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HomeMy WebLinkAboutThe Wingham Times, 1888-06-15, Page 6r 6,) 4 1 '^ THREAD OF LIFE 3 SUNSflINB AND $EEADE. caarriza VLee.Wnrole 142:1Y1 Hugh found the eley among the eendhille amply delightful. the had euild with truth be loved all innocent pleasures, for hie was On of thou; sunny, Menyesided, aesthetic na- ture", in *pito of lin underlying tinge of pawl- nalent and sadness thnt tlsrow tbenvelveewith ardenr into every alinple country delight, and huh deep enjoyment intreee and flowers and waves einsidmenely, in the scent of new. mown hay and the song of birds, and in ;lei ;341 intercourse with beautiful women. War. reit Relf had readily enough fallen in with Hugh's Ow for their day's outing; for et a heat glance be had been greatly taken with Hugit's pretty cumin, the dark -eyed Girton gni. His popeassien of .the Mutt 2'ortle gave him for the moment a title to respect, for a yaoht'e a yacht, however tiny. So he took •theta all up together in the yawl to the foot of the ;auditing t and while Mrs. Mersey and the girls were unpacking the hampers and getting lamb reedy on the white slopes Of t4e drifted dunee, he eat down by the shore and *etched a little bit of the river foreground that exactly suited hie own pecu- liar style—en islet of mud, rising low from the bed of the eluggieh streain, crowned with purple sea -aster and white flowered scurvy -grass, and backed by a slimy bed of tidal ooze, that shone with glancing rays of gold and crimson in the broad flood of tbe reflected auulight. Eleinioraseverileppy, too, in her way; ler had she not Hugh all the time by her side, and was she not wearing the ardent verses she had received from him by poet thatverymorning, inside her dreg% pressed •close against her heart, and rising and fall- ing with every pilse and flutter of her bosom! To him, the bandit:weft:man, they were a mere matter of ocean and potion, and lotion and devotion, strung together on * viender thread, of pretty conceit; but to her, in the innocent ecstasy of a first great love, they meant more than words could emesibIy utter. , She could not thank hitn for them; her pride and delight went too deep for that ; and even were tt otherwise, she had no op- portunity. But once, while they stood to- gether by the denuding sea, with Winifred by their side, looking erttically at the pic- ture Warren Relfhad eketehed in hasty outline, and begun to color, she found an ' heea81011 to let the poet know, by a graceful allusion, she bad received his little tribute of verse in safety: As the painter with a few dainty strokes filled. in the floating iridescent tints upon the sunlit ooze, she Murmured aloud, as iE quoting from some well-knob/is poem,: Red strands that -faintly se* and spot The tawny flood the 'wilco enfold; A web ot Tyrian purple. ebot Through clotli,or gold. • Hugh looked up at her appreciatively wit• evenate of recognition. They were his o veeses, out of the Ballade of the Char he • ad wtitten, and posted to her the night ore. " Mere faint Swinburnian ecimea, thing' worth,"„ he murmured low in a de - p • ting aside; but he was none the less Elettefer at e delicate attention, for all AI that. "And ow clever of her, too," he thought to hi elf with a faint thrill, "to have pieced them in so deftly with the sub- ject of the picture.! After all, she's a very intelligent girl, Elate! A man might go farther and fare worse—if it were not for that negative quantity in doits and stivers." Warren Relt looked up also with a quick • glance at the dark•eyed girl. "You're right,-Eilies,Onalloner,'. he said, stealing a loverne side -look at the iridescent peacock • hues upon the gleaming mud. " It shines like opal: -No precious stone on earth could be lovelier than thet. Few people have the eye to see beautyin a flat of tidal mud like the ono I'm painting; but cloth of gold and Tyrian purple are the only words one could possible, find to express in fit language the glow and glory of its exquisite coloring. If only I could put it on canvas now,as you've put it in words, even the Hanging Committee of the Academy, I believe—hard- hearted monsters—would tear:testy be stony enough to dream of rejecting it." Elsie smiled. How every man reads things his own way, by the light of hie own personal interests 1 lifitvit had seen she was trying to thank him unobtrusively, for his copy of verses; Warren Relf had only found in her apt quotation a passing criticism on his own little water -color. Aft,erlunch. the two seniors, the Squire anti, Mrs, Meyeey, manifested the • due duct . desire of middle . age for a quiet digestion in the shade of the sandinlls ; and the four younger folks, nothing loth to be free, wandered off in pairs at their •own sweet will along the bank of the river. Hngh toelt Elsie for hie companion at first, while 'Warren Reif bad to put,himself off ..,-Jor the time being 'with the blue-eyed Wini- fred. Now, Rehr hated blue eyes. "But we must arrange it like a set of Ltaicers," Ilughoried with a languid wave of his grace- ful lusncr; "at the end of the figure, set to corners and change partners." Elsie might have felt half jesslone for a moment at thie equitable suggestion, if Hugh hadn't added to her in a lower tone and with his sweet- est wale: "1 mustn't monopolise you all the afternoon, you know, Elsie; Relf must have'hist inningis too; I can tee by hie face hes just dying totalk to you." ,. ra rather, a great deal, talk with you, Hugh," Etat; murmured gently, looking down at the sands with an apparently mid - den geologic:el interest in their minute 00m. ration. si Ing Ulna chalk downs, but Matted togeth• er under foot with a tussocky network of Beluga( and eoldanella oonvolvulue. In the tiny combos, and valleys in between where tali reed -like .grasses made sort of petty imitation Jungle, you could alt down unobserved under the lee of some mimio range of mountains, and take your ease in an enchanted gardep, Jibs sultans and sultanas of the Arabian Nights+, with- out rtek of intrusion. The see tumbled in gently on one side upon the long white beach the river ran on the other mat with- in the belt of blown eandhille ; and wedged between the two, in a long line, the barrier ridge of miniature welds stretched away for miles and miles in long peropective towards • the southern horizon. It was e lottueesting place to lie and dream and make love in for ever, As. Hugh sat there idly with Elsie by his side under the lee of the dunes, he wondered the Squire could ever have had the bad taste to obj -iot to the generous east wind which had overwhelmed his miserable utilitarian salt -marsh pastures with, this quaint little fairyland of tiny knolls and Lilliputian valleys. For hie own part, Hugh was duly grateful to that unconscious atmospheric landscape gardener for his ad- mirable additions to tke Oa Suffolk scenery; he wanted nothing better or sweeter in life than to lie here for ever stretched at his ease in the sun, and talk of poetry and love with Eleie. At the end of an hour, however, he roused himself !nudity. Life, says the philosopher, is not all beer and skittles; nor is •it all poetry and dalliance either. "Stern duty sways our lives against our will," says the Echoes from Callimachus. It's all very well, at odd moments, to sport with Amaryllis in the shade, or with the tangles of Nemeses hair—for a reasonable period. But if Amaryllis has no money of her own, or if Nam is a penniless governess in a country - house, the wise man must sacrifice sentiment at last to solid advantages; he must quit Amaryllis in search of Phyllis, or reject Necera in favour of Vera, that opulent virgin, who has lands and houses, mesauages, and tenements, stocks and shares, and is a ward in Chancery. Face to face with snob a sad necessity, Hugh now found himself. He was really grieved that the oircumetate ces of the Oen compelled him to tear him- self unwillingly away from Elsie, he was BQ thoroughly enjoying himself in his own pet way; but duty, duty -.-duty before every- thing 1 The slave of fluty .jumped up with a stark " My dear ohild," he exclaimed, glancing hastily at his watch, " Relf will really never forgive me. I'm sure it'e time for us to set to corners and change partners. Not, of course, that I want to do it myself. For two people. who are not engaged, I think we've had a very snug little time of it here together, Elsie. But a bargain's a bargain, and Relf must be inwardly grinding his teeth at me.—Let's go and meet them." Elsie rose more slowly and wistful*. " never so happyanywhere, Hugh,' she said, with, a lingering cadence " as when you're with me.' 9 with yearning and lonega and ether pleasant internal feelingeossuch elle upon in Mile Virginia Oisbriene "one, t s deinsive future. When they're turn ly friend', or brothei and sietera, they can enjoy their friendship or their fraternity in the present telme, without forever gam • ahead with wistful eyes towards e diet and ever receding horizen." "And yet we are not engaged," Hugh went on in a meditative murmur—" we're not engaged. "We're only cousins 1 For memo:moms, our cousinly solicitude for one another's -welfare is truly touching. If all families were only as united as ours, now ! interpreters of prophecy would not ave far to seek for the date of the millennium. Well, well, instruotress of youth, we must look out for these other young people ; and if I were yon, experience would suggest to me the desirability of not coming upon them from behincltoo unexpectedly or abruptly. A fellow -feeling makes us wondrous kind. Ralf is young, and the pretty pupil is by no means unatreotive." "I'd trust Winifred as implicitly"— Elsie began, and broke off suddenly. "An you'd trust youreelf,b Hugh put in, with a little quiet irony, completing her sen- tence. "Ncedoubt, no doubt; I can readily believe it. But even you and I—who are ataider and older, and merely cousins— wouldn't have cared to be disturbed too abruptly just now,'you know, when we were pulling soldanellaas to pieces in concert in the hollow down yonder. I shall climb to the top of the big sandhill there, and from hatepecular mutat —as Satan remarks inPar- adise Regained—Ishell spy from afar where Relf has Wandered off to with the hnmacu- late Winnifrod.—Ah, there they,ere, over yonder by the beach, looking for pebbles or soniething—I suppose amber. Let's go over to them, Elsie, and change partners. Com - noon politeness compels one, of course, to pay some attention to one's host'a daughter." As they strolled away again, with a change of ;partnere back towards the spot where Mrs. deysey was somewhat anxiously awaiting them, Hugh and Winifred turned their talk casually on Elsie's manifold charms and excellences. "She's a sweet, isn't she ?" Winifred cried to her new acquaintance in enthusiastic appreciation. "Did you ever in your life meet anybody like her 2" " Ilut why need it recede ?" Winifred task ed innocently, " Why need it recede 1 Ah, there you pose me. Well, it needn't, of course, among the rich and the mighty. If people are wells, and amply pro* vide4 for bytheir godfathers end. god- mothers at their baptism, or otherwise, they can marry et ouce ; but the poor and the strugglimr—that's Elsie and me,. you know, Ulm Meysey—,the poor and the struggling get engaged foolishly, and hope and hope for a humble cottage—the poetical cottage, all draped with roses and wild honeysuckle, and the weltatired woodbine.—and boil and moil and labor exceedingly, and find the cottage receding, receding recediog still, away off in the dietanee, while they plough their way through the hopeless years, Just as the horizon recedes forever before you when you steer straight out for it in a boat at see. The moral us—poor folk should not indulge in the luxury of hearts,and should themselvesi wrap up severely n their own intereas, till they're wholly and utterly eel - fish." "And are you eelfieh, I wonder, Mr. Mes- singer?" "I try, to be, of course, from a sense of duty; though I'm afraid 1 make a very poor hand at it. I was born with a heart, and do what I will, I can't quite stifle thatirrepressiblenat- ural organ.—But I take it all out, I believe, in the end, in writing verses." "Yon 'sent Elate some versee this mom ieg," Winifred broke out in an artless way, as if she were merely stating a cernmon fact of every -day experience. Hugh had some difficulty in suppreesing a start, and in recovering his composure so as to answer unconcernedly: " Oh, she showed them to you, then, did she? (How thoughtless of him to have posted those poor rhymes to Elsie, when he might hare known beforehand she would confide them at once to Bliss fileysey's sympachetio ear 1) " No, she didn't show them tome," Wini- fred replied, in the same careless, easy way as before. "1 saw them drop out •of the envelope, that's. all; and Elsie put them away as soon as she saw they were verses; but I was sure they wore yours, becomes 1 know your handwriting—Elsie's shown me bits of your letter's sometimes." "I often send copies of my little pieces to Elsie before I print them," • Hngh went on casually, in his most candid manner. " It may be vain of me, but I like her „to see them. She's a splendid critics, Elsie; wo- men often are: she -sometimes suggests to me most valuable alterations and moil& cations in some of my verses. " Tell me these ones, Winifred asked abruptly, with a littleblush. It was a trying moment. What was Hugh to do! The verses he had actually sent to Elsie were all emotion and devotion, and hearts and darts, and fairest and thou wear - est, and °harms and arm* amorous and clamorous chimed together like old friends in one stanza,its usual cheerful punctuality in the next. To recite them to Winifred as they stood would be to retire at once from his half- projedted Beige of the pretty little heiress's heart and hand. For that decisive step Hugh was not at present entirely prepared. He mustn't allow him- self to be beaten by such a scholar's mate as this. He cleared his throat, and began boldly on another piece, ringing out his lines with sonorous lilt—a set of silly, garrulous, childish verses he hail writ. ten long since, but never publishen, about some merry sea -elves in an enchanted sub- marine fairy country: A tiny fay At toe bottom lay Of anomie bay Unruffled, On whose crystal floor The distant roar From the surf -bound shore Was muffled. Lily 1 Lily I �b, that &Km:120'10ft, un' fortunate, compromising Lily 1 had Met her down in Warwiekeitire two actions Awe, at 44 country-houee where they Were both !staying, and had fallen head over eara in love with her—then Now, he only wished with all his heart and soul ale and her bye were at the bottom, of the see in a body together. 1 or of course elm was pen. plleis..If not, by this time she would no doubt have been Mre, Maseleger. Hugh Messinger was a capitol actor; but even he could hardly have ventured to pre- tend, with a grave face, that those Lily verses had ever been addressed to Elsie °Wiener, Everything depended upon his • presence of mind and e bold reeolve. He hesitated for a moment at the " emerald green and sepphire'e sheen," and seemed as though he couldn't o ilt the next line. After. a minute or two's pretended searching be recovered it feebly, and then ho stumbled again over the end of the stanza. " It's no use," he cried at last, as if angry • with himself. "I should only murder them if I were to go on now. I've forgotten the rest, The words °soap° me, And they're really not worth your seriously listening to." "1 line them," Winifred said in ber sim- ple way. "They're 80 easy to understand: ea melodious and meaningless. I love verse than you don't have to punto over. I can't bear Browning for that—he's so impossible to make anything sensible out of. But I adore silly little tillage like these, that go in at one ear and out of the other, and really sound as if they meant something. -1 shall ask Elsie to tell me the end of thetn." Here was indeed a dilemma 1 Supposes ;she did, and suppose Elsie showed her the real verses 1 At all hazarde, he must ante: - slate himself somehow from this impossible situation. " "1 wish yon wouldn't," he said gently, in his softest and moat persuasive voice. 'Elsie mightn't like you to knowsent her my vereee—though there's, nothing in it —girls are so sensitive sometimes about these mattera—But I'll tell you what I'll do, if you'll kindly allow me ; write you out the end of them when I get home to the inn, end bring them written out in full, a nice clear copy, the next titne 1 have the pleasure of seeing you." ("I can alter the nd somehow,") he thought to himself with a sudden inspiration, "and dress them up innocently one way or another with fresh rhymes, so as to have no special applicabilt fry of any sorb to anybody or anything any- where in particular.") "Thank you," Winifred replied, with evident pleasure. "I should like that ever so much better. It'll be so nice to have a poet's verses written out for one's self in hie own handwriting." " You do me too much honor," Hugh answered with his mock little bow. . " I don't pretend to be a poet at ; I'm only a versifier." They joined the old folks in time by the yawl. The Squire was anxious to ram to his garden now—he foresaw ram in the sky to westward. Hugh glanced hastily at hie watch with a sigh. must be going baok too," he cried. Hs nearly five now • we can't be ne at the village till six. now; goes out at nine, they say, and I have a book to review be- fore post -time. It must positively reach town not later than toanorrew morning. And what's wore% I haven't yet so much as. begun to dip into it." •But you can never read it and review it too in three hours I" Winifred exolaimed. eghitseti ,pectisely so." Hugh answered, in his jaunty way, with a stifled yawn; "and therefore I propose to omit the reading as a very unnecessary and wasteful preliminary It often prejudices one against a book to know what's in it. You approach a work you haven't react with a mind unbiased by preconceived impressions. Besides, this is only a three -volume novel; they're all alike; it doesn't matter: You can say the plat is .crude and ill -constructed,': the dialogue °feeble, the desoriptions vile, the eituations borrowed, and the characters all mere con- ventional poppets. The same review will do equally well for the whole stupid lot of them. I usually follow Sycl. arty Smith's method in that matter: I out a few pages at random, here and there, and then smell the paper -knife." ' "But is that just ?" Elsie asked quietly, a slight shade coming over her earnest face. "My dear Mies Challoner," Warren Relf put in hastily, " have you known Messinger so many gems without finding out that he's alwayss great deal better than he himself pretends to be? I know him well enough to feel quite confident he'll read every word of that novel through to -night, if he site up till four o'cloek in the morning to dolt ; and he'll let the London people havepheir review in time, if •he tele.graphs up every- blessed word of it byspeinal wire to -morrow morn, ing. Hie wickedness is always only his brag; his goodness he bides carefully under hie own extremely capaciona bushel." Hugh laughed. "As you knownte so much better than I know myself, my dear boy," he replied easily, "there's nothingmore to be said about it. ' I'm glad to receive so good a character from a eonnoissour in human na- ture. I really never knew before what an amiable and estimable member of society bid himself under my rugged and unprepos- sessing exterior," And as he said it, he drew himself up, and darting a laugh from the corder of those sad black eyes, looked at the moment the handsomest and moat utter- ly killing man in the county of Suffolk, When Elsie and Winifred went up to their own rooms that evening, the younger girl alippiug into Elsie's bedroom for a me - 'mint, took her friend's handle tenderly in her own, and looking tang and eagerly into the otner'si eyes'said at last in a quick tone of unexpected discovery "Elsie, hens aw- fully nice looking and wfilly clever, this Oxford cousin of yours. I like him Melte:lb; ought baok her eyes from infinity with a sudden start. "I'm glad you do, dear," she said, looking down at her kindly. "I wanted you to like him. I should be dreadfully disappointed, itt faot, if yore didn't. I'm exceedingly fond of Hugh, Wintaiir" 'Wed paused for a second significant. V ; then elle mired point blank ; are Von engaged to him?" "Engaged to him 1 My darling, what evcp Made you dream of each a thing ?— Engaged to Hugh 1—engaged to Hugh Mac. singer I—Why, Whittle, you know he's my own ouslit." "But you don't answeemy question ly," Winifred padded With girlish detemn. "re you engaged to him or are you not?" Blele, Mindful of Hugh's frequent dealer. Miens, sassinened boldly (and not quite ult. truthfully) : "NO, rm not, Winifred." "I'm proud to hear it.; eo Would I," Hugh Wavered pliantly. "But we mustn't be selfish, I hate selfishness. I'll sacrifice myself by -outlay on the altar of fraternity to give Relf si teen in due season. Mean - settle, Mae, let's be happy together While We can, Momenta like these don't isome to one Ofteu in the oeurse of a Motion,. They're as rare as rubies and as all good thhige. When they do dotiiey t prize thein far too muck to think of wetting thous in pent altereattota" *trolled *bent among the undulet- leg dunes for an hour or more, talking in that vague emotional way. that young men said mans naturally fall into when they walk together by the shore of the Vest deep, and fedi very nnroh pleased with the other's sooleby, es tusttilly blippens under similar Meows. The donee were hutted a fareffinting M, is if made for eetlih bwowy hillocks Of d, &U Wlifte said flnn, and roll. loy the —" No, never." Hugh answered with can- did .praise. Candour was always Hugh's ;Tema' cue. "She's a dear, good girl, and 1 like her immensely. I'm proud of her too. The only inheritance I ever received from my family is my cousinship to Elsie; and I duly prize it as my sole heirloom from fifty generations of penniless; Massingers." " Then you're very fond of her, Mr. Mae - singer r " Yee, very fond of her. When a man's only got one relative in the world, he natur- ally values that unique postussaion far more than those Who have a couple of dozen or so of all sexes and ages, assorted. Some peo- ple suffer from too much family; my mid. fortune is that, being a naturally affection. ate man, I suffer from too little. It's the old Me of the one ewe lamb; Elide is to me my brothers and my sisters, and my tensing and my aunts, all rolled into one, like the supers at the theatre." " And are you and she ea----" Winifred be- gan timidly. Alt Attie are naturally inqusi. tive on that Important question. Hugh broke her oft with a quiok little laugh, "Oh, dear no, nothing of the sort," he answered hastily, ut his jaunty way. " We're not engaged, if that's What you mean, Mies Milroy ; nor at all kikely to be. Our Affection, though profound, is of the brotherly and sisterly order only. it's !duels utter se, of Minnie. When people are engaged, they're always looking forward The harem! of Whitelltrend stroked her friend'e hair with a sigh of relief. That sign wee blind. 014 though she was, she might clearly have seen with a woman's in - 'Moot that Etele's flushed cheek and down. mat eyes belied to the utmost her spoken word. But eh° did not see it, All preoo, cupien 111 she was with her own thoughte and ber own wishes!, ,she never observed et all those mute witnesses to Etele's love for ho handsome cousin. She was satisfied in her heart with Hugh's and Elide's; double verbal deniel. She said so herself with a thrill in her own soul, ae a girl will do in the first full flash of her earlieet p isslon "Then I may love. him if I, like 1 I may make hIni love mo I Ib won't be wrong to Elsie for me to love him 1" (TO BE CONTINUED. ) PERSONALS. ••••011 Browning, the poet, who is 76 and looks only 40, says that Lennon has always been his favorite dwelling place, Mrs. Robert Louis Stevenson is several years older than her husband. She has a daughter by a former husband who is now a a succeesful artist in San Francisco. Edith Martineau, the niece of. Harriet Martineau, has been elected a member of the Royal Soolety of Water Colorists, Her pictures show pronounced genius as well as hard work. Mies Linda Gilbert who has donee° much toward prison reform, stays that during her fifteen years' experience as a philanthrop- ist she has found employment for 6,000 die - 'Merged prisoners. • Mr. bTaneen, a. well know Norwegian athlete, is about to make the attempt of crone ing the vast snow fields of Greenland on snu* shoes. A. wealthy Danish merchant has supplied money'fof 'the unique enter- prise. The Rev. Carrie J. Bartlett, who used to be a Minneapolis newspaper woman, has been 'for nearly two years the pastor of a Unitarian Church at SknIXFal.hl, Minn., and under her ministration the congregation has steadily increased. The Czar recently ordered that all Russian orders and medals should rank above foreign decorations. Kaiser Frederiok has respondcd by directing that the Russian of St. George and the Austrian order of Maria Theresa ar to be worn before any Prussian civil order Gen. Boulanger goes to the barber once a week, pave the artist 10 francs, and gives 5 francs to the assistant. He never speaks, and the barber, knowing his preference, does not presume to open a conversation. The shop tenon the Louvre. A Toronto man, rummagingin ajunk.shop, Invested two dollarsbutt week in an old, dirty, and battered portrait of Robert Burns, to discover on cleaning it that it was a painting from life by Scotland's famous artist Raeburn.. It is now valued at $10,000, and is to be sent to Scotland. The Journal des Dtbates, commenting upon. Mr. Smith's complaint in the English Parliament "sawn the immense sale of Zola's works in England, says that there are plenty of good French books sent to England from France, but if the English prefer the bad.ones, more is the pity. With his fairy wife Repassed his life Undimmed by trite Or quarrel; And the livelong day They would merrily play Through a labyrinth gay With coral. They loved to dwell In a pearly shell, And to deck their cell With amber; Or amid the caves That the ripplet laves And the beryl paves • To clamber. He went on so, with hie jigging versioles, line after line, as they waked along the firm white sand together, through several foolish eing-song stanzas; till at last, when he was more than half way through the meaningless 'little piece, a sudden thought pulled him up abruptly. He had chosen, as he thought, the most innocent and non-com- rnitting bit of utter trash in all his private poetical repertory; but new, as he repeated ib over to Winifred with eisey intonation, swinging his stick to keep time as he went, he recollectedall at once thtst the last rhyme flew off at a tangent to a very personal con. elusion—and What was worse, were addres- sed, too, not to Elsie, but very obviously to another lady! The end was somewhat after this wise: On a darting thrimp Out (paint little imp 'With ',sidle Of gimp Would gambol ; Or throw: the back. Of a sea -horse black, As a gentleman's hack He'd amble. 1 Of emerald green And tappbire'a sheen He mace bit queen A titer ; And the merry two Their edible lite through Were As happy as yell, And 1 are. And then Came. the seriously compromia. ing bit : a But 11 you say You think this lay Of the tiny fay Toillti, Let it Faye the praite Ify eyelmttays To your own sweet gaze, My/My. ref a roan he WM, And he tofloand sighs • TO be very wise And witty Ind *deer little dame Ilis enough of 10310 ri dos vine the twee 01 pretty. Some of the doctors of the States are not trying overmuch to keep up with the pro- gress of the age. Dr. L. W. Fox of Phila- delphia, some time ago perforined the deli- • fr °ate operation in ;surgery of transpleaatingthe cornea of a rabbits eye to a human eye, and the American Medical Men's Association invited him to prepare a paper on the sub- ject to be road at their convention held hut week in Circlet:WM. He accept, and went West to the convention with a carefully prepared history of his work. But when Da Fox offered in the convention the paper he had been inyited to write, the other doc- tors voted that "professional etiquette,' prohibited its going into the minutes. The reason given for this remarkable snub was that it had been found that Dr. Fox had been guilty of submitting to an interview by a newspaper reporter on the subjoin: of his wonderful operation._ A Washington Sensation. A lady well known in society created a sensation at a reception in Washington a few weeks ago by appearing in an armour ot jewel. A two-hundred.and-forty-thousand- dollar necklace encircled her throat. She wore a pair of ear rings said not to be equalled in America. Her bodice was a per- fect mass of jewels. Her gems glittered in the gaslight like raindrops in the sun. The .., design cli, many of them was unique. One splendid spray represented a cluster pf wild reeds, five 'petals of eaoh rose being five diamonds of similar size and shape. Another was a spray of fuchsias, formed of hundreds of emelt and large diamonds, about a dozen huge stars, and almost as many crescents. She also wore an open fan covered with dia- monds in her hair. Each *Me of the fan showed fifteen raisectplaite, and the whole were studded with diamonds, beautifully matched in colour and size. The gems in the raised plaite were larger than those which enriched the depressed ones and stones upon the oomh ranged in size, from one to five cargo eaoh. ..Velt044 r $40,000 Lost. "IPA fortythousand dollars by„a periodi- cal attack of nervous sick headache," said s Chios& capitalist to a correspondent% pointing across the street to a handsome corner lot. " That lot was sold for ten thousand dollars at publics auction five years ago, and I intended to buy it, but was too sick with heedaohe to tsttead the sale, and it is,now worth fifty thousand dollars." It he had known of Dr. Pierce's Purgative Pellets they would have removed the cause of his headaches—biliousness—and he would have made the money. Dr. Pierce's Pleasant • Purgative Pellets cure sick headache, bilious headache, dizziness, :onstipetion, tindiges- tion, and bilious attacks t15 cents 44 'vial, by druggists. Snail mantels of embroidered cashmere ot sheer white muslin, will be fashionable this summer. 000 Iteward. The former proprietor of Dr. Sage's Ca - Meth Remedy, for yeas made a standing, publics offer in all American nowepipere of $500 reword for a case of catarrh that he could not cure. The present proprietors have renewed tide offer. All the drug - glad sell this Remedy, together With the " Datulhe," and all other appliances advised to be used in commotion with it. No catatrh patient is longer able to sty "t cannot be mita" You get $500 in oats ef Mitre.