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LORD Kit" N.â€" CHAPTER IX.â€"C0nlinUed. I constantia was alone. In her {as she told hersvlf bitterly) they hadi deserted her, and left her to face “the” ugliest man you could see anywhere for 3- Pt‘nny ” unbefriendcd! She stood moâ€" ' tionless for a full minute. unable to lift her eyes from the carpet; and then. having discovered that the unsympa-_ thetic earth was not going to open and l swallow her up quick. she drew licr‘ breath hard, and lifted a. face shamed and crimson to Mr. Strange. He himself was decidedly pink as he stepped through the window and came. straight toward her. '“Never mind," said he, earnestly. He took one of her hands and pressed it! kindly. The distress on her pretty face l made him so miserable that he hardly ! knew what he did. "\Vhat on earth‘ does it matter t" he exclaimed. "Think; nct‘ti i no more of it. I cannot bear to see that look in your eyes. He had be- come quite calm now, and, remember- ing. sought to release her hand; but: her fingers tightened upon his, and held him closely. ’ ‘ “Oh, I am sorry!" she stammcrcd, tears filling her eyes. "And, liesi<ies,v it wasn't true. Only George is So tor- menting, and he was sayingâ€"” She? broke off abruptly, and grew even red- der. "I meanâ€"that isâ€"ihere really‘ wasn'ta word of truth in it. 1 have known any amount of people ever So: much hglier. Oh, no, that is not it!"l cried she, horrified at her last mistake. ' which indeed crowned the other. mean I have known many not so good- looking asâ€"" Mr. Stronge broke into a loud andi hearty laugh. It was a laugh evidently Q from his heart. and irrepressible. and it had the effect of at once dispersing. the cobwells of awkwardness that hung on the mental atmosphere. I "Let us adhere to the truth at alll risks." entreated he. Still laughing. "If! Nature refused me her blandisllments, wvho shall dare to blame her? Not I. for one. \Ve can't all be likeâ€"ion. for example." He bowed over the little hand he still held, and kisser] it. lightlyâ€"so lightly that it would have been impos- sible for her to understand the depth of the happiness he felt as his lips. touched her. He was now smiling at; her with the gentlest eyes in the world. "But stillâ€"you must listen in meâ€" I say you are not ugly," persisted (‘on- stantia. "Andâ€"and I don't suppose you will ever like me again. butâ€"" i “I. l l i “Do not say that," interrupted he.i still smiling, though now his smile. had '_ takena tinge. of sadness. "I shall alwaysâ€"like youâ€"as you put it." "It is very good of you, then." said Constantia, dejectedly. And I only. hope that by and by, when you ll‘flVl‘ this, you won't think it over and change ; your mind about me. But if you do., â€"please remember how dreadfully snr-' ry I was." “Tut! Nonsense !" said he, gayly. I At this juncture the door was parti-I ally opened. and Norah's head appearâ€"i ed. Finding matters on quite an amiâ€"i able footing, she took heart of grucc and entered boldly. Behind her was Gcorge. They had both been, evidently, ‘lisfenJ lng outside in the hall to see if their; assistance would be required in case Mr. Strange. should lake the affair bad- i ly. Assault and butlcry might have been in their minds, to judge of the anxious faces that first prcsenled them- selves. However, they now grew quite chier. and advanced on Mr. Stronge With beaming faces and extended hands. He met them half way. He had grasped the situation at a glam-c, and was amused by it. \thn he had grcel- ed them, he went back to the window and stepped outside. \\"as he going away? The consternation of the Main Gilllcuddys was intense. Constantia grew pale. Mr. Stronge, however. only stooped to the ground, and then brought to_ View a large basket, which he placed With some difficulty upon the sill. "Iâ€"d thought you might like some strawberries forâ€"Mrs. llundas." he said. “My gardener tells lllt‘ they are early, and sol brouglil lhcnl." "Brought thcm!" exvluinied George, surveying the dimensions of lb» basket. "Drove to the gate, and broung lill‘lll down the avenue." "Strawberriesl" cricd (‘onslanli'l and Norah in a breath. There was another pair of famous (‘liclscu (Ilslics downâ€" stairs; upon them lib-y would look itisl beautiful. Norah cast :t lightning glance at (‘OI‘HL‘lllll‘L “Non \\ill slu- laugh i" said the gl'ln--c. . f‘Oh. how good of youâ€"how quih- lull good !" said (.‘onstamiu, \\ ith :I runorsn- ful glance at Stronge. "'l'lia-y \\ci'i- llll‘ very things. of all others, \\'c wanted. But you have robbed yourSell'.” look- ing at the. very large. and uppui‘cnlly‘ very heavy basket he had now lifted into the room. "\Veâ€"wc slizi’n’l know- what to do with all lliosé." i "To tell the truth," begun .5‘lrontre,1 growing very red, and bending: dclcr- minedly over 1h:- buske! as if to take out the strawberries. He did not lclli the truth. however. whatever it was,i but paused in a rather ignominious; manner. and looked so confused that! the three pair of eycs watching him‘ came to the conclusion that llc was, sonichow. thoroughly ashamed of him- self. "Yes?" said (,‘onslantiu at last. very gently. She was feeling- wonderfully” kind toward him jus' then; i to help him if she could. “ " ll. ii is this." said Sirongcâ€"“lhal sh” ‘- “rt: Adi I (‘ Ilhough‘, know ing Mrs. Dundns abrmd, . you sec, and Wing pretty well acquaint- ed with ilwl‘ lush-s, I thought ain fucl. I kn ‘\\â€":5ilc would like a gla=s (lfcilulll- pngn- : and lâ€"fdnt'lctlâ€"il would ph- s‘ you." looking entrealingly. as if for parâ€" don, at Constanlia, “to have i! to give to her. Of course,[ should not iiuvo‘ presumed to bring it but that l kncw .nolbing by her ' had , though :1): .Was ambitious about .Ihe . for .'I inbuian : His j luug ,thal can be. offered one. .\\o- appeared that, as a salve to inimlilul i\‘:‘i_\'. of your aunt's objection to wine of any Sort, and therefore guessed it would inn? be in the housa" "In llic limist Was it. ever in the Constantia, and her Strong-e, swing the sudâ€" den cloud, misunderstood it. “Rutâ€"but if you think 1 shouldn’t.â€" if. lll'll is, you think it better notâ€" why." seizing the basket in his agita- tion. "i can lake it away again." . "'l'uke it away.) Oh, don't!" CI‘lF‘d Constantia. with a gt-slurc full of en- treaty. “Champagne-l \Vhy. it isllic very thing. I don't believe in Ilonna house 3.?" thought, lii‘rm' {‘lOIlfit‘li. ' and lea. conjoined, but Donna and Chain- pngne! That sounds quite. correct.” She went up in him. Her face was charming always, but now it was really lovcly, with the, sparkle of excitement in the. cyt and lb" quick smile on the mobile lip “How did you think‘ of it all f" she said. “You are the kindest man on earth, I think. How you must have studied Donna!" . If she had arranged the speech. it could not have hurl him more. .50 that was how she took it“? He studied Donna : not licr! Good heavens! how ‘ blind, how ungrateful a woman can be. when her thoughts are full of another! Hc hurl fell grcat joy when his present. was acccpictl; when he knew he. had not offcnded the one he loved best on .earlh, in his desire to please her: but I]“\\â€" "I was not thinking of Mrs. Dundas.” he slid, stiffly. "\o, of course not." exclaimed Norah, with :in indignant glance at Constantia. . who had really meant nothing unkind. ““ou thought of Connie, wasn't l it 5" She had lhrusl her arm through ‘hcr prolcge‘s, and was looking at. him \\illi a lender, protective gaze. ' "Yes, that was it," returned lic, smil- ing: something in Consianlia's surprls- ed face that told him she had meant words had reassured ‘1 only came .iiwn for a . incnl to bring these things," he said. "but ['11 be back about four. \\'ill that do, Miss MacGillicuddy?" him. “Don't be later," said she, with an anxiety that sent his blood rushing gladly through his vcins. He looked round him. i “lluw pretty the table isl" u". said at last. indeed. the flowers were so exquisitely arranged that they struck him at once. "\Vliat. lovely china! Real Crown Derby, ch? It is hardly to bc mistaken." He. took up one. of the cups and examined it. with genuine ad- miration. “And hat Chelsea bowl! The “hole effect is so charming that you must forgive my remarking it." They forgave him with a heart and a half. They were indeed delighted with his criticism. The knowledgelhal his own house was a very magnificent ‘affalr. and that fool men in plush and many such purchasabie luxuries more not unknown to it. only added to the worth of his opinion. “i have a few pretty things at Inch- ironc,” he. said, looking at. Constantia. "l “isli you could see them. You have been at lnchironc?" “Vt-s. In the Desmonds’ time," re- plied she, flusning warmly. The Des- monds were a good old Irish family who come to grief, and “hose, cstale , had b~ ~n put in the market and bought by old Strangeâ€"tho blanket man. Anâ€" tire“ Slronge's father. “li'ul never since?" asked be, taking no not ice of her quick change of color, he felt it, and understood it thoroughly. f‘No." Sue shook her head, panseda lilile, and lhcn said impulsively. “but l should like lo." “Should you really 2" asked he. eager- “()l course! have ban longing to ask you, that is. everybody to Inchâ€" ironc forever so long. but there is someâ€" : thingr so specially awkward about. being a bachelor. Nobody to receive any- body, as it were. Now if I had a wifeâ€"" ‘lle slople dead short, and became visibly embarrassedâ€"so embarrassed, in- deed. that be held down his head. and grasped his hat vigorously, and stared into ll with all the fervor of one who learning by rote the name of his hatter. 'fAh, yes, if you only had a wifel" said Constantia, who had returned to ' flowers, and was so busy over a llny ~bit of trailing ivy that she had not time to notice his fuch It was very unfortunate, as she acknowledged after- ward, but the fact was that by this Sllllpit‘ remark of hers, she gave him an encouragement. she never intended "Still," she went on, "J. don‘t see why ,0 . - - . . . . _ E » . y u ((lllilll) I. gne us a dance. or some ,Donnavs faceâ€"W111“) had a, good deal of Iliing,'iii spite of that great want. of you rs. ' _ "\es, a dance; with Chinese lanterns in Iliosc lover groves, and a band. and a moon," cried Norah, clapping her hands. The latter article she plainly ll t. . la ;lll£i(l“. up her mind long ago that Donâ€" lIlO- ‘ or a trip to the moon. it will have. to be Anrly. it is homely, no doubt. (and there is a great charm in that) but it is scarcely pmxtical.” "Better ‘Anly‘ than ‘Garry.'_al all cvonts." broke in Norah, flashing on llnxlignant glance at. him. "When I I l Sce )lr. lorry all I can ever think of is ‘(iarry ()wcn!’ I’d hate a husband with a name like. that.“ This was distin‘tly ungrateful 0f llf‘l‘, Barry being quite, a. devotee of hers; but she, still stood faithful to Stronge, w ho had her first love. "I call Garry better than Andy. any day." said George, who found great joy in a skirmish with Norah, who was a veritable firebrand. - "And I call Andy better than Garry." persisted she. “If I were you," said George artlessly, "I would not argueâ€"with a smut upon the extreme lip of your nose." This put an end to the conversation for the time being. CHAPTER X. Donna came in admirable time. She was not. late, as was her wont, there Ibcing no people, before whom to make a successful entree. She came therefore quite. early, and was evidently in even higher spirits than usual. Mr. Dundas, she said, could not accompany her be- cause. he was busy farming. or slug- lhunling, or something. at all events. conncctcd with the soil. She kiSSed Conâ€" >slantia. and told Norah she was a .mouse, and begged George to take her l to sec the new puppies, whose fame, she said, had gone out throughout the land. (ii-orgo (mrtainly was captivated by her, and Constantia was pleased, though Norah refused to be bought by that en- dcuiinp,‘ term “mouse.” She was an enfunl terrible in many ways, and had na llundas was not to be placed upon her list of friends. Mr. Barry came presently. and so did Mrs. Blake, the doctor's wife. "Jack ‘was so sorry, but he could not come, having been sent for at the very last monian by Mrs. Murphy, who wasâ€"at it again,“ Jack was the doctor, and this bit of spacial information was whisper- ed into Donna's car by his gay little wife, who was one of the Burkes of Sligo. and as merry as a. cricket. “ That wretched Mrs. Murphy! Nine if there was one. and the last only eleven monrhs. Now who would havethought she. would be so inconsiderate as to want, Jack to-day, of all others ?" "That's always the way," said Con- slanlia; "nothing. fulfills itself save {the unexpected." ” Quite so my love," chimed in George, who had just come up behind her. "very true. Only we've heard that trite re- mark once or twice before, andâ€"the oth- er fellow has said it so much better." Donna was in the very gayest spirits. She. said Very little of her husband. but that was not surprising, as she seldom alluded to him in any way. She did not Seem to think it odd, however. that Mrs. Blake. interlarded her conversation with incessant allusions to Jack here and Jack there, and, indeed, rather en- couraged that funny little matron to talk of her doctor, and made herself excessively agreeable to her. After a. little while, however, her gay- ety decreased in a. measure, and Conâ€" stantia detected her in the act of stif- ling a yawn. She. knew that Constan- tia had detected her, and she laughed- “ An affection of the jaws, Con." said she. "Don’t ,be uneasy about it. It comes and goes, and is never serious." “Time for tea," thought Connie; and as Mr. Stronge arrived at this op- portune moment, she forthwith carried them all off into the tiny dining-room. where really everything looked wonâ€" dcrfully prettyâ€"considering. It was regarded as an item to be supplied by' contract. " ()h Mr. Sli'oiige 1“ "Yes, do," said Constantia, which of course tlccirlcd the question. “You shall have your dance, your Chinese loiilcrns,and your moon, I hope. 1“le Norah!" said Stronge, answering the child, rulhci' than the. child's sisler, though the Inner was to him more preâ€" cious than rubies. "Oh. no, I sli:|’n't.." said Norah, sadly. “ Aunt lridgot would not let me go :Ill)'\\hcl‘e.” "She sliull-to inc," said Stronge. "I'll sec to it " lIe- lifted the. slender figure in her arms- and kissed her cheeks one :tftcr the other, then placed her on'lhe ground. llut Norah still clung to him. "I do love you, I dol" she whispered. with I‘Vll‘t‘illl' affection in her dark, childish i'_\(‘.\‘. Strongc held her lo him IIcr affection was sweel to him, Illlil yet, alas! why could not Constantia say what she had said! He lcft them a minute or two later. back was hardly lurncd, When Gcorlgc the irrepressible burst inloa gay l. “i do think lhala fellow in love." said he, the most remarkable sight Sironge. now, is as admirable a specimen of the, really deep dyc us one could desire. \Vhat did he s:iy to you, Con! Did be upâ€" braid you for your rat her person'tl re- mark? Or did lic. like it? l.ovcrs,1hey say. like anything, but, that of yours do lhink of it, dear . was a. tough one to digest. and no mis- take. 1 conclude by his aniiubilii y when your rudeness you had just said ‘yes’ to his llon-d‘ubie proposals." (‘onslantia presented an’ impassin- front to this charge. " Andrew Strange ! " went. on George "1 say, Connie, have you considered the numerous 'afterwan One of Ilium lies in that name alone. You will have to call him Andy. An- .drcw will do very well for state occasâ€" inns; liul min-n you want a new bonnet, “TY warm. and the windows were thrown wide. open to catch any passing breeze. Constantia was busy with the Queen Anne tea-pot and the importance of the hour, but Norah's brain was free to watch and wonder. She had noticed that Donna was not pleased when Mr. , Strange came in, and this slight to her favorite hardened her heart the more against her red~haired guest. She had , also noticed the decline of Donna's gayâ€" ety ,and now she became aware of someâ€" thing else. All in a. second, as it were, Donna's color had deepened, and her great eyes had taken an additional increase of light. There was a step upon the gravâ€" elloutslde, a hesitation such as might arise from the flinging away Of a Cigar. and then a man stepped lightly 11D to the window and looked into the room. a little uncertainly at first until his eyes met Donna's. There they stayed. It was Lord Varleyl When he had nswert-d the unspoken question on angry impatience in itâ€"he'turned and ' addressed himself to Constantia. " What! holding high rcvelry ’I" cried he, a whole tone of reproach in his air. " Oh, Connie I" When he was only Fred- eric Grande there was a great intimacy between him and the young MacGilli- cuddys. an intimacy that had continued ever since. “\Vhy was I not bidden? . “'hy was I the only one excluded? All 2 the county, as it seems to me. is at your festive. board, and [alone, your oldest friend, left. out." Constantia laughed. . “ \Vell, better lale than never. Come in now. at all events,” said she. " l have half a mind to refuse so late a call. But Iwas born without that orthodox spark of pride, so here goes," He vaulted lightly into the room and approached the. table. He shook hands quitc affectionately with Connie, and po- litely with Mrs. Dundas; to the others he nodded generally. There was a slight. movement amongst them all, and Donna drawing aside her lace skirts, With ll.l‘lltllPI‘ ungracious air. lie sunk down into the seat by her side. "Didn't you know Connie had askâ€" edDonna to tea i" asked Norah. inqui- sitchly, leaning forward. a strawberry between her lips. to get the answer. " No," said Varlcy, very emphatically. 1 " Then what brought you '3." went on _ the hospitable Norah, an unflinching de- termination to run the question to earth written upon her brow. ‘ "Alas, Norah i" said Lord Varley. “Is it then forbidden me to come here openâ€" ly to pay my addresses to you? Must business, cold and bald, alone permit my presence! So be it, then." “ Rubbish," exclaimed Norah. with ilâ€" liniitalne disdain, returning to her fruit with a little inouc that quite transfigâ€" urcd her quaint, sharp young face. "Business brought me, indeed,"went on Varley speaking to Constantia now. “ I met in the village our respected or- ganist, old Mrs. O'li‘lanagan, and she desired the to tell you, if I saw you, that. the. first hymn for next Sunday would be that. dear old favorite of ours: ‘Blow ye the. trumpet, blow hoâ€"hoâ€" hoâ€"ho!" He imitated the usual mode of singing this hymn in the parish church with a. solemn air, and then l stopped short and fell back upon strawberries. “Early for them, it T" he said. But he got no answer beyond a groan that went from Constantia, George,and Harry, all at uncc. “That one again!" cried Constantia at lust, wllh largo indignation. “ What a woman that is!" She alluded in wralhftil tones to the organist, Mrs. O’li‘lanagan who for thirty years or so had presided over the squeaky old in- strument called an organ that decoratâ€" ed the village church and annoyel the village choir. The latter was tymnnizâ€" ed over by another ancient dame, who went hand in glove with the organist. chiefly because of an objection to join in with the youth of the parish. who to her appeared frivolous and positively radical in their desire for change. \Vhat couhl they want more. than the good old tunes to which their forefathers had given their voices in the good old times? This stanch conservative, whose name was Stannerly, led the music, chants, hymns, and psalms, every Sunday, in a high, squeaky voice, that once, in the past century, perchance, had been har- monious. but now was sad indeed. It declined and fell like "Gibbon’s Roman Empire," and when it rose at all. as on occasion it did, with the greatest preâ€" sumption. it cracked miserably on the first high note, to the discomflture of the older portion of the congregation. and the intense and open joy of the younger. The rector, poor man, had made stren- uous efforts to reconcile the former and the latter reign, but with no effect. The old ladies stilt clung to the " no innova- tion " cry, and the younger ones sulked prett ily. There was considerable talk of a new organ, that would need the ser- vices of a new organist. But this hap- py thought seemed far from being rea- the isn't lllllllS WHILE on? wâ€" - beam from Abrupt Awakeningâ€"Some (‘an “car a Whisper. Bill Not a Pistol Sho â€"(Nliers Write Sermons and Compose Haste. The marvellous manifestations of som- nanibulism are still among the more surprising phenomena with which sci- ence has to deal. That a person deep- ly immersed in thought should walk and talk while apparently unconscious ex- cites no surprise,but that any one should when fast asleep perform a series of complicated actions which undoubtedly demand the assistance of the senses is marvellous. indeed. Often the somnam- bulist will perform problems which baf- fle his skill while awake. Often he will rise. in the night. walk from room to room, go out on porticoes and in some cases on steep roofs. where he would not dare to venture while awake. Fre- quently he will wander for hours through streets and fields, returning home and to bed without knowledge of anything having transpired. One of the most singular and at the same time sad cases of somnambullsm occurred a few years ago near Bakers- ville, NC. A young man there named Garland had been in the habit of walk- ing in his sleep from childhood. Like lized, subscriptions coming in but slowâ€"[mOSt Other Sleep-walkers When l1an- ly, and there being indeed but few in the parish whose worldly status would permit of their giving largely to even - so admirable a cause. Lately a good many people had been drafted into the neighborhood, but as yet the rector was either too modest or too disheartened to make a. charge upon them. The hymn mentioned by Lord Varley was a specially favorite one with Mrs. O’ld'lanagan and her colleague of the squeaky voice. They sung it so slowly that. it sounded like a funeral dirge, and the termination of the " blow" always resulted in a series of "ho, ho." ho." that were very nearly irreverent. and gave occasion for unlimited mirth, or badly suppressed indignation, as the disâ€" positions of the hearers led them. Just now it drew forth a prolonged groan from Mrs. Blake, the MacGilli- cuddys and Barry. The latter had an exquisite barytone voice and was a pas- sionate. lover of music, so that to him this torturing of the polite ear was an excruciating torment. Oh, to be rid of Mrs. O'Flanagan. and her discordancies, and her partner in villainous sounds, Mrs. Stanncrley! "Not that hymn again! At least not that one!" exclaimed Constantia, with quite an air of enlrcaty. "\Ve have had it now every second Sunday since Christmas, and I can't stand much more of it. “ You sha'n‘t," put in Barry in a. sep- ulchral tone. “They have pushed it just the trifle too far, and now its death warrant is signed." He spoke with deep earnestness, and then subsided into a reverie, out of which he presently emâ€" erged with a cheerful face and a mind apparently made up. He beamed upon Constantia. “ "hat hymn annoys you as well as me," he said. Well, he hap- py, then! I have nieditated. I have wrestled in thought, I have conquered. Be consoled. Next Sunday shall ring in the funeral dirge of that unpalatable air." Nobody took much notice of He spoke to a rather inattentive audience, that was discussing the rector, the chances of a new organ, and the curate â€"more especially the curate. This was Mr. Evans, who was also the principal of the college. " He wouldn't be half bad." said Mr. Stronge, " if he weren’t so imbued with a sense of his own importance (which is very uncomfortably small). and if his voice was human; but. it is considerably more. English than anything I ever heard in England." . ” Oh, apropos of that." said Barry, who had waked out of his abstraction, " did you hear about him and Mrs. Harringâ€" ton the very last little episode, I mean. with her? You know he keeps himself very much en evidence. and has always a clean piuafore on and his hair smooth when in her presence, with a view to her conciliation. because she has so many little boys coming on who must be educated somewhere." (To be Continued.) ,Oâ€"_... __ TOLLS FOR ROYALTY. Curious Regulations 'l‘lmt Govern Ihe Ilse nl'SI. Paul’s Great Bell. The Great Bell of St. Paul’s was not tolled for Prince Henry of Battenburg because he was not in the line of de- scent from any English sovereign. This honor is paid only to a member of the Royal family who could under any conâ€" ceivable circumstances succeed to the Throne; though it may be doubted whether the bell would toll for a. Royal infant not in the direct line of succes- sion. This rule does not apply to the consort of the sovereign, of the heir apparent, or of a. Prince or Princess on the steps of the Throne. The booming of the Great Bell of St. Paul‘s was the first intimation which the citizens of London received of the death of the Prince Consort, which occurred at 11 o'clock on the night of Saturday. De- cember 14, 1861. Outside the Royal family, the only persons for whom the bell is tolled are the Archâ€"bishop of Canterbury, the Bishop of London, the Dean of St. Paul's, and the Lord Mayor of London dying in his year of office. The bell tolled is not “Great Paul," but the old great bell on which the hours are struck. On the occurrence of a death in the Royal family. the Home Secretary at once r-nmiiiunicates With the Lord Mayor, desiring: him to convey news to the Dean of St. Paul's. with a request. that the great bell may be tolled. The bell is then tolled at intervals of a minute for an hour. The last occasion was on the death of the Duke of Clarence, on January 14. 1892.. The Duke died at 0.15 a. m., and the bell was. tolled from 11 till 12. At the. funeral of the late Canon l.iddon, in September, 1890, "Great Paul," which is much the deepâ€" or and more sonorous bell of the two, was. made available, as by the. rules the old Great Bell could not be used lested, his ramblings had always result- ed without harm to himself or others. ('onseqmntly his wife usually paid little attention to them. But finally he be- gan to stay away from the house long- er than usual and always returned SOAKING \VET. His wife followed him one night. Leav- ing his home. he followed the highway until he came to a rough, narrow pig trail leading to the Tow River. His wife followed with difficulty, as he picked his way through the tangled for- est, over stones and fallen trees and along the summits of precipitous cliffs For more than a mile the sleeper trudg- ed on until he came to a. large poplar tree, which had fallen with its topmosl branches far out in the river. \Valk- ing on the log until he came to a. large limb extending over the water. he got down on his hands and knees and be- gan crawling out on it. The frightenâ€" ed wife screamed. calling to him to wake up and come back. He was awak- ened by the cries, fell into the river and was drowned. I Each night for weeks he had taken that perilous trip. crawling out on the limb, leaping from it into the river. swimming to the shore and returning home unconscious of anything that had happened. The Archbishop of Bordeaux attests the case of a young eoclesiastic who was lathe habit of getting up during the night in a state of somnambulism, taking pen. ink and paper and compos- ing and writing sermons. \Vhen he had finished a page he would read aloud what he had written and correct it. In order to ascertain whether the somnam- bulist made any use of his eyes the Archbishop held a piece of cardboard under his chin to prevent his seeing the paper upon which he was writing. He continued to write without being in the slightest degree incommoded‘i In this state he also copied out pieces of music, and when it happened thali1 the words were written in too large har- acters and did not stand over thekcob responding notes he perceived his error, blotted them out and wrote them ver again with great exactness. I Negretti, a. sleepâ€"walker, sometime. CARRIED A CANDLE about with him as if to furnish him light in his employment. but when la bottle was substituted he carried it. fancying that he had the candle. An- other somnambulist, Castelli, was found by Dr. Sloane translating Italian and French and looking out words in his dictionary. lHIS candle was purposely extinguished, whereupon he immediately began groping about, as if in the dark. and,although other lighted candles were in the room, he did not resume his ocâ€" cupation until he had relighted .his candle at the fire. He was insensrble to the light of every candle excepting the one upon which his attention was fixed. The state of the eyes during somnambulism varies considerably. They are sometimes closed, sometimes half closed, and frequently quite. open; the pupil is sometimes widely dilated.some- times contracted, sometimes natural and for the most part insensible to light. It is a remarkable fact that in the cases of some somnambulists the same car which may be deaf to the loudest noises will perceive even‘a whisper from one particular person \Vithwhom alone the sleeper appears to be able to hold communion. The "Transactions of the Medical Society" tells of a case where a somnambulist did not even hear the report of a pistol fired close to him. Sig. Augustin, an Italian nobleman. could not be aroused from _slcep even by blowing a trumpet in his ear, but during other paroxysms he would up- ply his ear to the keyhole and listen attentively to noises in the kitchen. A young countryman who was a sleep- walker was fond of fishing. A numl'er of nights in succession he got up,walk- ed through a long meadow ’toacreck, seized the root of a tree growingbn the bank and tugged and pulled With all his might, at the same time calling to the hired man to help him land a big fish. One night his brother followed him, determined to attempt a herotc remedy for his malady. _He took an axe with him, his sole operating instrument. \thn the somnambulist got: to_ the. creek and began tugging at the imagâ€" inarv fish the brother cut the root and lei him fall backward into two feet of chilly water, the remedy was effective. There are. instances of murderers havâ€" ing been detected by talking of their crimes in their sleep. Experts claim that the truthfulnch of‘sleepâ€"talking may nearly always be relied on. Heâ€"“I see your friend Mrs. Overtou has written a society novel." She â€"â€" "0h, dcarlâ€"and I always thought she was such a niceâ€"minded woman!"