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HomeMy WebLinkAboutThe Advocate, 1887-08-04, Page 6A Memoriam. To the Heroic' Engineer, H. Donnelly, who died at ide post 111 the recent disastrous collision ot Thomas: Xo:the eadibeer audheo be all Praise 941d pr due, eteed firm, despising danger, to lilo Poet and duty true; With his hand upon the lever, firm the grand old hero stocxl; Just to eave the train he perished; tried his best, did all he could, Lifeje him was just as ewoot as our life is to us all, But he bravely stood and perished gave his life at duty's call; "Twee quixotic, rash and foolish "—thus the bitter cynics say; Such his praise, because to BONO them he had thrown his life away. -``Ile was half intoxicated"—such the words that others use; Bitterly they thus revile him; thus the dead man they abuse. Ohl thank God, that he is resting deep below the crumbling clay, Sleeping sound within his coffin, little reeks he what they say. Shaine upon the soandal-mougers, shame upon their cowardly race; They, if Donnelly wore living, dared not say it to his face. Take one of these base revilers, place the lover in his hand, Place him in the same position as poor Donnelly did stand, Lot us watch our noble cynic—see his coward's. cheek turn pale ; Little thinks he of his duty, little thinks he 01 the train, Not like he who stood and perished—filled a hero's noble grave, All our cynic thinks is simply his own cowardly life to saye. Just because he did his duty, to WS 1,0St stood nobly true, Bitter words and harsh revilings are the perished horo's duo; Such his praise and such his honor,he who feared not death and pain, He who nobly, bravely, grandly perished in the raging dame. Thus his epitaph should read: "Lies 11 hero underneath, One whoa° noble brows deserved the victorious hero' s wreath." One who died upon his engine, true and faithful to the last, Calm and cool, as swiftly forward to death's doom his engine dashed, With his hand upon the throttle faced grim death without a fear. Oh I may angels crown with laurels the name of Donnelly, Engineer. GE°. T. PArenEE (aged 14), G. T. B., Niagara Falls, Ont. Sth, HUGH'S LOVES. CHAPTER•X.I. THE WEE WIFAE. And that same God who made" your face so fair And gave your woman's heart its tenderness, So shield the blessing He implanted there, That it may never turn to your distress, And never cost you trouble or despair, Nor granted leave tbe granted comfortless, But like a river blest where'er it flows, Be still receiving while it still bestows. Jean Ingelow. SO far, that my doom is, I love thee still, Lot no man dream, but that I love thee still. Tennyson's Guinevere. "Shall we soon be home, Hugh ?" • "Very soon, Wee Wifie." "Then please put down that great cracking paper behind which yon have been asleep the last two hours, and talk to me a little. I want to know the names of the villages through which we are passing, the big houses, and the people who live in them, that I may not enter my dear new home a perfect stranger to its surroundings ;" and Lady Redmond shook out her furs, and Settled herself anew with fresh dignity. Sir Hugh yawned for the twentieth time behind his paper, rubbed his eyes, .stretched himself, and then let down the window and looked absently down the long 'country road winding through the stubble land; and then at the eddying heaps of dry crisp leavesnow blown by the strong November wind under the horses' feet, and now whirling in crazy circles like witches on Walpurgis's night, until after a shivering remonstrance from his little wife he put up the window with a jerk, and threw himself back with' a discontented air on the cushions. — "There is nothing to be seen for a mile or two, Fay, and it is growing dusk now ; it will soon be too dark to distinguish a shagle object ;" and so saying, he relapsed into silence, and took up the obnoxious paper again, though the words were scarcely legible in the twilight; while the young bride tried to restrain her weariness, and sat patiently in her corner. Poor Hugh, he was already secretly repenting of the hastystep he had taken ; two months of Alpine scenery, of ,quaint old German cities, of rambling through galleries of art treasures with his child -bride, and Hugh had already wearied of his new bonds. All at once he had awakened from his brief delusion with an agony of remembrance, with a terrible heart -longing and home- sickness, with a sense of satiety and vacuum. Fay's gentleness and beauty palled on him; her artless questioning fatigued hire. In his secret soial he cried out that she was a mere child and no mate for him, and that he wanted Margaret. If he had only told his young wife, if he had confided to her pure soul the secret that burthened his, child as she was, she would have understood and pitied and forgiven him; the very suffering would lave given her added womanliness And gained his respect, and throughthat bitter knowledge, honestly told and generously received, a new and better Fay would lave risen to win her husband's love. s. But he did not tell her—such a thought never entered his mind. So dayby .daY her youth and innocent gaiety only alienated him more, until he grew to look upon her as a mere child, who must be petted and humored, but who could never be his friend. Yes, he was bringing home his bride to Redmond Hall, and that bride was not Margaret. In place of Margaret'sgrand face, framed in its dead -brown hair and deep, pathetic eyes, was a childish face, with a small rose -bud month that WAS just now quiVering and plaintive. "Dear Hugh, 1 ani Eto very tired, and you will not talk to izie," in a sad babyish voice. Will talking rest you, Birdie," asked Hugh, dropping his paper and taking the listless little hand kindly, Fay dropped her head, for she Wa0 ashamed of the bright drops that stole through her lashes from very weariness. Hugh would think her babyish end fretful. She must not forget she wag Lady Redmond ; so she answered, without looking IIP, -" We have been travelling since daybreak thie Merning you know, Hugh, and it is all so fresh and strange to me, and I want to hear year voice to make it win real eoraehow '" perhaps I feel stupid bepause I ara tired; but I had an odd fanny just now that it was all dream, and that ; Phouid wake up in ray little room at the cottage and find myself again Fay Mord:mint." " Is net the new name Prettier! a(Pir 2" observed her husband, gently. Fay colored ,and hesitated; and finally hid her face in shy fashion on Hugh's shoulder, while she glanced at the little gold ring that phone go brightly in the dusk. "Pay Redmond," she whisperea. " Oh yes, it is far prettier," and a tender smile came to her face, an expression of wonder- ful beauty. "Did ever name Found half so eweet as that ?" What is nay Wee Wifie thinking about ?" asked Hugh at last, rousing him- self with difficulty from another musing fit. Fay raised her head with a little dignity. "1 wish you would not call me that, H111,12.' "Not call you what ?" in genuine astonishment. "Why, are you not my Wee Wifie ? I think it is the best possi- ble name I could find for you; is it not pretty.yeenoughtfer your ladyship ?" Yes,but is so childish; and will make people smile, and Aunt Griselda would be phooked, and," but here she broke off, flushed and looking much distressed. Nay, give me all your reasons," said Hugh, kindly, " I cannot know alt that is in my little wife's heart yet." But Hugh, as he said this, sighed involuntarily; as he thought how little he bared to trace the workings of that innocent young mind. The gentleness of histone gave Fay courage. "1 don't know, of course—at least I for- get—but I am really sure that—that—, The Polite Match -Maker' would not consider it right." . • What 2" exclaimed Hugh, .opening his eyes wide acid regarding Fay with amaze); ment. " The Polite Match -Maker,' deer," faltered Fay, " the book that Aunt Gribeldif gave me to study when I was engaged, be- cause she said it contained alt the nebes- eery and fundamental rules for well-bred young couples. To be sure she smiled; and said it was a little old-fashioned; but I was so anxious to learn the rules perfectly that I read it over three or four times." " And , The Polite Mitch -Maker " wOuld. not approve of Wee Wide, you think P"and' Sir Hugh tried to repress a smile. "Oh, I 'am sure of it," she' retarned, seriously; " the forms of address were .so different." • "Give me an example, then, • or I. can hardly profit bythe'riale3/4i,• Fay had no need td' consideF; but she hesitated foe all that., She was never -sure how Hugh would take thinge when he had that look on his face. She did not want him to laugh at her. " Of.course, it is old-fashioned, as Aunt Griselda says; but I know the Match - Maker ' considered Honored Wife,' or Dearest Madam,' the correct form of ad- dress." And as Hugh burst out laughing, she continued, in a slightly injured tone— "Of course I know that people do not use those terms now, but all the same I am sure Aunt Griselda would not think Wee Wifie sufficiently respectful,"—and here Fay looked ready to cry—" and though the book is old-fashioned she said many of the rules were excellent." , But, Fay," remonstrated her husband, " doesit not strike you that the rules must be obsolete, savoring of the days of Sir Charles Grandison and Clarissa Harlowe ? Pshaw !" with a frown, "1 forgot I was gauging a child's intellect. Well," turning to her," what is your busy little mind hatching now ?" "])ear Hugh," stammered Fay timidly, "1 know I am very ignorant, and I ought to know better, and. I will rook In the dictionary as soon as 1 but I do not know the meaning of the word obsolete." " Pshaw 1" again muttered Sir ,Hugh ; then aloud, "the term, honored madam, signifies disused, out of date, ancient, anti- quated, antique, iieglected and so on." "Ah, Hugh, now I know you are laugh- ing at me; but," rather anxiously," The Match -Maker' cannot be all wrong, can it? It is only what you call absolete." "My dear child," answered Hugh, gravely, "you can trust your husband's judgment, I hope, before even this wonder- ful book—in this matter I am sure you can; and in my opinion the prettiest name I could have selected is this 'Wee Wide.' It pleases me," continued Hugh, his fine features working with secret pain. " It is no name of the past, it touches on no hope. for fortune, and it reminds me of my little wife's claim to forbearance and sympathy from her extreme youth and ignorance of the world. To others you may be Lady Redmond, but to me you must ever be my Wee Wide." Fay clasped his neck with a little sob. "Yes, you shall call me that. I know I am only a silly ignorant little thing, and you are so grand and wise; but you love your foolish little wife, do younot, Hugh 2" Yes, of course ;" but as Hugh hushed the rosy lips with that silencing kiss, his conscience felt an uneasy twinge. Did he really love her? Was such fond - flees worth the acceptance of any woman, when, with all his efforts, he could scarcely conceal his weariness of her society, and already the thought of the life-long tie that bound.thein together was becoming intoler- able to him? But he shut his ears to the aeousingvoice that was ever whispering to him that his fatal error would bring its punishment. Well, he was responsible, humanly speaking, for the happiness of this young life; as far as he knew how, he would do is duty. " Well, sweetheart," he observed, gleam. ing enviously at Fay's bright face, now quite forgetful of fatigue—how could she be tired while Hugh talked to her 1-4, what other amusing rules does this marvellous book contain 2" "1 do think it is a marvellous 'book, though it is somewhat obsolete ." and here Fay stammered over the formidable word. "1 know it said in one place that married people ought to have no secrets from each other, and that waEi why I told you about Frank Lumsderi ;" and here Fay blushed very prettily. Frank Lanigan," observed Hugh, in scene perplexity; "1 don't think I remora- ber, Fay." "Not remereber what I told you that Sunday evening in the lane—the evening after we were engaged I How Mr. Lumsclen wanted to tell me how he admired me, but I pried endwould upt let him ; and he went avvey op, unhappy, poor folic*, As though ; erlaid eYer haVegararl kr him," gontieued Fay; with, innocent. Kern; aa she located up hate; Ifughai handsome 'face, He was ret'ecil,inegilleierweatsfeript;ievtetlyY, us then. tkhne9nw. that— lovely, no doeht, to her hey 10Vere. But to him, with the meinorY Pf Margaret's grand ideal beauty ever before,him, Fay's pink and pearly bloom, though it as as purelytinted es the inner celyx of a rose, fadedinto mere color prettiness. And aa yet the epell of those wonderful eyes, of which Frank Lumsden dreamt, had exercised no potent faseinatiOn over her husband's heart. "Hugh," whispered Fay, softly," you have not kept any secrets from me, have you? I know I am very young to share all your thoughts, but you will tell your little wife everything, will you not?" No secrets from her ! Heaven help her, poor child. Would she know—would she ever know? And with a great throb of nein his heert answered "No." " Why are you so silent, Hugh; you have no seorets surely 7" " Hush, dear, we cannot talk any more now; we have passed the church and the Vicarage already—we are nearly home ;" and as he spoke theySallie in sight of the lodge, where Catharine was waiting with her baby in her arms. Fay sinned and nodded, and then they turned in at the gate, and the darkness seemed to swallow them up. The avenue leading to Redraond Hall was the glory of the whole neighborhood. Wayfarers, toiling along the licind dusty road that leads from_pingl to Sandyoliffe, always pauilialaWleok through the great gate. ,'itt" MI6 green paradise beyond.. , It was like a glade in some forest, . so deep was its ehadowy gloona, so unbroken its reponse; while the arrowy sum -shaft flickered patterns on the mossy footpaths, or drew a golden girdae round some time- woratrunk. •/fere stood the grand old oaks, under whose branches many a Redmond played as a 'child in the days before the Restore. tion--lort before the time when•Karma- duke, fifth baronet of that nano, joined the forces of Rupert, and fell fighting by the side of his dead sons. Here too were the aged beeches'; some with contorted holes,and marvellously-. twisted limbs, like Titans struggling in their death -throes, and others with the saP of 'Youth dill flowing through their woody veins, as they steed clothed in the beauty of their pain. Fay had often played in this wonderful avenue. Sheremembered, when she was a child, rambling with her maractigige_Redmond woods, with their Torgetreed and wild -rose thickets;' and theirainy sylvan lawns,starred, over with woodland flowers, dupla' as Spenser would have peopled " with bearded 'lamas and Satyrs, who with their horned feeCde wear the ground, and all' the woody nymphs—.the fair Hamadryades';" but though she peered eagerly but in the dark- ness, she could see nothing but the carriage lamps flashing on SOMO bare trgra Or gaunt skeleton branches. "Dear Hugh," she whispered, timidly, -0 how gloomy and strange it looks—just like an enchanted forest." i "They have not thought fit to cut down the trees to give light to your ladyship," observed her husband, 'laughing at her awe-struck tone. "Give me your hand, you foolish child ; when we have passed the next turning you will see the old Hall. There will be light enough there '." and scarcely,' had the words passed his lips before.the Hl1 burstupon them—a long low range of building,with its manywin4 dows brilliantly illuminated and ruddy with &alight, while through the open door the forms of the assembled servants moved hither and thither in a warm background of light. "What a lovely old place," cried Fay; *breathless with excitement. "1 had almost forgotten how beautiful it was, bnotrrIsh2111 see it better by daylight to. naow " Yes," he returned, with a sigh, " I shall have plenty to show you, Fay, but now let me help you off with those furs, and lift you out." • Fay shook herself free of the heavy wraps, and then sprang lightly to the ground; and with her head erect like a little queen, stepped over the threshold of her new home with her hand still in her husband's. The circle of men and *omen gathered in the .great hall, with the housekeeper and grey-haired butler at their head, thrilled with a vague surprise and wonder at the sight of the childish figure beside their master. " Good evening to you all," said Hugh, trying to speak cheerfully, though there was a huskiness in his pleasant voice that was foreign to it. "You see I have brought home your new mistress at last, Ellerton. Mrs. Heron," shaking hands with her, " you must give Lady Redmond a hearty welcome." "Yes, indeed, Sir Hugh," and the stately housekeeper folded her plump hands and looked complacently at the pretty face before her. "A thousand welcomes both to you and her ladyship, Bit Hugh, and a long life and a happy one to you both." But the housekeeper, as she ended her little speech with an elaborate curtsey, was marvelling in her kindly 'heart What on earth had possessed her reader to bring this lovely child ter be .the mistress. of Redmond Hall. Thank you, very much," returned Fay, timidly, and her sweet face flushed as she spoke. " I trust we than soon become good friends: I know how you all love my dear husband, and I hope in time that you will be able to love me too for his sake." "There can be no doubt of that, I should think, Mrs. Heron," returned Sir Hugh, moved in spite of himself; and at his tone the shy fingers closed more tightly round his. Those who wore standing by, never forgot Fay's look, when the girl -wife teased her beautiful eyes to her husband's fac`?An. a nOW, cantinued Sir Hugh, "you ate very tired, Fay, but Our good Mrs. Heron will show you year rooms, that you may rest and refresh ?ourself after your long journey. This ie yolir maid, I believe," turning to a fresh, 1•ight-looking girl, behind. him ; then, pAl ay obediently left What tithe will dinner be =yea, EigAlcrttmla ?; iarter to eig , Sir Iftigh." "Very well; X hope ere are lights and a fire in the study," S WIF111.11.11.1111.MMIO 14 TOS, F4r, ,acigh, and in the depai* drawing-0On as But his master did net' epee to hear him, as be ypoo PIPWly acreaa t1.10 bell On big! way to bis dreeceng-room. • OHAPTPli, Ili Inn BLUM NESTIE. . Tais perhaps waalove— To have its hands too 1 till of gifts to give For putting out a hand to take a gut; To have so much, the perfect mood o lovo Naiades, in strict conclusion, being loved ; As Eden dew wont up and fell again, Enough fer watering Edon, obviously Se had not thought about his love at all. The cataracts of hor soulhad poured theInselVeS,, And risen eelf-crowit'd in rainbow; would she ask Who crowIed her ?—itoullleed that she wag rown'd .7:1. B. „Timm iny Redmond Hall was a curious old house; it had been built originally in Gothic style, but an aspiringltedrnondavho was ignorant of the laws of architecture and not possessed with the spirit of uniformity, had thrown out windows and added wings that savored strongly of the Tudor style, while here and there a buttress or arch was decidedly Norman in its tendency. To a connoisseur this medley of archi- tecture was a groat eye -sore, but to the world in general the very irregularity of the grey old pile added to its picturesque entirety, and somehow the effect was very pleasing. The various owners of the Hall, holding all modern innovations in abhorrence, had preserved its antiquity as far as possible by restoring the old carvings and frescoes that were its chief ornaments. The entrance -hall was of noble dimensions, with a painted • ceiling, and a great fireplace surrounded by oaken -carvings of fruit and flowers, the work of Gibbon, with the Redmond motto, " Fideles ad urnam," in the centre. The walls were adorned with stag's antlers, and other trophies of the chase, while itnplemente of warfare, from the bow and arrow to the modern revolver, were arranged in geometrical circles round the battered suits of armor. The dwelling -rooms of the house, with the exception, of the ,drawing -room and billiard -room, were long and low, with the balm painted ceilings and heavy oak- earvinge ; and some of the windows, especially in thelibrary and morning -room, were furnished with such deep embrasures is to form sinall with -drawing rooms in 'themselves, and leave the farther end of the apartment in twilight obscurity even on the brightest summer's day. Many people were of opinion that the aid Half needed complete renovation, but Sii.Wilfred had cared little for such things. In his father's time a few of the MOMS had been modernised and refurnished, the 'damask drawing -room for example, a hand- some billiard -room added, and two or three bedrooms fitted up according to nineteenth oeliturylaste. But Sir Wilfred had preferred the old rocime in the quaint embrasures, where many a fair Redmond dame had worked with her daughters at the tapestry that hung in the green bedroom, which repre- sented the death of Saul and the history Of Gideon. • • In these rooms was furniture 'belonging to many a different age. Carpets and chair. cushions worked in tent stitch and cross stitch and old-fashioned harpsichord; gaudy white and gold furniture of the Louis Quatorze time naixed with the spindle -legged tables ,Of the Queen Anne epoch. ' At the back af the Hall lay a broad stone terrace reaching from one end of the house to the other. On oneeide were the stables and kennels, and on the other a walled sunny garden, with fruit tree e and a clipped yew -hedge and et sun -dial, on which a stately race of peacocks loved to plume themselves. theBheYer°b11aded -garden, where in the olden time, ' a iviby the yew -hedge was , many a notable..house-naother, with her chintz skirts hustled through her poeket. holes, gathered sitnples for her medicines, and sweet-smelling lavender and rosemary for her presses of homeamun linen. These gardens were walled and entered by a curiously -wrought iron door, said to be Flemish work; and below the terrace lay a smooth, gentle -sloping lawn, that stretched to the edge of a. large sheet of water, called by courtesy the lake—the •whole shut in by the background of the Redmond wood. Here through the sunny afternoon slept purple shadows, falling aslant the yellow water -lilies, and here underneath the willows and silvery birches, in what was called" The Lover's Walk," had. Hugh dreamed many a day -dream, whose begin- ning and whose end was Margaret. Poor Hugh 1 he little thought as he paced that vialk.that the day should come when his wife should walk there beside him, and look at hiin with eyes ;that were not Margaret's. When Fay, escorted by Mrs. Heron and followed by Janet, had ascended the broad oaken staircase, and passed through the long gallery, the housekeeper paused in a recess with four red-baized doors. "Sir Hugh's dressing -room, my lady," she explained, blandly, ' and the next door belongs to Sir Hugh's bath -room' and this," theointirniegisrooloemin, to the centraldoor, " is h "What," faltered LadyRedmond, rather fearing 'from Mrs. Heron's manner that .gthhiossrtosotmorym. ight be the subject of some "The Oriel room," repeated the house- keeper. still more impressively, " where the Redmond ladies have always slept. In this room both Sir Wilfred and Sir Hugh were born, and Sir Marmaduke and his sons Percy and Herewald were laid in state after the battle." It was well that Fay did not understand the latter end of the housekeeper's speech, but she shuddered notwithstanding with vague discomfort when the door was opened, and all the glories of the Oriel room were displayed before her. It was so largo and grand that a queen might have slept in it and have been content, but to Fay's eyes it was only a great gloomy room,, so full of hidden corners and recesses, that the blaz- ing firelight and the wax candles only seemed to give a faint circle of light, beyond which lurked weird shadows, hiding in the deep embrasures of the windoWs, or beaming against the painted ceiling. The cabinets and wardrobe, and greteeque table e and chairs, all of black oak, and, above all, the great Oak bedstead with its curiously twisted pillars and heavy silk damask curtains—each projeoted separate shadows and filled Fay's mind with dismay, J.while from the panelled Walls the childish figure wag reflected in dim old mirrors. " Oh dear," sighed the little bride, " I shall never dare to be by ruYaajf in this rem. janot, you. must never leave ; look how those shadows rnove." " Its noteuite penny, my lady," replied Janet, glanoing behind her at her naistress'a word, " ut 1think I can mend matters a little;" ana so saying, she touched the logs so sr ertly that they epluttered and emitted shoWere et eperks, till the whole room gleamed *arm and taiddY with reflected brightness, " That is better, Janet," cried Fay, delightedly : " but where are you going, BIM Heron ?" for the housekeeper was making myoterious signs that her lady shonla foilow her to a curtained recess; iudeed," she continued, wearily, " I am very tired, and would rather see nothing more." . "Don't be too sure of that, my lady," returned Mrs. Heron, smiling, and her tone made Fay follow he; at once, But the next moment she uttered a little scream of delight, for there, hidden away behind the ruby ourtains, was a tiny room—" a wee blue -lined nestle," fitted up as a boudoir or raorning.room. The bow window promised plenty of light, a cheerful modern paper covered the wall, with one or two choice landscapes ; the snowy rug ; the soft luxurious couch and low easy- chairs,covered with delicate blue cretonne •, the writing -tables, and bookcase, were all so suggestive of use and comfort. Two lovebirds nestled like green blossoms in their gilded cage, and a white Persiankitten was purring before the fire. " Oh, the dear room 1" exclaimed Fay, in a perfect ecstasy, and then oblivious of her dignity, her fatigue, and the presence of the stately housekeeper, Lady Redmond liat down on the soft white rng, and lifted the kitten on her lap, "1 had a Persian kitten once," she observed, innocently; "but I took her down to the cowslip meadow and lost her. We called her the White Witch, she was so pretty and so full of mischief. I made Myself quite ill cryingoverher loss, we were so afraid she was killed," and here Fay buried her face in the little oreature's fur, as she reeked herself to and fro in the fire- light. Mrs. Heron and Janet exchanged looke. Janet was smiling, but the housekeeper's face wore a puzzled expression; her new mistress bewildered her. The worthy soul could make nothing of these sudden changes : first a tiny woman rustling in silks, and holding her bead like a little queen, with a plaintive voice spealtingaWeet words of welcome ; then a pale, tired lady peering into corners and averse to shadows; and now, nothing but a pretty child rocking herself to and froa with a kitten in her arms. No wonder Mrs. Heron shook her head rather gravely as she left the room. "What on earth will my master do with a child like that ?" she thought; "she will not be more of a companion to him than that kitten—but there, he knows his own business.best, and she is a pretty creature." But all the same, Mrs. Heron still shook her,head at intervals, for all the household linefithat Margaret Ferrers, the sister of the bliOdiricer Of SEindycliffe, was to have come to the Hall as As mistress ; and the house- keeper's faithful eyes had already 'noticed the Hotta on her master's brow. " Marry inhaste and repent at leisure, that is what many a man had done to his cost," she soliloquised, as she bustled about her comfortable room. " Well, she is a bonnie child, and he's bound to make her happy ; 'she will be like a bit of sunshine in thecld Hall if he does not damp her cheerfulness with his gloomy moode.' A little While afterwards, Ellerton met his little mistress wandering about the Hall, and ushered her into the damask drawing -room. Fay was looking, for her husband. She had escaped from Janet, and had been seeking him some time, opening doors and stumbling into 'endless passages, but always making her way hick somehow .to the focus of light—the big hall; and feeling drearily as though she were some forlorn princess shut up in - an enchanted castle, who could not find her prince. (To be continued.) A pplauded the Speaker. While Senator Harris was speaking at Cynthiana the other day, says the Louis- ville Courier -journal, a half -intoxicated Irishman, who had crawled upon the rear of the platform, interrupted him several times with remarks that were not quite in- telligible. Finally Mr. Harris turned to the man and said: "Please don't interrupt me, my friend. I am not much used to public speaking, and if you want to talk, I'll have to quit.' "Bless yez 1" said the Irishman, "it's i not after nterruptin' ye I am. I'm only approvin' of what ye say. Faith, and I didn't know it was in yoz to do se well as yer doin." The Senator from Madison was com- pletely knocked out by this speech,but he bowed his thanks to the Hibernian and joined heartily in the laughter which the latter's response had caused. Discharged 'the Prisoners. A constable recently brought a man be- fore a Justice of the Peace in a Dakota "no license "county charged with selling liquor. . " Well, Jim," said thejusticeeddressing the officer, where's the licker he was sell- ing ?" "They had just finished drinkin' the last of it, Your Honor." "Hey ?" thundered the court. " I say it was all gone 'fore I got there." All gone before you got there 1 Great Scott, where was you all the time? Do you think I am goin' on with a case like this without some licker put in as evidence for the court to sample? Let the prisoner go, and inebbyle'll bring some more to town. And you see that you get around and make your arrest just before he begins to sell, and not after it's all been swallered by a lot o'follers that ain't half as dry as the court 1" —Dakota, Bell. *bat Caused the Delay. We are a little behind with the paper this week, but ask to be excused for the reason that we have liad to cciok, wash, iren, milk the cow, do the press work, en- tertain clistieguished peop/e and keep the flies off With one hand while writing with the other.-l-Bantet 4nn (Tex,) Enierprige. • •