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“Good-by, dearest!" “Good-by! ” For the- twentieth timc Mark Jerâ€" myn uttered the words of farewell, and for the twentieth time the girl responded, but, realizing that, the parting was not an ondinary one, they were loth to part. even then. Years hence they might meet. again; perhaps never! “And, dearest. you'll remember, if the recollection of me ever stun-(ls in ,your light, you're to forget, I exist,- ed. Promise me that!" The girl looked into the earnest, face bending over her, into the 'depths of the grave, brown eyes. “I cannot," she said softly. "More- over, is it necessary? Is it, what you would do were you in my place?" Her logic ‘was unanswerable, and he sighed. “If you were the only child of somebody next door to a million- aire," she went on. “and your fa- ther forbade you to marry anyone who/was not Wealthy while you real- ly loved one as poor as a. church mouse, would you give up without a struggle? Of course you wouldn't, Mark. You'd wait, and wait, and hope!" “But waiting doesn't; always bring wealth," broke in Jormyn, "especialâ€" ly‘ in the musical' profession. Wny did my father ever dostinc me for his oWn career he added, bitter- 1y. “Because it’s What you’re most fit- ted for," Elsie Renton replied. "Mark, dear, you’re going to be a great man." “You flatter me, sweetheart,” he said, "although it’s true my father was far from being a mediocrity. He Chan-god his name on marriage, and died when I was only five years old. But his existence really ended, so far as the world was concerned. when he fox-sock his old name. for he never composed a. single thing afâ€" ter." A couple of years later Mark Jerâ€" myn was in London. It seemed much longer since he had parted from Elsie Benton in Paris, where they had been fellow students at. the Conservatoire; s-lie, for the sake of finishing a. musical education, he beâ€" cause he had his future living to consider. "How strange!" remarkéd the girl, Wonderingly. "And what. a. terrible example to you, dearest." "You may think so. 01‘ course, I was too young to know much then, and never lxeand how it all happen- ed, for my mother soon followed my lather.” "And his name before wagâ€"7" "Wegar â€" Mark Wegar -â€" one of the foremost composers of his time!" The performance was a success. Mark Jermyn's reputation was more than upheld and he quickly became the lion of the hour. Invitations from the highest in the land literâ€" ally showered upon him, so numerâ€" ous, that they would have taken years to respond to all, one of the earliest. coming from the Rentens oll‘ering a. princely fee for a short recital at a. forthcoming “At Home." To this Jermyn stiflly replied that he only accepted social engagements. An answer soon came altering the tone of the invitation, and a day or two later, he found himself about to meet his loved one once more. The place was already throngod with guests when he arrived. but 151- .sio was the first to greet him, and as he took her hand he would have knelt down there and then and kissed it, had not decorum forbade. She welcomed him gayly, and he felt all at once the happiest of mortals, for a single look served to tell him he held her heart still. 7 He Waived away her words with a smile and another kiss. In Paris the girl had been free from the hidebound conventionalities of home, and her dot'mg parents would doubtless have been horrified had they known she had dared to ogard some one with affection. The two had parted; ho to work for a name and she to enter society. And now he was in London, his fame having pneoeded him, and Mark Jermy‘n, the celebrated pianist, was announced to make his debut before the most critioal audience in the world. Success had not spoilt him, and ‘ he remained the same modest man that, had held Elsie’s hand in his two years since; deeply, madly, in love with her still. Several times she had written to him, and with her last. letter in his pocket, as a. talisman, he faced the eager crowd that. evening. He followed her, and a. little later Was being introduced to Mrs. Benton. “Mr. Jermyn, mother!" The stately lady addressed, looked up, and as she saw his handsome, clear-cut. features. started. "I'm hostess observed. ‘ 'L( mother." “Mr. JermyMâ€"«h. yes, of Course? Your nppearanoo seems familiar. But then. aren't your photographs all over London?" she alked. Mark bowed, but, guessed by hel‘ tone that she had never seen his Mark bowed, tone that. she portrait. 7 Ho saunter“ aimlessly :bout, con- Vursing first. with one and another, till at 1mm he found himself adâ€" fe<rs for the moment." “he “Let me take you to dressing the host himself. And Jer- myn was agreeably surprised; Elsie's father was not nearly so formidable as he had pictured him to he; on the contrary, his attitude toward the young lion of the season was courtâ€" esy and geniality itself. "Ah! my daughter tells me she met you in Paris." he remarked. "One of the first to discover your genius, I believe? Elsie's a. dear girl, my dear sir!" “Always a. dutiful - girl, and a. prize worth the Winning,” continued Mr. Renton, briskly. "It’s a. pity we're to lose her so soon â€" but. there} the men, the men! I Was young myself once." Mark Jermyn turned and followed the other's glance to where Elsie stood talking with the man he had noticed but a. few moinents before. "Are t.lieyâ€"~â€"?” "Engaged, my dear sir, engaged. And to be married shortly. My wife's a. wonderful woman; she‘s arranged it all!" Mark but he from F caught to a. 5 one ( When hand, 1 "You mean some one will fall in love with her?” queried Jcrlnyn, anxiously. "Has fallen in love. Scores of them. By the way, there she is with Lord Mapleson." When the door closed, he took her hand, and looked into her eyes. "Elsie," he asked. “Is it true?" She avoided his gaze. "Is what true?" she murmured. "That you’re engaged to Lord Ma- pleson?” Her eyes filled with tears and she turned toward him passionately. "No!" she said vehemently. “He‘s asked me irequently, but I‘ve al- ways refused. But mammal insists. and the rumor we’re engaged 'is about, already. 011, Mark! Mark!" â€"Witl1 gm outstretching of her arms that was irresistible; “what is to be done?” ‘ He took her into his arms. "You love me, What is to prevent our happiness?" "And I insist on you marrying me!" he cried earnesrtly. "That is if you’re Willing to become the Wife of a. nonent’ity?" She looked up quickly. “Who is the noncntity?" she askâ€" ed. "You. the clever artist or” â€" with a. gesture of disdain â€" "Lord Mapleson?’ ' "Motil'ier â€"- she insists. Father, I know, would rather I married a. man of my choice." "Then, darling," he cried. “if your mother will not consent, it must be a runaway match. You’re sure you don’t mind intrusting your happi- ness'to me?” He admitted that it was, when someone calling Elsie, she had to leave. Mark strolled back to the drawing room with a. lighter heart. Someone was asking Mr. Benton whether Jermyn was to play; the host shrugged his shoulders, but the musician at once interrupted with the remark that he should only be too delighted. A move was made to the piano, while all voices were hushed as it became known that. the great Jerâ€" myn was at the instrument. He ran through several of his better known things in succession, playing as he had never played before, his audi- ence spellbound and enraptured. The applause at his conclusion, unlike most drawingâ€"room applause, was for once sincere. "No, indeed, Mark, no! I love you, oh! heaps more than I did two years ago, and that’s something, isn’t it?” “A novelty?" repeated Mark, anxâ€" ious to please his prospective par- ent. "Ah, yes! I had almost forâ€" gotten. Toâ€"day’s the twentyâ€"secâ€" ond, isn’t it? There is one thing I only play once a year, and always on the twentyâ€"second of this month." Mr. Benton was profuse in his thanks, and then his less genial Wife inquired as a. special favor, whether he would give them a novelty. The last notes of the song were gradually dying away, when all at once there was a. tense scream from She'is,” assented Mark, 0 ’Rastus, that’s a. pretty heavy hand of crnpe on that. silk hut}! ’Yas, sah." ‘Some dear friend just die 1" ‘Ns mixâ€"but. 10' see dis is ’specially old hat}! ('s first impulse was to flee, 3 resolved to learn the truth Elsie’s‘ lips first. At last, he . her glance, following her in- small ante+oom leading from of the principal apartments. IT HELPED T0 HIDE THE AGE. 0.1710 A few days later Mark Jermyn called to inquire after Mrs. Renton, Whom it. was understood was seriâ€" ously ill. The young fellow was at onco shown into Mr. Renton’s study, Where the millionaire greeted him cordially. "My dear M'r. Jermyn,’ he said, "you’re the very man I winh to'see! You remember the effect. your “’01)â€" derful playing produced on my wife the other evening?” I n “Unfortunately, responded the faâ€" mous musician. "Believe me. I'm exceedingly sorry." “It’s not your fault, my boy," he answered, kin'dly. "The event has brought. something to light which 1 hope may mean your happiness. I have learned that my daughter loves you." a distant corner of the room. All turned and Saw that Mrs. Ren- ton had fainted. Mark ishment “ ch.’ “Yes,” continued Mr. Benton. “and from what I can hear â€"- of course, this is in confidence between you and me â€" it broke Mark “‘0- gar’s heart. My wife jilbed him for myself, andr it. seems that, out of pity, he afterward married a cousin whom he discovered had been in love with him. for years. The air you played the other evening was one of Wegar’s compositions. was it not?” “Yes.” responded Mark, quietly. “And I love her too." “Just so, just so! What I was going to say Was this: my Wife, it appears, was once engaged to your father." each year â€" the anniversary of what I could never make out.” "Ah! my wife recogniy'cd the theme; it was the old love song he used to play to her and of which she had been so fond. The date you mention was the one on which she broke 00' the engagement. 01d mnmâ€" orics came back to her, andâ€"andâ€"” "ch," replied Mark. "My fallie‘ left me the manuscripts, with the injunction it was only to be played on the twentyâ€"506mm of November in “To be sure, to he sure! My Wife wishes me to tell you that, alâ€" though shc broke your father’s heart. she has no Wish 'to break either yours or her daughter’a We are both Willing you should marry E1â€" sie." “Say no more, sir, it’s a. painful subject." Every man and woman of us Who has lived long enough in the World to gain wis-dom by experience will be obliged to admit this strange sad union of Love and Quarrelling; but "Someone opened ‘the door jus‘ then, and Elsie Renton, seeing Mark threw herself into his arms. every one of us who has lived deepâ€" ly enough to know that experience worketh hope, will admit that when Love quarrels with its beloved, it, is just, because this noble ideal of unity has rim oil the track, so to speak; a. virtue has gone to seed; a divine quality has developed a. dcL feet. The outlook of quarrelsome Love is not so hopeless when we can understand this. See how it would work if those two squabbling sis- ters would either of them stop to remember that it is only Love, fool- ish, exasperating, unbalanced, Love, that is responsible for the illâ€"bred domestic criticism that spoils the home life. If Jane once honestly be- lieved that Mary’s love made her so unpleasant, she would Stop aghast, amused, no doubt, and very likely touched; but most certainly silenced. And that Would be the end of the quarrel.â€"Margaret Deland, in Harâ€" "The pleasantest Way to take cod liver oil," says an old gourmand! “I kin sot down an.’ man advice by do hm complacent as an old but de minit my feller advise me I git, all up wonder what. de ic' 'bout." 3'}; itiorfatte'n pigeons with, it, and then eat the pigeons." fier’s Bazar LOVE AND QUARRELLING UNCLE REUBEN SAYS Jermyn looked up in aston- down an] gib my fellerâ€" -by do hour an’ feel as as an old hen about it, , my {taller-(man begins to git all upsot ober it an' Lt. de idiot zun talkin’ FARMERS FROM THE OTHER SIDE OF THE LINE. Robert, Ronald writing to the Lonâ€" don Daily Express says :â€"â€"Ten years ago there were over two million Lunudians in the United States. Long before the next ten years are over there will be quite two million Americans in Canada. There is no check to the influx of farmers from the Northwestern States. It is estimated that, the Canada's Prosperity is the Mag- net Which 15 Drawing the Yankees. There is no check to the influx of farmers from the Northwestern States. It is estimated that the emigrants to Canada will number 75,000 at least, half of the Ameri- cans. During the financial year rt» ccntly ended they numbered 68,000. This new development in the awak- ening of what an American Consul picturesquely described as the “Sleeping Empire Beyond" is leadâ€" ing to new problems, commercial and political. The farmers who are ARE COMING HERE TO STAY Canada has poured out her wealth in developing hcr railways, in ad- vancing agriculture. in improving inlan-d navigation, in building canals and dccpening river channels, and was beginning to despair of at- tracting‘ immigrants in such num- bers as would develop her magnifi- cent domain. Now prosperity has come with a rush. and the American farmers are only the forerunners of a great invasion. and political. The farmers who are selling their lands in Dakota. Iowa. Nebraska, and other northwestern States are not. 'going to Canada. as temporary residents ; they are goâ€" ing to stay. and in a. few years the provinces of Manitoba. Alberta, and Assinihoia will be largely inhabited by Americans. The American capitalists, already poworful in Ontario, and Nova. Sco- tia, in building up Canadian manuâ€" facturers, will soon invade the north- western provinces, whcre rich min- erals remain untouched. Between the Red Rimw and the Rockies there are 65,000 miles of coal-bearing strataâ€"a potential harvest richer than the prairies can yieldâ€"awaiting American enterprise. RICIINESS OF THE NORTHWEST Perhaps Englishmen will also be attracted to the growing Northwest, but the Americans will certainly get the start. What is to be the effect of this inpouring of Americans to Canadaâ€" politically and commercially ? AMERICANIZING CANADA. There are Americans who think the Northwestern provinces should have been regarded as part of the "hin- terland" of the United States. There are some who hope that the inâ€" vaders will assist in the American- ization of Canada. They think the Americans will become a. discontent- ed outlander population who will apâ€" peal to their Government to take them under its protecting wing. There is not the slightest indication at present of any such movement. and there is no reason Why it should arise. ' Wards encouraging their trade. While the trade between Canada and the Mother Country is increasing. that between the Dominion and its neigh- bor is growing at a. much greater rate. And naturally so, not only because of the proximity of the highly developed United States, but also because the best commercial routes in Canada run north and south, not east and west. Canada needs American manufacturing proâ€" ducts, and the Americans need raw and agricultural products from Canada. Americans are just as much at home in Canada. as in the States they left ; they find political life less turbulent, party politics le'ls corâ€" rupt, taxes lighter, the machinery of justice above reproach, and liberty as complete as under the Stars and Stripes. There is no reason why they should not become citizens of the Dominion, and the Canadian Government is certainly doing its best to encourage immigration by sending its agents to the United States and in encouraging settle- ment. This interchange of trade will greatly increase in the near future. At present the tariff is all too much in favor of the United States, but the growing importance of the Do- minion as an outlet for American capital and the development of its industries will soon induce the Am- erican Government to enter into re,h ciprocal trade relations. CANADIANS IN THE STATES. The American emigration, on the other hand, will have a. tendency to- The present City Chamberlain of New Yorkâ€"Dr. E. R. Lâ€" Gouldâ€"is a. Canadian. The former president of the Board of Aldermen in Brooklyn 110w Deputy Commissioner of Docks For many years America. has at- tracted Canadians, and many of these settlers are now returning. The numerous Canadian inhabitants of the United States have not been completely absorbed in the general body of American citizens. They maintain their separate organiza- tions and have patriotic gatherings. Some of them become American citi- zens and rise to important positions, but they still look upon the Do- minion as their fatherland. Some of the most enterprising and prosperous Americans are Cana- dians by birth and education. There is quite a. large Canadian society in New York. mg to the Lon- ,rs :â€"â€"Ten years two million United States. las, president of a. company and of sew Mr. James C. Stewa of the Westinghouse Manchester ; Mr. S: the fdundux‘ and ma While the Canadian Government is Welcoming the American emigrant it is still more anxious than ever to draw settlers from this country. It is taking advantage of the present wave of prosperity to boom Canada. Four lecturers are at work travel- ling about the country describing the. attractions of the Dominion. It should be understood that. good resolutions are usually, if not invar- iably, against bad habits. none of which we Will specify, lost our road- ers accuse us of being personal, and lmving one or other of them in mind. It is in the nature of good resolu- tions to require the penitent to be constantly on his guard; and while one may readily remember‘to do a. fine thing or a noble thing, when the chance offers, or the duty thrusts itself upon one (in that oll‘ens-ive way of duties), one is always for- getting not to do the shabby. or low, or disgusting or wicked thing, that one vowed one's self to for- bear; and it is there that one hits gravel, as the old moralists say. We note the facts not with the ex- pectation that the reader will be in- stantly and fully able to profit by them, but partly for the psychologiâ€" cal pleasure that their recognition 3gives, and partly in the hope of sug- iges-ting, dimly, remotely, a. Way out. 1of the vicious circle in which the 1reason "eddies round and round." It ‘is apparent at this glad hour of the infant year, that we ought to form good resolutions and not put it of] ,till the Fourth of July, or next Christmas. Yet it is just as appar- ‘ent that if we resolve not to do this The Government are ofl‘ering grants to encourage settlers, and are giv- ing prizes for school essays on Can- ada, The Canadian emigration au- thorities are erecting a large office in Trafalgar square, which will be fitted up in luxurious style, and everything in it will be the produce of Canada. The Government are also pushing the fruit; trade in this country, and a company is about to be organized to start shops which will sell only Canadian produce. Altogether Canada is just now the most, prosperous part of the Em- Altogether Canada is most, prosperous part pire. or that, we shall preLty surely do it, because we forget. not to. On the other hand. it is again just as apparent that if we resolve to do this or that good thing, we shall now and then do it, because the opâ€" portunity ofiers or insists. The good resolution ought therefore to be positive, and not negative. 1n its terms. This seems to us the soluâ€" tion, and we commend it to our readers. For ourselves. as we have already hinted, we do not feel the need of so sharp a. spur. â€" Harper's Weekly. In an Irish town the lands of n. 3311001 acquired the habit, of smok- ing. and resorted to the most. inâ€" genious methods to conceal it from the master. In this they were suc- cessful until one evening, when the master caught, tham puffing most. vigorously. Clara. â€" "Don't yoe love me sing, Clarence?” Clarence â€" “Honesfiiy, C1 rather hear Cook sing; for know she is in gwgd humm-L "Now, sir!" bellowed the master to the last boy, "pray, what. disor- der do you smoke for?" Alas! all excuses were exhausted; but the interrogated urchin, putting down his pipe and looking up in his master’s face, said, in a. whining, hypocritical tone: “Sir,” said the boy. "I am sub- ject to headaches, and a. pipe takes off the pain.” “And you? and you? and you?" inquired tltc pedugogLe, questioning every boy in his tum. One had a. “raging tooth"; anothâ€" er “colic”; the third a. "cough"; in short, they all had something for which the weed was an unfailing remedy. “How now the culprits. mucking?" THE ONLY COMPLAINT LEFT. 7’1 smoke for corns GOOD RESOLUTIONS MUSI C AT HOME. bellowed the shouted ho to one of How dare you to be bhcn ; anoth- cough"; hin for mfailing to he