, Leone. You are my mic; and the very first day the law permits you shall hear my mine, just, as you now qhare my heart. and life.” “On the thirtieth day of June,” she sigh~ ed. ‘,1 will count. every hour,e very min- ute until then. I wish, mee, I could sleep along sleep from xhe hour of parsing un- til the hour of meetinq~if1 could burn my face from the light of day and not Open my eyes uzm'l they test on you again. I shall have to 1iVe through ex'cry hour and every minute, and they will be torture.” “The time will soon pasi, Leone, my darling; it will be full of hope, not despair W'hen the green leaves spring and zhe sun- shine warms'the land, you will say to your self, ‘June is coming, and June brings back my love :’when the lark sings and the wood pigeons make their nests, when the haw- thorne blooms on the hedges and the lilac rears its tall plumes, you will say ‘June is near.’ “’hen the roses laugh and the lilies bloom, when the brook sings in mhe Wood, when the corn grows ripe in the meadows, you will say ‘June is come, and it brings my love."’ “My loveâ€"oh, my love,” sighed the girl and her voice had the paseionae sweetnesn of a siren. passionate words reassured her~ aing of hope came over the beautiful for me f0 die than be false to you,my These vows were all forgotten The ring asunder broke.’ LOVE REASONS NUT. CHAPTER XX It seems to She watched with the keenest of love the last leaves fall from the treesâ€"she watched with the keen avidity of love for the white snGw and the wail of wintry winds, for the long, dark nights and gray, cold dawn. As the Weeks passed on her progress was wonderful. She was often amazed at her- self. It was so sweet to study for his sake, to rise in the early momma and work for him. She resolved to give her whole time and attention to it. Thanks to the old books in former Noel’s house, she was better read than the generality of ladies. No toil, no trouble daunted her. She rose in the morn- ing long hours before the rest of the house’ hold were awake, and she read for hours after they were asleep. The masters who attended her, not knowing her motive, Wondered at her marvelous industry. They wondered, too, at the great gifts nature had bestowed upon her~at the grand voice capable of such magnificent cultivation; at the suberh dramatic instinct which raised her so completely above the commonplace; at the natural grace, the beauty of face and attitude, the love of the beautiful and picturesque. They Wondered why so many great gifts, such remarkable beauty and talent should have been lav- ished on One creature. They strove with her â€"the more she learned the more they tried to teach her; the harder she worked the harder they worked with her. For some days the proud heart, the proud, unyielding spirit. gave way, and ‘she longed for death; life WithouL Lance I seemed so utterly unbearable. Then youth ‘ and a. naturally strong constitution tri~ umphed. She began to think how much she could learn so as no surprise him on his return. Her soul was fired with ambition; in a few months she would achieve wonders. She set herself so much; she would become proficient on the piano and the harp; she would improve her singing; she would practice drawing; she Would Make lessons in French and Italian. “I can learn if 1 will,"she said to herself; “I feel power without; limit in myself. If I fix my own willon stunning a. certain object; Ishall not fail. Lance shall find an accomplished wife when he returns.” “Good-bye, my beloved,”he said. “Think of the thirtieth of June, and the roses 1. shall bring back with me.” And then he was gone. “ Good-bye. my Iove,”she sighed. “ 0h Lance, be true to meâ€"â€"my life lies in yours.” “ 11’ ever I prove untrue to you, my darL . ‘ I) ' mg, let; Heaven be Ialse to me, he sand. “ Leone, give me one smile ; I cannot; go until I have seen cue.” “ I will do anything you tell me, Lance. You will let, me write to you every day, and you must write often to me.” “ I will, sweet ; but you will not be un- easy if my letters are not, so frequent as yours; the foreign post. is not so regular as ours ; and if we travel in Germany I may not be always able to write,” “ I will trust you,” said the loving voice. “I am sure you will never fail me.” She was proud as an empress, she had the high spirit. ofaqueen ; but, now that, the moments of parting had come, bobh failed her. She clung to him, weeping pas- sionate tearsâ€"«i: was so cruelLy hard, for she loved him so Well. Her tears rained on his face, her trembling lips could utter no words for the bitter sobs. Never was sorrow so great, or despair so pitiful. She kissed his face with all the passion of her love. ful. time. “ I do not think thew are many people capable of loving as you do, Leone,” he re- plied, “ and now, my darling, I must leave you. Leone, spend all your time in study. A few months more of work as hard as the last three months, and my beautiful wife wxll be as accomplished as she is grace- “ No,” he replied :but his handsome face had grown paler, and the shadows of deed trouble lay in his eyes. She raised her face to his again. ” Lance,” she asked gencly, “do you think that. any creatureâ€"any one has ever loved anothex as well. as Ilove you? I often wonder about it. lsee wives happy and contented, and I wonder if their husbands’ smiles make heaven to them as yours do to me.” 83h She laid her hand on his arm. “Lance,” she said, "1 had a terrible dream last night. I could not sleep for many hours_ When at last my eyes closed I found myself by the old mill-stream. thought that I had been driven there by some pain [00 great for words, and I flung myself into the etream. Oh, Lance, my loveâ€"Lenoe. I felt, myself drowning. I felt my body floating. then sinking. My hair caught in the bending branches of a tree. The water filled my eyes and my ears. I died. In my sleep I went through all the pain of death. My last thought Was of you. ‘ Lance,’ I cried, in death as in life, Lance. come back to me in dEmLh V.’ It wasa. horrible dream, was it not 1 Do you think Ah. Lance, my loveâ€"Lance, willib hap- pen toneibher 01 us to find peacs in. the Lance. come back to me it horrible dream, was it not. it will ever come true '1" " It is only y She laid her hand 0 No, we shall find peace in life first," he §tudy willhefp you to pass a.wa the she went, on :1 the gmv there alox our fancy, "e would hide me peac my darling,” he date, and when that day came mix}; month later, he really died. Co]. James H. Church, of Todd County, Ky., always had faith in his dreams. He greamedfihap he _Was to die on a certain She smiled after he was gone, half flat- tered by his Words, yen half amazed. Could what he said be true? Was this dramatic power, as he called it; the power she had felt wiLhiu herself which made her rliffezent to others ? Then she laughed again. What, did in matter to herâ€"her life would be spent under the shelter of her husband’s loveâ€" the husband who was to claim her in June. given to the world. If you went on the stage I venture to prophesy you would drive the world mad.” She laughed. “It, is just, as well, Lhen, that the worlti is saved from madness,” she said. “Ibis not, well for the world of art, "said Signor Corli. “No, not talent,”he replied,“but genius. Once in every hqqdredfiyears such a. one is “Because you have the genius which would make you the finest; dramatic singer in the world,” he replied ; “ you would be the very queen of song. I repeat itâ€"ib is ten thousand pibies you have been placed in such imposition the stage could never attract you.” ' “No‘ it, certainly will not,” she said. “But do you think I have really talent for it, Signor '3” 1101' “It is ten thousand pities,” he said, “that, you have a'posicion which forbids you to think of the stage.” Shelaughed at the mme. “The stage '3” she repeated. “Why, sig- ,7nrn “Der Freiachutz,” and he marveled at; her wonrderful voice and execution. She was much struck by a conversation she had one day with Signor Corli, her singing-master. She had sung, to his in- tense delight and satisfaction, one of the mpsb difficult, and beautiful cavatiuas from "“D'_b birds. the soaring {arkâ€"the cooing wood- pigeon. Only a fsw more weeks nqw, and the gu‘l grew beautiful every day as her hope grew nearer its fulfilment. “I want, you to tell me the exact truth,” she said to one of the masters. “I will tell you any truth you Wish to hear,” he said. “I want you to tell me this. If you met me anywhere, and did not know that in my youth I had received no training, should you, from anything in my manner, find it out?” he so irequentor so long ; nut- that was no matter ;he had less time, perhaps ; and being with his parents not so much op- portunity. V Her faith in him never lessened, never faltered, never wavered. True, she wondered at times why he had gone to his parents, why he had joined them after the cruel way in which they had behaved. She could not; quite under- stand. It seemed to her at times almost disre- spect to her that he shbuid associate with themnntil than had nunlnniom} on kn. The youthful Kbedive of Egypt does not smoke, and is Strictly obedient to the Knran’s injunction not to use strong drink, but he finds various ways of amusing himself. One is in his yachts, of which he has four, the largest being aboutas‘big as an ocean liner. Under his rule woman’s position is fastimproving in Egypt, and harem life is dissppeariug. By the Mo- hammedan law an Egyptian is permitted to have four Wives, but at present it is cnn- sidered bad form for a man to have more than one heipmate. Nothing. Leone thought, could be more natural. His leavers from Rome were not so irequenbor so long ; but that was no matter ;he had less time, perhaps ; and being with his parents not so much op- pofiunity._ She was happy after that; people would not. be able to laugh at him and say he had married a. low-born wife. She would be equal to any lady in the land when she was Lajy Chaudoa. The spring was giving way to the laug- ing, goiden-hued summer. He had gone to Italy ; his parents were there ; they had been spending Lhe spring in Rome and he had_joined them. “No, he replied frankly. “I would defy any one to know that you have not. been born the daughter of a. duke. Permit me to say, and believe me I am sincere, your manner and conversation are p81" faction.” She was almost ready for hin‘. It was April now, and she had worked without intermission. She loved to thunk of his pleasure when he found her so improved. She delighted in picturing what he would say, and how he would reward her with kisses and caresses; how he would praise her for her efforts; how proud even he would be of her. She wentinbo a. very ecstasy of delight than. Golden primroses and pale cowslips came: the sweet. violets bloomed, the green leaves budded, the birds began to sing; it was sping, delicate, beautiful spring, and in June he Would come. Each one brought her nearer and nearer; every day was a. pain past and a nearer joy. \Velcome to the nipping frost and the north- ern winds; welcome the hail, the rain, the sleetâ€"it. brought him nearer. How she prayed for him with the loving simplicity of a child. If Heaven would but spare him, would save him from all dangers, would send him sunny skies and favorable Winds. would work miracles in his behalf, would even all accident; by rail and road, would bring him back to her longing, loving arms â€"ah, if the kind, dear Heaven would do Lhis. When she Went out for her daily walks she met; the poor, the wretchedâ€"she would give liberal alms; and when they said : She will never forget the day on which she 58W the first snow-drop. It, Was like a. message from a lovely modest flower, rais- ing its white head as though it would say to her, “No more tears; he is coming.” It. was pitiful to see how the one precious hour of the day was the hour In which she wrote to him those long,10viug letters that; were poems in themselves. He wrote, but not so often; and she saw from the news- paper reports of all that he did and where he went. "God bless your bonny face, my lady," she would say: “No, not, mine; ask him to bless some one else; some one whom I love and who is far away.” ‘ It seemed to her like the turning part of a. life~time when Christmas Day was passed. Now for the glad New Year which was to bring hlm back to her. The fivst days of the year were months to her. This year W'Ls to bring her love,her husband, her marriageâ€"allâ€"blessed new year. When the bells chimed on the first day she went, to church, and kneeling with those true of heart and simple faith of her. self she prayed the new year might, bring him home. (TI) BE CONTINUED.) was gone, half flat- yet half amazed. be true? Was this called it the power The Lord's Prayer. A. N. Jennaris, anative Greek, con~ tributes a. loug and scholarly article to the Contemporary Review, in answer to the question : “Isthe English Version of the Lord’s Prayer a. faithful representation of the original as recorded in St. Matthew?" He takes up th petitions seriatim - not only translates itch word, but tries to get at the significance of the word in the original, and then gives us the Lord’s Pray- er in this form : “ ‘Our Father which art in heaven, hallowed be thy nameâ€"Thy do~ minion comeâ€"Thy (fixed) purpose be done: as in heaven, so too on earth. Give us this day our mere (01‘ simple) breed, and forgive us our debts, as we forgive our debtors theirs : and let us not fall into a tempter’s snare, but deliver us from the evil one.’ And if we admit the spurious doxologyâ€" ‘For Thine is the dominion, and the power, and the glory for ever. Amen. ’ ” A correspondent. telegraphs:â€"An extra- ordinary scene was witnessed at aChe- shire wedding yesterday. The bridegroom was received with groans and biases and a. running fire of abuse was kept up through- out the ceremony by a party of ladies from \Vinsford. Their hostility seemed to arise from the notion that the bridegroom was marrying the wrong girl. On leaving the church he was mobbed, his hat being knocked off, his face scratched and coat; corn. The bridegroom was at length rescued by the bride and escaped in a. gig. Abner Dorsett, a. nezro living in Hickory Mountain township, North Carolina, hasa head which measures thirty-two inches in circumference. 1 A correspondent says that the Attorney- Geneml of Jamaica, Mr. Constantine Burke, is coloured, and there are four dis- tinguished men of colour in the Legislative Council,.\1r. George Stiebel has been§knight- ed by the Queen for his services of pro- moting the success of the Jamaira EXhlb-' itiou, besides representatives in the Judi- cial and Administrative departments of the Government, and it is only a. question of time when the entire government of the colony will be in their hands. 9. day when Frau Watgner discevered him last spring. His heroic tenor voice induced her to bring him to Bayreuth, where he has been studying singing, receiving mean- while 536 a month for exPenses until the first salary day at the theatre comes round. I The Empress Frederick has induced the two Berlin societies of amateur photo- graphers to co-operate in bringing about an international exhibition of photographs by amateurs in 1895. Herr Majesty has under- taken to be patrouess, and has requesced the Princess Henry to act as her substitute on the committee. The death is announced of the Rev. Robert Selkirk Scott, D. D., Secretary of the United Presbyterian church in Eng- land. Dr. Scott was a favorite pupil of Sir William Hamilton, the great. Scotch metaphysioian, and acred for some time in his place in the University of Edin- burgh. l The latest pretender no the “ throne" of France is Mohammed‘ben-Bourbon. He claims descent from one of the Bourbon princes. Who went to Algiers an che time of Louis XIV. He is a cattle dealer an Bougle, in Algeria. Campanini was a. blacksmith,and \Vetch- tel apostilion. Now we have a. woodman from the forest who aspires to becomes vocal star. Alois Burgsmller, who sang the part of “Heurich,”one of the minstrel knights in “Taunhauser,” at Bayreuth,wae a. woodchopper in Upper Bavaria at '23 cents A good story is being told in London of Mark Twain, whoselittle daughter is quite independent in hercriticisms of her famous father. Some one recently asked the young lady about one of his recent: books, when she replied:â€"-“Really. I can’t give an opinion. Papa’s Dooks bore me terribly. I haven’t read hall of them. Papa. is the nicest thing in the world, but, oh dear, I do wish he was no: a. famous funny man." Mark Twain himself is greatly delighted with his child’s appreciation of his work. Two Russians, M. Menkhoudjinefl' and M. Uulanofi, recently arrived at, Shanghai after ajourney of two years and nine months through Thibeb, in the course ofwhich they visited Lhasaa, and had an interview with the Dalai Lama. It is the first time since 1811 that Europeans have accomplished this feat. Signor Crispi is writing a. history of the Marsala Thousand, or an account of Gari- baldi’s expedition at; the head of 1,000 fol- lowers aga-inab the two Sicilies in 1860. The expedition was planned by Crispi himself, who has many unpublished documents bearing on it in his possession. Readable Paragraphs About Same or the Great Folks or the World. The Prince of \Vales says that ” Rabid: son Crusoe " was the favourite book of his childhood. Mr. {uskin’s chef de- light in his youth was the “Arabian Nights.” J..\I. Barrie says that nothing equals a. day in bed. It is better than 8. holiday at the seaside. Spend the whole day in bed, and then next morning jump into a. cold bath. This treatment wxll make you fee. as if you have been a. week at the seaside The Japanese, Sisaburi Mikenbata, who saved the life of the Czarewitch of Russia when in Japan in 1891, has been declared exempt from service in the present war by the Mikado. Mikonbata draws a pen- sion of $600 a year from Russian Govern- ment A Popular Bridegroom. PERSONAL POINTERS. Litnle Johnny-~“I guess Imusc be a. very goodmatured boy.” AunLyâ€"“Why so ?" Little Johnny~”School has been open about a. month, and I haven’t wished any- thing awful would happen we the teacher yet.” Japan’s Big Contract. We do not believe that Japan or an other power can break up the Chinese em pire. It is u very old institution and a. ver ' solid one. It has weathered many was} situdes during the 5,000 years of its history. It is very Well knit together, and is com- pact and orderly. It has seen many changes of dynasty, but has flourished though them all. Its people, though of different races and languages, live in good accord. Its system of government seems to be, On the whole, very well adapted to their character which is mild and peaceful. Its territory. is about the right size {orits population. China. a. very great and strong empire, by far the most populous country in world. Its cus- toms are of immemorial antiquity. ’l‘he Japs are talking very loudly of their de- signs against China. We do not believe they can carry them out, even if they capture Pekin. The Chinese can fight as fiercely as the “ foreign devils" when forc- ed to fight, and, in this Century, they have showu their ability to do so. “'e believe that the breaking up of China, or its partition, or its complete subjugation by any other power, wouul be an unfortun- ate thing for the whole World, more especi- ally for all the countries and governments of Asia. “ Ever since that sickness, that death, and that resurrection, these changes of color have taken lace in my hair. There is scarcely a. week in which a change of some kind does not, occur. My hair is black now and has been so for two days. 15 will change soon but to what color I can never foretell. It. is no parcicular incon- venience to me except; when my hair is half black and half grey and ahen I am stared at as though I were a. preambulating museum. “ No, I‘ve never been dead since then and I don’t care to be 111ml it’s a real death.’ and stuck in the floor at my side. The family rushed in, but I was unconscious a. second after-I cried. They Worked with me for several days and I finally recovered. They told me the story of my death, but; no one could describe the death that I had lived â€"â€"as I had experienced it. The sight: of that; dagger raised above my heart was a. picture I can never eiface from my mem- ory, and the misery in which I lived dur- ing those few seconds could never be fully told. but I could not, breathe a. word. I tried to move, but not a. muscle would respond to my wishes. I could hear, but not very dis- tinctly, the arrangements being made for my funeral. All that night. I was alone laid out on the stretcher awaiting for the under- taker to put in his unwelcome appearance in the morning. I could hear my mother weep- ing in an adjoining room and now and then she would otfer up a. prayer for her darling child. It was in awful agony that I passed the night. Time after time I strived to ex- tricate myself from the horrible fate of being buried alive, but not a. finger could I move. THE UNDERTAKER’S DAGGER. “At 10 o’clock the undertaker came. I heard him express to my father a desire to be left alone with me and I. knew very Well what that meant. He was always very particular not to bury anybody aliveand for that reason he always carried a. small steel dagger which he plunged into his charge as a. part of the preparation for burial. He came into the room, took hold of my arm and let it. fall. u “ ‘He’s dead,’ he said half aloud, ‘buq its only a matter of form,’ and with Lhos words he removed the clothes from m left breast? and raised the blade above me.1 Just, then I shrieked. is quite a. story connected with it. Up un- til I was 14 years old. there was not a. more healthy boy in the country than I. I was a large and strong youngster for my age, and father used to say that I was worth any two men on the place. Well, about that time I was taken sick with epilepsy. I lingered between life and death for several weeks, and finallyâ€"I remember the circumstances wellâ€"at 12:03 o’clock Sun day morning, with the family clustered around my bedside, I died. At iesst,that is what the doctor in charge claimed, and as there was no sign of lite about my body, the family had no reason to disbelieve his statement. All this time I lay there and could see all that was going on about me. I wanted to speak and tell them THE DOCTOR DECLARED BUT THE UNDERTAKER MEANT TO BE SURE. Hisam W. Stark, who resides near Mor- gantown, \V. Va, Where he owns and cul- tivates a modelfarm of 200 acres, hasa pecu- liaricy than is most original and scriking. This peculiarin is his hair. He never knows, when he pulls off his heavy boots alter a hard day’s work, and gets ready to retire what color his hair will be when he wakes up the next morning. Sometimes it is grey all over ; sometimes it is black ; again in is half grey and have black, and perhaps there will be several days in which there will he no change at all. Again he will wake up after a. good night’s rest to find thus he possesses a. head of auburn hair, which any society belle would envy. SAID HE \VAS DEAD. “I can’t: tell you the reason why these changes of color take place,” said Mr. Stark to an enquirer. “If I could I would be doing something WhICh the physicians have been worrying about for years, but. I can tell you what. brought. in aboutâ€"and there So he Dro‘v a Dagger to 5th) the “an In a Tram-1'. and liver Since Then (IN' Lallor's Ilnlrt‘luulzcs (‘olur Every Day. Very Good Natured. HE WAS DEAD. THE DAGGER FELL I WAS NOT DEAD subjugatioz an unfortun more especi‘