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HomeMy WebLinkAboutThe Exeter Advocate, 1891-2-26, Page 6IF"f. A Riley Hobo. When the crop is ou tbe Market and the omit is in your seek, And you hear the click and jingle of the key turned in teeloelt, Andethe (slinking of the " peonies " aud the elanking of tied" tenet." tbe grocers's:nem is paid tip °aid uo more leis bill as sons; OI R'S theu's the time a feller is a-feelinat his best, When be rises from his slipper, then downward pulls his vest; AS he =ekes his pipe in comfort, and then goes and winds the (gook, When the crop is on the market and the cash is in his sock. Tlterws something kind o' cheerful -like about the farmer's eyes When he knows the summer's over and he doesn't have to rise About the time the daylight's a-peoPite th.ro' the gloom. And work until the moon'a Mid the grain that's all in bloom; 13ut, instead, he sorter calculates he'll hook old 'Buck" and " Jess" To his cutter in the evenin' and put on his Sun- day dress ; Then go a-courtin' Lizer, with her apron and new frock, When tize crop is ou the market and the cash is in the sock. Qh, the lanskin' tied the stool -du' bees -the win- ter's harmless tun; The raspin' of the fiddle when the dancing is begun: The jingle of the sleigh -bells, your best vain the sled ; The kissin' and the huggin' when the old folks are in bed ; The roastin' of the chestnuts, ths neighbors droppin' in; The:eatin' of the apples, drinkin' elder from a tin; Oh, it stets my heart a-prancin' lik.., a struttin' turkey -cock, When the crop is on the market au I the cash is in the sock, -Thorseh ads Bozo°, THE PRIMA D, MINA. Thio is apparently conteadietory, but it was so practically true that, at the the ten yeere, I would wileingly have made a con- tract to follow, implicitly, nay father's slightest wish for the rest of my life, absolutely assured that, in that very am, I was sneering to ruyself n exietenoe of rm. conditional freedom. Ever the centre of the most brilliant emaiety of Florence, my father lived a life whines, according to the striatest Pharisee, was fall of extravagant approaches to excess ; but notlaiug seemed exoess in him. The world wee just as subservient to his physical and his moral es I to his rnental moderation. His hand was uerved but never shaken, his brain illumined but never stupified by wine, though I am sure that many a strong man has made a wreck of himself with lees profligacy. From my earliest ambition to be anything, he was my mentor, my idol, my friend. There was nothing which he did not know. He taught me more of the wisdom of the sages, more of philosophy, more of all the acne/mail than did the able tutors whom he had lavished upon me. He Conversed with me in each of the modern languages while I studied them, speaking one as fluently as he did the other. He guided my hand with the penoil, my eye with the color, my heart with the inspire. tion ; till at four -and -twenty years of age, Florence, Italy, even Europe at large had moognized my work. The ablest levities of Paris were compering my productions with those of my father, or, more properly, the work that he did in his own studio with that he did through me in mine; and, even at that early age, I was reaping a pecuniary benefit from art which a true ortiet has labored f or through a long life and lost, eimply from want of reoognition. I might easily have been etatified by fle,ttery but that two important facts were ever present before me. In the first place, I considered that enocess, unparalleled emmess, was a foregone necessity with me. He had said : "You will be the greatest artist of the age " ; and I fat as sure of it as of the sunrise. Then neither an art critio nor customer was my criterion. They might all say what they would, I did not believe that I had really suaaeeded ; for in other things my father would praise 'withont restraint, but in art never. It was juat as of old when he stood by the wall. He would come into my studio, look at my work and say " The knight is too large. The tree is too small. The water is green. This light is not good. The shadow is bad. Anthony, you min do better." It is true that as often as he said it I falt as I did by the Rhine wall: that I could have thrown the dust of the road after hire when he went away. Bat the very act would have been precisely the same as it was then, a complete endorsement of his opinion. Repudiating him, I agreed with him ; repelled, I clung to him. What did I care for all that the world might say in praise of me if that were his verdict and my own? illy one criterion was to hear say that I could do better. The was all that I sought for, everything that I worked for; and stub was the meagre reality of my apparent devotion to art that I fully expected, so soon as he said, to leave the studio, gee a and canvas forever, and go directly back to Mine, uever to touch a brash again unless it were to please her while she sang to me. We had not spoken Mina's name since the day when we reached Florence. I felt assured that my father hied long before forgotten her very existence ; but to nae she was as real as ever. It was not all the uncertain reality that would inevitably have mede a vehement, restless lover out of the passionate crusader, for I was as enre of Mina as I was of my own success in art, eventually. Of course my Mina was reline ; she was as much as mine as I was hers, which was all in all. I could have doubted the truth of the daylight, but I could not have doubted Mina. Had I known at the first how long it would require me to remain in Florence, to perfeot my- self, doubtless I should have taken some way to let herienow of me ; but I realized no more actual need of it than of nay being perfect in anything but art to please her. Sluggish, indeed, I thought would be the stream that bore to her tidings that I could still do better. So the months grew into years and the years went on, ever alluring me with the prospect that eaela would be the last, ever. going with the promise unfulfilled. The anticipation of a future deprived me of the power of appreoiating the preeent, and the blindness of the present deprived me of an ability to appreciate my own worthinees of a falfilnaent, in the future, of that one anti. tipation. CHAPTER VII, LEONORA. On the tenth aoniversary of my arrival in Florence, vehen I vvaa aboutt four -and. twenty, I began a oonapoeition upon much grander proportione than whiale 1 had before .etempted. It was a lifemize figure reclining upon snowy clouds while fleecy mists lay in delicate, fitted drapery about the eletraberer. I celled it " Sunribe," Upon snah a design I knew that, praati- oally, I could forever do my best and for- -ever feel that with a little more study and a little mote care I could do hotter ; but the very incongruity attritated me, and I boa hailed the thought with a delight which come:Maly motored in that very feet. It was beneath mob, en apparent iman"hlTty alone het I f it sunI thottld find the Magic( sword which I mucee wear as Italian= when 1 returned to my Mina, and in ouch e task, therefore, lay the conqueet *het I courted. Into it I threw life, We, and the naednees of my ambition, with recklese prodigality, at every stroke. My model for the " $unrieo " wee the moat beautiful being I hail ever imen. She was Only a poor, eVern•dan Peetiatat girl, as tlae world SSW her, loue, be' seene rat/aerie- able fortums, almost providentially, I might have thought, I was led to discover more then Mat when, early one mornieg, I MO her walking just outtidbe Romeo Gent of Florence, while revolving in my mind the growing fancy which ehould in time develop into the " Sunriee." She bad never been a mode, and it was very difficult to persuade her to listen even to the fleet arguments; but tlae longer I talked with her the more infatuated I be- came with her beauty, and the more detert mined to seotire bet. At last, I suaceeded in driving a wild bargain, offering more and more hi pay until natural cupidity could stand the strein no longer, and she con. anted to try the experiment. She was by far the most expensive necessity to figure painting Whieh. I had as yet indulged in, but she alo proved by far the Moat valua. ble ; riot a nectesisy alone, but au absolute luxury. She peeeeesed every natural greets which could heve been bestowed upon a women, end Added to these charms a most unusuea ambition to devotes them to the best advantage of the work upon which I Was engaged. A more patient model never posed. A more generous good nature could not have centered in one soul. A more delicate ma- ostentatiouu MOMS of refiannent never graced a (mien of wealth. If I had had no ambition but the simple money value of the picture I was painting, I should have tried as hard to secure her as ray model, as the only wornale I had ever seen, who was in face and form and thought even, the very personification of what I would see upon the canvas, as the goddess of " San. rise." if I were able to reproduce her. My acquisition was a remarkable good fortune in many ways. Pointing soon assumed unrealized proportions of pleasure. The consaionsness of drudgery disappeared; even the sense of labor vanished, and the vexation of ceaseless struggle to eradicate, in the ideal, some ungainly feature which was ever present in the real, and to add, in the painting, higher parts of which nay model broke no suggestion. I had ever been trying to create from the degenerate duet before me the image of God which was ever in my heart; now, however, I had secured a perfect model and suddenly discovered the exquisite joy of being led on where before I had been held back; the ex- citement of a race to bring my own work up to the reality; the inspiration which the landscape painter feels when bending every energy to reproduce, not what is vaguely in himself, but the substance before him. Doubtless such a dependence upon external influence proved me less of a true artiet than the world thought me; but I was in no mood to stop for philosophy and, con. tent to accept the inspiretion as it came, I worked with Eitleh readiness and rapidity that the end of three weeks, the "Sunrise was almost completed. There VMS another invaluable part which my model developed. It had been no teak for her to discover that I frequently fell into disagreeable moods, when it wets int= easier for nae to be the disaffected philosopher then the enthusiastic artist. No modal had bean long in observing that, but ,Lsonore, alone had discovered the secret governing those moods and getting me out of them. I did not realize this at first or I should have rebelled and have be- come impervious, simply through a super- abundance of unregenerated humanity in me. I only cornprelaended it by slow degrees, too slow for the outbreak of a re. bellion, when I found rayself going to the studio in the morning altogether out with everything, resolved that I would not etay there for an hour, only to come away at noon grumbling that my father should have set that limit upon my oonfinement at the easel, end provoked that I could not be allowed to paint all day. /t only dammed upon me when I noticed Met instead of sitting by the hour vacantly staring at my model, stupidly wishing that something wouli heppen to turn an ungainly angle into a gracef al curve or take the whole combination away from me entirely, I was orgetting everything in the eagerness with which I straggled to catch one line of beauty after another, appearing like the thoughts of a ready writer, faster than by any possibility I could transcribe them. I began to appreciate when I fonnd myself searching constantly for topine that should tempt my model to talk with me,and in the care which I was ever exerting to answer her gaestions, while I had so often ignored them entirely in other modela. The sound of her voice was like inspiring mueic, never discordant, always appro- priate, where many a time I had begged a model to be quiet while I worked, and thanked fortune if, when it were possible, she fell asleep. The morning had come when I had ex- pected to put the finishing touches upon the painting, but at breakfast my father was unusually undemonstrative, which was sufficient to dieooncert me for the entire day. His quiet moods I intepreted as signifioant of dissatiefaation, and they were refleated in me, making me lees doubt. fully sullen to the world. I was only a mirror. Whatever he appeared to me in any most sensitive perceptiona, I appeared at large, only as a garbled and a painfully distorted translation. When he seemed thoroughly satified. I went out with a smile to say : "You are a fine old world toeley ! " When a frown appeared upon his forehead and I had nothing tangible to whicsh to attribute it, I curled a deeper frown away with me, muttering: "Oh vexing, spasmodic and morose old world what have I to do with yon?" It was not so much the result of love for my father; for I seriously question if I loved him at all. It wee unedulerated and fanatic admiration. It was seeing in him all that I would be if I could; all that I could be if I should ever attain my ideal in this world. It was upon the same principle that I considered a perfect picture as my ideal necessity in love, with Mina. I wee just as eagerly, though unconsciously, try- ing to produces nay father. His fe.ults-they did not seem like fitults in him ; they were only fascinations; attractive gildings ; aubtle sparkles drawing the eye irresistibly toward the man they could not mar. He was master oe hie sins iciest as he was reader of his art, of all, of everythirsg. He did precisely as he would with us, although to ourselves we each of no seemed running our own little risk with Leine, however it chanced to please ns best. I had nevet before seen my father tipper. ently so abstracted, and the result was that I entered the studio that morning in as sullen a Mood as ever in nay life. Leonora wee waiting. She woe alweycl there ho. bore the appointed hour. Sho alwaye did everything a little better than ate could expeot ; bat my only desire was to send her away. I think she understood it at a glance, for, before I could speak the words, she WSS repeating an amusing bit of gossip, about a fellow ratites, over which I laughed in spite of myself. Then, withodt giving me an opportunity to make a kepis', elle wits in the Midst et et graceful compliment which she had overheard, bestowed upon one Of My paintinge thee had lately re. caved the aietingahlheallealele tet te position in *lee greet Genera. While she Was talking 1 Meohanioally drew the cover from the Pieture upon the meal aud stood areamily looking et the " Satirise ; to wondereng whet I should do to mprove it, bet trying to plan with myaelt how I should ermine to tell Leonora that she was not wanted there, fleet day. I had never wested much time in prepar, ing enatenoes for my models before, lend it veaed me that 1 bonneted now. The deiey was dangerous, too for she only mend apealeiug long enough to meet upou me one searching glanoe, as it to discover how far elm had succeeded in tt000mPleshirle her end and how much of a task lay before her, when she continued: 44 0 Signor, I have eomething more to tell you that is Very important." She paused for a unwind, looking at me in a peculiar way, and edderi "11 you frown like that, I shall know that you are angry at what I tell you. I am not meaning to take up your time with my gobbling; no, indeed, Signor; for this is very, very important, or I would not dare to say a word, you look so cross. You will say it is important when you hear it. Then I will be ready for you in an instant, and I will keep perfectly still all the morning; yes, I will even try to go to sleep, if I aen. I feel very sure, sometimes, that you wish I would, for I see it iu yeur eyes and I hear about it everywhere. I met one of your old models the other day. She saw ma corning out of the studio and guessed what I was, and so she walked down the street with rue and asked rue all about you; bat she told me a great deal more than I told her. She said that you were cross to her sometimes, and that once you told her to take poison if she could not keep quiet any other way, and that another time meows her extra pay beoause she gen asleep and did not disturb you. Bat really, Signor, this that I have to tell you is something that you ought to know, and when you have heard it, if you will only stop frowning long enough for then I will not speak another word; no, even if I have to take poison to go to sleep." While she was epeaking Leonora had re. moved her gloves and loosened her hair. She was unwinding her bright girdle, stepping slowly backward toward the little dressing room, arranged by a series of screene, for the models, at the end of- the studio, just behind the wicker divan, stand. ing upon a low platform where they posed. I wets still sullenly looking at the picture, vexed that, even for a moment, my model was apparently having her own way with me, and determined more than ever that I would not paint that day, no matter how persistently she might try to make me. She did not show it, however, if sheweere at all disturbed by my indifference and failure to respond; but while her hands where mechanically looeing her garments for very speedy removal and her feet very slowly bearing her to the dressing room, ehe continued: "Signor, it was yesterday, alter you went home. I knew that the door was looked, so, before I dressed, I went to look at the picture. I saw myself in the mirror there and saw how much better yoa were making me than I really am. Oh, it W08 so much improved by yesterday's work. I could not have believed that so muoh could have been the result of a single day. I forgot that 1 wae looking at a pic- ture of myself, it was so much more beau- tiful, and I looked so long that I was more than a half hour later than mud in going home. I was behind the screen, almoet dreseed, when your father unlooked the door and oeme in. I am sure that the great Signor Carlo had never in hie life painted anything --a ems, tifal than that, except it Was that the niodel was more beautiful; and I am sure that he thought se too. • I could tell it by his face, for your know I am a woman, Signor, and I peeked through the crack in the aoreen. I have always seemed to feel that Signor Carlo did not like me very =oh. I knew that he thought that I had gone home and that he would be very much better pleased to be alone, so I kept perfeatly still and he never knew that I was there. He stood for a long time be. fore the painting, almost as long as I had stood before it; then he began moving his hand so " : Involuetarily then, I looked up. She had thrown off her outer garments, uncov- ering her arm, and, as she pawed in the act of unloosiug the bands ardand her waist, she turned her hand in a graoef al curve, explaining her words, and continued: "At last he said : ' I believe it would be better if it were bent a little, as if parting the mists.' Then wben he weat away, I came right oat and looked at the picture again to see what he meant, and the all afternoon I was pratising it before my mirror, BO SS to be sure that I was ohow- iug you jast right about it, in the =ening:" Much against my will I had followed her words and watched the explanation and was sullenly etensidering he effect, when she added: "See, Signor, this is the way of it" ; and hastily throwing off the little vest, ehe placed herself in the old position upon the divan, only changing the arrangement of the hand by a slight inclination of the palm. Utterly unconscious of all my solemn deter- mination, I (tried in eastaoy : "Don't move, Leonora Don't moye That is marvellous!" She bad conquered. I saw the smile of triumph in her eyes, as, without waiting to remove either hat or overcoat, I seized my brushes, and, ha,stly preparing the materials, I began to paint with passionate eagerness, lest I should lose that sudden inflection, forgetful that Leonora had been practieing it all the afternoon before, at her mirror, that she might be sure that she was showing me "just right" in the morn. ing. The change was namely perceptible in itself, but the improvement upon the whole impression was fabulous. It altered the entire sentiment where I had more than once felt that eomething was looking; but just what and how to right it I could not oonceive. One would have hardly expeated a model to take each intelligent thought," I said to myself., as I glenced from the canvas to ostoh the shadow of a tapering finger, but looked, instead, into those great black 'eyes, fall of fire, fastened ripen me. For an instant ray heart stood atilt. Then I weal again laboriouely tranefering the ehadow to the canoes. But the strange thrill had by no means paned away. Studiously I bent over the picturenot daring again to lift my eyee. More care- fully than ever I examined the painting, trying to fix my thoughts) more upon it than upon my model; but theta was not even a shadow there that was original. The position, to „the minutest detail, had hem little by little the suggestion of my fether ; and tine peoduotion, so far as it went, Leonora; jaet as 1 saw her before me; just as she lay upon the cushions, only that I had not done the reality jaetice. Those eyes 1 Had I painted tlaetn ? The pe, jag* lifted by a Emile, from pearly teeth I Had I prodtioed them? That wealth of hair, glistening like e eavenee plumage, clinging &bone the shoulders; and fonaling the enowtwhite breaat ! Was it as upon ashe °semis ? The seal, the life, the thought, te *he fire wbiob thrtebbed in every line and feature, whish thrilled me even as I Weed my Mem to it ! Was it all there when I turned away from Leouora to the canvas upon the eapel 2 No! Without welting for gay fether'e verdant 1 letteve thee I could do better. . I frowned aa I worked, A brush did not please nee. 1 engrily broke it and threw the pieces upon the floor. Then, ashamed of mutt a demonetretion, X unveiteingly cast quiok gleam toward Leonora, only to roalize a etrange shook in the discovery that oho was weepiug. " Leonora I exclaineed. "It is nothing, abeolutely nothing, Sig- nor," she replied, hastily bruehing the teem away. "duet for a momeot I wee foolish; that was all. The flea of the Seenriee ' were finiehed long ago, and are ever so =oh more beautiful than all the smilee in the world could make mine. Yon did not need nay eyea to.day, Signor, eo I was careless about them. Dont look at me in thet way. What did it meteor that jrat for 0110e there should be tears in them? Eveey wornan cries sometimes, I puppose." "Ib does liot matter 2or the painting, Leonora," I replied," but I have been too slow over Mies little change. 1 have tried you and you would not tell me. Yon are not well, but you did not oonfese it. That ia so and I am sorry. You were right when you said that I was croes. There 1 No more today. Toenorrow we will finish it; then we will take a little vacation before we begin on anything else." "No, no, Signor; do not stop, "she said nervouely. I am not tired. You must finieh to -day all that you need with me, tor I am not coming here again." "Not coming again 2 ' exelaimed, starting to my feet. "Why, Leonora., you are miming alweys I" "1 am never coming here again, Signor," she replied, looking etestelily into in eyes. "11 you were anyone else in all the world, Leonora," I said in atonishment, "1 should think yon were playing some naodel's trick upon me for more pay. I know that you are not, but never mind, you shall have more pay without asking. How muoh would you like 2 " If I could have painted those oyes NB they looked at me, then, I could et least have made a Nemesis that would have been my life'e masterpiece ; as from her loosened belt she caught a little puree and threw it fiercely across the floor. With a shudder I thought of tlae torrent of Italian curses which muat follow nude an outbreak. Of all the women of the world, the Italian is pre-eminent in the manipulation of fierce itivectives, and I knew at that moment that no woman of Italy could approach the beautiful Leonora, when her anger was aroused. Possibly Leonora realized the fact. She may have read ray expectation in my eyes ; for, suddenly, every expres- sion in her face changed completely. The vele lips parted in a trembling smile, and with a quivering sigh lifted the glossy heir as it nestled upon the breest, while a gentle voice, f all of Italian melody replied : "Signor Anthony, you are wrong. There is all the naoney that yon hevo ever peed me. Pll none of it. And were all the world to give, Signor, you could not buy Me for one more day." I stood for a moment, not venturing to reply. Then, almoet timidly, I said : "Leonora, I am sorry that I offended yon ; will you not forgive me 2 " Without lifting her eyes from the floor, she replied ; "Except about the money, Signor, you have never been unkind, and you did not mean that. I know that you did not, and I have nothing to forgive." "Wilt on come again as nenal " I heed -with an eagerneee that vexed me. "I will never come again," she said, almost as quietly and gently as though she had promieed to return, instead. "Theo, Leonora, I have offended you and you will not forgive. You have not told me truly." "Signor," she replied, "it is not well that I should toll you more; but if I must then it is because I must. The great Signor Carlo does not like me, does not wish me here. That is all and it is enough." "lily fe,ther to/a you that ? " I cried. "Has he been rude to you ? " "Signor, Signor Anthony, you know that your father has never spoken to me," she said; "if he had, he is a man who would not know how to be rude, even to a model." Her courtesy rebuked my disrespect and I answered more moderately : "Yon are mistaken, Leonora. You have misjudged him. I will ask him in some way, right here before yore and you shall know that you are miataken. fie Beall convince you of it himself." "1 am not mistaken, Signora," elm re- plied, "Your father would not be rude, but he would not deny it." "You are judging from his face," I in. slated. "He very often looks that which he is not. Yon said that I was cross and frowning this morning and you were quite right about it ; but you were not so foolish as to think it was heamse I did not like you, Leonora." The involuntary ecoent which I placed upon the last pronoun dia. turbed me. "That is sophistry, Signor," she said, smiling through her tears. "1 cannot argue with you, but I know what I ant saying, for yesterday, as he stood beside the painting, I watched hie face. I like it. I always look at his eyes when he comes in and talks with you. They are wonderful eyea. Even when he frowns his face is never unkind. Bat I never saw him look as he did yesterday. I never sew hie face so sad before. He shook his head and amid : "Poor boy I He is painting her with his heart. When he discovers it I pity him." Signor, yon know Met I am here against my will. Yon know that I have only tried to do ray dray, and you know why I am going. Yee, I am going. Sigraor I It is his step! For his sake be painting!" she added, hurriedly. I had never had a thought or eentiment that I would not have unveiled in its entirety to my father, and if he had stood in the studio beside me at that moment I am sure that I would have spoken precisely as I did. Yet, when I recognized his step in the outer room and knew that he wee coming, I dropped in oonfasion and cowardice upon my stool and lifted my palette and brush. (To be Continued). lllies Serena Rhinelander has a yearly income of $75,000 in dear mtg. A large slice of it goes into the treasury of Trinity and another portion is set aside to gatisfy the denaands of her many private pen- sioners. A imam SOB A DAY. Take a little dash of water cold And th little leaven of prayer, And a little bit of morning g91.1 Dissolved in the morning air. Add to your raeal SOMO merriment And a thought for kith and kin, And then, as your prime ingredient, A plenty of work thrown in. But spice it all with the essenee of love And a little whiff of play, Let a wise old book and a gimlets above Complete the Well -made day. Farmer Peastrent--Well, eon, whet did you kern at college? Son -I lee,enea to fence, for one thing, Farmer Peastraw- That's good ; I'll get some nails to•Morrow, and we'll have a bout. • A $0,00o A Cam) of Jewelry Oets Into the Hoods of the emstoms People. There arrived in Toronto a few days ago Samuel Close, a middle.aged Englieh. man, and his pretty wife, a petite blonde. They went to the Empress Hotel, et Young and Gould streete, where they yet remain, Since their arrival Close has made Many unsumusseful efforts to diesposse of large quantity of jewelry thet he had in his poeseasion by absolute vale, it is fetid, elk/lough he himself deniee that he intended, to do !nor° than pledge the valualnes as trnourity for a loan. The last man be inter, viewed, he says, wee C. XL Henderson, the Young street auctioneer, whom he called upon on Friday. Mr. Henderson etskea him a great many questions and then re- quested him to cell on Saturday, by which time he would have thought the matter over. On Seturdey Acting Collector of Customs Douglas and Customs Officer B. Anderson went to the Emprese Hotel, and after interrogating Close as to bow the jewelry had got into Canada without pay- ing duty seized the gouda on the ground that the owner had defrauded the automat They took them down to the Custom House and stowed them away in the vault. The amount that should have been nolleated on them would have been about 51,000. Mr, Douglas valnee the jewellery at edema 05,000. Clue, who lives in New York, came to Canada by way of Buffalo and Suspension Bridge, end it is seated that he evaded the customs antherities at the latter point by conoealing the jewelry under the seat occupied by his wife and himself. Irrigation in Australia. Auetralia has in her west pastoral areas sources of wealth as greet mid more per- manent them those of ber mines. Already she has nearly 100,000,000 of elaeep, which in the mild affiliate end under the smuny sky of the country require no ehelter throughout the year, semi no food beyond what they eat on the open plains. It is true that tlie sunny elsy may oherme 50 a sky of brass, and that drought is the aread of the Australian ehepherd, herdsman and farmer. Occasionally there is a suceession of dry seattons, and then 'sheep have per- ished by millions and cattle by thonsends on the more remote stations. To inaster recurring droughts is the greet problem of Australia's inland future. Here, as else- where, nature challenges mards free ad. vanoe, and places some special obstacle in his way. Anstraliane are faoing their teak with energy, confieence and the promise of melon success. They hew learned the art of drawing wealth even from scrub land of whieli a single sheep requires several acres for ite support. Irrigation works on a large scale have been begun in Victoria and South Auetralia. The storage of water in reservoire is being carried out in a lerge way by muniaipttlities and private com- panies Throughout New South Wales and Qaeeneland tbe boring of artesian wells has met with satisfactory Gumless. Once given the carte/in means of carrying the flocke and herds through the occasional periods of drought, there Bee= no limit to the pastoral capeoity of suoh immense provinces as New South Wales and Queens- land. With completed systems of irriga. Hon Australia promises to become one of the greatest grape and fruit growing countries in the world. The many diffi- culties with which men are confronted on this great continent are more then matched by its wonderful poseibilities.--George R. Parkin, in Century. ... ARMOUR, C. J. ' Brantford -Tuesday „ .... 10th March Guelph Tuesday... ...... ......17th March Berlin Tuesday 04th March Tuesday ......... --net March Monday— ...... ...6th April Thursday ..9th April Monday lttth April Monday . . . ..20th April ROSE, J. Brockville— ... . .. Monday Oth March Cornwall Tuesday 17th March Kingston Monday 23rd March Napanee Monday '30th March Picton Monday.— ......... 6113 April Belleville Monday.- ...... ...13th April Whitby Monday 07th April Cobourg Monday 4th May FALCONBRIDGE, J. Woodstock. . Monday Oth March St. Thomas Monday 16th March Walkerton ...... ...... on ay 23rd March London..' -.. ......... .Monday 30th March GoderichMoo day......... 13th April Sarnia Monday 20th April Chatham Monday . 27th April Sandwich Wednesday 6th May ^ Spring Assizes, 1891. Stratford Simcoe Cayuga, Welland Hamilton DIAoMexcoll, J. Barrie Monday-- . 0ttliMa,rnehn M Owen Sound onday 2.3a March Lindsay Monday .. . 80th March Peterboro' 6th April 11Mloonnddaayy... Perth Pembroke... Tuesday 123"Cl slit April April L'Orignal Monday.. 2Tth April Ottawa Thursday 30thApril STREET, J. Toronto -Civil Monday ...... Oth March T oCrt -Criminal Court Monday l 20th Apri Miltonoounrto Monday ...alth April Brampton... Thursday... 30th April St. Catharines......Monday Orangeville Monday il 4th tn MayMay Chancery Spring Circuits, 1891. FrBiaosly, C. Oth March Monday.MondaHBimaracileton23rd March lot April Si. CatharinesWednesday lOtla April Brantford Guelph Thursday 16th April Owen Sound Monday 20th April Woodstock Vilednesda,y 8th April Barrie Wednesday ...... .....16th April Lindsay. Monday 4th May Peterboro' ...... ....... Friday 8th May Stratford Thursday 14th May Whitby Monday ist June RODERTSON, J. Toronto Monday lith March St. Thomas Thursday 16th April Walkerton. .. Wednesday 22nd April London Monday 27th April Goderich Monday llth May Sarnia Monday 18th May Chatham / Thursday • 21st May Sandwich ..7 Monday . ,. lat June 11,1minnim, J. Cobourg Monday Oth March Belleville ...Friday 13th March Ottawa Thursday 19th March • Monday 20th April Friday 24th April Tueeday.... ..,28th April Brockville Cornwall Kingston Refused to be Lied About. A gay young married woman of Cairo, Illinois, was sauntering homeward the other night when a young man coming up with her took her arm wed volunteered to esoort her. She repelled him and blabbed that it Wail a young married neighbor. He denied. She cornered burs in his own home before his yortog wife. He denied again. She jerked forth a horsewhip. Ile grabbed her, took her elevens his knee, spanked her soundly, looked her in a room and sent for her husband. to vvhona he turned her over as eflghtly off mentally. •........0.1•••••••••••••n* General von Braun commieted suicide at Berlin yeeterday, eI al waye etert my fire with the Pazoo," said the editor of the caution. Why do you do that ?" "Ito editorials are highly in- flammable, and its affidavits save the ex- pense of a blower." The Prince Edward Island Legislature is summoned to meet on Thursday, March 26th, trB::lAI°1::7i. Who Wae ee:eedFr0m111. Writing Offensive Utters in %%is Oity. Thevralieineooinh fofPoltioiea henitlybeo? cand:170d4o thece Lt Patrick Clifton Pritohard, who eirsee &rely. ing here lege than a week ago has been amusing himself by writing offensive and insulting letters to the police, to the tuagia. trate and to private individuale in leuffetto who befriended him while there, A vveek ago Prichard was.givat tlae,, option of getting out 01 Buffalo iu an hour and a half or ot going to the workhouse. Mr. Burehant„ oe tne Vi.wahraomofthtehera 1.1,13noainsixoniCldltl,haiovfteelipartagigetdsr: laid an infortnetion against him.. Since coming to Hamilton the fellow has hem writing offeneive lettere to Rev. Melville Boyd, who conduoted the minders. et ()lariat Church Cathedral, Rev. E. M. Bland and others, and has even addressed the Chief de Police. Pritohard attended a service in the Cedhedral end dropped an insulting letter in the offertory plate. Subsequently he wrote to Ildr, Boyd re the collection. A posteaript to his letter read as follows; P. S. -Differences between and results of air., 1.3oyd's actual begging and obtaining and Ur. trichard's alleged begging: Mr. Boyd has a large and assured income; ter Pricbard. lest satuaily and veritably starving for bread and bad no place the night to sleep in. He was Sent to Mr. Kitson and got one dollar and was told he could have no more. This dollar was ail he ever bad or asked from Christ's followers. and all he ever would accept now. Mr. Boyd. got bg a babelgy8r20o r 10 0 dollars. Who was the sn To auothor letter the man added the following postscript : Two of the most brazen-facedaconndrels intim way of begging I ever met are your neighbor, Do Witt Talmage and Mr. Joseph (he calls hinaselt doctor). CityTemple, London. These two men; "take the buiscuit" as two arch -imposters. Gen- eral Booth IS smarter than either, but I think 13ooth is sincere. Chief McKinnon had Pritchard on the carpet and gave him a warning on Satur- day, but since then be has written to the Chief. He is an Englishman about 40 years old, 5 feet 7 Melees high, and weare moustache. He ie from London, endpoints as a journalist and expert aocountant. Baby's Education. Direet mental habits may he formed even in the youngest children. A baby not yet old enough to walk should be subject to an orderly end systematic course of train- ing. In the tender years,when the indefinite is becoming definite to the pure thought of a child, the greatest of care should he exer- cieed. Sarah E. Wiltse gives an interesting example iu the case of a very young child and a watch: "A. baby recently touts my watch, and, as a,matter of coarse was essboalt to carry it to her month. I said, Not mouth, ear,' putting the watch to my ear, and then to hers. She undoubt- edly caught the sound, and after a few efforts could carry the watch to her own ear, to her mother's, her sister's and mine, taking evident delight in the attempted order involved in giving each a turn. There was evident difficafity in overcoming the mueoular tendency to carry the watch to her own mouth, the little hands flour- ishing about in a bewildered way when attempting this feet, but making mu.* more direct and free movements When seeking the ear oE another; in the letter she was, of course, aided by the presenta- tion of the ear. It would have been a mental injary to the child had we puzzled her by presenting the month, or distraoted her attention by presenting the cat for her to stroke." -The Kindergarten (Chicago) for February. Win. gendrie's New Deal. The transfers lest week in Efichigett avenue property will easily figtiee up' to over $400,000, the principal eale itt this direction being the Ten Eyck° farm of 600 acres to a syndicale °imposed of George and Streatham Hencirie and Cameron Carrie, of Detroit, and Wm. Hendrie, of Hamilton, Ont This farm lies on both sides of Michigan avenue, and has about a mile and a half of frontage on the Rouge River and about the sameton the Micshigan Central Railroad. A. portion of the farm is still in a primeval condition and rises gradually from the river bank, raskinetn it Otto of t'ne grendest places for subdividing Requiter° in the viciaity of Detroit. The deal was made through Edward I. Samson, who also sold the Franklin Moore farm for Jemea B. McKay. This farm consists of 190 acres and fronts on the south bank of the Rouge, directly opposite the Ten Eycke Sem. It is out through by the South Dearborn and aleo by the River Rouge road. -Detroit News. The Law and tlae not Machines. If you drop a niakel with a striug at- teched, keeping the end of the airing in your hand, have yon really dropped the coin? An Iowa judge has decided in the affirmative. An ingenious youth in that State tied a thread to a nickel, dropped the nickel in a slot machine, got what he wanted; Men, withdrawing the nickel by the thread, repeated the operation until he had nand° a clean sweep of the receptacle's contents. He was Arrested on a charge of theft, but the judge who tried him held that he had committed neither burglary, larceny nor robbery, nor even obtained property under false pretences. He had merely done what the ineoription on the machine told him to do -drop a nickel in the slot -and had kept on doing it. Nothing was amid about leaving the eoin where it ewes dropped. This deciaion will probably abate a nmeance.-Chicago Journal. One Humane Driver. One day during the winter a fine -look - lag horse attached to a grocer's wagon fell down in the middle of a slippery pavement. The driver did not jump down and belabor the animal with a club as most driven would have done. He did alight from his waggon and loosen the harmers upon the horse. Then he took from the, waggon a lap robe and spread it upon the slippery pavement near the fallen horse's feet. The intelligent animal did not mistake tho mute suggestion. He eyed the robe for a moment, then he edged around until kis feet were upon it. With an effort he etruggled to an upright position and then lifted his feet while the the driver picked up the robe. -Our Dumb Animals. Mrs. H. M. Stanley was somewhat astonished at the opportunities for thee etude, of anatomy which were afforded in Boston drawing rooms. She said ".&t a drawing room in season you would not find any Englieh lady as low out ate wo saw in Boston daring our stay. Moat of the anatornioal exhibitions were pro- nounced ' gale° good,' but others were, in American enaphasiet simply feerfale " TIMMS. " What are kisses, little maid?" A lover once enquired. , " HiStleS, ter I" the maiden said, Then paused to be inspired. " YO ens te, al is Oil ic a a es iarr9laorvee giarimf :Id, in g 8%1°1116 And when liPs close together meet - 0 000000000006- " oh, eheso are Mena, sir!" she mid. A gentleman in England, through Bishop Baldwin has presented Bt. Iohn's Clantok, Belle River, with 6 csbeque for li3,000.