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"Yes, mother, he will come. Of course She will come!” and‘ the girl turned her drawn and anxious young face toward the satiang door, just as if her blind mother would see the‘ action, It is prolr (hie that the old woman divined the“: longing glance from the change in the girl’s tone, for slw,l<)o,lmlf turned toâ€" ward the door. It was ahabit these two women had acquired. ’l‘l‘ey conâ€"i1 Itantly looked toward the (1001‘ for the arrival of one who never came through the long summer days, through the‘ quiet winter evenings; moreover. they rarely spoke of other things: this ar- rival was the topic of their lives. And? now the old woman’s life was drawing to aolose,as some lives do, without itsl object. She herself felt it, and 11te daughter knew it. There was in holly of them asuhtle sense of clinging. It; was hard to die without touching the reward of a wondrous patience. It was cruel to deprive the girl of this burden, for in most, burdens there is a safe- guard, in all a, duty, and in some the greatest happiness allotted to human existence. It was no new thlingmhis wailing for the scapegrat‘e son; the girl had grown up to it, for she would not know her brother should she meet him in lha street. Since sight had left the old mother’s eyes she haul fed her heart, up- on this hope, He had left thorn eighteen years before in a fit of passionate 1'0,â€" aentment against his falher,whose only fault had been too great indulgence for the son of his old age Nothing had been too good for dear Stephenâ€"ha rdly anything had been good enough. Edu- cated at a (-harrlty school himself. lhe simple, old clergyman held the mistakâ€" en View that no man can lie edumted above his station. There are some poo- pie who hold this View «still, but they cannot do so much longer. Strikes: laâ€" bor troubles and the difficulties of «loâ€" meslio service; bioâ€"called gentleman Emmiâ€"keepers and lady millinersâ€"ahove all, a few colonies peopled by univerâ€" sity failuresâ€"will tear-h us in time that to educate our sons above their station is to handicap them cruelly in the race for life. V “Mother,” she exclaimem "there is someone coming along the road." The, old Iudy‘wns ahead); sitting up in bed sturng with her sightlers's orbs bward the \ximluw. Thusfhoy \mimd The man Slapped npposiie the roHage. “Yes, mmhm‘, he will Pomp," was her usual nylswgert gig) ope. day she gave a Iittha exciamution of surprise find A}? most or. fear. “MMLMJ‘ ,. l .) HAL,_M And snuwhow it ('amre to he an 11n<lvr~ stood thing- that he was to mine in the afternnon when they were all ready for himâ€"-whe)1 .I'oyoe had r‘lad her pretty young form in a dark dross and when the Old lady was up and seated in the chair by the fire in winter, by the door in summer ’l‘hey had never imagined his arrival at another time. It would not, he quite the same should he make a mistake and some in the morning, below; Joyce had got the house put right. Yet, he. new-1' r-ame. A groaler infirmity came instmd, and at last Joym sug‘gesied that her moâ€" ther should not get up in had awaâ€" thel‘. They both knew what this meant but the episode passed as others do. and Mrs, Leach was bedridden. Still She said: “Hex, will ronm, [H a! He will surely Stephen Leach was one of the early victims to this craze. His father, havâ€" ing risen by the force of his own will and the capal’ulilics of his own mind from the people to the church, held, as such men do, that he had only to give his son a good education to insure his career in life. So everythingâ€"even to the old pzu‘son’s sense of right and wrongâ€"was sacrificed to the education of Stephen Tear-h at public school and university Here he met and selected for his friends youths whose futures were insureddllnd who were only pass- ing through the formula, of an educa- tion so that no one could say they were unfit for the snug government appoint- ment, living or inheritance, of amore substantial sort that might be, wait- ing for them. Stephen acquired their ways of life without possessing their advantages, and the consequent-e, was something very nearly approaching to rat for the little country rector. Not hav ng been a, university man him- self, the rector did not. know that at Oxford or Cambridge, as in the army, one may live according to one’s tastes. Stephen Leach had expensive taslir-sdmd he unscrupulously traded on his fa- ther’s ignorance. He was good~lookâ€" ing, and had :1 pertain brilliancy of manner which "goes down" well at the varsity. Everything was against him, and at last the and came. At last the reotor’s eyes were opened, and whnn a narrowâ€"minded man’s eyes are once owned he usually becomes stony lit :9. heart, Stephen Lear-h left, Eng!- and, and before he landed in Ameriâ€" ca his father had departed on alonp- er journey. The, no’crâ€"do-well had tho good grace to send hack the little sums of money saved hy his mother in her widowbood, and gradually his letter»; ceased. It “as known that he w in 901110,!” Am] the, girl would go to the “inan and draw aside the rurtains, looking down the. quiet (-ountry road toward the Village. (ibih, and there, was; war going on t were, and yet the» 01d lady’s {nit h nevâ€" er wavered. “He will l‘mrw, Joyce,” she would my "he will surely tome!” GM’S RHURN. ‘ The young man made a hesitating ‘littlc movement with his right hand ‘and shuffled uneasily on the clean ‘stone step. He was like an actor callâ€" ; ed suddenly upon the stage, having no lknowledge of his part. The return of i this prodigal was not a, dramatic suc- ‘ case. No one seemed desirous of learnâ€" ‘ing whether he had lived upon husks ‘or otherwise, and with Whom he had ‘eaten. The quiet dignity of the girl, 1 who had remained behind to do all the ‘ burden, seemed in some subtle manner jto deprive him of any romance that 1 might have attached itself to him. She 1ignored his halfâ€"proffered hand, and, j turning into the little passage, led the lway upstairs. Stephen Leach followed Vsilently. lie was rather large for the ‘houso, and especially for the stairs; ‘moreovordie had aoertain burliness of ‘wwlk, such as is acquired by men livâ€" ing: Constantly in the open, There was a vaguely pained look in his blue eyes, as if they had suddenly been opened to his own shortcomings. His attitude toward Joyce was distinctly apologetic. When he followed the girl ncross the threshold of their mother‘s headroom the old lady was sitting up in bed, ‘ holding out trembling arms toward the idourl Here- Stephen Leach seemed to ‘know better what; to do. He held his mother in his arms while she solibed and murmured out her joyl He had 1no words, but his arms meant more ithan his lips could ever have told. It iwould semi] thth the best part of hapâ€" lpiness is the sharing of it with someâ€" :one else. "Joyce" was the first, dis- tint-t word the old lady spoke, “Joyce, ‘he has (tome at last, He has come! Come here, dear. Kiss your brothâ€" 101‘. This is my first hornwmy little 1 Steve." and the two women heard the. 1ath of the gate. Then J0ycc,turning’,saw 1hat the mother had fainfed. But it was only momeniary. By the time she reached the bed her mother had recovered conâ€" sciousness. “G0,” said the old, lady, breathlessly; "g9 and lgt him in yourself?” Downstairs on the doorstep the girl found atall man of 3001‘ thermbouts with abrowner face than English suns could amount for. He looked down into hu‘ eager eyes with a strange, quesâ€" tioning wonder. “Au; It'oo late?” he asked, in a voice which almost seemed to indicate a. hope that it might be so. “N0, Stephen,”ishe answered. “But mother cannot live much longer, You are just in tune." The young man had sunk upon his knees at the bedside,m‘0bahly herjapse The young man khelt upright and submitted gravely to this maternal invgptorxfy. “Yes,” she said. "I knew he would grow to be a l/ig‘ man. His little fing- ers were so strongâ€"die hurt me some» times. \Vhat (L great mustavhel I knew you had been a soldier. And the skin of your far-e is brown and a little rough. What is this? what is this, Stephen, dear? 18 this a wound Z” Suvh was the homecoming: of the pro- digal. After all he arrived at the right, moment in the afternoon, when the house was ready. It sometimes do»; happen so in real life, and not only in hooks. There is a grant deal that; might: be altered in this world, but sometimes, by a. mere chance, things Fame about rightly. And, yet there was something wrong, something: suhtle, whivh the (lying woman‘s duller senses failed to detect Her son, her Stephâ€" en: was quiet and had not muoh to say for himself. He apparently had the hahit of taking things as they came. There was no enthusiasm, hut rather a restraint. in his manner, more esâ€" pecially toward Joyce, The girl no- ticed it, but even her small experivnce of human-kind had taught her that large, fairâ€"skinned men are Often thus. They go through life plat-idly, leaving unsuid and undone many things which some think they ought to say and do. After the first, excitement of the return was over it became glaringly apparent that Stephen had arrived just: in time. His mother fell into uhapâ€" py sleep hetore sunset, and when the active young dot-tor came a little latâ€" er in the evening he shook his head. it: was the most ronvonient position. He did not second his mother’s proâ€" posal with much enthuqiusm. Altoâ€" gether he did not seem to have disâ€" covered much sympathy with his sis- ter whom he had left in her cradlle. Joyce mime forward and leaned over the bed to kiss her brother while the old lady’s hands joined theirs, Just as her fresh young»: lips came Within reach he turned his face aside, so that the kiss fell on barren ground. on his tanned cheek. “Yes.” answered the prodigalspeuk- ing for the first time. “That is a sword out, I got (that in the last war. I am a colonel in the Chilian army, or was, before I resigned.” “Joyce,” rontinued the old lady fev- erishly, “I. am not afraid to die now, for Stephen is here. Your brother will take care of you, dear, when I am gone." It was strange. that Stephen had not spoken yet, and it was perhaps just as well, because there are. occasions in life when men (10’ wime to keep silent. The old lady’s sightless eyes were fixed on his fame as if listening for the (who of another voice in his deep, quiet; tones. ‘ "He is strong,’ the proud mother went on, "1 can feel it. His hands are large and steady and quiet and his arEs are big and very hard." “Your voice is deeper than your fa- ther’s ever was,” She. said, and all the while her trembling fingers moved lovâ€" ingly over his face, touching the deep out from cheek bone to jaw v» ith soft; inquiry. "This must have been very near your eye, Stephen. Promise mP, dear. no more Soldering.” "l promise that,” he replied, vsith- out raising~ lii' eyes. taken Iver hand in his with that silent sympathy which was so natural and so eloquent. He said nothing, this big, sunâ€"stained youth. He did not even glance down at his sister, who stood small, soft eyed and gentle at his side. The doctor knew something of the hisâ€" tory of the small. family thus momen- tarily united, and he had always fear- ed that if Stephen Leach did return it would only kill his mother. This, indeed, seemed to be the result about to follow. Presently the doctor took his leave He was a young man en~ guged in getting together a. good pracâ€" tice, and in his own interest; he had been forced to give up waiting for his patients to finish dying. It did not go on for a couple of days, but Mrs, Leach lived through that night in the same semicomatose state, The two watchers sat in her room unâ€" til supper time, when they left their mother in charge of a hired nurse, whose services Joyce had been forcâ€" ed to seek. After supper Stephen Leach seemed at last to find his tongue, and he talked in his quiet, almost gentle voice, such as some men possess, not about himself and the past, but about Joyce and the future. In a deâ€" liberate: businessâ€"like way he proceedâ€" ed to investigate the affairs of the dyâ€" ing woman and the prospects of her daughter; in a word, he asserted his authority as a brother: and Jayne was relieved and happy l‘o obey him, It is not in times of gayety that friendships are formed, lvut in sorrow or suspense During that long evening this broâ€" ther and sister suddenly became in- timate, more so than months of prosâ€" perous inlerrourse r-ould have made them. At 10 o’clock Stephen quietly insisted that Joyce should go to bed, while he lay down, all dressed, on the sofa. in the dining-room. “I am glad you are here," he said to Stephen, who accompanied him to the door‘ "It; would not do for yrur sisâ€" ter to be alone; this may go on for a couple of days.” “I shall sleep péi'fectly; it is not the first time 1 have slept in my clothes.” he said simply. They went upstairs together and told. the nurm of this: arrangement. Joyce remained for some moments by the bedside watching her mother’s peaceful sleep,and when she turned she found that Stephrn had quietly slipped away. \Vondering vaguely whether 119 had in- tentionally solved her (liffivulty as in the fraternal good night, she wrnt to her own room. The next morning Mrs. Leach was fully conscious and apâ€" peared to be stronger; nevertheless she knew that the end was near, She called her two children to her bedside and, turning her lilind vyes toward them, spoke in broken .sentvm‘es: A New York fidelity vompany has compiled statistics of the embezzleâ€" ments‘ of puM‘H- and m‘ivam funds dur- um: law, year. The shun aggregated $1L154,530. “I will come back in six months,” he announced quietly, and then he closâ€" ed the door behind him. “May lumme back again 9” he asked suddenly. "I am refldv mmwâ€"l am rend ',” she . 5 said. "Dears, I am going to your fath- orâ€"and " ‘ " thank God, I can tell him that I left you togflher. I always knew Stephen would some hack‘ 1 found it written everywl’xere in the Bible. Stephenâ€"kiss me, dear l” The man leani, over the bed and kissâ€" ed her. “Ah,” she sighed, “how 1 wish Ioouid see youâ€"just om'e before 1 die. Joyâ€" ce!” she added, suddenly turning to her daughter, who stood at the other side of the bed, “tell me what he is like. But I know ” " "‘ I knowâ€" I {931 it‘ Listen! He is ta|l and spare like his father. His hair is black, like his father’sâ€"it was black before he went away. His eyes. I know, are dark â€"~zL|m<>st dark. He is paleâ€"like a ‘paniard !” Joyce looked at'ross the bed with slow horror dawnng in lxer face, looked inâ€" to apair of blue eyes beneath tawny hairmut shortas a soldier’s hair should be. She looked upon a man big, broad, fairâ€"English from crown to f0e~21nd the quiet command of his lips and eyes made her say : "Yes, mother, yes.” For some moments there was sil- ence. Joyce stood pale and breath- less, wondering what this might, mean. ,‘hen the dying woman spoke again: "Kiss me,” she said. “I * “ * am going. Stephen firstâ€"my first, lrm‘nl And now, Joyce ” ‘ " 11ndan kiss each other across the lied! I want to hear it. “ ‘ ‘ lwanf4 " "‘ ‘ to tell " ‘ ' your " ‘ " father,” “Last night,” he went on, "I made all the nece wiry arrangements fur your futureâ€"just as Stephen would have made themâ€"as a brother might have done. I * * " He and l were brother officers in a very wild army. Your brother was not a. good. man. None of us were.” His hand was on the door. “He asked me to some and tell you," he added, "1 shall go back now.” They stood mumâ€"he “um-hing her face with his honest, soft; blue eyes, she failing to meet his glance. She give a little gasp, but made no answer. Joyce made no answer. The tours stood in her eyes ‘l‘here was something Very pathetic in the distress of this strnng man. facing, us it were, an em~ ergency 0f Vhivh he felt the (ieEiL-aoy to be beyond his clevernex‘ to handle. Half an hour afterward Joyce and this man stnod facing emsh other in the little dinng room‘ He began his explanation at onue. tell " ‘ ' your " ‘ " father,” With a last effort 51m raised her hands, seeking their heads. At first Joyt‘e liesii.uied,then She 1911111, furmu‘d, and the old woman’s chilled fingers pressed their iiprs iogether. That, was the end. He paused, moved toward the (1001‘ with that strange limitation which she had noticed upon his arrival. At the door he turned to justify himself. "l "still think,” heisuid Tgx‘averflWhat it was the, best thing to do.” 19 "Stephen, 110 said, "was shotâ€"out thereâ€"us a traitor. I could not tell her Lhat! I did not mean to do this, hm whut else 001le I do T’ A YEAR’S EMBEZZLEME READS LIKE A DIME NOVEL DESPERATE GANGS OF MEN IN THE KLONmKE REGION. A Benn-nod Klondlker Given Ills Experi- enceâ€"Some of" Ills Friends Murdered for Their Goldâ€"A Chicago Man‘s llx pen-Iona: “In: the Ghouls or the Momr mains. The expected is happening, The sudâ€" den rush of desperate men into the Klondike region late last season is beâ€" ing fullowed by the appearance of tales of violence and robbery in the new E] Duratio. Dawson City itself is believed to be fairly safe, as the desperate characters there are over-awed by numbers. The worst that cum, happen to a man is to be cheated of his hard-won goldâ€"dust ha a gambling den. But in the sparâ€" sely settled region round abouL :mur- der and robbery are rife. George F. Barry, a recently returned Klumliker, makes this statement: "My story sounds so much like it dizmt»umel :ulvu]l.11re that 1 am allâ€" most ashamed to talk about it. I “am over (he Dyea, trail with a party of six early in March, 1897. The trail wan then new and in bad shape, and “'9 werv («impelled to throw away :1 lot of sumleos. “‘0 finally settled in what, now knnwn as Dead Mule Valâ€" ley. and, laid out our claims. \Ve had fair husk, and, before the winter set inhad cleaned up nearly $2,0‘iiflupieve. In the mean time Lxxemy other millen- had (mine down frum the Klondike 1'04 gion and made their home-s in the valâ€" ley. “'l'muu‘d thu last of September, two strangers, claiming to be unlucky prosv vectors. wandered inLo camp and spent, a week with us. By that time we were all anxious to get; back to Dawson buthad not-made up our minds as to the host way of reaching the town. The two strangers said they could lead us through the, passes to the Dawson trail. A deal Wu: made with them to act 3,3 guides [or the party, their Pa." to be $500 each. "I don't know how it was, but in $01an munmur I became suspicious of Lhe atrungers, and at the last minute Pete Jr‘urrel, ‘Dutch‘ Bauer and 1 dropâ€" ped out of the party. Our only {fear then “as that the guides were maklng a. .bum ’bluff’ to earn: the $1,000, and mught get us “One week later Farrel, Bauer and I struck camp and took up a trail to the west. Alter {L fiveâ€"weeks' struggle and great suffering our little band of three reached Dawson, and we were surprised to lea-In that our friends had nut arrived there. We Waited nearly bl. month for them, and then started for home». Dawaozn is full of energetic ntmwpaher man and the arrival of a party of twenty men with fully $100,â€" 000 in gold. dust could not have been overlooked. All three of us made efâ€" forts to induce the Dawson people to get up a rescuing party, but were unâ€" successful. “lmlwrwe learned that the man “811$ Under the mum: of 'Yello’w 'l‘om,’ and was an ullâ€"rmmvl bad man. '.[‘\\0 days before we reached Dawson he hm] shuwn up with a. big lot of gold (lusl, which i» now plain was stolen frum the, mom be murdered. Strunger proof than this was “mud in a sled “'hit'll was owned h) mm of our Dead Mule Valley party. 'l'his was un‘Parthwl in a secondâ€"hand supply store along with sum!» guns and hlunkets which [had no tumble. in irllvntifying, and the pro» prlewr Said positively he had bought the stuff [rum ‘Yellow Tom.”‘ F L Routing; is 21 Chicago man \\ ho has had expcrivuce wiLh the ghouls of the Klondike. Mr. Keating's story is as follows: "I came, out, of the Klondike district \xith L\\0 comrades early in November last by the overland route. For two weeks we struggles] on over ulounlains of ice. and snow, and, being pretty well tired out, got, 11, little careless. Suddenly two strange men were with us. Nobody seemed to know where filmy came from; apparently (they had inst sprung up out of the underluush, LOST IN THE MOUNTAINS. We had no idea they were pilots for a band of ghouls, as they afterward turnâ€" ed out to be. We tried to induce the other cumpem to wait, but the strangâ€" ers had won them over, and early in October Farrel, Bauer and myself bade the others good-by. Nobody has even seen or heard of any member of that party, except the guides, since that day. "As I have said, we waited for nearly a month, and then got ready to start for home. Just as we were about to lame Lawn I ran into one of the ghouâ€" lish guides in a gambling house, and M once, asked him where our friends were. The chap was drum-k and ugly and replied, with an insolent leer: “.ll you’ll go buck a. few hundred miles on the trail you'll find them wailing for you.‘ The boldness of his answer mudfi me- lusv my head, and inxtezld of letting the, mailer drop there l :LLarLed in in ‘m-ix up' with him. This was a job J got the. \VUI‘SlZ of, as the roam was full of desperadoes who were plainly in sympathy with him, and at the. first my purtunlty] turned, tail and ducked out of the (min, smnethling 1 should hm’e done at; line beginning before speaking to the lmndit. was ready m surround the gambling- house and Lake out the ghoul, but the fellow {had huem taken :may by his. companions and we could not pick up the 1111.1]. "Hunting up Farrel and Bauer, I told them of What had occurred, Hnd \w at once went to the hwthol'itieas and laid the. matter before them. Inside (7f an hour a. posse 0.“ THIRTY ARMED MEN "\Ve were determined not to be tak- en u‘nawares, and I stood guard for the first three hnurs, of the night. Nelsa tuok his turn next. and 'I went to sleep wear Duly. Duly went on watch JUSt before daylight' I Suddenly I was awakened by arm} I didn’t like the Way "Wis left Dawson with MGJZDB In (Just, and this fact must have been known to K'he gang, for nothing eLse wauld have brought those men Out there in that w Gather. They insisted that they were px‘uspm-Lors hound to the (Ligâ€" g‘ing‘s, but they had no packs, no min- ing outfits. and only two days' rations of foul and tlwir rifles. "We, were then crowing the Dalton min and were heading for Fort Sel- kirk. Rotmutedly we bud to lay down our weapon»; and assist in handling the pack: and hplning‘ each other up and down. the hills. The two strangers were always together In the centre of the party, and their guns were always clown by them. I did not believe they would attzu‘k us alone, but aiuspected. they would try to At the first ha-lt I informed 1%3' 00m- paniwn: of my suspicions. w'e de~ aided upum a plan. We were to drop behind the strangers at the first open atrvtch of canal! ry and then do a little holdâ€"up lludm-ss oursulvcs. We were convinced that the strangers were r0b~ liens, and that they were Ilfler our lives and gold, whim-vb practically meant the Hum: thing to us,f01‘we had risked our lives [or the gold and were determin- ed to do so again. Phil Duly, one of my partners, was a big, strapping fel- low always ready for a fight. Noise 'l‘luumpmrnl my; other comrade, was & iiflhlm’ and full of nerve. "All went well unlil about 2 {"0100}! lel. ultvrnoon, \Ve managed to keep the six-angm‘s in front of and 011): 8111119 always ready for action. \Vllen L110 right, monmm mime lszmg out! ‘Hflld up your hand <,' and at the same time our riflfis came in a level. Th3 strangers facml about, looked down the muzzle of our rifles, and. up went their lmmls. 'l‘hcn llzlly gavalhe strangers a short talk, plum and to the poini. "Daly than m-dereri them to retrace their xteps. The rascals swore and pleaded, but when, at hut Duly lost 11- tienoo, and Mimi his rifle, saying: '(zet alumg ‘nmv, 07‘ you are both dead 1116113 1111‘» pair starmd on a run back over [the trail. \V'e could hear their Purses and threats for ten minutes. 1, iv v H 7,: ' "‘\’\’0 don't, like your company. 331d Ualy. 'nnd you mn't travel “'1ch us {ulyfiungerfl "By the, time we had made our way across the stream that; divided our camp from the hill over which the handih had retreated all trace ofthem h-ad disappeared. We hunted for an! hour, but finally gave up the chase and resumed (:ul‘ mun-h. Invoked. "\Ve. opened a. steady first, and the unseen enemy,qu just as wasteful of ammunition us we. were. Finally, just in the light was growing, six men broke from the clump of trees and made a rush for a steep hill 21 hunâ€" dred yards to their left. Two were wounded and had to be assisted. \Ve recognized one of the wounded men as our ('(rmpunlion of the day befiore, and amwug‘ the uninjured bandits we distinguished the ueg featuras of the second stranger. \Ve winged another of the handils as he reached the bot- tom of the hill. but he was quickly caught, up by his ru‘mrades. "'Whe transportation and outfitting companies will deny my story, but they have good reasons to keep the truth back." Judge thysulf with the judgment of Him-crity, and 111011 will judge uthrs \sith the judgnu-m, of charitwa. Maâ€" mm. Make no (linllay of your izilenls or alla‘i‘nmenls for every one will (-leui'ly tare, admire and acknowledge than), so long: as ynu ('(wm' lhem with the lwauâ€" lifnl veil of modesty.â€"«l€mmons. Lot falsolmml he a stranger to lhy lips; ghayno on the policy thal, first began in tamper with the heart; to hills iflvs thoughts. and doubly shame on that righteous tongue that sold its hunesty and told a lie! The royal crown of Persia, which dates bank to .remute agxm, is in the form of a pm of flowers, surmounted hy an uncut. rubty the Hdzee of a han‘s I jumped up, grabbed my rifle and fall tmmx‘d my vomrades, w'hom .1 SHW kneeling behind. a group ofrbo'wlders to the left of our camp. 1 did not know what, was up, but Duly soon 0.11- lightened me by ahouting. “The. devlls are. behind those trees and the woods are full of them! "Ghouls? The mountain trails are full of them. and many an honust, fel- low, after months of suffering and hardship, has come out. with a. happy heart and full sacks of dust, only to he. cruelly robbed and murdered Hard “(n'kv 1'3 31‘? usually honvst; In- (thlry.â€".}Kovoe. To 9% “hm. ih' right. :xnri 10 rlu if, is uani of I'mn‘nge m‘ of prinriple,~(‘onâ€" flu-ions. 'l‘hv r!1",\‘ian_g' up of a single tear has more of :m benefit fume, than shed~ ding: was of go1'e.â€"Byx'un. A man‘s own good breeding is the Mast ram-urifty against other people‘s ill manner ~(‘hoslm‘fir5hL 'I‘hey who furgbve most shall he mm" forgi:vwm.~â€"Bailey. Twinning makes a man fit. company for hiImsolf.â€"\’0ung. E30) row}; crown of sorrow is rvmemâ€" hering happier 1hings.â€"il‘em‘1ysun. To know how to wzlid. is the great Seu- 1‘01, of suvcessrvjm Maixtm. Who makes quick use of the nmmvnt is a genius of pvndenuv â€"â€"LEL\‘-‘IIS‘T. ()ppm‘t Ll 11213; summer or later comes to all who work and wish.~hord Stanley. Charm strikes the sight,, but merit wins the SOULâ€"Pope, LEAD US INTO A TRAP. THE SOUNDS 0E SHOT CRO\VN OW PE RSI A WISE \VOR DS the thing-