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“Philip.” he replied, with a faint smile; the on‘ort of speaking overâ€" came hlm and for a moment or twd .h'e relapsed into his stupor. Philip’s heart. thruhhed; he made a. Sign to Jessie, but she did not heed it. She was reclining in an arm-chair on the side of the hearth. her head drooped on her shoulder and her eyes closed. He could not bear to break her slum- ber, oven with words of hope. So the silence throbbed on 'fitfully, marked by the light. thin ‘crnckling of flames. the faint fall of little cin- ders, and the tapping of a roseâ€" am“ on the windmrâ€"nane. playing Iitfully upon them. and that the eyes gazed wistftu with a gleam of recognition and showed a. mental struggle passing within. "Do‘ you know me father?" he asked, bonding down and speaking softly. Four days after Mrs. Meade's fun- eral, Phiiip and Jessie were watchâ€" ing by his bed in silence, as the evening was closing in. Mr. Meade had passed from delirâ€" ium to stupor, and had lain uncon- scious for many hours; but now it seemed to Philip, as the firefight. Played on the sick man’s features, that. a light. of intelligence was also playing Iitfully upon them. and that Philip's words were too true, there was nothing either to fear or hope for Mr. Meade; the cold had struck to his Vitals, and broken down as he was by the shock of his sudden sor- row he had not, strength to throw it off, but succumbed at once. said Philip. freeing Jessie’s slight and drooping form from the clasp in which he had taken it, when he saw her stagger under her cousin‘s WOI‘dS. "My Door Kitten, Fathe‘x‘ is upset, but there is nothing to fear.” Philip's words were too true, there “Mrs. Plummer," cried Philip. "don't talk nonsense. Is this a proper Way to speak before Jessie?" "1t shan‘t be said that, I didn’t prepare his family before hand," continued Mrs. Plummer, doloroush‘. "I shall go for Maul at. once." said Philip, freeing Jessie’s siight and du‘ooping form from the clasp in "I never yet could be called a oroaker,” she added, "but I’ve seen that. in Matthew Meade's face to-day is only seen once.” “Dear heart," she said after her last viit to him that night, "I never thonght to feel that loving to Matt Meade; many a spar we’ve had together, to be sure. But to see him lying there, poor lamb, and taken' whatever you give en, as meek as a babe, ’tis enough to melt the heart of a stone. 'And I‘m sure I freely forgive him allâ€"not that I didn’t give him as good as he sent. Dear, dear, I do think I never done your poor father justice, Jessie. 11. isn't every man would take on like that for a wife. and it’s not a. many I seen took so bad with a chill all 0! a sudden," here Mrs. Plummer paus- ed to cry with a. cheerful sense of the value of her physio and nursing, and of Mr. Meade's double virtue both in falling ill and in appreciatâ€" ing it. fMflâ€"wsmmwrmWâ€"m V my 8693* CHAPTER VL , Philip had laid his strong P A MENQ PRGMESE :m armâ€"chair on the 11, her head dl'ooped and her eyes closed. 1‘ to break her slum- hopc. So on 'fitfully, n trackling 1 little cin- OR, THE MISSING WILL lrecalled the intelligence to the dying eyes fixed on Philip’s face. The crystalline tinkle broke through Jes- sie's light slumber, she started up and came forward just as Philip, with a half dazed look, replied in the affirmaiivo. , "My maid,” said Mr. Meade. takâ€"~ ing her tromulous hand as she touch- leil his in bonding to kiss him with some broken words of joy that he was .himself again. "I am going fast. But Philip will care for you. Look to him nowâ€"Jessieâ€"you must marry Philip.” She could not speak, but she sui- iered her hand to be placed in IPhilip’s. which closed warmly upon it Her father held the joined hands in his trelnulous clasp with silent content awhile, then he whispered ' "Promise." They promised; the old man’s fin- gers tightened on the two young hands; his eyes grew hazy; they saw nothing earthly in their blank ‘ “Father :" cried Philip, "who am I ‘2 Tell me before you go.” The haze of death once more clearâ€" ed away, the eyes once more brightâ€" ened with intelligence and rested lovingly on the young man’s face. "Philiv," Mr. Meade replied with an effort. "Philip !" The voice failed, the eyes clouded and remained fixed, the hand closed convulsively over those of the two young people. Just. then the door opened softly and Mrs. Plummer stole noislessly in, followed by Dr. Mnule. They stood still arrested by the sight. Mrs. I’lummer with up- lifted hands and startled gaze, the doctor hastily taking a, pinch of snuff. The fire blazed up with sudden new world of thought and feeling Lb him, Philip started so violently and suddenly that. he almost dropped the hand clinging to his, shook a. table by the bedside so that the bottles open it rattled and a glass fell i | l i l against them with n fui recalled the intelligence eyes fixed on Philip crystalline (inkle broke sie‘s light slumber. slu having things clean and straight, poor soul. I was rough at timesâ€" yes; I was rough.” His eyes closed and Philip feared that. the golden sands were run out. But the faint pulse beat on and suddenly quickened when Matthew Meade opened his eyes with a wide appealing gale. “She set her heart on it, poor soul,” he continued, “though she never thought you was to be left alone and not relations enough to live together. Many a, time we talked of it. Philip you must marry Jessie,” he conâ€" cluded, in tones so strong and urâ€" gent as almost to exhaust his ebbing breath, which came gaspineg and than seemed to stop. At the word "marry," which ope new world of thought it strongly before him and he had lately decided thatâ€"he must know it, at the first opportunity. And now the last opportunity was slipping away with every beat of the ebbing pulse in his hand. "Poor little Jessie 2" her father sighed. “It’s hard leaving her. And no mother. But you’ll be good to her. It, troubles me that I was not the husband 1 might have been. I didn’t consider how she was set on In the stirring days of the War the question of his birth had troublâ€" ed him little, but the long months of garrison life at home had brought The precious moments flew: but, Philip could not bring himself to rouse Jessie from the sleep so long denied her. He had so much to hear in that gleam of consciousness for Jessie’s sake and must still keep back the burning long-repressed deâ€" sire to learn the secret of his birth whih would otherwise die with Matâ€" thew Meade. He wisth that on his return from the Crimea his father had not persuaded him to wait a little and consider whether it, was worth while to know a secret his young mother had taken such pro- cautions to keep and which a. curious chance alone revealed to his adopted father. was to be under their guardianship and that. of Mrs. Plummer; he seem- ed to gather strength as he spoke, and, having taken some restorative and asked Philip to raise him to a sitting posture, recovered his facul- ties in a brief flarwup of his flicker- ing life. In the meantime the Miller spoke brokonly of mortgages, of his will, of which Philip was joint, executor with Mr. Cheeseman, 01 Jamie, who .1 "Money, the sick man murmured faintly. “All for you. Speculations â€"losses:-â€"scll the mill." “I understand,” Philip replied, in a soothing voice; “but you will be well again soon and set the mill goâ€" ing. Listen; it is going now." But, even as Philip spoke the familiar throb, tln‘ob of the mill ceased, the Wheel stood still and Lhu men went. home for their Sunday rest. Philip had laid his strong pink hand- on the brown purph-voincd mm lying on the coverlct. and fun. his father‘s ubbing lire-beats more strongly beneath the welcome touch, while the deathâ€"halal eyes continu- ed to gaze “m; dumb appeal into his. “Dear father, a thing 7" he asked. asleep in the chair "Money," the Si which opened an entirely a faint was you Want any- "Jessie is here, lh that, dying The 11 Jesâ€" Jaysonâ€""It is strange, isn’t it ‘7" Jimpsonâ€"“Erâ€"what is Strange 7" Jaysonâ€""Why; that the oldest. inâ€" habitant- is al\\;1;{s a, manwnever a woman" Many good stories are told of Sir Walter Parratt, the Master of the King's Music. Here is one illustra- tive of his extraordinary memory. Some eight or ten men were assemb- led one evening in one of the lodgâ€" ings attached to St. Michael’s Col- Whl Ibye, is not of ihe low origin she is ‘1)opulariy credited with), has the great distinction of being able to read and write, which makes her unique among Chinese women of her generation. She looks extraordinarâ€" ily young for her age. her hair is still dark and luxuriant, her skin firm and unwrinkled. though she rouges to a considerable extent. Her chief recreation is card-playing with the ladies of her Court, and large sums of money are often staked, for at heart she is a gambler. Robert Casper, of Neuâ€"Ruppin, Ger- ;mnny, who is totally blind, makes a living as a newspaper reporter. His memory is such that he can rememâ€" her the exact Words of any speech. Ilis accuracy is marvellous. It has long been known that the Czar possessed a very pretty musical gift, and His Majesty has recently assayed his power as a composer of music to his own verses. In these verses the predominant note is one ‘of religion. They extol the glories of the Orthodox Church 'nnd its saints land exalt the virtue of Christian selfâ€" ‘sacrifice and renunciation of worldly goods and prosperity. Mr. Briton Riviere. R.A., is do- serredly proud of the remarkable feat of having had a picCure hung at the British Gallery While still :1 Cheltenham schoolboy. At seventeen two of his paintings were accepted by the Royal Academy. And yet, in spite of his early success, he was {or some years compelled to main- tain himself by illustrating maga- zines and books before he could re- sume the "luxury" of his beloved brush. PECULIARITY OF THE SEX That wonderful woman, the Dow- ager Empress of China (who, by-the- scious features", .19 hair and tearful of agony. and 11m hands claSpcd in gers. Then it 51 group by the bed Notes of Interest About Some Prominent People. PERSONAL POINTERS. â€"on MuttLow Meade's uncon- featureS, Jessie’s tumbled gold nd tearful face, Philip’s look ny. and 1110 two young living clasped in the stiflening fin- Thcn it sank and loft thu by the bed in shadow (To be Cominned.) In the procession now gathering for the first parade, five if not six of the seven ages are represented. There are old men and women who cannot walk upright, however the delal may urge, others of middle age, with years of active service before them; young men full of vigor and youth, fit for the fields; young Womenâ€"movâ€" ing for once unveiled, yet unrebukekl, before the faces of menâ€"and children of every ageâ€"from babies, who will be sold with their mothers, to girls and boys on the threshold of manâ€" hood and womanhood. 'All are dres- ‘sed in bright colors, and displayed to the best advantage, that the ’hearts of bidders may be moved and their purses opened widely. "It will be a fine sale,” says my Ineighbor, a handsome, dignified Moor, from one of the Atlas villages, who had chosen his place before I had reached the market. “There must be well-nigh forty slaves.” The attractive women and strong men have been sold, and have realiz- ed good prices; the old people are Now each delal has his people sort- ed out, and the procession begins. Followed by his bargains, he march- es round and ronnd the market. Some of the slaves are absolutely free from emotion of any sort. 0thâ€" ers feel their position. I learn that the delal's commission is 25‘ per cent. on the purchase price, and there is a government tax of 5 per cent. Slaves are sold under a warranty, and are returned it they have not been properly described by the auctioneer. Bids must not be ad- vanced by less then a Moorish dol- larâ€"that is about three shillingsâ€"at, a time, and when a sale is concluded a, deposit is paid at once, and the balance on or after the following day. Prayers are over, the last amen is said, the delals separate, each one going to the pens he presides over and calling upon their tenants to come forth. Obedient to the sumâ€" mons the slaves face the light; the sheds m'e emptied, and there are a few noisy moments bewildering to the novice, in which the auctioneers place their goods in line, rearrange dresses, give children to the charge of adults, sort. out men and women according to their age and value, and prepare for the promenade. The slaves will march round and round the circle of buyers, led by the aucâ€" tioneers, who will proclaim the latâ€" est bid ofl‘ered, and hand over any one of his Charges to an intending purchaser, that he may make his exâ€" aminations before raising the price. Slowly and impressively the deluls advance in a line to the centre of the slave market almost up to the arcade where the wealthy buyers all sit expectant. Then the head auc- tioneer lifts up his voice andâ€"oh hideous mockery of it allâ€"he prays. With downcast eyes and outspread hands he prays fervently. He recites the glory of Allah the One, who made the Heaven above and the earth beneath, and the sea. and all that is therein; his brethren, and the buyers say amen. Within the sheds the slaves are shrinking, huddled together. They will not face the light until the marâ€" ket opens. The crowd at the en- trance parts to the right and left to admit grave men wearing white tlrbans and jellabias. They are the delals or auctioneers, and the sale is about to begin. On the ground by the side of the human cattle~pens the wealthy paâ€" trons of the market seat themselves ‘at their ease, arrange themselves in leisurely fashion, and start to chat as though the plaCe were a. smoking- room of a club. Water-carriers (lean halfâ€"naked men from the Sus) sprinâ€" kle the thirsty ground, that the tramp oi slaves and auctioneers may not raise too much dust. As they govabout their work with the. apathy and indiflerence born of long experâ€" ience, I have a. curious reminder of the Spanish bullrlng, to which the slave market bears some remote re- semblance; the gathering of specta- tors, the watering of the ground, the sence of excitement, all strengthen the impression. iSCENE AT A MOROCCAN SLAVE f MARKET. We pass the portals unchallenged, and the market stands revealedâ€"mi open place of bare, ,dry ground, hemâ€" med around with tapia walls, dust- colored, crumbling, ruinous. Someâ€" thing like an arcade stretches across the centre of the ground from one side to the other of the market, roof- less now and brpkcn down, just as the outer wall itself, or the sheds, like cattleâ€"pens that are built all around it. iWHERE SLAVERY REIGNS n uuwu or penniless idlers, to “hem admittance is denied, clamor out<ide the heavy door, while the city "rats" fight, {or the privilege of holding the mules of wealthy citizens who are arriving in large numbers in response to the report that the house hold of a great wazeer, recently dis- graced, will be ofl'ered for sale. Port- ly Moors from the city, country Moors, who boast less costly garâ€" ments, but ride mules of easy pace and heavy price; one or two high officialsâ€"all classes of the wealthy, to be brief, are arriving rapidly, for the market will open in a quarter 01 an hour. and bidding will be brisk. Proceedings Begun With Prayerâ€" - Showing Off the Slaves. SHOWING THEIR. POINTS crowd of penniless idlcrs HUMAN CA TTLEâ€"PENS jfnctory reason was 11 the sounds continua throughout the night ,audihle at Sunrise. 1 After a. time it \va 'those men who (have interest in 1110 musi than in prospecting 1 0f the mountain sid with thin flakes 01' c1 lying in large beds, V lmoving slowly, lib towards the foot. theories on this digs-t rived at the couch! strains of music are friction of these plat the other; and that the world drowned 111 which accounted 1'01 audible at night. mig! Some lawyers couzizl to confess a. crime. Some candidates lee] v fore an electionâ€"and afterward. If some girls who thix > When the sun had g the myriads of inse their humming, and t sought their lairs, sound of music seen from the mountain like the tinkling of n bells, gradually swulli of harmony, and almost abruptly. In a short time the repeated, and the 5v that, ever fell on lulu". the calm evening 4 wild and improbable ed by the prospectors In 1863 it was first (11 a. party of white settlers come prospecting from and who piLChed theil'1 Side a. \vuterlmlo at the mountain. From the shores of Pyl': near the Truckee River, ;the rockâ€"covered slopes of mountain. It is little man 01' the present ago. no mines, and the counti} base is barren and unfit 1' tion, while the absence of or coaching convenience p of the beaten track of the While this danger might b0 ‘ mized by distributing the oil i1 many hermetically sealed tan!‘ possihlr‘, it could never be quit: minated, and a. bursting Slit“1 v doubtless cause havoc. Strange Formation of Rocks in Nevada An inrush of water followed, and t_he Qil stored in the fuel tanks; came floating to the surface. Had this reached the level of the furnacu doors, both boiler and engine room: Would have flashed with a blue sheer of unquenchablc flame. Luckily tin pumps were set to work in time. and proved equal to keeping the leak under. One point which, in the expert viow, seriously militatos ngzinst the general adoption of the oil fuel for warship purposes is its danger- ously inflammable quality. An ex- ample of this Was cited by the Con- struction Department official. Some little while ago, when the German battleship Kaiser Wilhelm H. mm carrying out steaming trials, sh: touched a. rock with sufllr‘icnt for" to perforate her bilge plating amid- ships. A may construction omcial gave it as his opinion that. oil fuel would long; remain merely supplementar to coal firing in warships. He adm find that the method of employing it would very soon be developed to a stage at which it, would prove quite as effective a means of generating motive power as coal. This, notwithstanding, the coal bunker was not likely 10 became a thing of the past in warships for a long time to come. 011 fuel for warships. The Hibernia is to have the whole of her false bottom space fitted with storage tanks, and suggestion has been raised as to whether coal firing will not be altogether abolished In the latest additions to the King Ed- ward VII. class. In the course of n ('th with one of the principal officials of the Navy Construction Department at Devon- poxt Dockyard, the Express mpre- sentative gathered some interesting expert opinions upon the question 0! 011 fuel for warships. Some New British Vessels Will Hams Such Provision. ’l‘lm Davenport, representative of the London Express learns that. the new battleship Hibernia, just. laid down in the dockyard, is to be specâ€" ially fitted for the storage 0! oil luol in Very large quantities, and that ‘her sister ships, the Britannia and Africa, will undoubtedly be ad- aptod in the 58.1110 fashion. In the course of n. that with one Outside the market-place one coun- try Moor of the middle class is In charge of four young boy slaves, and is telling a friend what. he paid tox- them. I learned that. their prim averaged eleven pounds apiece in English currencyâ€"two hundred and eighty dollars in Moorish moneyâ€"â€" that they were all bred in Mm‘rulb esh, by a. dealer who keeps a. largc establishment. of slaves as one in England might lump (1 studâ€"Im‘m, and sells the children as they grow up.â€" "Harper’s." in little or no demand; but the auct tioncels will persist. OIL FUEL FOR WARSHIPS. would not tr; t be forgiven" reason was mas coutin‘ out the nig at Sunrise. 3. time it u. the sun had gm riads of insem MOUNTAIN MUSI C ates £1] mat [)0 mini nil .in a: $01.11 “' 0 t it: lal . 011. [he HAP. he