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HomeMy WebLinkAboutThe Advocate, 1887-11-03, Page 6Alone in 1.0111d01,1. I don't know what we'll do, Jim ; the raindi coming fast. I haVen't get 110 n.loney, and it's twelve o'clock and past, .Lot's sit down in deorway, the hrst as we can see, Vo 1ceatnums abyebe get ,t0 eln94? tho" if tb° " "PP" " gm, Come a little defier, Jill), You'XI3 Y°4ngc0t• d'ye see, And the rain won't get so near you if you shelter behind ; - But the matches in that earner, lad, and then they won't get wet, There might be soine cove:1'00mo along as wants to buy one yet Does the rain come nigh you there, Jim? It doesn't? That'a all right. I wish we bad a crustof bread to eat this cold, wet night ; dou't care much About myself, but 1 must keep you alive, And If I can go without at ten, you can't at only. AVO. D'ye see that star up there, jim, a -shining in the sky ? I Wonder wind the people does as lives up there SO high, D'ye think our mother went up there to live inside a star'? I wish we could go too, lad, btit it looks so far, l'm afraid we'll not get there, Jim ; but there, we scarcely know.1 Tom, what lived Seven Dials, died not very long ago, And he said, wben he was dying, that he saw a place all light, And heard 'em singing, and saw folks all dressed In snowy white. Do you feel the cold a deal, Jim? yourbands are 3ust like lead, And stiff—why Jim 1 poor littleJim—ah, whati— heisn't dead 7 Oh. Jim, it can't be --nay, he's gone—Jim's seen his last wet day, And his soul's gone flying upward to the star- light fax away. —The Quiver. The Sad Fate of Counting Nick. Have you ever beard the terrible tale Of Nicholas Perkins Poppingale • Who counted himself to death 7 He began by counting railroad tics, And then he fell to counting flies, I'm sure it isn't any surprise That he finally lost his breath. A promising boy was little Nick, But the counting fever made him sick; Pve hoard of it before. Wheu he took a step he counted that, He counted the purring of the eat, And counted the inches measured flat Of everything be saw. • When be tried to play he had to stop, For he couldn't keep up the count, and hop As fast as other boys. It's hard to ran and count your strides, And count the other boys' besides; And counting the pickets on sleigh -rides Robs sleighing of its joys. At every meanie counted each bite, Which sadly impaired his appetite, And made him very thin. He counted each cry the baby gave, When he went to sail, be counted each wave, He counted tke snores of his brother Dave And the hairs on his grandma's chin. • It's a pitiful tale and yet it's true; And that counting boy was always blue, I never saw him smile. It's all very well to count your casli; But counting the winks of a friend's eyelash Or the nuinber of bites in a plate of hash Is really not worth while, SIR HUGH'S LOVES. —..---- Fluff did not wait for his answer; she chattered on very much at her ease. "Mother and Fern only think I am tak- ing a walk, but I always meant to come and see grandpapa on my birthday. I should think he ought to be very glad • to see me; and if he is not," here her lip quivered a little, " I should tell him he is very naughty to live in this beautiful house while poor mother is so poor, and goes out teaching." But, as she spoke, the door had opened softly, and a tall grey-haired man, with a thin erect figure, walked slowly into the room, leaning on Erie's arm, while Percy followed him. Fluff gave a little exclamation at the sight of the two young men, and then ran towards Mr. Huntingdon, her broad. brimmedhat falling on her neck, and her dark eyes all aglow with excitement. "1 have come to see you, grandpapa," she said, holding out her hand with the air of a little princess ; and then, as he did not fake it, she, continued rather piteously, " please, dear grandpapa, don't be angry with me, for I have come all this way of my own accord, and I am so tired and hungry." If a thunderbolt had fallen in the midst of that stately room it could not have created a greater sensation. Erie flushed and looked uncomfortable, a dark frown crossed her brother's face ; Mr. Huntingdon's was inscrutable as usual, only a grey tint seemed to spread over his. features, and there was a slight trembling in the hand that held Erie's arm. Fluff looked from one to the other, and then she touc e coaxingly. "Do ask gr n pap e kind to me, Mr. Erie," she pleaded. " is always cross, but youhave been BO good and Fern." But a stern voice interrup her. "Do you know this child, Erle? she seems to recognize you." "Yes, sir,' stammered Erie, losing color now as f t as he had gained it ; his embarrass e. n wssened by the look on Percy' face. 1 have s ier when I have been, with Percy. She a lorence Trafford, Mrs.. Trafford's younges hila, and I expect`svhat she% says is quite and that shilisie come of her own accor though I have n'bt-Wea how she found h way here," " How should you, MrTirci, etnrned Fluff, nestling up to her favorite, " when I never told you a word about it, or any of them either ? why, bless me, the stupidest of all those stupid owls in the Zoological Gardens, that we laughed at so vouch, knew more about it than you did. Oh, you need not frown, Percy, you do not come half so often to see poor mother as Mr. Erie (lobe, and he is far kinder to Fern," " I think you had better hold your tongue, Fluff," replied her brother ; but he evidently enjoyed the sight of Erie's ais comfatnre. " I don't see why you are to be troubled with this sort bf scone,"ho cent' tinned, addressing Mr. Huntingdon, who. was eyeing Fluff gloomily all this thaw. " If you with it I will ring :for Roger to - take her h e " No, no, let her be for a menial*" he replied, quickly ; and Fluff who had looked terrified at Perey'sprhpogition, came closer and rubbed her otitis delightedly against his coatsleeve. " That's right, grandpapa, / have not spoken to you yet, have 1? and X have so Mach to gay, I was that little baby you knew whom mother carried through the snow that night. " Yee," as Mr. Hunting. ami shuddered, " I hearether tell Fern ell abolat it One night wheu they thought I was Fielepp—only „I got sleepy and lost half ; but I said to myself, 1 I shall go and tell grandpapa that poor mother is very miser- able and unhappy, and that he meat come and take Care of her.' " " t here. there, You haVe said Yonr leeson very prettily," observed Mr. Huntingdon with a sneer, " Children are apt parrots ;" but Erle saw that his sneer was forced, and that he sat down like gan old man, and he said, earnestly : 'Oh, sir, do not think so badly of your daughter. She has not sent the child on this errand. I -would stake my life on "And how: long have you taken upon yourself to defend pay daughter, Mrs. Trafford ?" asked his uncle ooldly. Erie almost repented of his generous impluse when he heard that hard relentless VOiCe. They had not noticed their visitor, and Raby, at the other end of the great room, lost much of what was passing, he was so absorbed with hie own bitter disappoint- ment. As Erie was silent a moment, Mr. Huntingdon repeated his question. " Since he knew I had apretty eid" er, replied Peroy, carelessly. Erie turned round and their eyes met, but Percy's fell before that glance of utter contempt; M. Huntingdon intercepted the look between the young men. I was not speaking to you Percy," he observed, curtly ; " I should have thought it was your place to take your mother's part, but you choose to be silent. Well, it 18 00 affair of mine. Erie, will you be good enough to answer me a question or two, and then I will trouble you toeend the child home. How often have you visited at my daughter's house ?" " I can hardly answer that queetion, sir; I have been several times." "Did Percy take you ?" In the first instance, yes; but I have been there alone too," for Erie's truthful nature scorned subterfuge. The crisis he had dreaded had conae on him at last; but Percy should not see that he was afraid. He might be weak and vacillating, but he was a gentleman, and a lie was abhorrent to him. Percy's innuendo might work deadly mischief, but all the same he would not shelter himself behind a falsehood. Mr. }Little gdon's hard look involuntarily softened. This show of manliness on his nephew's part pleased him. " Of course you went there knowing that I should disapprove of such visits. Tell me, is this Fern of whom my grandson speaks so very attraotive ?" ' " She ie very pretty." "That is all I want to know. Now will you order the carriage to take the ohild home? No, stop, I think Rodger had bet- ter fetch it cab. But at this point Fluff began to ory. "Oh, I am so tired and hungry," she sobbed," "and all those dreadful bones in my legs, and the crier not come yet. What is the good of a grandpapa if he has no cakes and things, and on my birthday tooP' Mr. Huntingdon smiled grimly. "Very well, order the child somerefreeh- ment, Erie. After all she is but a starved bit of a thing; see she has what children like best. Percy, come with me a moment, I want to speak to you." "Oh, thank you, grandpapa" exclaimed Fluff, cheering up at this; and as the door closed on Mr. Huntingdon, Erie knelt down by the child, and wiped the tears from the tired dirty little face that had brought such trouble to him. And the heart of Fluff was glad within her, for they brought her fruit and cakes and sweet wine on it gold salver,7so that she feasted like a king's daughter, or like the Princees Dove herself; and Erie sat by and watched her all the time, though he looked rather grave and unhappy, Fluff thought. Both of them were rather startled when Mr. Ferrers groped his way towards them. He had been hidden by the curtain, and Erie had not noticed him. "Mr. Erle, if you will allow me, I shoeld like to take the child home." "01 courge," rousing himself,' and look- ing a little bewildered, "we were both to have gone this evening. I had ordered the brougham, but I am afraid now that I must ask you to excuse me. There are circum- stances—and," here Erie paused and bit his lip. There is no need for you to go," returned Raby, gorrowfully ;" the bird has flown. This child," putting his hand lightly on Fluff's curly head, "told me before you came in that Crystal had gone to America --she started this morning." "To America?" exclaimed Erie, in an incredulous Voice. "Yes, but she has tolame no particulars. It is hard, very hard, is it not? I find one does not get used to disappointment. It is a heavy blow to my faith. I thought that to aght we should certainly have Berry, Mr. Ferrers, I could have come with int indee you." "You cotild not I will take the child home, and talk ak*kind friends who have sheltered Crysta , leinst I shall hear about her and know her eiupve- Ments." ' "1 think I hear the cab, M. Ferrero, ff uis 1 not wa e oor little thing," ed Baby, lifting he• as he spoke. tinted contentedly her head n his broad sho r. Erie as Roger guided m to the longed to accorapa them. ent he turned th a e's slow footstep used ' look at this," an he g, a half hooj of era all I wish f nor is none of, he 6. You and I it perfectly' it Be- lies a rig to treati her me toinorrow 4t on her le lips could Flu.a droppe watched t cab. How The next m start, as his u beside him. Erle," he Said, held out a costly diamonds. '1 I have Percy. His sense of finest, but he is useful t need not heat ourbelves less disougsion. MSS Se expect this ring. You very shabbily, Erle. e and tell me you have " And if I refuse ?" Erie's hardly frame the question„ Mr. Rimtingdon smiled ir. "1 de not think you wil t duet', Eilett Yon are the much a gentlem n to treat a woman badly. All the We is saying you and Miss Selby are en gea. You She is angry with Percy aoneetittes ; but canharaly alltwe a girl to be t4ked about." thee he deserves it ; and she will not take But if /1ftefor another Stataniered any pletientei lint all she thinks about is to Erle. 1' Tut, tilts boy, yonwIll yoW 1R.110Y," returne4 Mr. 1uptiugdon, impatiently. "Most young men have half - a -dozen flirtations before they settle down, pIrsoutpi,pb jots ea n1 yn ei sdi Mrs. rtahffittr a/ of tprriottIllye future. If you infringe this rule it will bo at your OW11 risk ;" and then he continued more cernestly-41 Erie, I am determined you shall not disappoint me. You aro my adopted son, and, I trust, my future heir. have a right to count On your obedience. COMO to me to -morrow, and tell me you and Miss Selby are engaged, and all will be Well between us." Then, preseing his shoulder gently, and in a voice no one had heard since his daughter' g loss—" I am an old man, and my life has not been a happy one. Do not let nie feel that you have appointed me too," 0 HA.PTE It XXVIII, IC I WANT MU so." No shade has come between ' Why life has run; Like some long childish dream The and the sun; But now the stream has reached A dare deop 504, ,Is waiting thee, And sorrowAhn and crowned, Ada/aide Anne _Proctor. Fluff woke up before they reaehed their destination, very much refreshed by her brief nap. When the cab stepped before the side door of Mrs. Wat- kins', and she caught sight of Fern standing on the threshold, as though she had been waiting there some time, she gave a little cry, and literally jumped into her sister's arms. "Oh, Fluff, Fluff I what does this mean ?" exclaimed poor Fern, who had passed a most miserable afternoon, picturing Fluff being borne in a policeman's arras to the nea'reSt hospital; but Fluff silenced her by an embrace so vehement that it nearly produced strangulation. " It is all right, Fern, so don't scold Me. Grandpapa was not so very angry—at least, only just at first; but he sent me in the beautifullest supper, suoli nice things on a big gold plate—really gold you know, like Princess Dove's; and Mr. Erie was there, and Percy—and oh 1 I forgot the poor man in the dab, who is blind—quite blind, but he is very nice toe." "Will you let me explain about your little sister, Miss Trafford," said Raby in his pleasant voice; and Fern, turning in some surprise, saw a very tall man in clerical dress standing beside her, as she afterwards expressed it to her mother, "with the very nicest face she had ever seen." "1 do not know if you have ever heard my name; I am Mr. Ferrers, and your .friend Miss Davenport, as she calls herself, is my sister's cousin." " Oh yes, I know," and Fern's voice grew pitiful all at once; "and you have come Just as Crystal has hat ; did Florence tell you? Oh, I am so sorry, so very sorry." "Yes, the child told me; but there is much that I want to ask you. May I come ? the cab will wait for me." And then, as Fern guided him up the narrow stair- case, she told him that her mother was out —an evening class had detained her; and she had been thankful that this had.been the case, ,and that she should have been spared the anxiety about Fluff. Mrs. Wat- kins' boy was scouring the neighborhood, making inquiries of every one he met; and she had made up her mind to send for her mother when the cab drove up. "And she really found her way to Bel - grave House," asked Fern, in a voice between laughing ana crying; "oh, what will mother say," and she listened with eagerness to Mr. Ferrers account of how the child had accosted him, and of her meeting with Mr. Huntingdon. Baby himself had been much Mystified —he had known nothing of his host's past history; he had thought that the child was only paying an impromptu visit until she mentioned her name. Erie had told him that Mrs. Trafford was Mr. Huntingdon's daughter, and that he had never seen her since her marriage. This clue guided him to the meaning of the sternness in Mr. Huntingdon's voice; but he had hardly understood in what way Erie was impli- cated, or why the child should receive BO little notice from her brother. When Raby had finished his account, which was annotated in a rambling and far from lucid manner by Fluff, Fern sent the child away to change her frock and make heraelf tidy, and whispered in her; ear that she might stay with Mrs. Wat- kins for a little; and when Fluff had left them she began to speak of Crystal, and to answer the many questions he put to her without stint or reserve; she even told that Crystal had left them on account of Percy's mad infatuation. " It was very wrong of Percy to take advantage of her unprotected situation, and I ein sure she went to put a stop to it, and bemuse it tve.s so awkward for us. Crystal is not like other girls—she does not care for admiration people turn round and look after her m the street because she is so beautiful, but she never seems to notice it." "No; you are right," he returned, With evident emotion. As Vern spoke, it scene rose to his memory—a fresh young voice i behind his chair seemed to whisper n his ear, Oh king, live for ever!" and there she stood, his dark -eyed Esther in her girl - i 1 loveliness, her white neck and arms' gle ing through lace, a ruby pendant on the s or round threat, the small head looking so queenly with its coils of smooth bleak hair; and he had turned coldly from her, and she never knew that his was the son] of a lover. "No; you are right," he answered, gently; "she was as guileless and innocent as it child." Fern looked et him wistfully ; all her heart seemed to go Out to this sad, noble - looking man. Qrystal had not said too nitich in his praise; but he looked older than She had imagined—for pain and the knowledge of his Ahern and wasted powers had aged him, and there was certainly no youth in ea id, Ot Oh," eagerly, for Sho longed to say something that woulfl comfort him, "1 think sometimes that there is no one ao geed ite Crystal—we have allgroWn to loVe her so. She hes such high-spirited, tro,uble. Seine pupilS ; hut she is so patient with them. When they, are fill she nurses them,. and gin') has More influence Over them than the mother ; and she is always SO kind and theughtful, and 00000 ever sees her cress. do little kindnessee for people; and Ooil get over tlibtigh ,1 Be 'unhappy that She hail 7,471,17.,. 4'44,47, ,777,4 grown quite thin frOm fretting, Abe tliee not to let us Bee it." " Has BIM told yon °IVO hernelf?" be ,asked, in a very levy voice, . " Yes, and it is that that makes her BO unhappy. Oh, she tolcl me all about it, and I thought she would neyer, never stop cry- ing—it preys upon her mind, and her remorse will not let her be happy ; she seems to dread even forgiveness.. I go back to him when I imam blighted his life, and darkened his day?' oh! you ehoula have heard the despair in her voice when she said that, Mr. /Perron," and here Fern's sweet tones trembled. " Mother and I sometimes think it will kill her in time, unless she has help and comfort," " Do not fear, Miss Trafford, she shall have both soon; it will not be long before I find her.11 " But she is in Anaerica—at least eheis on her way there." " There are other steamers than the one in which she has crossed," returned Itaby, with a smile. " I suppose she means to write to you?" " Oh yes, she will write from every place —she has promised me long letters, and of °mine Mrs. Norton will hear from Miss aar. Fre mPei°rn;rds?u °ycill really mean 10 follow her, M Yes, tothe world's end if it be necessary. I have a strong will, and even blindness will not hinder me. Tell me how did she seem last night ; did she leave cheerfully?" "Well, no, Crystal puzzlecl us last night:" returned Fern, quickly; she went out to bid good-bye to her pupils, and Percy way- laid her as usual, but she got rid of him somehow but she was out a long time, and she would not give us any reason; but when she came back her eyes were swollen, and she had a dreadful headache, and yet she said Percy had nothing to do with it." A sudden, wild idea flashed into Raby's mind, "Now was she dressed, Miss Trafford—I mean what colored gown did she wear?" Fern seemed surprised at the question. "Oh, her old brown gown—she was all in brown, I think ; " but she did not under. stand why Mr. Ferrers seemed Ficestre,ngely agitated at her answer. "Tho tall young lady in brown, who seemed tg notice you wanted help ;" he remembered the words of Miss Merriman. Good Heavens ! it must have been she; it must have been her little hand that guided him so gently; oh, his miserable blindness. Of course she had seen this Percy Trafford, and he had told her all about the guestthey expected, and she had come to the station just to -see him once again. But he would not speak of this to Fern; his darling's secret should be kept by him; he would hide these sweet proofs of herlove and devotion in his own breast. Fern wondered why the miserable harassed look left his face. He looked quite young—a different man—as he bade her good-bye; his shoulders were no longer stooping, his head was erect. " Good-bye, Miss Trafford," he said. "1 shall come and see you and your mother again before I leave. I shall go back to Sandycliffe next week, and set my house in order, and talk to my sister. I do not doubt for a moment that she will offer to accom- pany me. I shall not oorae back until I bring Crystal with me." And Fern quite believed him. There were restless sleepers that night in Belgrave House. Baby was revolving his plans and wondering what Margaret would say; and on the other side of the wall Erle tossed wakeful and wretched, knowing that his fate was sealed, and that Evelyn Selby and not Fern Trafford was to be his future wife. And now, as he lay in the darkness, he told himself thatin spite of her goodness and beauty he could never love her as he loved Fern. He knew at the moment he asked her to marry him, and when she put her hand in his and told him frankly that he had long won her heart. "You are too much a gentleman to treat a woman badly," Mr. Huntingdon had said to him well knowing the softness of Erie's bnaltatulyre?; and yet, was he not treating Fern He had thought over it all until his head was dikzy;• but his conscience had told him that his sin against Fern had been light in comparison with that against Evelyn,. What were those few even- ings in Beulah Place compared to the hours ,he had passed in LVelyn'e scIeicetYhL He been in Lady Ma tro.vers train for months ; he had suffered her to treat him as h son of the house. He had ridden with Evelyn in the Row: she had bean his favorite partner in the ballroom. When they had gone to the opera, Erie had been their escort. It was perfectly true,•as Mr. Huntingdon said, that she had a right to expect an offer from him; their names had long been coupled together, and Erie's weakness and love of pretty faces had drawn the net round him. And there were other considerations that moved him—his dread of poverty; the luxurious habits that had become a second nature; and, above all, reluctance to disappoint the old man who, in his own way) had been good to him. Erle knew that in spite of his hard- ness and severity his uncle dung to him as the Benjamin of his old age. No, he could not help himself, he thought, bitterly. And yet how dreary the prospect seemed. He had given up the first young love of his life; and now the barren splendors of 13elgrave House seemed to oppress him—the walls closed round him like the avallg of a prison. And yet other Men Would envy him, and wonder at his leek. Evelyn had many admirers—many a one nobly born and nobly gifted would grudge him his prize ; though he knew, 'and hated himself for the knowledge, that they envied him in vain. Erle found it cliflionit to play hie part well ; but his youngfiatteee was too unsus- pecting in her happiness to OM at her lover's secret trouble. His slight gravity spoke well for him, ehe thought ; Most likely a greater sense of tile responsibility silence. oppressed him. She was too touch in love herself to notice how often he relapsed into Every ono thought him a most devoted lover; he was always at his post—always ready to escort them to picture galleries and flower shows, Or to stand Sentinel at the batik Of Lady Maltravers' box: Eris ithele'S generosity enabled him to load his betrothed With gifts. Evelyn used to remon- strata with hire for hielavfshness, not knowing that 4r. Huntingdon ltd Prompted the gift. " Of Puree I love you to bring mo things," the would say, looking up in his face with her clear candid eyes ; " but indeed, dear Erbe, 1 do not need so many proofs of your affection," " I feel es though I should never' do enough for you, Eva," he answered, hur- riedly ; you must not refuse to let me give you things. I are always thinking hoty am to please you ;" and as he clasped the diamond bracelet on the slender wrist, he suddenly remembered what a pretty hand Fern had, so white and dimpled, and e vivid longing came over him, turning him Pearly sick with pain, to pee that sweet face again, end to hear from those frank beautiful lips that she was glad to see him ; but he never yielded to the temp- tation. On ,the contrary, he had pit all such visits out of his power; for he had Written to Mrs. Trafford within a few days of hie engagement, telling her that his uncle had interdicted them, and that he dare not risk his displeasure, deeply as he regretted such a break in their intercourse ; and he, told, her that he and Miss Selby were engaged and would probably be married in the autumn; and then he sent his kind remem- brances to her daughter. Mrs. Trafford thought it a very manly and straightforward letter. He had not acted go very badly after all, she thought ; her father's strong will had evidently coerced him, and she knew how strong that will could be. He had meant no harm; he had only said pleasant things because it. was his nature to say them; if only it had not gone very deep with Fern. " I have had a letter from Mr. Erie, ray. darling," she said, quietly, as she noticed, that the girl had turned a little paler, as though she had recognized the handwriting; but she had not spoken, only bent lower over her work, 'To be continued.) Lively Canadian ROMS. An English paper gives the following account of an occurrence 'mentioned in our special cables: On Wednesday afternoon an extraordinary scene occurred at WOol- wich. Between 30 and 40 Canadian horses arrived at the T Pier, Royal Arsenal, in the steamship Thorndale, from Montreal, to be broken in for Military purposes. They had been a fortnight on board in stable fittings, and the scene on arrival at - the arsenal being evidently different to any- thing they had previously experienced they became frightened and uncontrollable. Forty horse artillerymen had been Sent down from the barracks for the purpose of leading them to the remount establishment, Woolwich Common, but they could do. nothing with them. One of the animals. jumped overboard from the vessel and alighted on the pier, causing a panic to seize the whole herd. The infuriated animals broke. loose and galloped about the arsenal in the wildest manner. They were ultimately driven to the main gates, where they were stopped. Another at- tempt was made to capture them ; but they kicked and resisted with all their strength, and the attempt had to be aban- doned. Passing through the arsenal gates the horses rushed into the streets, where it was feared they would create a general peril°. With some determination and presence of mind, the artillerymen made an attempt, which happily succeeded, to turn the affrighted animals into the road leading towards the barracks, and thus confined them to one thoroughfare, limit- ing the terror of the foot passengers to the one street. On reaching Woolwich com- mon (a square mile of grass land) they were allowed to gallop, and they gradually tamed down. A sufficient force of artillery- men turned out, and they were ultimately Bemired and taken to the Remount, from whence they will in the course of a few weeks be turned out perfectly docile and. tractable. Good Cause for Alarm. Occasionally the servant has really reason to find fault. A man appeared at an intelligence office the other day and engaged a girl for general housework. "Have you any children ?" asked the maid before she closed the bargain. " Only a few," he replied, and she took this to mean Iwo or three. She arrived at the house just at breakfast time the next morning and was surprised to see nine little ones filing into the dining-roorn. Are there any more ?" she gasped. " Well, yea," answered the proud father, " there are the twins, who cannot walk yet, and the baby." The girl did not stop to unpack her trunk. Disestablishment in wales. Church disestablishment in Wales is - foreseen by many of the strong friends of the Establishment. Bishop Brumby told the Churoh conference a few days ago that he could see the wave of disestablishment coming nearer and nearer to the shore, and he added, "11 the Church has maintained her hold on only 25 per centof the popu- lation she has no claim to 75 per centof the endowments." This sentiment was not applauded. Mr. sainoson concluded to Go. "11 I were to tell you, Miss Smith," ho. said, in a low, earnest tone, "that I am. about to start on a hong journey, even. across the sea, and that it may be months, and possibly years, eke I return, Whet would you flay?" If the girl droopea it wasn't perceptible. "1 *Mild Say, Mr. Sampson," she replied,. Ta, ta."—Harper's Bazar. Good Fishing. : i:”ve just returned from a fishing emir= sion in the Adirenclacks. I had a lovely time " YOU had good luck, than ?" " Oh My, yee. 1 daught a Chicago millionaire 1" ---,Life,. Nice for Manitoba: Mr, John Gunn, who lute a stock and, dairy farad near Goner Station has frac. needed in growing Wild rice, the seed' Of. which was taken up from Ontario. 'Stone do not know that a tablespoonful of baking soda in a quart of boiling water, thrown into the sink and loft to run out, is 51 disinfeetant ; and the same put into pork barrel and therenghly washed renfid it will bleat's° it and 'Make it he sweet as when new.