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CHAPTER VII. “1 think, Miss Desmond. I shall go abroad next week,” said Mrs. Seville, breaking silence one dull, drizzling, depressing November day, when they were sitting by the fire in the smaller of the two drawingJooms. Mrs. Seville had been in deep thought, and .Hope diligently making a. long strip of lace which usually occupied her when hete-s-tete wish her patroness and not reading aloud. “Do you wish me to accompany you '3” “Yes, of course. You are very ready to Jesve me." “No, indeed, Mrs. Seville; Ishould be sorry to do so ; but I wish you to feel quite free. The secret of comfort in such a relationship as ours is that we are not bound to each'other." There was another pause. “Very likely,” resumed Mrs. Seville. as if she had been reflecting. “However, I do not wish to part company as yet. I must say you are one of the few young women- indeed, young or oldâ€"who have any com- mon sense, though your ideas on some pomts are by no means sound.” “Wth are my chief errors ‘3” asked Hope with the pleasant feerlessness which was one of her chief attractions to the imperiou‘i little plutocret. “You are e sentimentalist in some directions, and you do not recognize the true value of money. The first is weakness; the second, wilful blindness." “I dare say I am weak,” returned Hope: laying down her work and speaking thoughtfully ; “but do you know, Mrs. Seville, I think I have a truer estimate of the value of money than yourself ‘2” “How do you make that out 7” Mrs. Seville spoke with some degree of interest. “I know that a. certain amount is necesâ€" sary, that, real poverty is degrading, that every right-minded individual will strive {‘nd boil for a. sufficiency, enough to secure 1Independence and respectability ; but, after that, what, can money buy? Not healthmor a sense of enjoyment, intelligence, nor the perception of beatuy, nor that crown of life, love. Very moderate means will per- mit of fullest pleasure in all these, but they must be all the free gilt of nature; gold cannot buy them." “And with them all,” returned Mrs. Saville, "you can never lift your head above the obscurity of a mean position, it you only possess moderate means.” “That does not seem a hardship to me. It is true 1 never knew what ambition meant, and therefore I am no fair judge of what is essential to an ambitious spirit; bu; men have attained to great power and yet had but little money.” "Not: chemâ€"not nine 1 ; while to Women with their more limited sphere, money is still more essential. It every one was as philosophic as yourself, Where should we be? Where would civilization. inventions, improvement, employment. be, if men did not haste to be ome rich?" “But I do not object, to people becoming rich, and I acknowledge that men who amass large fortunes are often benefactors to their fellows. Ionly urge that great: wealth is not. essential to individual happi- ness, and that. men who increase knowledge and social improvement, who invent and explore, are benefactors equally with those who make the money which pays for it all." “We are like the two knights who fought over the color of the shield, Miss Desmond. You must grant that if wealth cannot buy health it can at least mitigate suffering; and it certainly can buy esteem, if it can- not buy love. As to love, who feels exuept the young and the imaginative? In is but another form of selfishness; some quality in another gl'atifies you or flutters you, and you think that person essential to your ex- istence.” r“There is something more in it than that?" said Hope, gently ; “you mush know thatfl Dld you never love any one your- self “I think,” said Hope slowly, “than you could love very much.” She stopped, and grew 5 little paler than usual. “Pardon me if I take -a liberty in speaking my opinion." “No ; go on ; you amuse me. ’ “We scarcely know what gifts we poss- ess till circumstances call them out, and yours may noL have drawn out your facul- ties in that direction. ButI am quite sure the remarkable strength of your nature would muke your love strong Loo." “Really, Miss Desmond, you are u pro- found scudent. of human nature. Unfor- tunately for the development of my affections, I am not What is called a. lovable person." “Yes ; at least I thought I did, and small thankslhad for it. But I am not sure that my reason is not. Loo strong for my afiections.” “No,” said Hope, quietly, “not what a surface observer would call lovable ;you are too contemptuous of weakness, which you cannot understand ; but if steadiness of purpose, a sense of Justice, honor, and loyalty, are worthy of love, you ought to beloved. When I came to you, my first inclinn'..on was to fear you, and I deter- mined not to yield to it, or if I found it insurmountable, to leave you. You cannot support the companionship of ’ a spirit interior to your own. “And you consider yours equal no mine '1” asked Mrs. SavilleI with a slight smile. “ I do,” returned Hope, steadily. “ You are mysuperior in knowledge, in experience, in ab)lity,in strength and will; but my opin- ions, my individuality, are my own ; I will never yield them to the mere authority of any creature, even to one I respect as I do you. If. in speaking as I think, I offend, we are not bound to live together amoment longer that is agreeable. [may love you one day ; I will never allow myself to fear you.” THE YOUNG LIEUTENANT. " You are rather a curious girl. I do ,1: girlish simplicity for dear George is quite touching. Of course the Lumleys are enchanted at the possibility of such a marriage. I wonder does it ever occur to them to count up the number of aspirants Miss Dacre has encouraged and thrown, over ! I do not myself quite understand Why George Lumley hung about here so much. I fancy he was rather laughing at the future Baroness Castletonmnd he is too much a. Seville to do what he doesn’t like, leven for a wealthy marriage.” I “I must say. Mrs. Savxlle, that seems to me erring in the right direction." “1 suppose it does, to you. To me it seems weak self-indulaence, when you i consider the position George Lumley is born to, and which he is bound to keep “pin J.-. u . ‘ . .u ‘ I A n) __A_.__...A f not. wish people to fear me they_?” J . “I do not suppose you do ; but you have a dominant will, which wealth gives you the power to exercise, and it colors your manner." “I have always been well serve. ." “ No doubt.” “Well, Miss Desmond, you have interest- ed me a good deal, and, as you say, when- ever I grow too tyrannical, or you grow too fearless, We can part company. At any rate, you are more of a. rational being than most young women. Now as to my plans for this winter. I cannot stand being worried by the people I know in London, and my relations ; so I propose going to Dresden, a town where one meets few English. I have had enoughofmycompattiotsforthepresent. I shall come to Paris in the spring ; and afterâ€"oh, that is too remote to think of. I had a letter this morning from Mary Dacre. She is staying in Yorkshire, at some wild country house, where she hunts and shoots in modern-young- lady fashion. She threatens to re- turn here with her ohedient father on the 7th and that idiot George Lumley in her train. Lady Olivia writes that the prefer- ence dear Mary Dacre shows with surh After a few days’ rest, Mrs. Saville set, out for Germany, and in the quiet routine of their comfortable life there the current, of this “ower true tale” seemr-d to atag~ nate. “r. "What a terrible bir1 lWight !” returned Hope Desmond, laughn g, as she resumed hex lacework, and. tea coming in at that. moment, the conversation was interrupted. Back in bright Earls, now decked in her garden-puny dress of chestnut-blossoms lilacs, and laburuums, some six or seven months aherwards. n ers. Saiii-llérlitidV spent a very tranquil winter. She had rarely been free from irritation for so long a pgfinfi. Fur a week or two at: Christmas she had been a good de31 tried by a. visit from her son, who, to her surprise. brought his cousin, George Lumley. With him. That over she settled down Again to her books, her fancy-work. of which she wa; rather proud, her game of what. Milh some old Grafs and Barons attached to the little court, some of whom had duhhled in diplo- macy and even spenta few years in London. and frequent visits to the opera. for almost her only reml pleasure was music. .u I 1 ..-. _...J N V. r- If. six months before, Mrs. Saville had missed her companion when she was absent for acouple of days, the idea of parting with her now would have struck her with dismay. She had softened gradually but cousiderably,â€"so gradually that Hope Desmond had to look back and recall her first impressions to measure the change. , J r“' 7 r _ The weather was fine, the sky blue, and sunshine beautified all things. It seemed impossrble not to partake of the general exhilaration which pervaded the atmos- phere. Yet M rs. Saville’s expression, if less hard, was infinitely sadder than formerly, and, though Miss nesmond’s eyes were calm and her air composed, there were shadows beneath the former and a some- what worn look in her expressiva face. She was thinner, too, as if she had borne some mental strain. It was afternbon, and the Champs-Elysees were crowded wnh screams of equipages pouring out Lo the Bois. Stemming this .. n .11 I ff ,, 7, .__ ,1 l’ V ‘ ’ ‘ ~ ' ‘ ‘ ‘ ’ ' u current: .‘vlrs. Saville and Hope returned from their earlier drive, and on arriving at the hotel, found another open carriage dre \n up at the entrance. from which a. gorgeouslyâ€"dressed lady was leaning while she spoke to the porter. He made a gesture towards the new arrival, whereupon the lady looked round and displayed the well- known features of Miss Decre. “ How fortunate 1” she cried. “ Here, open the door; let me out l" And she sprang upon the ground. “My dear Mrs. Seville, I only just heard by the merest accident that you were in Paris. We have been at You for two months, and are on our way home.” “0h, endeed," returned Mrs. Seville, rather dryly, as she descended very deliberately and submitted to he kissed by her young friend. “I am sorry for your poor father. Why could you not let him rest in peace among his turnips and mangle wurzels '3" “Why, I must think of myself sometimes, you know. How do you do, Hope? I film so glad to see you ! I cannot, say you are looking very flourishing. Isuppose you are coming in, so I can pay you a nice visit. though I have a. hundred and one things to do. I suppose you have your old rooms Mrs. Saville. We are at the Bristol. I wonder you stay here, it is so slow.” “Quite fast enough tot me; but come “‘She is as cross as ever,” whispered Miss‘ Dacre to Hope as they ascended to Mrs. ‘ Saville's apartments. “I don’t wonder at your looking worn out." Hope laughed and shook her head. “You are comfortable enough here, I must say," resumed Miss Dacre, looking round the handsomely-furnished room. which was sweet with flowers and flooded with soft light, the strong sunshine filtering through the outer blinds. “Well. dear Mrs. Saville, and how are you after burying yourselfnlive in Germany all the winter 7 It is such nquesr place to go "Quite fast upsyqirs.” well ." “Well. you don’t look so. We had a wild time at Herondyke. I was there for nearly a monLh. Lady Olivia is quite too good-natured. ,Then she and the girls came over to Castleton. but your son per- suaded George Lumley to go with him to Dresden. A great, mistake ! Csytain "I like Germany, and] am remarkably CHAPTER. VIII Why should Lumley was quite cross when he returned, â€"said it; was a God-forgotten-hole ! Imet. Mr. Vignolles at Pau,"â€"et,c., etc. And Miss Dacre turned on a. rapid flow of gossip. As soon as she made a. pause for breath. Mrs. Saville said, wearily: me 5: cup‘ aurived at the height; bf good afternoon tea. yey’f . .r m ~n m1 ,4, rm“By 311 means. The Parisians have improvpd immepsgly, but; they have not. I éiilence on the part of Mrs. Saville, while Miss Dacre Slpped her tea. ‘ “W hen~do you come back to London,Mrs. Saville ‘1" “Not this year. I tray go to Inglefield in the autumn.” Â¥ “I suppose you know Richard is bring- mg out a work on ‘The Romans in Lincoln- shire,’illusxramed,with notes and appendixes ad lib. 2 It; will cost a. small fortune they n say. “They say 2 Who say 2" “Oh, the literary world. I am thinking of publishing extracts from the Archives of Castleton Forest. There are lots of old deeds and letters in the munimeizt-room, especially about the Long Parliament times. One must really write something now.” “Indeed! Can’t, you compile a time- table of the trains between Cashleton,Uptou and London, copying Bradshaw freely? It: would answer all purposes, and give you very little trouble.” “ Dear Mrs. Saville, what, an idea ! Now I want you to do men. favor; Let, Miss Desmond come with me to the Opera Comique this evening. They give ‘ Le pent Duc.’ My father has instituted a headache and I rather want; a. chaperon. It. will non be very late. ” “ Miss Desmond is perfectly free to do as she likes.” “ If you can find any other chapel-on I am quite ready to stay at home," said Hopgismiling. “ Now, do not) be disagreeable. I want you to come with me.” Hope did not. answer. and after some further pour-parlers it, WAS arranged that Miss Dacre should call for her favorite confidante that, evening en route for the theatre. ’ “ I have a. hundred and one things to say to you.” whispered Miss Deere when Hope Desmond escorted her to the stair after she had taken leave of Mrs. Saville. “ The same mysterious fate still dogs me. I do not know what spell binds George Lumley to silence. Poor fellow ! I am so sorry for him! I rather imagined he thought I was going to Dresden last winterâ€"heaven only knows why. You will be ready at seven- thirty, willyou not 7" “ Yes, certainly." ‘ When Hope returned to Mrs. Saville she ‘found that lady's maid removing her out- Idoor garb and arranging her mistress on lthe sofa as if for a siesta. “ I would have saved you from this infliction if I could." she said, presently." when Hope thought she was going to sleep, “ but. polibesse’, as well as noblesse oblige ! Mary Dacre was always foolish; she is now absolutely idiotic. I am not surprised that, Hugh had no patience with her ; Hugh was always instinctive. He is like me in many things. " “I am always doomed to disappoinf menbl" she went on,a.sif speaking out her thoughts. “There is Richard ; he will be a dilettante and a nobody all the Jays of his life. I never wasted any anticipation on him. But Hugh might be auyihiugfls statesman, Hape listened with nervous attention, growing alternately red ani wnite. Never before had Mrs. Saville named her ofl‘euding son, and Hope feared to utter a word that might. ofieud or divert the current of her choqgth.» a. leader of men. I would have done anything to push his fortunes. All my hopes, all my ambitious, centered in him ; and you knowâ€"you must have heardâ€"how he repaid me. “ Yes, I have heard," returned Hope, in such tremulous accents that Mrs. Saville looked up, as if surprlsed and touched by her keen sympathy, “It seems very cruel.” “ Seems! It is. To be forgotten, thrown over, for the sake of a. pretty face, a whim of passion. after years of devotion! It, is intolerable; it, is not, to be forgiven. An unsuiLable wife is A millstone round a man’s neck that, will drag him to perdibion ; but I leave her punishment to him. He will hire of her, and he will curse the day he ever saw her, and sa’srificed his mother and careerâ€"everythingâ€"to a passing fancy. >‘11V17igsvfié31kén'd, the téa. is ready. Gi M‘; Was alterrigle misfiake,â€"â€":aâ€"-" ' She stopped sudde9]y_._ “Are you ill?” You look white a faint !” exclaimed Mrs. Saville. roused attention by the sudden cessation of 1 voice. “ Only a little giddy and dazed; the sun was so strong today,” returned Hope, steadying her voice by a strong offers. “ I felt faint when we were driving round the lakes. But, dear Mrs. Seville, may I say that greater blame attaches no the girl who allowed your son to sacrifice himself for her, than to him 3” as the wife of a. paw mival officer is not, quite a. bed of roger.” “'No doubt, she is a. designing minx. But, she will find that she reckoned without her host when she caught. my spa.“ Existence 1m” 77 r V “And suppose she proves a. devoted wife, prudent. careful,se1f-denying, would you not in time forgive Her, and pardon him for his misfortune in falling a victim boâ€"her designs 7” --_.,._- . "You suppose whatiu highly improbable; but even if this woman prove a gem of the finest water, that will do nothing towards pushing my son in his career. All must come from him; and a. wiie endowed with money or interest, or both, can do so much for a. man. Muddening as all this is, what. embitters me most is my wn’scontempnuou’s disregard of me. To marry without sword of nouice, an attempt to win my consent. was an insult. was an insult. “But, Mrs. Seville, if I may venture to speak on a subject: so near your heart, do you not think that the hopelessness of gaining your consent held him back from making the attempt ?"‘ ‘ I 1,, 1,,“ “It. should havéheld him back also from such ungrateful disobedience. He knew he woul breakâ€"no, not break my heart,â€" mine is not the kind of heart which breaks, ;â€"bub harden it, with a hardness shat pain, with a dull indescribable aching." And she Blessed ller hand on her bolsom. n “Oh, yes, it was wrongâ€"terribly wrong," cried Hope, and there was a sound of tears in her voice, “huh you know your son’s nature (I have heard all about his unfortun- ate marriage from Miss Rawson). Righuly or wrongly, he loved this girl with all his heart, and she was singularly desolate, You look whine and ,n her friendless, penniless. How could he desert her, being the man he is? how could he help her erfectually save as her husband? It was imprudent, I know, and very wrong, but not, unpardonable. Dear Mrs. Saville, think how unhappy your son must be, part- ed from you as he is, and, oh, think of the and future of self-reproach and regret you are creating for his unhappy Wife}: ‘ “Do not talk such sentimental rubbish to me, Miss Desmond. It is not like your usual quiet. good sense HM! Mr. Rawson placed you With me to plead Hugh’s cause? If so, it is wasted ingenuity. I will not be talked over ; nor does Hugh think it worth While to make any attempt at; reconcilin- Dion." “Probably he fears it; would embitter you were he to try.” “No i It is pride and obstinacy. He has something of my own nature. How proud I was of him once E” “And so you will be again,’ cried Hope cheerfully. “Foolish, faulty, he may be, but; he has done nothing unworthy of a man of honor. Does a marriage of alfec- tion incapacitate a man from distinguish- ing himself in his profession ? Do you not believe than when the heart. is satisfied and at resb, the inbelleco works more freely and clearly ‘2” “And do you think that the heart will long rest, satisfied when the lot. 0! its owner is poverty and obscurity 3 There, that. is enough. I w ill not hear excuses or pleading for my son. If I though; Mr. Rawson suggested such interference, I would beg you to leave me at. once.” ' “Which I can do to-morrow, if you Wish,” said Hope, her pale cheek flushing quickly, though she spoke with a pleasann smile. Mrs. Ssville laughed. “You know I should not like you to leave me,” she said, more genially than Hope once thought she could ever speak. "Nor need you do so, if you will avoid vexed questions.” Hope bent her head. “Tell me.”resumed Mrs. Saville. "if you did leave me what should you do '2" “I am not absolutely Without resources,” returned:Hope, “and I should try to find pupils or some similar employment to this." “ But you prefer staying where you are ‘2” " Yes, very, very much.” " There is a. tone of sincerity in your words. Pray read to me for a. while, and let us have no more agtations." This long-wished-for opening appeared to Hope to have done very little good. She wrote an account of it to Mr. Rawson. Indeed, her correspondence with the Rawâ€" son family was very constant. Every week m thick letter went to Miss Rawson, and every week came a. punctual reply. Some- times these letters sent Hope to her daily tasks with a. soft, happy smile on her lips: sometimes her quick-falling tears bedewed the paper as she read. But, through smiles and tears, she never failed in her duty to her employer who grew more and more dependent on her daughterly care and attention. Mrs. Saville had invited some friends who were passing through Paris to dine with her that day. so Hope felt. no com- punction about leaving her alone, though she was by no means anxious to accompany Miss Dacre, who constant confidences about: Lumley made her feel uncomfortable; for during his visib to Dresden she had per- ceived what was the real attraction which brought. him there, and she had a sense of guilt, towards Miss Dacre which oppressed her. “ however, she will be going away soon,” was her reflection as she dressed, always in black. but not now in such mourning,â€" black lace over black satin, her snowy neck and arms showing through their trans- parent covering, and a jet comb shining among the abundant, coils of her rich, dark- chestnut hair. I am so glad you could come!” cried Miss Dacre, when she got into the carriage, “I cannot go quite by myself, and there is no one else in Paris I care to have. Do you know, my father says he thinks he saw George Lumley on the Boulevards this morning.” ixlrndged ! Well, we have seen nothing of him. ‘ The house was crowded with a brilliant audience. The music was light and spark- ling. Many glasses were turned to the box occupied by the two distinguished-looking English women. Hope Desmond had had a budget from her faithful friend Miss Raw- son that evening, and something in the contents had sent her forth with a bright color and a smiling face. Even Miss Dacre, self-absorbed as she usually was thought “How handsome Hope is looking I” That young lady, who had been sweeping the house with her opera-glen, suddenly started, and exclaimed, “Why, there is George anlev in the balcony opposite 1 He is with Lord Everton. Is it not extra- ordinary 2â€"as soon as I come to Paris he appears. Stay 1 he sees us ; they are com- ing over. I don’t know how it is, but I felt I should meet him here.” In a few minutes the door of the box opened to admit Lord Everton end his young nephew. , L,J “VVell,lMias Dacre, this is an unexpected pleasure,” said the gallant, old peer. “I met, Castleton a couple of hours ago, and be told me you were coming here w-nighc. Then this young acapegrace called at my eyry au quabrieme, and we agreed to look you up.” _ J 7“I a‘tiw Richard in town the day before yesterday," said Captain Lumley u he shook hands with Miss Desmond. “ He toldyme you were in Paris; andâ€"here I “It is the best, time for Paris, everything looks so bright and gay,” she returned,with some slight embarrassment. “Rather dif- ferent from Dresden.” “I hope there may be a change from the Dresden Lone,” he replied,with some signi- ficance. Then he turned to greet Miss Dacre with great cordiality,and while they talked with much animation Lord Everton addressed Miss Desmond. “Delighted to see you 1 So glad you have not deserted my distinguished sister-in-iaw. Yon remind me of Una and the Lion, or I might say the Tiger. The softening power you have exercised is amazing. I only wish the process extended in widening circles to embrace a few more than your favored nelf.” “I'wish I possessed the power you credit me with,” returned Hope, smiling, as she made room for him beside her. She was always amused with the boyish old peer, who showed her a. degree of kindly at.- tention which touched her. “And how are you getting on 2” he con- tinued, in a. confidential tone. “I know that good fellow Rawson counted on you as an ally in the cause of Madame’a prodi- gal son." “I do not get on Rt all. I have had but one chance of pleading for him, and I am afraid I made little or no impression. Mrs. Seville has been profoundly otfended. Naturally she will find it hard to forgive." “She is somewhat sdamsntine. If you succeed with her I shall say yhf‘sre a deucedly clever young woman. Still, Ism inclined to back you. I must tell Hugh what a first-rate advocate he has. I had a letter from him a few days ago. His ship will be out of commissionâ€"let me see, in less than five months. The present First Lord is an old school-fellow of mine and he wsnis a lift with him. He must keep up, you know. now he is a. married mamâ€"poor beggar ! Then, in a way I am_ responsible for his sins.” "Oh, indeed!" said Hope, looking at him with eager, earnest eyes. “ Yes ; I knew old Hilton for years, off and on. He wasn’t a bad fellow at all,â€" very much in my own line ; and I am not at all a. had fellow, I assure you.” “ I am sure you are not," returned Hope, with a caressing smile. “ What a. sweet soul you are to say so !" showing all his still white teeth in a genial laugh. “aThen he, Hugh met the daughter.â€" an uncommon girl, I believe;sang divinely, and all that.” “ Did you know her too ‘2" asked Hope. “ Well, I hBVc seen her, years ago, when she was in short frocks with a. pigtail. Then she was in England for som" time, but Hilton did not consider it prudent to cross the Channel. Anyhow, Hugh is most anxious about his precious wife, and fears she may get into trouble during his absence. I am thinking of running down to Nice to look her up. Sho is there still, isn’t she 'l” " I thinkâ€"that is, Mr. stson thinks she has left. You had better ask him.” Meantime, Miss Dacre’s bright heady eyes danced in her head with delight as she chsttered volubly to anley, whose taco grew rather sulky as he listened, scarcely deigning to reply. Here a wel- come interruption came in the shape of one of the English attaches, for whom Lumley immediately vacated his seat; and, as Lord Evermn wished to say a word to one of the singers, he departed behind the . scenes and Lumley slipped into his place. “ I will," with some significance. “ May I call upon her imperious Highness, do you think?" “ I can hardly telL You might leave a card. I am inclined to think that she would be pleased by your kind effort to further her son’s interest." ' “ That is a. little encouraging. Hugh has always been a favorite of mine. He is a fine fellow, and [ do not think he will revenge himself on the poor girl who is the innocent. cause at his misfortunes. Gad '. a sweet charming woman is worth paying dear tor l”-â€"a sentiment which seemed totouch his heerer. for she gave him a soft, lingering, tearful glance, which, ” had I been some twenty years younger," thought the old boy, “ I should have felt inclined to repay with a kiss.” I ‘ “ My uncle was foiiunabe in securing your devoted attention, Miss Desmond." “ Yes, he always interests me.” (To BE CONTINUED.) Pal-Is Physlclnns Ileueenl About the Case: ‘Vhlch llave Been Successfuliy Treat- ed. Adespatch from Paris says:â€"Afwr hyd‘ rophobia,croup ; after croup,erysipelaa and puerperal fever, after erysipelas, cancer has had in its turn to submit. to the been of the Pasteur method. As the last sitting of the Academie den Sciences Drs.Reclus and Terrier announced the discovery of an anti-cancer serum, by means of which two cases of cancer hive been, if not. cured, at least so tamarkably modified as to furnish ground for believing that. a. remedy for cancer and cancel-on! tumors has finally been brought to light. Dr. Reclns removed a cancerous tumor Feb. 9 from a leg of one of his pntients. The tumor was crushed and mixed with water,the fluid thus obtained being fiitered through cloth and afterwards injected into three animalsâ€"a donkey and two dogs The injection had no appreciable afiect on the animals, whose blood was drawn 05 at intervals of five, seven and fifteen days that the serum might be extracted. On March 12 doses of three cubic cen- timetres of serum were injected around a large tumor adhering to the ribs of a woman then undergoing the ordinary treatment for cancer. One tumor had previously been removed from the same woman, whose case wee considered hopeless by the majority of the surgeons. The injections of serum were continued during forty days. On the twelfth day the size of the tumor began to diminish, the decrease continuing until no trace of it remained, save 3 slight sunken scar. At the same time the pat- ient’s general condition greatly improved and she became sensibly stouter. The Second case was cancer of the atom- ach. Similar treatment. was adopted with the same resulb. The doses injected were larger, however, and the improvement more rapid. .... . 1",; AL‘ u.-... -_r.-_ Experiments are still going on. but the utmost, reticenoe was observed with regard totheir results, all announcements being reserved for the Academia des Sciences. The small quantity of serum obtainable is the greatest obstacle Dre. Reclus and Tet- rier have to contend against. M. Charles Richel, of the Faculte de Medicine, is said to have originated the idea of applying the serum treatment to cancer cases. I guess I’ll have one of those Methodisol broiled to-day, aaid the King of Mbwpka- May it please your Royal Highness, ven' tured the high chief steward, the Presbyter- ian batch is much the fatter. You do what I sell you, thundered the monarch. I have been eating Presbyterian: fora week now, and the court physician has ordered a change of diet. 7 Tommy’s Popâ€"Well, if you’re an em- ployer it’s Spring fever, and If you’re an employe it's just being lazy. Tommyâ€"Pop, what’s the difl‘erence ’Lween having Spring fever and just being lazy 2 According to the Viewpoint. THE CANCER CURE. Change of Diet.