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“You. and I often think that you need more rest." “How can I take rest 9" replied Mr. Filkin (Duâ€"“how can I think of retir- cng. w e you are so youngzâ€"I do not mean In years." he hastened to addâ€"“I If any one ever leaked like a living embodiment of secrecy that could not be tampered with, this lawyer looked it from head to foot. {Hm White shaggy eyebrow: hung over his eyes and seemed almost to bidet them; it was dif- ficult to get more than an occasional flash from themâ€"difficult Lo judge whe- ther they were small or large. His ncse was narrow, long, and boatload like a ihawks'; and the thlln lips were pressed together as if they had been sealed. He seemed at least four-score years of age. The ex reaeion on his face appeared to imply t t he had chosen the same mot- to as the Prince de Conde, and had bas- ed his character on the word "Listen!" Tbs young mum Sidney Trenoh. held a. letter in his hand. He glanced at it as be stood oven the time, and then at Mr. Pi ' Lon. "I have a. little mat- ter‘ to aett ," said he. “in: Chancery Dane. I will not \keep you waiting, sir; the carriage it! at the door." The old lawyer was S'i‘dney’s guardian. Mr. Pilemg-tou's villa, in one of the suburbs, m the young man's home; it had been hris home since boyhood. Again Sidi- ney looked at the letter, and then hand- ed, it to tho senior partner. It was qui/w dusk now. Mr. Puking- tm; turned. his hawk to the window, sat with his face towards the fire. 'He took the letter and said: "What is this ?" He bent his head (war it. Could he read by that uncertain) light? The expression on rhis tam seemed to darken; the eye- brows oontraoted, and Uhmre was a slight tmblmg of the li ‘. Or was it the chafingte‘ful reflect'uun o the fire that appeared even to draw Uhe colour from his cheeks? “What is this?" he re- peace-d. It was growing dlusk. As the lawyen' placed his hand upon tho bell at his aids, t'hm door opened, and in came a young man whose frank face was in striking contrast to the senior' partn- er's. The old lawyer leaned hawk in his chair. and although he did not open his lips or even 100k up, his face plainly expressed these words: "Wellâ€"whatis ML; am listening? 7 “W's are“ short of clerks." Sidney ex- plained, "and I [have heard of one _liv- mg near Cflaancery Lane) who is llke- [y to suit. ms is a. letter:- stron-gly re- ws-ameafifim "T’hjs man. Abel Norris." be them new tured to plead, "is a most deserving character. Besides," he added, “the poo!» fellow i§ almkst destitute"â€" ' u-v mdneya" interrupted Mr. Pilkiug- t , “how old are you. now ?" ‘ ’I‘wenl'yifour!’ "Ah! At twenty-one I became a. partner.â€"Do you know that I shall be “my this‘epring' _. , a trustworthy represenxativ‘eâ€"alwaya bearing eitlhm' the name of Trench or of Pilzkins‘ton, and always gifted. with. an mm ear for contiding clients. [For a. day seldom passed but what some one drim'mg up in his car- riage brought with him a weighty aeo- ret; and the haad of the house, whether young or old, was always there with his wits about him prepared to accept the trust. Bet-lyre one partner showed any sign of supennnuations. as it was shrewdly observed, another was skilful- ly trained to step into his place; so you might confide your secrets to the [inn of Trench. Pildaincgton and Trench with the same sense of security which you experienced when placing your money in Uh» banxk. Mr. Pllkingbon tossed the, letter anag- rily upon the table. “\‘\'e have enough utoo many clerks already. MAI“: them come earlier; keep them later at their desks l" - The senior's partner's room was large and oblong in shape, and with three dismal windows in a. row; for these win- dows had iron bars, and the dust upon them was an efficient substitute for blinds. [Between the bars could be seen a. blurred forest of distorted chimneys. At the end at the room was a. huge fireplace; and before the fire, which was burning brightly. was a great; brass guard. It was an ideal chamber for the safe’dnaposijts of secrets; the walls were hidden by shelves, and on these shelves stood deed-boxes, some with names in full, others with the initials only painted upon than. At a desk between tbs barred windows and this guarded hearth, sat an old man. CHAPTER I. The house in) Lincoln's Inn Fields, from which the firm of Trench, Pilking- ton and Trendh addressed their numer- Uus clients, was getting quite antiqu- ated. It had stood theme a century or more. Disc/teeny placed a little disâ€" tance bank from the roadway, like most of the legal houses in Lincoln's Inn, its angular architecture somewhat resembled a tumble-down house of cards; there were balconies. outside barred windows, upon which no one ever ven- tured to trust his weight, and there were stunted gables halfâ€"hidden by pro- jecting walls. Upon tibia topmost gable was a. weathemak; and this vane" point- timg towards tbs north-west, remindâ€" ed one that a gust of wind from that gum-im- mith any day blow the old [muse down. as it had threatened to do already more t'han once; and would have dome but for the support of a. more modern building on each side. Sidney Trench deliberated a. moment W26. makinammwnlya _ There had been changes since the first deed of partnership between Trench. PiLkington,and Trench had been signed; for sometimes a. PiLk'Lngton was senior parer sometimes a Trench. But the designation of thfi legal {inn had always nema'med unaltered. It had been Iknown m3 Trench, Pilkington and Trench time out of mind. and so it was still described. We had always been LEGAL SECRET. arm, as if an impulse to burn the pac- ket had seized upon him. But the in- tervening guard, which had protected many a legal paper from the flames, seemed to recall him. "No," he mut- ‘tered, with a stern look on his face, lag though he were forcing an acknow- ledgment upon himself; "she is not dead; it is not too late even now." For a moment he stood with his lips compre%ed and his shaggy eyebrows tightly contracted; and that intense. listening look once more came over his i face. Was be listening to his own conâ€" .‘science at last? The anxious expression which Mr. Pilkmgton often had occasion to observe on the faces of his clients was now up- on his face. It appeared as if some see- ret of his own oppressed hilm. \Vas that possible? “[35 it possible that this man, who had listened all his life to the sec- rets of'oth'er people without a. sign of emotion. had a. secret of his own? His hand trembled has be unlocked the deed-box. a box on which the name “Rosamond Gage" was written; and in that moment of agitation the thought doubtless crossed his mind of how much other-z had suffered while waiting here in this here anteroomâ€" waiting to be received by him; how bitterly many of them must have re- viewed the irrevocable pastâ€"a past that contained all the painful details that these clients were ever eager to place before him! It was their busi- ness to save as he had declared to Sidâ€" ney Trenohi great families from dis- grace was Mr. Pilklnigton meditating as to the best means of saving himself from being stigmatised by his family? He took from the box a bundle of letterq and went back in his noiseless manner to his own room. Suddenly his agita- tion turned to anger. He raised his But Mr. Pilkingtotn made no reply; he appeared lost in uhought. Never had Sidney perceived a, sign of mental ab- straction: in tibia old lawyer before. Men who am keenly occupied in the business oi life are seldom absent-mind- ed._ The senior partner. from years of tramlng. had an unlimited powar of at- tention. Nothing was war knowu to escape him. Again the young man re- gtarded him. will} surprise and perplex- 1 y. “'HaN'e the kindness," said he as Sid- ney Went towards blue door. "to send send song 0x33__t9 lhg‘lrt‘ ngy‘ lgmpt" "n \Vhen Mr. Pilkin'gton's lamp had been lighted and he was once more alone, he grew still more thoughtful. But at length he roused himself, tied up the documents on his desk, and rose from his chair. There was a green baize door opposxte the Windows. Mr. Pilkington stepped softly towards this door and plzwed his hand upon this nob. He had to exert some effort to open it; for it fitted so compeltely that no voice, no conversation. could enetrate beyond. It opened with. e. umqu ed sound; and just behind Wan another door of dark oak. This he also opened and entered asmall octagonal chamber. It (was an anteâ€" room leading out upon Uhe principal staircase: it was here that clients with matters for the senior's private ear waited his pleasure. But there was no one Waitin now. The secrets of that day were a l confided and locked away. It was now night, but not dark withâ€" out; for through the window, barred blindless like the windows in Mr. Pilkâ€" ingbon's room, the light from the ores- oent moon looked in over the crooked chimneys and down upon :Lhe senior partner as he took a bunch of keys from his pocket and opened a. black deed-box standing amongst a number of others on the shelf. Presently. Mr. Pilkington looked {11)- "Come to me in the library after dmâ€" ner.” said be; “we will have some talk together there." {Then he suddenly added: "I suppose Inhis clerk has a la. a family dependent upon him?" “ a; only one daughter." Deeper shadows seemed to gather 0v- er tho old man's face. But the shadows of night were also gathering outside. and the senior partner's room would have been almost dark but for the fire whinh was still burning though less brig__ht1y. "I merely mentioned tihe clerk. 511'," said the young mlwn in a conciliatory tone. "as a reason for not drifing back. Wi-llh. you this Ming. There 13 80mg- times business connected with our ch- ents upon which you wish to convene wighlugg 039p; way homeL" in great squares and gardens, \he sat in the corner of his carriage with his head bent. in a stem and brooding at- titude. He took no heed of these man- sions. with their brilliantly lighted rooms and aristocratic assemblies; toâ€" night they brought no expressive smile to his; face as he passed; he was not thinking about these people’s secrets â€"secrets which if revealed might have As the lawyer drove. home through the westâ€"end, where th clients lived through a Winding avenue to the lawâ€" yer's villa. Upon a pedestal, 0n eadh side of the gateway, reposerl a stony sphinx; and the lamps in front threw an uncertain light upon these grotes- que figures. Even this old lawyer's [ace scarcely expressed more solemnity than the faces of these sp‘hinxes; he might have caught their look and kept it, as fitted to his peculiar mental condition. 1 ‘ At a later hour of the same even- ing. a he sat in his easy-Chair by the drawing-room fire, the lawyer's mood appeared but slightly changed. His eyebrows were still sternly knit; but there waa a less compressed expression about his mouth» as if he were endeav- ouring to force himself to unlock some secret storeroom in his brain. A WARNING T0 HUSBANDS. IA sbury is going the rounds of the English newspapers about a gentleman .who. finding a smoking concert wear- isome. left early and finished the em- euing at a. mimical comedy theater. He sat near the stall door, and us it was chilly, he kept on his overcoat. IA lady in a. private box by accident dropped an earring of no great value, but the trinket struck against the edge of the box front and dropped into the open top pocket of the gentleman's overcoat. The guileless mam went home, when his wife. always carefully incline-(Mun)~ ed out (his coat pockets. The sequel to this pretty story is not told, though its moral is obvious. It is unwise, us it is mean and ungallant, to go to the opera withnut your wife. At an escritoire, on w‘hloh there stood a shaded lamp, was seated a. handsome woman. Glancing towardg her. at last Mr. Pilkington said: "My dear. will you give me your, attention for a few minutes?" - "I was: thinking on my way home to-night," Mr. Pilkington began in an unusually serious tone. "about an in- cident which ha ened thiqafternoon. It appeared at flmt trivial: but it may be no such slight affair: it may lead to vex-y painful dimloaures. But much. will depend. my dear. on your attitude. That is my opinion; much will dependypon _t11_1a§.'_' Mrs. Pilkington at once put down her pen and wheeled her chair nearer the hearth. And as she bent her beau- tiful dark eyes upon the old manâ€"some forty years her seniorâ€"there was a look in them of tmmt and devotion. An intenqely‘troubled look came over the wife's‘face. She waited for Mr. Pilkington to continue. She was too overcome to question him. The colour had left her cheeks; and auhough her lips were parted. as if sihe were lis- tening with suddenly awakened dread, she scarcely drew breaxp.‘ "I have no wish to be mysterious," the lawyer went on; "but it has been my fortune in lifeâ€"my destinyâ€"to be the. caretaker of other people‘s mys- terles or misfortunes. Yes; it has been my fate. And yet. what Jeswn have I learnt? None. Is it not enough that I am forced to keep the secrets of our clients? It should seem so. But no; I must needs keep a secret of my own'â€"Mr. Pilkington tapped nhe pac- ket in his hand-â€"‘and it is contained 1n these letters. They will explain all that you have a right to know. And when you have read themâ€"and I fear you Wt“ be deeply pained by the peru- salâ€"I Shall ask you to listen. as I am sure you will, while I express my conâ€" Sutton. for I never can justify my con- uc ." 5 "I ewill not read them," said she. hplding the packet impulfiively toward bun. "If you have thought it wiser to keep this secret from me. my dear husband, these letters are better placâ€" ed among thoqe deeds which do not belong to our.life. For some good reaâ€" sop. I can never doubt, you have kept bhm secret. Let it be forgotten; let it be between us as if you had never referred to this subject. I shall always think of you, as I always have done. as a man of honour to whom every one place»; the utmost reliance. Why do you, try to ghake my belief in ygu 3” I V‘TFdI'J yéfir-B;v3 éefiEe," was the: law:- yer's reply; “for your own ‘hupplâ€" uess." The prison, six miles from Tokio. seems to be a model in its perfect man~ agemenzt. We appmaohed a lot of handsome buildings, and I asked if they did not belong to the university. "No; Uhle prison where we are going.“ the guide said, and we entered the beau- tiful grounds; laid off artistically and planted with flowers. The buildings re of brick, one story high, and are illed with many comforts. Every pris- oner saluted us. In the shops all are requi'red to work and are supplied with all necessary materials by the govern- ment. Some do exquisite clonsonne and wood carving; others make useful ar- hioles, such as shoes, buckets, baskets, etc" until you can {and almost any an ticle you wish. The articles are sold for just what the material cast- With a. trembling hand Mr. Pilking- ton held the packet towards his w1fe. She took it with manifest relur‘tance. 'Dhe look of trust had not yet left her face. It was evident that more than mere Words even from her own husband's lips Were needed in order to destroy the confidence she 1nd placâ€" ed 1n him eve): since their marnage some fifteen years ago. But the lawyer seemed to expect no reply; he stop ed only to ponder his. own wordsl 9 did not raise his eyes -â€"it was not My. Pilkington's way, ex- cept on the rarest ocrasions. "There is nothing. believe me. that need alarm you." he greienfly renum- ed, as if conscious 0 her agitation; "for when I observe that much will depend upon you. my dear. I ought to feel reassured; to feel otherwise would be to dnubt your goodnnm of heartâ€" tq doubt even your readineqs to for~ g1ve."_ ‘ ' y..- “In - . . c As he spoke. Mr. Pilkington drew (rem his pocket the packet of letters which he had taken firom. the deed-box in the moonlit anteroom that very evgyipg. A JAPANESE PRISON: (To Be Continuad.) pen. He said nothing to any one, but crammed the Times into his pocket and drove to Lincoln’s Inn. He could not put the thought which oppressed his brain into wands. Mr. Slimp was en- gaged when he reached the office; but on hearing who the visitor was, sent to request that he be admitted into his presence. Mrs. Lambshed‘s Will. "I am somewhat: disappointed with the reading of this advertisement, Mt. Slimp." said Mir. Dobtleson, abruptly, He ‘had hardly realised the situation until this caught his eye in the pa,â€" pen He said nothing to any one. but "Do what you think best; but for mercy's sake let me know the very mo- ment you hear whether that permis- sion I gave you is in time." "and fear that it will act have the de- sired effect." ‘ “With your permission I'll issue a new one. which may do more than this one." said Mr. Slimp. Mr. Slimp promised compliance, and saw his client; to the door; than he went back into his room and set him- self to draw up another advertisement. which We may as well show the reader at once; "If Miss K. D. of No. 21 Blakewmd Square, South Ke-nsimgton, will apply to Messrs. Starbone and Smuggles.Lin- ooln's Inn. @115 will receive the written permission she requires. She must ap- ply pelsonally." And this was what he had magnified into an elopementl \Ve will not dwell upon IVBr. Montague Dottleson’s wrabh: we will not relate how he tried to get that paper back from Mr. Slimp, and how the melancholy man as executor. would not give it up. We say that we will not speak of these things ; we leave them to the reader's imagination. It was a long time before our friend re- cogniznd that he was beaten. and might as well give in gracefully; but he did so at last and Charles Lake“ orth mar- ried Kate Dottleson with her father’s blgssing. Dr. Lakeworth has now a large prac- tice at the West. End. and Kate some- timaw complains that he devotes more attantion to his work than to her; Nev- ertheless. they are a very happy cou- ple; and old Mr. Dottleson frankly ad- mits that his daughter's choice was a. wise one, though he looks g‘mve when you ask him about her little visit to Dover. Warmer; who think wifehood 'and motherhood. an obstacle to the "higher life" should read ‘the sk‘eltch of Sarah Armstm. published among the "Open‘ Letters" of the Century. She was the mother of Lady Duff Gordon. whose. letters from Egypt are a classic. and. the wife for nearrly fifty years of John Austin. an English lawyer, who. in' the opinion of Lord Bronxng had the finest legal intellect of his time. He lacked, (however. the qualities which win. success. and failed as a: writ- er. teacher and practitioner of law. He died in 1859, destined. apparently, to remain umknmvn, or to be remember- ed as a. man of great talents whose life was resultless. Ten years later his name became one of the most prom- inent in the histotry of English law. "A woman. was the leader of: the deed." Mrs. Alustim made her husband famous by plublishi‘ng his “Lectures on Jurisa pnudeawe" in three volumes. Wives who make their husbands usuâ€" ally keep in. the shade. standing under the shadow; of the man's name. Atustin modestly claimed only to have edited heir h'usbwnd's wvrittings. \Vhab she really did was to collect all her husband's writingsâ€"an old flaw-book Gulf: of halt; a. few lectwres to which few ha. listened when delivered; hun- dreds of marginal annotations in books he (had mead. and Scores of scraps scrawled in. an almost illegible hand. These she pfurt together with such lit- erary skill that they grew into the rational system, of jurisprudence which worked a. revolution. in the study of English law. The London dailies gave due publicity to this announcement the following morning. with. singularlv prompt reâ€" sults. Mr. Dottleson called at Linâ€" ooln's Inn about eleven o’clock to ask for news, and was informed that Miss Dottleson had come to the office an hour previously, and having inspected the document her father had signed. and received assurance that it was leg- ally what it purported to be, had gone away in the direction 0! tne West End -â€"gx_‘ob§b1y_to Blakqwood Squqrg. "When were you married?" be de- manded excitedly the instant he was inside the house. "Married 9" echoed his daughter. "I'm not married. Who said Iwas?" Mr. Dottleson sank limply into a chair, and gaped at her for three minâ€" utes before "he foumd speech. Then he gulled himself together to perform his uty. "Explain where you have been ever since Tuesday. What have you been do‘ng? \Vhere is that scoundrel Lake~ worth ?" The extreme simplicity of Miss Dot~ tleson’s explanation zoaded her father almmt to madame. She had been stay~ ing with her old governess. Miss Sim- cox. at Dover. for a day or two. It was very slow indeed down there; she did absoluter nothing. She wasn't quite sure Where Dr. Lakeworth was; but he said on Tuesday that he was going to Highgate for a short time' no doubt he would. write when he saw the ad‘- vertisement. ' Mr. Dottleso-n rushed out of the of« fice and called a cab; his excitement was rising again, for in half an hour he was to know where Mrrs. Lamshed’s money was to go. Kate was standing at the dining-room window when he drqugfip and came to op_e.n the door. Tuhve wife and mother was emabled to do this g‘nemt wm‘k becaluse she had been. interested in her husband's stud- A HELPFUL WIFE (The End.) inspiration. They spent UM an almost umbmzken tete~a- read and talked to her on Subjects which engrossed his accepted. smch assistance as nemdetr. Theme was nmhdmg masculine aboul this appreciative, helpflul wife; on tho contrary, she was so feminine that her: friends spoke of her as “the! most wom- anly of woman." H'er literary labors weme ahmndmnxt, and earned for man years most of the Alustin dail hrea 4 The best menof the time. Engfishmen Frenchmen and Germans. treqjuenteti her fireside. G1uitzot wrote to her as a. son to a mathem, and msaussed with bet his starteoraft. Bentham, Manam- lay, Mill, Southey, Jeffrey and Glad! stoma weme also amnnt hm- corres~ wyden'tfi- But the delight of associating with grant :1an good men, and of hearin her writings praised. was subordinate flu her one ambitionâ€"to be John Aus- tin’s helpmme. Hen distiFnction ii that she malizad hear idea of helpful wifehvodd. “She desemves." writes the auuthor 011 the "Open. Letter” from which we hava quoted, “to be well known to her lat- her-day sisters, it far no other reason; than as a possible ideal for the newer wumamhood." Few Paragraphs That May Provo Worth Reading. The new mint at Philadelphia will cost $1,652,000. Nine-tenths of the railroad passem gets in England bravel third-class. The Greenland whale, it is said. some- times attains an age of four hundred years. Persons int cling to select a pup. should permit t e pup's mother to make the choice. The one the mother first carries back to their bed is almost cer- tain to becoma the best dog. Excessive coffee-drinking, it is said. impairs the sight. Several European railroads have at last adopted the American system of checking baggage. Domestic troubles caused the coron- er at Thenilworth, England, to close his career with his own hand, and a. coroner's inquest was held upon the coroner . Dr. Ellison. of Williamsburg. Ky" owns a. cow which lately gave birth to a calf that has two bodies, two tails, and eight legs. The head resembles that of a dog. An unusual accident. the explosion of a. coffee~urn. occurred in a. London regtawrant. Four girls were severely scalded, and bhe face of one of them will be permanently disfigured. ‘Alphonse Bertillon, the French mattiâ€" ematician, advocates that each family with three children be exempted from taxation. and that each family not thus provided be taxed 20 per cent. extra. Noah; Raby, who has been an inmate of the poor farm at Piscataway, N.J., for thirty years. is one hundred and twenty-five years old. He has been a. smoker for one hundred and twenty yeaas, and his weight is less than one hundred pounds. Tartini, the great violinist, compos- ed the “ Devil's Sonata. " under the in- spiration of a. du‘eam. He fancied that the devil invited him to a. trial of skill upon his own instrument, and awoke 'wlit’ll. the musig of the sonata yinging To impart a. refreshing odor to an: invalid's room. pour some good cologne into a soup plate and set fire to it with a. lighted match. In China, the man who lives nearest to the scene of amurder, if the perpet- rator is unknown. is suspected of the Grime. and is required to prove his inâ€" nocenca. ' Notwithstanding all the efforts of in- ventors. no one has been able to dis- cover asuhstitute, for leather. For shoes, belting. harness. and a. thousand othgr uses. " there's nothing like leath- A two-story frame house floated away from its foundation, near emburg. Tenn. with all the household umituro. Its owner, J. I. Hopkins. advertises for information of its whereabouts. An average of fifteen hundred tramps a month made their way through \Vin- nehago County. Wis. The number has been reduced to an average of seven- ty-five since a law was passed forcing the tramps to go to work. The favorite beverage of Sarah Bern- hardt is warm milk and water. She hm never used wine or other intoxicants. The best quality of maple syrup comes from the north side of the tree, but the flow is not so large as when the tree is tapped on the south side. Eagles are numerous in the vicinity of Esseg. Slavonia. One was shot there a. short time ago, and on its neck was a. steel collar. bearing the coat of arms of a. noble family. and the date 1646. showing that the eagle. had worn one collar for two hundred and fifty years. THE DEADLY PASTRY. Mrs. Benhamâ€"I believe there is a burglar inn 1:119) pantry WhJeJre the mince pies are; that I made this afteuwon. Ben.h1urn,â€"-\Vell listen, my dear, and we may catch his last words. in {his ears. Ha paper. WHEN BLONDIN WAS AFRAID. One of the many stories told of B-londin‘ since his recent decease comes from a‘ Lomdon correspondent. One of BLOIndin's favorite jokes was b‘o offer to carry ome distinguished spectator! across the rope with him on his back. Everybody [naturally refused, and the great equilibrist, with a. genial smile. would say , “I am sowry you are afraid I should drop you." Bu't he was hoist; ounce. will); 9W}; pgta'rd.» His, was exhibiting in Paris, and was about to cross the Selma on his rope. Chaim, the great oaricriturist. had come to make a. skatch‘ Blondin. recogâ€" nizin him, at once invited him: tocross with im. 1 "\Vi‘th pleasure." replied Chaim, "but am one condition." "And that. isâ€"?" queried Blondin. “That I shall carry you. on my: back," answered Chlalm. "Not if I kimow myself!" answered Blondin. “Ah ! ' triumphantly exclaimed Cham. “This time. Monsieur Blondin, it is you who a'pe afraid I” and ITEMS OF INTEREST. fiflty years his constapt spent their days 11! m tete-a-tete. H'q once traced if or") the legai mind. and she cuuM