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HomeMy WebLinkAboutThe Exeter Advocate, 1890-5-15, Page 2Alay-rmy Moviog. Ten most woke and cell me early; call me early, huehand dear, To-meerow will be the busiest day we've nail for 3ust a yeers Tim truetuna03 coining early; you must wake, and.o.ke me, too. Where'll be more we* about the honse tbau both of us oan do, At 0 o.oloonin tee morning, dean when the day, bins to break, We musegt both, get up and edr arou,44. and I hope for gootthess' sake.. Whe day Will be the only premous thing thatwill be broken, And I hope you'll think, without regret, 0 night, or all you've apoken. You knew yeu'ee apt toga provoked, and wneet you're mad you swear, But try to keep your temper, dear, and don't go on a tear. You know the truoktueu alwaye do destroy things, more or less, And it's very exasperating, I really must oone fees. The stores must all be taken down, and the eamets taken up, And 1 dont euppose we'll get a chance for a de- cent bite or sup; Well have to do the best we can, with things from the grocery store. And 085 them off the mantel.pleoe, or it may be Off the floor. our night-shirt's packed in the oven, love, and the pillows are put away; 'You must sleep on the kitchen table. To -mor- row is moving day. Your toothbrush is near the bottom of a barrel ot boots and olothee, And the soap and towels are eomewhere, but goodness only knowe. Your books are all in the coabbox ; 1 packed them as tight asIeouid ; Tour razor 1 put in the largest trunk, where I put the eoal and wood. The griddle is Racked in the bureau -drawer, and the baby is in there, too. I put the bottle in with him; 'twas the best that I oould do, netievoi, Oh To -morrow will be the merriest day In all the glad New Year; You must wake and calme early, before the truclimou's here. Texas Siftings. ADOPTED BY THE DEAN TALE OF TWO 13011NTRIEB. " Oh don't mention it, pray; it is of no consequence. We find we must have a rule of the kind, but of course you aould not be expeoted to know. You find your subject interesting ? " " Indeed I do," replied Claude, earnestly. It's only fault is, that every part of it is so marvelous, one hardly dares to attempt "1 went in at half past six this morning, but it was some time before I could settle to work, everything was looking so exquieite." " We never saw your picture this morn- ing," said Esperanoe. "Was it hurt in that downfall 7" " No, Inokily it was not muoh damaged, it was the eseel which made all the noise." Mrs. Mortlake and Cornelia entered while he was speaking, the former with many apologies for her lateness, and im- • inediately after dinner was announced. The conversation was muoh more lively than usual, and Esperanoe was able to enter into it thoroughly; her English was much improved by the three months she had spent at Riloheeter, and her slight French aocent was rather pretty than otherwise. Mrs. Mortlake, however, did not altogether approve of thie advance of know- ledge, for although she could not mouse El:parent:a of forwardness, yet there weas certainly something in her lively chatter whioh was apt to swamp other conversation.' The dean would often atop to listen to her —the voice reminded him of his sister's:, and he liked to hear it—Oorgelia wee always on the watch for grammitioal mis- takes in her pupil and Bertha, who disliked the exertion of talking, thought herself exempted from it if any one else sustained the conversation. Mrs. Mortlake herself was a good, solid talker, and she liked to have an open field for her operations, so Esperanoe's little flighty remarks, and her clear, ringing laugh annoyed her; and when she found Clende Mammy much more inclined to talk to the bright little French girl than to enter into the conversation whittle she had carefully prepared beforehand on the Renee:mune, she resolved to put a stop to it at once. Claude had just amid that he had studied chiefly at Paris, and Esperanoe, with a look of delight, was pouring out a stream of eager questions. Whereabouts had he lived? Did be not like Paris? Was it not the most beautiful oity of Europe? When was he last there? He had not been in France during the war, then? As if to provoke Mem. Mortlake still further, Claude seemed to catch something of Esperance's enthusiasm, for his replies were as animated as her questions' and it was evident that if they were notinter- rupted the Renaissance would be quite negleoted. "You were at Paris all through the siege'did you say ? " Claude was asking. And Eeperance had jut begun her answer when Mrs. Mortlake broke in. " Oh, really, Eeperanoe, you must not take Mr. Magnay all through that dreadful siege; we have heard quite enough of it, and the dinner.table is not the place for horrors." Claude Magnay was sarprised, and gleaned at Esperanoe as it for an expla- nation. She had flashed all over, and her lips were quivering; he was sorry for her, and would have tried to turn Mra. Mort-, lake's uncomfortable epeeoh to some differ- ent meaning, but she was too quick for him, and the next moment the conversation was entirely in her hands. "1 was wanting so ranch to ask you, if you had seen that magnificent altar -piece of Peragino's in the Church of St. Peter, Perugia. You were in Italy last winter, were you not ? " Whereupon ensued a long account of Mr. Blegnay's Italian tour, stimulated by Mrs. Mortleke's peculiar form of questioning. Esperanoe meanwhile had recovered her- self, and sat proudly erect, without betray- ing any desire to join in the co'nversation. She was wounded by her, cousin's most 'unfair speech, for it had assumed that she was in the habit of talking about her stiffer. Inge in the siege, whereas the subject had seemly been mentioned since her arrival, and she had, moreover, made an unjust insinttation es to her good taste. " Harare at the diener -table 1" the very idea of being suspected of mentioning any- thing of the sort made her blush anew. Her indignation gradaally died away, however; the mention of Paris, and other familiar names, had recalled all ber sad memories, and it was as moth from this eadnese, as item the effeote of Mrs. Blore - lake's snub, that she :wavered all Olauclee forther attenapts ab cotivereation 111 mo noon:able:a Only once wan the at all roused. 15 was at dessert ; the deer, we advising Claude enerYtbing. Of (Mune, be dietitessien Was peace:ay good.humored, but unlookily, Claude, gleneing round the teble with bie goiok artiet eye to gethee the expressions of tint diflereut people, was tlittruoted by &Isere:ace's ed, wistnat facie, end without thinking asked, "And what is your opinion? you are a oomparetive etranger, and peen be unbairnact, De you think oethedrel towns superior 2 "' Elsperance was in gnat diffibulties ; Jthe would not willingly have offended her relations, but truth was truth, and she was too tired and soalmarted to be ready with any ekillful oomateramestion or laughing allusion veith which to change the subject. With eel appealing, o How on you ask me 2"iZl net. eyes, she replied, quietly, I love the cathedral es muoh ae I dielike the to be propitieted by hie ettention. townTiler° wait some little difficulty about: the ," Cornelia looked up ithly. plaoing. One chair was too high, and qu " Your mesons ?" another too low, and it ended in Mrs. Mort- Esperanoe, looking much distreesed, tried isite's sending Esperanoe to the library to large books for Bella to to confine her remarks to the material fetch one of the town, though the previous conversation had sit on. related to the society. Claude, who, after his momentary for. The streets are so narrow and dirty, Ostiillness, had suddenly become very and there are 50 very few people—" the human and very polite, hurried after her pawed and for once was greatly rf Urged to carry the bulky volume. She was stand- by one of Mrs. Mortlake's anteing little big by the book -shelves when he entered, speechee. palling not very energetically at "Webster's "Oh, yes, we know your Weep of the Dictionary." beautiful are different ; you oare for nothing " Let me beip you," lee exoleimed ; this but lsoulevards." is a famous book indeed, but too heavy for Again Esperanoe flashed crimson, again you." Claude felt sorry for her, and this time he She thanked him, and would have turned was vexed that she should suffer from his away, but he detained her. rashness; however, he had no opportunity "1 want to tell you how sorry I am to for making amende, for the ladies left the nave been partly the cause of all this—to table almost direatly, and in the evening " this scolding," bane; iruhdeennetlOyulrdefhiuneesdeid the dean carried him off to his observatory, and kept him so thoroughly interested with " "You are very good, but indeed I do not . s his telesoope that all else was forgotten, see that you causedit, It ialweys the Aeame," staid Esperanoe, wearily, with the CHPTER XV. hopeless" Mariana " look again. Claude Magnay was young and energetic, Claude was full of :sympathy, but only by no means one of those lazy prodipiee ventured to say, "Mies Bella is somewhat whose very genius seems to drill their other trying, I shouid faiaoy. I hope you will powers. Sinoe he could not work in the give me your help during the sittings, for cathedral from nine to ten, he resolved to ehe will soon look upon me as her aroh- take the firet hours of the day, tI/13 often tormentor." by five o'olook he would be at his poet, or This was all that passed between them wandering about in the gray morning light the first day, but it was the foundation of a enjoying the dim grandeur of the place, and strong mutual liking. Claude of comae with the key whioh the dean himself had admired the subject, of his future piature, placed at his disposal, unlocking the inner and felt sorry for one who was doomed to doors and exploring at his pleasure until live with Mrs. Mortlake, while Esperanoe the light was favorable for his picture. naturally clung to any one who showed her During service time he returned to his the least sympathy or kindness, and looked hotel for breakfast, and afterward worked upon Claude Magnay as one of her greatest at his open-air paintings—some carious friends. parts of old Rilohester, and an exterior of Had she been a little older, or had her the cathedral. His days were so well filled homontraining been leas simple, she might that he was not very much pleased when have been in danger of falling in love; as it one evening a note arrived, with a proposal was, however, the thought never entered which mnat either unsurp some of his her head. ett precious time or occasion a longer stay at Claude's kiodnees and hie little attentions Rilaheeter. It ran as follows: were too pitying to be at all lover -like, and Esperance, aconstomed to live entirely with men' was far more at home with him than withher cousins, and regarded him as a sort of English substitute for Gaspard. They had several opportunities of meet- ing, for Claude was often asked to luncheon or dinner, and Bella was so refractory that tier portrait required several sittings. Mrs. Mortlake soon wearied of attending to these, and the duty of keeping the child quiet devolved upon Esperanoe; and though at first her confidences were checked by a pretty demureness, she soon found that a sympathetic listener was too delightful to be reeisted. Gradually Claude learned her whole his. tory. She dwelt long on the happy years at the chateau, desoribing her favorite haunts among the ruins, telling him of the prim old garden with its terraces, its clipped yews, its mazes and grassy paths, and painting the surrounding country in such glowing terms that Claude promised her at some future day to visit it himself, and bring her back a picture of her beloved mountains of Auvergne. A few questions elicited the whole story of the siege, and the relief of speaking again of her father and of Gaspard, after the long enforced silence, was so great that this alone would have made her fond of Claude. He was really interested and touched by her sad history, and let her see it. "Your brother is in London still, then?" he inquired, when she had finished the story by telling of her arrival at Rilohester. " Yes, be is still at Pentonville, but he has not heard of any work yet. There seems so many French exiles in London, and that, of course, makes it more difficult for him." " I am afraid I cannot be of muoh nee in helping him, but still I will bear it in mind. You must give me an introduction to him, and then I shall be able to give an account of you and your Rilthester home." " Oh, thank you, yon are so good," said Esperanoe, gratefully; then, with a sudden look of fear, "but you mnet not let him think I am unhappy. Yon will not tell him anything that could trouble him ? " Claude promised to be most careful, and delicately turned the conversation, though he was not a little curious to know if the " Bloated Grange," were a real necessity for 44 Mariana." One afternoon, early in Ootober, Esper. ance, as a most unusual favor, was invited to take a walk with her uncle. He was in the habit of taking a " constitutional every day, accompanied by Cornelia, his favorite daughter; but on this particular afternoon Cornelia was unable to go, and the dean had himself asked Esperanoe to take her place. Half pleased, half fright. ened, she set out, suitingher paoe to her i uncle's slow and rather nfirm steps, and now and then venturing little remarks, which, however, failed to attract the dean's notice. It was not till they bad walked for at least half a mile that he even heard her voice, but then he roused himself from his brown study and loolied down at her kindly. I am used to such a silent companion, my dear, that I am out of the habit of talk. ing. But go on, for I like the sound of yew voice, it is like poor Amy's." " Is it " Bald Esperanoe, much pleased. "1 should like to be like my neother. Am I in other things ? " But the topic was not a good one for con- versation. The dean shook big head and Sighed deeply, then again relapsed into profound meditation. Esperanoe wee disappointed. She had hoped to bear something of her mother; but though she talked obediently, half to herself, half to her uncle, she could not obtain any answer. sudden pain weed over her feature, her eyes grew more deeptairinnly miserable—ber whele f :me was expressive of the sense Of isolation and injustice. . Claude drank in her whole aspect and bearing ainmet greedily, thrilling through aad through with the delight of thus grasp- ing hie eubjeot. It was not till a mist of tears dimmed those bright eyes that his human nature began to be touched by the eight of suffering, and half oshamed of late ertistio rapture, he turned eagerly to Mrs. Mortlake "Pray don't think you are Wasting My time; and as to Bliss Bella's 100e, expect it will soon be sunny again. Ala 1 I thought eom as Belle, who vees the most arrant little flirt, looked up smilingly, and inclined "DEB Mn. BIAGNiT,—I am so very anxious to have a portrait of my little girl. Do you think you could spare time to paint her There is no one whom I should like better to do it. Your picture of Lady Worthington's little boy, which I saw this year at the Academy, was perfect. "Bella could give you a Bitting at any hour;.the morning is, I think, her best time, but pleame suit your own convenience. Believe me, yours, very eincserely. CHRISTABEL Moureage." '4 That little fair-haired girl, who looks so cross," soliloquized Claude; " she will be a difficult subject, in more ways than one, if I am not mistaken. Shall I attempt her, or shall I find it necessary to return to town, and work up my Socitch pictures? Rather shirking, perhaps, still I hate paint- ing spoiled children, and that Mrs. Mort- lake will be the death of me. How that poor little Mademoiselle de—something— endures it, I can't imagine; snubs at every turn from one sister, and sarcasms from the other. I got her into a scrape myself She other evening, and never helped her out, which was a shame. Yes, I will undertake little Miss Mortlake's portrait for that reason—the little demoiselle looks as if she needed a Don Quixote. And now I think of it, what an interesting study her faoe would be. Those lastrons eyee—enoh a oolor, too, and so wonderfully pathetic, and her quaint little month, which looks some- how as if the Badness were all a mistake. The forehead? yes, 15 18 low, and the hair dark and silky, with a wave in it. She is the very impersonation of what I always longed to try—' Mariana in the Bloated Grange,'" and he repeated the lines: "After the flitting of the bets, When the entices dark did trance the sky, She drew her casement curtain by, And glanced athwart the glooming &As. She only said,' The night is dreary, He cometh not,' she eaid. She said, ' I am aweary, aweary, I would that I were dead.'" " Yes ; she is exently what I have dreamed of. I must at least get a sketch of her fimoe, though I suppose it would hardly do to ask her to tit to me." He drew pencil and paper toward him, and sketched Eeperanoe's face from memory, but not :altogether successfully. Disatisfied with the attempt, he tore it in pieoes, and lighting his cigar, gave himself up to a deep meditation in which the further imagination of "Mariana " bore a prominent part. After morning service the next day Claude went to the deanery, thereto under- take the not very congenial task of painting Bella Blortlake's portrait. Mrs. Blortlake yeas delighted to have obtained her wish. " The dear child is quite at her beet. I was so very anxious that she should be painted now—I am so glad you can spare the time. Esperanoe, ran and fetch Bella." Claude arranged. his easel, disoussed size and position with Mrs. Mortlake, set his palette, waited fidgeted, but still no Bella appeared. At length a distant aoreaming was heard, drawing gradually nearer. Mrs. Mortlake hastened to the door and listened. Esperanoe's voice was heard remonstrating. 44 Bella dear, you must come down; Mr. Magnay is waiting for you. See, then, I must leave you and call nurse." No answer but soreatas. Mrs. Mortlake hurried to the scene of action, and Bella was borne into the dining - room kioning with ell het might. Claude ahrugged his shoulders, and glanced at his "Mariana," She was paler and eadder-looking than over, and as she etood waiting for Bella's sobeto cease, there Was a drooping hopeleseness about her very attitecie Which Claude longed to oatoh. He hastily sketched an outline, and watched It was certainly a little dull, and it was nee yaryneg expression almost beeathlegely, scarcely aurpriaing that her heart gave a Bella wao :lobbing out something about great bound of delight, when in the distance t ne: slaein he PmercleoirveodantleldeitinMiantowardggnaYanac)nheeln•of waiting to fid what the real grievanc Ilsperanoe," and t/Irs. Mortlake, without was, turned round with a severity of toe Some one who othld talk would be such an and look quite out of proportion even to the inestimable blessing! and her pleasure was 44 Esperance, how often must I tell yott eomplete, hen on their approach, the imagined offense. not to interfere with my management of dean, suddenly doting from his reverie, Bella? these crying fits are far more free. mBhean°,kehaaidnidtswca°srdtiifimileYhweisthhotuhlti be othyronuihngg quent sireee you same. Why do you aggra. home and entering into conVereetion with Magnay to explore Borne of the old parts Of vete the poor ehild because the did not want to leave the wag aying 15‘tlrf.oVirilohwitwe,ittlehecinehlitindorzetion, left Eeperanco Rilohester, thinking fleet the half -ruinous 44 Indeed, Clatistabel, Bella and very ancient, buildings could not fail to "1 httve been enjoying Yotili flat land' alwayii ready I No, do not attempt to ovade nape," began Claude, a Mr. White has taken nee a glorious W pleese an artist, Thiel led to a comparieon nuesery. I only—." a Ah 1 that is alwaye the way—eater:see alk." of cathedral cities with ordinary towns, versi candidly that Esperance quite trembled the wale. 'You know quite Well the child EsEtp:rairlkeganitEle°enfvreigehd lialinma, cheerbil that wherein Olande expressed hie opiniong so teleneetee be The eeeenessaten, clende most provokieg I Here is all Mr. lllegnayn: he'eTto" YthoenarekeaeldirvAkriedeirillnegcly°tt, ntor71 talettukt for him. To her dismay the ideind hereelf is good with (mere one °lee. It really it: and Mrs., Mortlake carried On (Mite a little time wasted, mid Bellate lase eo swollet it is the ugliest I ever saw ; so barer nna argament, as be the dangers of narrowness with crying that she oanttot poesibly heve flat, and ide, it quite tires ono's eyrie." upholding her beloved ' tathedral town in Esperanae dicl hOt rept e " X think, it haeg 7 13Catttv of ite Own," in a limited community, Mrs. Mortlake her piettire taken," Y. 4 look Of :laid °lend° " thou ii" perhafe, you bane to , look earefully to see it, Of opurse I don't mean to say prefer it to a menntaincem country, bat I think 15 15 unjustly abutted, Wbatever people say, I shall Mims main- tain that there is beauty in-- " Tee level wast$, the rogueing " "Ab 1 ht jut expressee it," said Esper. danres.y. si:: It is all so gray, and sombre, and " Net all," said Claude, posing Weide a field gate whioh commanded an extensive view. 44 Now, look at this ; here is the greeftest of grass in the i0V8V01111d—SOWS grazing—as much oolor 9•13 you could wieli in that tiled oottage, and the 1 aint blue smoke rising into that perfect sky, then out beyond you hays a boundless expanse. See—this side is flooded with light, while over there you have the dark shadow of that cloud; then quite in the distaace it does all fade into the roundiag gray,' but yon iniiSt Own nOW that it is beautiful." Esperanoe drew a long breath "Yes, it is, indeed; but I ehould, never have seen all that by myself. I am glad you leave showed me," "1 am proud to have intredoned you to your own country," said Claude,smiling. 44 Not my own I " she exolaimed, in- dignantly. Ah 1 of course not; I forgot," said Claude, amused by her eernestnese. "Your Auvergne scenery is, doubtless, much more beantifoarle, but t you will not oall this ugly any in?, "No, indeed, I will not; and you will tell Gaspard when you see him that you have quite oonverted me, for I have tient him most unfavorable eamounts of the country." "1 will certainly tell him," said Claude. I shall try to see hira next week." Do you, leave Rilohester so soon ? " 44 Yee, I'll leave to -morrow," replied Claude. "My committal= is finished, and it is time I was at home again." " I am so sorry," said Esperanoe, simply. "But it is delightful to think of your seeing Gaspard so soon, though it mokes rae little envious." " You will be coming up to town soon, perhaps," suggested Claude. Esperanoe shoots her head. "1 don't see how that can be, but of course I hope, or else I could not get on at alt; my motto in life must be -4 Bsperez toujours.'" " It is certainly a good one," replied Claude, musingly, but in his artist -soul longing to catch onoe more the hopeless look whioh he wished to represent in his picture - It aid not return that afternoon, but the next day, when he paid his farewell call to the deanery, all the expression of dejection, misery, and hopelessness was there in full force. Er:perm:toe was evidently in dis- grace, while Mrs. Mortlake and Cornelia were in that disturbed, ruffled state which betokens a family disagreement; and although Mrs. Mortlake was particularly cordial Claude detected subdued irritation in the forced tones of her voice. Esperanoe namely spoke, but sat looking half abstractedly lent of the window, her knitting lying untonahed on her knee, her hands tightly clasped. Claude could not have wished for a better opportunity, but now that his desire was granted he began to feel such pity for Esperanoe that he would far rather have missed seeing her. He tried to draw her into conversation, but without success • she answered with constraint, and only iooked more miserable. At teat he rose to go, took leave of Mrs. Mortlake and Cornelia, and then turned to Esperanoe, determined that she should at least speak to him. " You will not forget our walk yesterday, and the beauties of level country?" he said, smiling. She oolored painfully, and her hand trembled as Claude took it in his. "What meseage may I take for you to your brother ? " he asked. Her color deepened, the tears rose to her eyes, and her voice was low and tremulous as she answered : " Tell him, please, that I am very well, that—that I will write soon—." She broke off abruptly, not daring to trust her voice any longer, and Claude, seeing that it was sheer cruelty to keep her, said good-bye, tried to put Mrs. Mortlake in a good humor by leaving a playful message for Bella, and alluding to ber prettiness, then left the house, dissabielied and perplexed. Esperanoe was really almost desperate. Claude could hardly have almeen a more unfavorable time for his visit, foe as he had rightly judged he had come in during a dispute, if indeed that could be called din. peeing in which two leagued againet one refused to listen to reason or justice. It all arose from a simple remark made by Esperanoe. She oaeually mentioned Clande's intended departure, and this led to an account of their walk on the preced- ing day. Mrs. Blortlahe'ever ready to find fault, declared that she behaved with far too muoh freedom, that she ought to have kept beside the dean, and not allowed her- self a tete.a-tete with Claude Magnay. Esperance explained that this had not been possible, and owned that it had never occurred to her that any one could think so simple an act improper. Whereat Mrs. Mortlake accused her of speaking disrespectfully, denounced her " French " manners, and losing all prudence and jnetice in her anger, said that all along she had been flirting with Claude. Esperanoe yeas so entirely innocent in this respect that for a moment the was too much surprised and shocked to refute tie° charge. She was unaccustomed to sooiety, and knew little either of Frenala or Engliela etiquette, and her father had. been well con- tent to leave her without any artificial rifles beyond those of natural good -breeding. While she paused Cornelia uttered one of her oold sarcasms. "Never mind, Christabel, you know the proverb, French women know how to make nets, but not cages.'" Then Esperanoe had loat all selfmontrol, and with flashing eyes had turned upon her cousins. "You may talk about French women us yon like, but I will let you know that snob a speech as that would never have passed the lips of those whom you despise—they at least do not speak so rudely. And what you say is false—untrue—unjust. Binh an idea would never have entered my had if you had hot suggested it—no never I" Corr:cella, a little vexed at her own most unwarratitable speech, Wed to calm her down, and entered into a long disoisition on the folly of losing temper it an argu- ment ; but Esperanoe Scarcely heard, her anger had died away, and she could only dwell in grief and dismay on the accusation brought against her. While Cornelia was still speaking, Claude had been announced, and it may well be imagined that Esperanoe was Grab:arras:tad and self-conscious—for the first time in her life, hoevevet. Shame, annoyance, and unutterable longing for Gaspard were filling lier heart, and Claude's kindness and the thought of his proposed visit to her brother proved too math for her very inepeefeot self-cot:Ara By the time he waS fairly out of the teem she was crying unrestrainedly, the wee far too miserable to heed Clornelia'e long hatengue on the duty of self-maeterm. Mrs: Blertlake might yeell feel dismayed at the tempest the had raised, but she woe too much bliuded by ocroceit to nee the fall extent of the harm she hed done. She made r301310 pretentione to virtoe, aod was coosequently vexed, Wet exaggerated, if net whellY tintrue, aogasetione had escaped ber, but rather than own herself in the wrong she still stood by it, and thooget conscience prioked her into making some neelese attempts to panify Eeperanoe, she would not retract what elm had said. The breaeh between tlae cousins was in coneequenoe greatly widened, and the effect en Esperanoe was MOB5 disastrous. gibe grew more and more ready to NO faults io alt around her, her face rarely lost he expreesion of hopeless suffering, her man- ners lost much of their grace and owe, and, word of all, Mrs. Mortlake's perpetual fault finding began to make her seam ien- scious and ntrospeotive. She gave up even attempting to love her cousins, and, souse, quently, wee at onoe open to all those. faults from which she had hitherto been free. When love--wbiala had been her guard and strength all her life—was allowed to die, itelfiehnese at once etepped in, bring - in ite train false pride, diectontent, suspicion, and a morbid eeneitiveness ; while what had formerly been courageous patience was turned into s falsely assumed callousness and indifference. The only things: which kept her from utter ruin was Gaspard's letters, full of the old love and confidence—although her answers were M085 disappointing—and the remembrance of her father. Even these did not hinder her from sinking very low, but they kept one soft spot in her heart which could never alter. (To be Continued.) Rural Notes and News. Air the cellar Oil mild days. Now for real spring work I Mixed farming is the safest. Use good eeed—plant carefully. Is your wood -house well filled? Fat vegetables require fat land. Girls, havea fine ebow of flowers. ' Farm for both profit and &more. Make all tramps work or move on. Remedy for worry—earnest work. Be gentle with the colts and calves. Carefully guard against forest fires. Reireeplenty of carrots for the horses. "Pio'te deep while sluggards sleep." Keep the poultry house and yard dry. Confine the fowls on cold, windy days. Make a good seed.bed before planting. All foods for plants must be soluble to be available. Do not remove the muloh from trees and plants too early. Ground bone is a good fertilizer to put around trees in setting them. Docking and castrating may be done when the lamb is a week old. Give your fruit trees a good soil. They cannot feed rend thrive on nothing. If you want to feed milk to a Jamb use a tin oan with a long spout like an oil can. Blanagement." This one word has more meaning on the farm than is goner. ally suspected. A wash of fresh buttermilk is said to kill lice on hogs. The milk needs to be well rubbed into the bristles. The scrub animal has a pedigree which by adverse circumstances has a downward instead of an upward tendenoy. A well-managed oreaniery in a commu- nity will give the community a prosperity Shat it has never .before known. Plant the garden so thet you 00/1 have a regular summit= of vegetables. Plant small fruit with the some end in view. Give the ewe clover hay if you have it, bran, and crushed oats, and she will pro- vide the lamb with plenty of milk. Prepare your ground well before plent- ing, cultivate well, and, barring accident, the harvest will not disappoint yon. Every man should try to furnish him. self with all necessary tools and not rely too much 013 the good nature of his neigh- bors. Little Ourtieles. Don't out off your leg to ours your corns. Any man can carry a revolver. Few can use it. Don't jump too hard when anybody is boosting you. It takes a good liar to catch other people fibbing. Twins are like troubles, they never come singly. You can drive tacks without using a pile. driver. Better play a jews'-harp well than a violin poorly. Hold up your head even if you are sitting in the mud. There's no need of buying a typewriter to writs one letter. It's easy to break your neck trying to look over your own head. Even a king soratohes his own nose when it itches. Help yourself. A. slow shilling is better than a nimble sixpence to have in your pocket. There is only one way to be born, but there are fifty thousand ways to die. Why He Moved West. Sumway—I hear that BloWatty has moved to Chicago and is iiterally going to the dogs. Simeral—He knows what he is doing. Sumway—Indeed Simeral—Yes; in Illinois habitual drunk- enness for two years is legal ground for divorce. Economy What Kills. Niokleby—Why, what makes you locket° dull, old man? Times hard? fr- Benediot—No ; but I'm afraid that they will be with me pretty soon. "Why, what's the matter ? " "My wife has begun to raske her own dresses, with a view to economizing." Married Life's Thorny Path. She—Before we were married you prom- ised that my path through life should be strewn with roses; and now I have to sit up nights, and darn stookinge. He—Yon don't want to walk on roses barefooted, do you? You'd get thorns in your feet. Appealed to Hifi Nature. Ooonpant of the Parqttet (of Philedel- phis,)--Enoore 1 Encore Chorus of Ushers—Shut up, you 'blamed idiot 1 This is the death scene 1 Occupant of Parquet—Oh, ootne off Doo't yoa repose I appreciate the flee points? The btickwheat and berme Protectioniets of thie conntry are only surpassed by their brethren in Canada, who hi the new tariff have inoreased the 30 per cent: duty on paper bags to 85 per cent., and made a 5 per cent advance of the rate on doll babiee. tifiss Aloott wrote, January, 1874 "When I had the youth I had no money; now I have the money I have no time, tend when I got the time, if I ever de, I shall have no health to enjoy life. I sup, one it's tho discipline I need ; bet it'e rather hard to love the things X do, and SOS thane go by beoatout diaty ohaine me to my gallery. _ BY TUB WAY, Refieotione on Current Wks* of Moro or Less Interest, One of the wants of the age is le enitsti^ tate for the touting custom at publl0 diallers. 'When inebriety was, if itot & virtue at least one of the customary general results cif those gatherings, the toasting habit or custom gave excuse for trequent libationa, and. tlae list was uthally long enough ta exouge epeakers from trespassing on the geed nature of auditors end evoking the remark attributed to the Governor of North Caroline to his official visitor, boa in these days it ie as much put of place as would be a mailed warrior in a battery charge. And toad responees 1 They are not like wine that improves with age; and what a trial of good nature to sit for Ware listeu. ing tmoant expreseions, hifalutin," "flub - dub and guff,' mutual ediniration and self - laudation thet one has heard a huodred times from as many lips of ability, medioority and incompetency, and in all tones of eloquenoe and drivel 1 Happy the man et a publio banquet who if he has something to say knows how to say it in few words, and xf he hoe nothing to say knows enough to earn the entitled° of the company by his silenoe 1 *** Then there is tie outrage upon good habits to whioh good natured people are compelled to submit, if they wouid not be be considered churlish, in the hours kept. Bien who would not think of going around to do banking business two hours after Mooing time, or who would be shocked if a gueet invited to dinner kept the conmeny waiting half an hour, got around to public dinners called for 7.80 or 8 ohilook at about 9 or 9.30. Speaking, then, is begun at an hour when men of welhotdered habits onght to be retiring to bed and is continued until late in the morning. If we had a. Society for the Prevention of Cruelty to: Public Diners lights would be extinguished at midnight or ember. *** And what a boon a new form of after dinner entertainment would be that would abolish the ohestnutty speeohes and open a new field! Why should wiebe everlastingly boasting to each other about being the moat loyal people, the most ably governed, the best legislators, the grestest warriors, and having the grandest country and moat important interests of any in the world, things were all agreed upon 1 Why not let that pass PS a matter of course? We don't dispute the multiplication table, but it wouldn't be very edifying as an after dinner speech. ette Isn't our treatment of divorce oases cal - inflated to bring our boasted morality more or lees into contempt? To one who does not oare to burden his mind or confuse the issue with flue sublimations of theological alchemy or the exigencies of politics, the granting of divorce for reoognizedly proper cause is merely a matter of evidence. We practically make it a question of money and political influence. In a recent ease we iind that sage musters canvassed their reepeotive friends for votes just as less austere people do in cake contests. This is degrading to the people they do not represent but are privileged to govern. Divorce should be a matter for the Courts of Justice, and they should be open alike to rioh and poor. There is no need for reducing the cause, but when cause exists there should be no refusal because of the poverty of the applicant, nor should money facilitate divorce when cause is absent. Isn't it astonishing what vitality there is in a well•told fiotion ! How often that lit. tis story about the Queen's reply to the Indian Prince's query as to the source of England's greatness has been met by the Queen's denial, yet it does duty daily at the some old stand. Wellington's "Up guards and at them!" is equally tenacious of life. The Washington ones are hale and hearty and daily int:re:ming in size and numbers. The Lincoln hosts are met with daily. General Grant ones are robust enough a,nd the civil war chronicler's faithful reporte of the "late maple:mantises" go on inoreaeing in number and vividness as the actors leave the scene. I heard a Grant one the other night; same old one abatit Lee handing Grant his sword and Grant handing it beak, with the words "Let us have peace.1, Now this is very pre**tty—very character- istic, but not historical. The surrender at Appomattox was not a very theatrical affair. It took plaoe just 25 years ago on the 9th of last month. Gen. Grant had been press- ing Lee hard and felt then the army of Northern Virginia was near its last ditch. He opened up oorrespondenoe with Lee by courier on the 7th, looking to a surrender, and on the 9th agreed to meet Lee to consider the term of aurrender. That meeting took plaoe in the house of Wilbur McLean, and the documents there written and sorde of the witnesses of the interview are available to -day. At General Lee's request, General Grant put the pro- posed "terms" in writing, and one para- graph of the "Sons" regarding the turn. ing over of captured material reeds : "This will not embrace the side arms of the officers, nor their private horses or baggage." Lee was tonoleed by the gener- osity exhibited and said: 44 This will have very happy effect upon my army." The current story of Lee's surrender under the apple tree (where he was lying when Grant's letter makingthe appointment reaohed him), the theatrical sword episode and many other equally " neat " stories, lack the element of fact. Grant was a man as well as a soldier. Probably no two more self-respecting and generous oppo- nents ever met then Grant and Lee'and the former's threat to resign if Andrew ;Johnson attempted to violate the terms made at Appomattox, strengthened his hold on the affections of the chivalric people of the South Who were not blind to his bravery nor ineeneible to his generosity. Msseernern. . The Remedy. Jeok—Were you ever crazy with love ? Jim—Yes, indeed. Jack—What cured you Jim—Marriage. His Business. Bridget—Here's a letter for Mr. Star - boarder that's marked 4. In haste." Shell we send it to him? Mrs. Flamoneg—Why, ; let ItiM hurry home after it. Judging by Appearances. "Well, I'm full again," said the Cider Barrel, trying to stand on ite head. "1 thonght so," field the little Keg, "when I :taw you rolling over here, all bunged up. Oh, yes, you are tight 1" There's white mahogany fuentture. Plants in pots are having a lively sale. • The late Mr. David Buthanan, M.P., of New South Wales, was e native of Edin- bargh, became a barrister of the maws Temple, developed into a etic:ceesful oriminal lawyer in the oolonies, sini has set in the syaney Parliament tor some thirty yeare.