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CHAPTER II.
Although it wen yet eaely morning, a
group ef people Wan asseinbled alecett a tall
papier that grew betweeu the angle of a
bey -window and en ivy clad wall, On the
door -step beyond, a tall, elegant woman
was loaning spinet a broken pillar, enelea.
vowing vamly tee keep a tern and dirty
moreingiwrepper closed abouther throat, and
watohing an eldeely gentleman who, attired
in an extremely ragged dressinggown was
persisting three bandsome mit-at-elbow lads
to get a large leite out of the topmost bough,
of the poplar. A young girl of about six-
teen years of age, whose exquisite faee and
shining yellow hair almost succeeded ire
hiding the fact that her gown, was far from
clean and her beautiful abundant locks were
uncombed and unbrushed, sat on a broken
gardeu-seat near laughing as only youth
and health can at the efforts of her father and
brothers.
"Give the line a jerk ! There—it's coming.
No; it's stuck faster than ever !" said Mr.
Verschoyle, standing on his toes and making
a vain attempt to catch the tail ot the kite
it swum, hither and thither in tbe air, his
heels desceuding from his carpet slippers as
he did so and exposing the fact that his
white cotton stockings sadly needed with.
ing and mending.
"It won't budge; it'll stay there for ever
and ever just to aggravate us. I do believe
it knows we are on our honour not to climb
the poplar," muttered a lad about fourteen,
shading a pair of beautiful blue -gray eyes
from the sun with a sleeve so ragged that
his arm could be seen through it in several
,plaees
"P11 climb up and get it in two minutes
if you'll let me—do let me, Peter !" cried
•a younger boy pulling his father by the arm,
and jumping up and down until the old
gentleman staggered.
"Von will not, Pat. Peter, don't let
him," called out the lady standing on the
door -step. "He'll fall and break his bank if
he does."
"The kite won't come down unlees some
one goes up after it, replied her husband
undecidedly; "and it would be such a
pleasure to the lad."
"Let the kite stay then, and send one of
the lads in to get breakfast. I've lighted the
fire as you may see," she said, holding out a
pair of plump and well -shaped diedy bands
for her husband's inspection.
"I'll go, mum!' exclaimed the girl who
had been sitting on the broken seat, jump-
ing to her feet and running up the door-
steps. "Have we anything besides breve:l-
and-butter and coffee? Trout—game?"
"There's a bit of cold roast hare some-
where—I ought to have jugged it, of coarse,
but"—with a sigh --"I didn't—and I think
I saw a trout in Cha's basket," replied the
Indy, twisting up a long strand of leak that
had oncebeen golden and was now of a sick-
ly orange color.
"Yes," said the tallest of thelads, a sunny.
haired, classical -faced young fellow of about
seventeen; "I put it under the table in the
parlour. Do fry it, Lil; I'm awfully
hungry."
" Why, here's our lady I" announced the
girl, catching sight of Hyacinth, her brother
and cousin on either side of her, walking
slowly towards the house.
"I dare say they picked up Glynn some-
where and he'll stay to breakfast. Be never
minds what he eats when he has our lady to
look at," said Charlie.
'Well, she is worth looking at !" cried
the girl, with sisterly pride. `She is like
a tall white lily compared to us; we are all
boors and pug uglies beside her. The hand-
some Verschoyles indeed V' Withthisepeech
the girl entered the house, and, after avoid-
ing some gaps in the broken oak flooring of
the hall with a dexterity acquired by long
practice, suddenly disappeared down some
steps.
Mr. Verschoyle—old Peter as he was
somewhat contemptuously called by his
neighbors—as soon as he saw the three fig-
ures approaching him, handed over the kite -
string to the two elder boys, and with the
younger still clinging to his arm, went to
tneet the new -comers, dragging his feet
along the grass as he walked, to prevent
his ragged. slippers from dropping off.
There was a rapid exchange of glances be-
tween him and the curate as he drew near,
that of the father seeming to ask, "Is all
right?" and that of the son appearing to
answer, "All is right;" and then the old
gentleman drew a bright -red envelope from
his pocket and handed it to his nephew v, ith
a flourish, saying—
"Good morning, Glynn; that's for you.
Cha went to your lodgings to ask you to go
fishing, but founti you -were out, early as it
was. This was on your table so he pocket-
ed it, thinking you would be here, hunting
him up, by the time he got back. I hope
it is not bed news; poople generally send a
telegram only when they have something
very awful to tell."
The youngman took the envelope, paused
a moment, and then opened it.
"It's from Ireland," he saidwithout look-
ing up. Then, as he went on reading, his
bronzed face turned pale. "My uncle has
had an unexpected &eine for the worse;
he is sinking and extremely anxious to Ewe
me." •
He crushed the telegram in his hand
thought for a moment while his hearers
stood silently about him, and then continu-
ed—
"I must go at one. If I catch the next
train to Liverpool, I shall be in Holyhead
by five and in Dublin by ten; and he turn-
ed his head so as to look at, his wife.
She was standing close behind him and
did not move or speak a word, but her pale
calm nice became as radiantly beautiful as
her ()anger sister's; the ciear witnees of
her cheeks chauged to vivid ecarlet, the
balf seornful, half. demure lips opened slight-
ly and trembled with emotion, acid her eyes
shone brightly.
But the outward signs of what ever emo-
tion it was that had etirrecl her remained
on her face only long enough to give her
husbencl a puzzling glimpee of the real
character of the woman hotted married; the
next blatant the scarlet faded from her
cheeks and the fire from her eyes. She
answered hie passionate look evilh a glanee
of Warning, seying—
" Your uncle ? OH, you retistgo, of course"
"Of emirse," echoed Mr. Verechoyle.
"Von eke the heir ttove—a elates child.
Well, well I"
" It in not my fault, dr," Bala Glynn
earnestly; (4 that pieee ot injustice ivaa done
before I was born-,"
"Oh, I'm ntit blaming you, my �y;hand,
after all, I would not change wife and child,
ten for the wealth he lied atid schemed to
get Ot what rise le it to bine now, dying
With strangers and servIdtte &bout him? I
hope ,Glynn yore won't prosecute MO for
downing that that row of mike and liviegoi
them, aa he thenetemed to do—the usurping
old skin -flint 1"
Huide, father— you ought not to talk so
now !" said Hyacineh gravely.
" Oh, Pm not a womaue-4 cian't pretend
to be sorry whoa I'm not 1 I've been treated
infamouely—ray younger brother put in my
place—this wretched, handful of property
left me, which I can't ring a hundred a year
out of, and have to pay a heavy rent for
and keep in repair, and not toach the tretie;
and all— all" —becoming extremely red in
the face and giving e fantastic litele wisk
to the raggen skirt of his dreseneg-hown—
" because I fell in love and inerried the
very identical girl he wanted ! Well, as I
said before, I have wife and children, and
he has money—Verschoyle and, Shaugannon
—and of what use are they to him now ?"
I "What are you talking about so earnest-
ly? What is the news, Glynn ? May I know?
called out the lady who was leaning against
the door -post.
"My uncle is very ill—had a relapse'I
must start for Ireland at once. I want to
be in Dublin by ten to -night," answered the
young man.
Mrs. Versohoyle came down the steps and
sauntered tovrards him.
Indeed. ! Poor Mark 1" she said. "Well
I don't think he wee very happy, after all.
But you mustn't go without your breakfast
you know; I'll hurry Lil ;" and she folded
her arms upon her broad bosom, sighed
faintly, and gazed at the ifair Beene before
her—the woods, the meadow, the fields or
green wheat, and, beyond, the shining blue
of the river—in placid contentment.
1 Mrs. Verschoyle had never been guilty of
hurrying herself or those about her, and
never tinould be ; and in this, far raore than
in their straitened means, lay the secret of
the &sorrier and disoomfort that reigned in
her domaiu.
Glynn, disturbed though he was by the
necessity for his immediate departure,
could not help smiling as he declined her
offer.
"No, dear aunt," he said—" I must be
off this instant; but not for long—no matter
how it goes, not for long" —turning his eyes
upon his bride. " Good-bye ! Good-bye,
uncle Peter -1 shall telegraph as soon as I
arrive at Verschoyle,"
" Who telegraphed to you? I was under
the impression that yoa would be cut off
with a shilling, Glynn, if you were known to
live in the same parish as your disinherited
cousins !" said Hyacinth.
"Garret Croft ; he knows I am here. We
are very old friends—school-fellows, you
see. Good-bye, everyone! Good-bye Cha
and Pat ! Where's Lil? Oh !"—as the 1>eauti
ful young creature appeared at the door.
"Come and, give me a kiea—I'm going
away."
"Going away! Now—at once? Oh,
where ?" exclamed the girl, tossing her
golden hair back from her forehead and
running down the steps.
"To Ireland—to Verschoyle. My uncle
is very ill ; I must go at once " he replied,
stroking her sunny bead, andlooking with
brotherly admiration into her large blue
brown -lashed eyes, so full of innocence,
purity, and gentleness.
"Oh, I'm so sorry 1" she said looking up
at him. "And I'm sorry for our uncle too,
poor fellow I"
"1 dont see why you should be,' mutter-
ed her father; he has treated me brutally
all his life. Out of his fifteen thousand a
year he has never offered me a ten -pound
note—me with a large family to bring up
and educate ! Why, when Bob was at St
Bees—"
"Indeed I must go 1" interrupted Glynn,
as the old gentlemen began to raise his
voice and whisk his dressing -gown from
side to side. "Good-bye, aunt Mary;
Good-bye Bob !"
"Nevertheless lam sorry for uncle Mark,"
confessed Lily, in her gentle way. "It
must be so dreadful to lie on a bed of sick-
ness, perhaps of death, and know that there
are things you ought to have done—and have
not."
Her voice faltered, and she stopped in
some confusion, as if afraid that her very
pity would condemn this man whom
she and her brothers and sister had
been brought up to regard as her father's
most deadly enemy—a monster of wicked-
ness and. successful villainy.
"What a good little thing you are, Lil 1"
exclaimed Glynn, shaking hands with every
one. Then, turning to Hyacinth—"Will
you come as far as the stile with me, and
let your breakfast wait, or am I unreason-
able ?"—and ,he looked what he dared not
utter.
"Yes," said the girl, with her slow sweet
smile—"and to the station."
"Heaven bless you, Glynn; I don't envy
you the old place -1 ion't indeed," said Mr.
Verschoyle, his weak mouth trembling.
"Heaven bless you also, uncle Peter, and
every one here, where I have been so happy.
Now, Hyacinth."
He turned and went away, the girl he
had just married walking at his side; and
in a few minutes the thick neglected woad
hid them from view.
CRAFTER III.
Hyactuth haclgone to the pos -6 eel!). tho
village, hoping for a letter, on the evening
after her busband's departure. A brief tel-
egram informed her of her uncle's death;
and, panting for more definite news, she
• felt her heart leap as a bulky envelope
was given to her. But she would not read
it until she was alone—alone with her great
good fortune I
Up to her father's little wood she went
with headlong speed.
The wood was a gloomy solitude, although
the leaves were yet reddened by the glowing
sun sinking down in the west. She went in
among the trees, and, seating heinelf at the
foot of a, young oak, took her letter from
her pocket and tore it open. e It contained
an inclosure, directed in a handwriting very
much like her father's and addressed to "My
Nephew and Heir," which was dated a few
days back. She laid it upon the grass be-
side her, paused a moment, and opened the
note accompanying it—written she dould see
by boy basband and dated the previous
evening.
ilMy darling and. beloved Wife -1 am
fending you this letter of my uncle'at
onee—first bectitiee 1 have the most perfect
feith and confidenee in you ; and, secondly,
because I would have you know 6,t once that
as soon as I read it I thanked Heaven With
all my heart that it came to late too part Ma
You are Mitre hove—mine. I have you and
own you foe bettee for worse—and that is
all the World to me. Better wounl be
Vereohoyle and Shangantion, plus fifteen thou.
sand a year; but worse le net so bad after '
all. 1 have --as you know—a very smell
property* whinhi when realmed,wJl gwn na
SOnle three thnneand runds 0 begin We on
' (lnite enough with. yOuth and liealth to
hack tjnAuStralia Or Canada, And,
wealth :4 04 aet,o Y%441; SiTe4 ;r eafg talln°
/Aire that Yen de trot regret the Weelth yen
have lost for mine. We aee yonng Nye
each other. I would, 0 I had ltnown of it,
have forfeited with my eyes open what I
forfeited blindly, 80 eign myeelf as I do uow,
;itrour husband,
"Geernee NieVerne,"
Her pale fene had elowly limonite deadly
white and rigid as she read, ber eyes dark,
ening and the pupils dilating; but she laitl
the ietter down Trite steadily, drew one
loug deep breath,'Meng leer hat eff her head
as if eee weight oppressed her, and toolthe
other /otter from where she had, placed it,
The; settling herself a little deeper among
the ivy and fera-lea,veti about the foot cif the
tree, she read page after page without a
sign of emotiou. Bitt when she had finished
she dropped the menuseript frotn a hand
grown euddeuly nerveless, and. moaned as
she rocked hereelf ta aud fro ; then she
fell on one side, and lay white and still and
almost beeethlese, enduring an agcmy of
heart and brain that she ware to remember
ever afterwards.
The letter that had so crushed her—that
had almost driven the life from her slender
frame —ran as follows—
"My Nephew and my Heir—As I lie here
with Death threatening me and yet stand-
ing at a distance, and with the thought ever
before me that when he does strike it will
be but one blow, and that you may not be
near—not have come in time to hear certain
explanations respecting what you may well
think a cruel and capricious disposalace of
property—I have determined to place my
reasons on paper, so that if what I fear
happens, you shall know why I left my es-
tate and wealth as I have.
'Such has been my resolu Hon for some time
past; and nave been dallying with it, putting
off the task from day to day; as I believe
sick people often do. But to -night I realize
inore vividly than ever, as I sit by my
chamber window and look down upon the
dark and rushing waters of the Nore, that
this body, now tended and cared for, will
soon be a piece of lifeless clay, and the lin-
mortal part of me is urging the feeble hand,
the flagging brain, to say to you on paper
what I believe my soul would come back to
earth and say, if f did not explain to you
fully and clearly. I am only fulfiling an
meth that I swore at my dying father's bed-
side. as well as carrying out the °edict]. of
the will that made me Verschoyle of Vers-
choyle and disinherited myelder brother.
"You never saw your grandfather, Glynn,
but 1 dare say you have often heard—both
from your mother and from me—of his
tyrannical and overbearing demeanour to-
wards all who were dependent on him, al-
most the least considered of whom were
his own three children. Judge then by
what you have alreadyheard of his temper
and disposition, of the state of abject slave-
ry in which we lived, Judge, I say, of how
Peter was treated when he latly refused
to pay his aclresses to the lady chosen for
him by our father, declaring that his choice
was already made. This choice—a beauti-
ful young slattern of ancient but decayed
house—he refusedto relinquish. Be ultimate
ly married with the full knowledge that
he was selling his birthright for love of a
pretty woman. Our father then solemnly
disinherited him, gave him an old manor -
house and some few fields that belfinged to
us in Cheshire, and put me in his place.
The little estate was just enough for your
uncle Peter to live on, and carried with it
the gift of a small living. Oar father, before
executing a, will so phanging the position of
his sons, required from rne an oath that in
life I would not assist my brother or restore
Verschoyle and Shangannon to his sons,
or help or aid them in any way. This oath
I took willingly and gladly—not for the
sake of the wealth and position that I was
offered, but froin a motive that it does not
concern you to know—from a 'nobly° that
I have atoned for, if ever sin was atoned
for, by suffering. I satisfied my conscience
then with plausible sophisms; but now,
with eternity whispering to my soul and
claiming it from my decaying body, with a '
long life behind instead of before me, I p
know that my sophism willavail me nothing 1
when I stand to be judged for revengefully
working on the passions of a violent, over-
bearing, headstrong old man.
"The memory of this"sinlies h
heart now; it brings meback every thought,
every word of that time ; they come to me
in the wind among the trees, in the cawing
of the rooks, in the murmur of the river
below my window.
"Glynn, the will I have left, which with-
out this letter might seem strange and
capricious, will, read by the light of what
you know, be recognized as only an effort—
an imperfect one at best—to keep the oath
I swore, and in some measure make restitu-
tion.
"I know—badeecl I took the pains to find
out—where you have been for the last three
months. It must have been some evil spirib
that sent you into Cheshire, that prompted
you to find the banished family. Glynn,
you havefound them—you have been staying
in a little sequestered village for three months
now, with nothing attractiveabout it except
your cousins, or ratheryour cousin Hyacinth
a fair woman, I suppose, as all our race are.
Now I know—by instinct, if you will—that
this same evil influence will urge you to
wedher. If you do, ray will, by whieh I
leave you Verschoyle and Shaeigannon; will
disinherit you, and take from her the gift
that I have been accumulating for her—
as I cannot benefit the boys—for many years
• Therefore resist the temptation, if ,it indeed
has entered into your heart, and judge my
will, leaving you all my landed property
and my brother's eldest daughter ninety
thousand pounds, by this letter, arid tell
yourself th t it is effort t k d
for a great wrong.
"And, Glenn, one last word—not that I
love you—I can truly say that I have loved
no human being for thirty years—but that I
would nut have the heart of a man who has
always respected me, who ha,s never fawned
upon rae with mock affection, ao wrung by
remorse, eo withered by a sense of what
might have been, as mine is now.
"Yon are a young man and so far as
knowtan honorable, moral, . good young
man pest and upright in all your waye. Be
so all your life—be a good men to the end;
do not stiffer the body to soil the soul—set
will, virtue, and pride tie guard it And
if you are tempted—and few of us escape
; temptation—remember the man who writes
; this to whom wealth has given no pleasure
' to yhunit love—the simple home -joys, affec-
tionate wife and smiling child—is but a
name, v ho now, because he mice suceumbed
to the temptatiot of worldly, advantage and
revenge, can imareely lift up his voice in
prayet to that God before whom he must
I answer for the deeds done in the body,
intlettet Vintecuonne."
Hytteihth did not read the last page
sib merely glanced at it, Turning &gam to
the paragraph concerning the axed disposal
of the Money, the altopped the letter and
Wink doven ire an agony of bitter regret, self,
,rePreacli and: rernoren, whlch”-denied lts
ntra1gut1e otwo—almogib a0ppe4 the
bfintt!g of her Wart. The trees -their
trua sieleek, theinleeneetraneparentagainst
a red stermy sink*, seerrmi to swim in
blood, before net eyes, something loud and
torturing rape/ in her ears, and, although
she did not lose 00004310UalleaS) she lay as
ono dead.
A hare came out from Wong 80109 dry
ferns,,and set up and looked at her with
dewy 4.1DOCeiit eYett; a bird, eweeping low
through the weed, oire soddenly with re
startled cry at the sight of her;. a squirrel
sprang upon a bough of the dead beet, above
her, and peered at her between the ivy -
leaves, /3ut none of these wild creatures
of the ^wood ventured near; they feared the
Went znatienless being, altheugh she lay
as quiet as the ground beneath her,
(To BE 00$73/i1JED)
The Extinct Anstralian Lion,
It has long been a disputed 'mint, and
indeed a vexed question, as to whether the
so-called great Australian lion ever existed,
Scene interesting diecoveriee, however, have
been recently made in, the Wellington Caves,
New South Wales, of undoubted remains of
this animel. The bones are at present de-
posited in the Mince Department Museum,
Sydney, and consist of several very com.
plete jawbones, containing the teeth in an
excellent state of preservation. Prior to
being publicly exhibited they were sub.
mitted to the inspection of Prof, Sir Richard
Owen, of the British Museum, and his
opinion is that the animal was a marsupial
or pouch -bearing lion, fully equal in size to
the existing Afneau species. Discoveries
of leonine remains have at various times
been made in New South Wales, and also
in Victoria, and the speoimens in question
are well preserved. They have been ex-
cavated from post-pleiceiene deposits, and
in connection with them were the remains
of what are known as the Tasmanian tiger
and the Tasmanian devil. An equally in-
teresting fact is that prof. Owen when re-
ferring many years ago to the herbivorous
characteristics of the "Australian Diproto-
doe expressed his conviction that some
large carnivorous animal must have been
coexistent with him, to keep the race
cheek, and that probably lious then inhab-
ited Austraeia, a hypotheais which has been
fully verified. These facts are interesting,
a,s helping to establish the fact of the ex-
istence in former ages ot the lion in Aus-
tralia.
What a Boy Costs.
"My father never did, anything for me,
recently remarked a, young man who a"few
weeks ago finished his school life and is now
seeking a good business opening Judging
by the words and the complaining tone in
which they were uttered, the member of the
firm who heard them is prone to believe that
the young man's idea of "doing something,"
is an outright gift of a thousand dollars in a
lump, or the purchase of a partnership in
an established concern. The writer while
the complaiuing remark was still ringing in
his ears, had the curiosity to make a con-
servative compilation of what it costs to
raise an ordinary boy for the first twenty
years of his life, and here it is :—
Ono per year for the first 5 years g 500
150 " " second 5 " 750
200 " " third 5 " 1,000
500 " " next 3 " 900
500 " " next 2 " 1,000
$4,150
Yea: this is a moderate estimate of the
financial balance against the boy who com-
plains that his father has never done any-
thing for hint
An Estate of Over a Million Acres.
Thursday last, at the Mart, Tokenhouse
Yard, Messrs. Wells and Read offered to
public a tion the freehold domains of an
enormosfs estate situated in the Province of
Vefsen, in Norway, and about 200 miles
north of Trondhjera, lying between 650 and
66 0 north latitude; no portion of it reached
beyond the temperate zone. It was describ-
ed as occupying a fiftieth part of the whole
country, the area being 1,200,000 acres, or
2,000 square miles, and the number of farms
was 168. It was also stated to be rich in
timber and mineral productions, which were
capable of very great development. In one
respect, as the auctioneer said, it was unique,
being the largest estate that was ever offered
for sale, and presented an exception to the
custom of the country, where the farmer is
generally the owner of his occupation. With-
in its boundaries was situated the Lake Ros
Vaud, one of the largest inland waters of
Norway. Tho sporting rights, over 200 miles
of river and lake were reserved, affording
some of the finest wild shooting and fishing
in the North of Europe. The estate was
easy of access, so much as as the Highlands
formerly were, and the climate in the sum-
mer months was exceedingly pleasant. There
was no serious offer for it, for the small sum
of £6,500 that was named, cr about Id. per
acre, could scarcely be so considered, and
the property was withdrawn.
Kerosene Lamps.
A thorough stady of the subject of pe-
troleum laraps has been lately made by Sir
Frederic Abel. He suggests that the rese-
voir of a kerosene lamp should always be of
metal, the more strongly to resist any ex-
plosive tendency of the oil or vapor within
and that there should be no other opening
than that for the wick, unless so small a
one that flame could hardly enter it. He
further says the wick should be soft and
dry whon put in, and should compbetely
fill its space but without forcing; that it
should be scarcely longer than to touch the
bottom of the reservoir and there the oil
should never be suffered tobeless than two-
thirds of the depth, while the lamp should
always be filledpartly before lighting. The
wick should never be turned down suddenly,
and the lamer should not be suddenly cooled
or allowed to meet a draught ; and when
the flame is extinguished it should first be
lowered as far as possible, and teen a sharp
strong puff should be blown across, but uot
down, the chimney.
A Prince Who Can Make Jokes.
Prince George of Wines keeps up hie re- !
putation as a merry jester. While relating '
his visit to the 'Wild West, at the Marlbo-
rough House dinner -table, he insisted on
ealling Col. Codyn nags Bronchitises, and
when his father, who doesnstlike hia sone to
make blunders, clinched the point, as he
fondly thought, by saying that Bronchi) wes
the right designation for tbe little horses at
the Wild West, Prime George replied,
Well, bronchitis means a little hoarse
don't it 1" We must add that this episode
is net one that cerne through our usual
soutees of Royal Tudor/nation, but as it was
sent in by a, person who professes to bo
.fifth bousit three times removed to the par -
ton who washes up the plates tie Marlborough
Itorise, we present it for what it is worth,
The leading flower of fashion in London
at present is the daffodil,
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thrilling episode in his life, which °courted,
while be was stopping in Van Wert, oho. :
"It was on a heautiful,moonlight evening
in ,Trine, an. the atmosphere was just about
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al* in blW eorePanY of some relatives wile
the eh' Wilehire road, At a late hour 1
worild be very loneemue. It was suggested
that some ghoot might appear to no at the
ceinetery or some individual might rob me.
Thie was a beautiful country burying ground
and was situated about midway on lloy
route. I was quite unused at their artful
method of pereuaseon and laughed, vocifer-
)
onsIy. It was very ricliculoue to lie in-
cleed, that there should be a rattling f dry
bones or the apparition of a spirit in Mod-
ern cemetery. The people of today had
;nada too much telvancernent, as I thought,
for such idle fancies as that,
"Thus I proceeded on my way with no
thought of danger—indifferent to the warn-
ingi that had just been given me. As I
drew near to the cemetery, however, and
began to see the tall, white thefts of marble
looming up among the evergreens my im-
agination was tensioned to its utrnost ca.
peaty, and, I confess, I was a fit subject
for terror. It seemed as if all the spook
stories to which I had listened in my child-
hood chased each other in quick succession
through my brain and the very chirrup of
the crickets or die incessant song of the
whippoorwill intensified the loneliness of
this little nook of earth. The long line of
dark trees that threw such strange shadows
across the fields mad the mellow light that
fell from the moon upon every grotesque
stump or stately monument only served to
intensify my loneliness.
" I arrived at last at the corner of the
cemetery, and oh, horrors right in the very
centre of this field of dead men's bones, and.
from the shadow of a broad new tombetone,
I ealv a tall, black creature rise and stand
erect. The apparition seemed in the dis-
tance like a huge cadaver clothed in a robe
of sackcloth. The dreary eyes were sunken
deep in their sockets, and the few irregular
snags that served for teeth were pressed like
fangs against the thin and wrinkled lips.
This monster gazed a moment in all direc-
tions, then, with a steady, measured. move-
ment, it made directly for nae. I stopped
and gazed upon the creature, and started
back bewildered, but at once regaining rely
senses I concluded to proceed, and, if pos-
sible, to put on the appearance of uncon-
cern. As I proceeded the spectre proceed-
ed also, and, as certainly as I live in the
present moment it seemed as if we would
both meet at the same point in the road.
After going a short distance I slackened my
pace in order to let the mysterious sorae-
thing have all the room in front of me it
might desire, and in a few moments I con-
gratulated myself on being about twenty
feet in the rear.
"Contrary to my anticipatinggi there
was no conversation opened between xis,
but in a strange, ghost-like manner, the long
withered form moved ahead of me until it
reached it little old, abanclored burying
ground at the right of the road. This spot
was far more desolate than the new ceme-
tery, for it had become entirely neglected,
and at the late hour of the night appeared
as an interminable thicket, so completely
were the weeds, bushes, briars and trees
tangled and matted together. Into this un-
canny.place my ghostly terxifier passed and
disappeared. I leave never underptood the
nature of this apparition up to til give msenyt
time, and I am perfectly willin iv
name to any one who would be lined to
doubt the occurrence.
'AO Btmi fp, gird,
Noo there Was a happy little mockin,
hird, that need be eit iri WI nine tree sack
Ong. all night ,when tile moon shone down
the river and made a peth of silver that
Seemed to reach quite to the sky.
Its clear, happy smug floated through the
air to a little room in the lamp -lit city,
Where a crippled child lay awake nearly all
night with 13aiu awe fever, But when she
heard the bird's song she forgot her pain
and seemed to see the fresh green grass, the
river ripplineover He stony bed, and ootad,
almost feel the cool breeee touch her hot
oheelt as it blew over the Sold of wild
flowers or whispered through the pine trees;
so she lay and dreamed with wide-open
eyes until the moon set and the bird went
to sleep4n the pine tree.
When the dark nights came the little
bird was puzzled and for a little while
could not sing, but when it looked up in
the sky and saw a beentifel bright Aar
shining there, it began again ; first very.
softly, thou louder till a child moaning and
tossing on a bed of pain heard it, anti fell
peacefully asleep.
• Eery night the bird sang, to the star, and
at last began to love it, and though it told
its love in song, the star made no answer,
but shone clear and beantiful all night.
Bye -and -bye the bird loved the star so it
grew sad, and saug no more, but just sat
and looked at the ster, loving it more and
more every day.
The crippled child missed ita song, end
the pain grew herder to bear, while the
fever slowly burned her life away, and her
cry was: Where is my bird? Tell my
bird to sing I"
"Why don't you sing?" asked the
dowers; "the brook sings alone now," 8,nd
the bird that had forgotten its song cried
out : "1 love you, oh Star, but you are so
far away I cannot reach you; come to me."
But to the pitiful pleading the star was
silent, and shone down on the hot, dusty
city and the little bird that loved it alike.
it was too far off for the bird's love to reach
it.
One night he sat and gazed at the star,
his little heart throbbing with love and pain,
till he could stand it no longer. So he flew
and flew—it was so far off, that beautiful
star—would he never reach her? He kept
on flying up—up—till his weary little
wings lost their strength and he fell down
—down --right over the little stream singing
alone in the starlight. He saw the reflec-
tion of the star in the water, and thought he
was getting nearer to her. "1 arn coming
my beautiful, cold star, coming—com—'
A soft splash—a silence—and then a
little dead bird, whose song was hushed for-
ever, floated on the water, and the star
shone calmly down.
Away in the lamplit city, the child cried
for the bird to sing her into forgetfulness,
as the pain grew worse, and the fever burn-
ed hotter in her veins.
Foolish bird, why did it not love one of
its kind, something nearer. The star was
too far off, his song could not reach her.
"Poor little fellow, how he loved her;
good.bye, little bird," said the flowers sadly
—and a little mocking bird who had no
mate twittered: "11 you had only loved
me, I was so near." Then she folded her
wings over her little wounded heart and
kept still. "The flowers mustn't know,"
ah, no.
The wind whispered through the pine
trees, the child moaned for the bird and the
stream rippled on, bearing on its bog= the
little dead bird and over all the beautiful
star shone calmly.
The Plan They Tried.
Two such woe-begone,
draggled little
figures 1 They came backto the house, one
behind the other, as slowly as if they were
going to their great grandmother's funeral,
and indeed they looked like chief mourners.
The nurse had caught them playing in the
brook, an amusement strictly forbidden at
this time of the year, and a whipping was
inevitable.
The whippings didn't come very often in
this family, but for direct disobedience they
were as sure as fate.
"Letty," said the older of the two little
sisters, "I'll tell you what let's do."
They had on dry clothes, and had been
Elated on two stools, one on each side of the
sittingroom fire place, while mamma went
to get the switch.
"Well, what let's do ?" asked Letty in a
depressed tone.
'Why, the first lick mamma gives, let
holler like we were bein' killed," whispered
Sue, d then she won't whip much."
This naughty plan seemed to work well.
Both little girls yelled so loud that mamma
was scared.
"My switch must be too keen," she said,
and left off.
"It didn't hardly hurt me a bit," said
one little girl gleefully, when mamma was
out of hearing.
"Me neither;" said the other.
Just then they heard a rustle of news-
papers in the library, and, peeping through
the half -opened door, they saw papa. After
that the children went abont like culprits
with a rope round their necks, expecting
another whipping. But mamma was try -
a new plan. ,
"Mamma, please take this splinter out of
my hand," said Letty; "it hurts me."
"Oh, no I' said mamma, quietly. " ou
are hollering before you are hurt," and
the poor little finger festered and got sore.
"Please give me a drink of water," said
Sue, "I'm so thirsty."
" 1 reckon not," said mamma. "Von al-
ways holler before you are hurt, you know,"
and Sue had to go to the kitchen for water.
Every petition was treated in the same
way, until they could stand it no longer.
" We most haven't got any mamma,"
.
Then they took courage and made a clean
breast of their misery:
"Is it 'cause papa told you what we did
'bout beire whipped 1' asked Letty.
"Vee," said mamma gravely, "that's the
reason I treat you as it you never told the
truth."
"Oh mamma," they both cried, "we'd
rather be whipped 1"
But this is God's plan with hie big chin
dren," answered mamma. "Ananias and,
Sapphire were punished quick and sherp
like a whipping, but mostly God leaves tiers
to get their punishment by degrees. And
it always comes; as fleOn as people find out
that you have told a lie they quit believing
anything you say, and I've lust been show-
ing you how uncomfortable that is."
" But mamma," dried Letty, "11 We say
we are Sorry and won't do so no mere, w00%
you believe us then ?"
"Yes," said inamme, with her brightest
" Thet's Godes way, too ; as soon as
anybody is sorry arid Wants to do better,
He say e He is slow to anger and elenteous
in Mercy,"
j never knew Lefty or Stift to act another
lie.
A lady is a humeri being of .ferniehie gen-
der who is not afraid to he called it wOrtittm
HIS SUMMER VACATION.
City Ma a's Zxperienee in the Country.
As soon as the summer vacation was
come, and the weather was torridly warm,
away from the city's confusion and hum he
fled, to the rest of the farm. The scent of
the clover with joy he inhales, he leaps o'er
the fence and he shrieks as on slivery rails
he his person impales, and fractures the
dome of his breeks. The sound of the sup-
per bell makes his heart glad, for his hun-
ger is wolfish and keen, but the milk has
been skimmed and the bread it is sad, and
the berries are not to be seen. He sleeps
in a bed that is inhabited, and the mattress
is lined with old hay; so, forgetting his
prayers, he grumbles and swears, and lights
till the dawn of the clay. He is called to
arise with the lark, and he hies to bathe in
the trough at the well; when 12 hired men
are through with it, then the towel is his
for a, spell. His ablutions are done, le goes
for a run through the meadows so verdant
and trim, when the bull come e along, with
his baritone song, and that settles the mea-
dows for him. With pleasure he sees the
industrious bees, and finds them quite harm-
less to be; but he finds it is warm when he
happens to swarm some hornets that fere in
a tree. He goes every place till he poisons
his face with the leaves of thus toxicoden-
dron, and he looks like a man who is under
the ban, for having been out on a big bender
on. He helps te make hay, but he gets in
the way, and gets plowed down the back
with a rake; then he goes to the brook for
pond lilies to look, and bites himself twice
with a snake. In sorrow he cries, with
tears in his eyes, "I'm the wretchedest
man among men; if my lifetcau hold on till
this summer is gone, Pll never leave Toron-
to again."
An African Prince in a German Works.
An Altana newspaper publishes the inter-
esting intelligence that a son of King Bell,
of Cameroon—Alfred Bell—has been ap.
prenticed to a carpenter of that town along
with three other duelcy Africans. The youth
is sixteen years old eend is said to be very
intelligent, reading and writing fairly well
and speaking English and German. The
Altona carpenter had sent out an artisan to
Cameroon to superintend the ereetiOn of the
Government building and prison which he
had built in wood for the colony,and thus
it was that King tell got the desire to Mad
a carpenter out of hie son, who is bound for
four years. It is noticeable how many
foreigners go to Germany nowadaye for the
purpose of learning trades, Japanese espe,
orally are engaged in large numbers in Berlin
and they have the character of beitig ex-
oeedingly intelligent, industrious and quick
of comprehension.
1
t‘ Dinney," said an Irish 'matron to her
husband,, "yes do be worrtilein' too hartud
ter yer health. Ve'd better stop it or ye'll
be down in bed,. so yo wilt'. -" Well, be ,
gob; if Oi 46 it won't be sneh a throuble,,,,
replied Bennis, "for sthand in great need
6' the rest,"