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LIKE AND UNLIKE.
By M. E. BRADDON,
Atreireee00 "Ly AUDieee'S Seen -nee" Wermenn's Wseinto" Eno., Ere.
CHAPTER X17,—Tittne To Resit Cerieen.
The police had not been'idle during the
day of the irquest, or during that day on
wet h Mr, Beifit ld was making his first ex-
p. t oast in the art of windew-cleaning.
T• usual machinery had been at work, and
the mewl resmt of failure during the
first forty eight hours of pursuit. Tbe first
few days in such a hune are generally blank.
Markham the detective,. had not gone
back to London atter the inquest. Be re-
lied on subordinate intelligenee, assisted
by. photography, to track the euspeoted
cruninal. His own work he fele lay in the
neighborhood of Ciiedford, where the final
links in the chain of evidence were to be put
together. Lord St. Austell was still at the
Bridge Hotel, keeping very quiet, but ready
at all seasons to center with Mr. Mat khans.
* * * * * *
St Adrian epent the first day of his iin-
prieonment in a lestlesse indifference as re -
e • - led. himself or his own convenience, but
eeenest anxiety about his bronten.
ti Mr.Greseam, the solicitor, with him
spon the evening of his arrest and tatked
ver the evidence given at the Inquest with
ha tgentleman, but committed himselt to
statement or admission vehatiever.
"You have to de*1 with the evielenee as
stands, Gresham," he said. "1 admiu no-
hing about myself or my brother."
"I am sorry to say, Sir Adriau, that un.
less you oan disprove John Grange's state•
ment, you tacitly admit yourself guilty of
perjury,"
"I am not in a position, at present,to dis-
prove Grange's eeatement ; but I think I
hava ae good a right to be believed as he
has."
' On any indifferent matter, your word
woeld doubtless be taken in preference to
bit; but on a question of life and death for
your brother, the statemenv of any disin-
terested witness would be preferred to
yours."
"What am I to do in my brother's interest?
I do not care about myself."
"In both your interests we must try to
secure Distin. I will telegraph to him
directly the cam is open to -morrow morn-
ing."
Mr. Distin's fame as a criminal lawyer
was not unknown to Sir Adrian Belfield,
and it seemed to him well that in this strug-
gle with Fete he should have the best assis-
tance that training and hereditary instinct
could afford. Distin had been suckled upon
orininal live, and cradled in the Old Beitey.
No doubt Distin was the men.
It was a shock to Sir Adrian, therefore,
when Mr. Gresham came into his room next
morning—soon after the coffee and hot eons
which an obsequious official had brought
over from the Ring of Bells—carrying Mr.
Distin's reply telegram : " Sorry I cannot
accept your retainer. Am already engaged
by Colonel Deverill."
This is unlucky for us, Sir Adrian, it
is bad enough not to have Distin with us;
but it is worse to have him against !ie.')
• "You on get some one else, I suppose, if
you are not strong enough yourself to pro-
tect our interests."
'1 am roe a criminal lawyer, Sir Adrian;
but perhaps my regard for your family may
stand in the place of experience at the Old
Bliley. I am not afraid to undertake your
defence if you will trust me."
't would rather trust you than any other
member of your profession."
The following dey was Sunday, a dismal
Sabbath for Adrian, who had so rarely been
absent from his place in the old parish
church, and whose Sundays had been verily
days of rest; days devoted to kindly visit-
ings among the old and infirm, te serious reed •
ing and quite thoughb. A gloom had over-
shadoweci all his days eince his brother's
crime, but Sunday had been net the less
a day apart, a time of prayer and meditation,
remorseful memory or the hapless dead, and
intercession for the sinner.
This day he spent with his mother sitting
beside him, in mournful silence, or in silent
prayer, for the most part. They at togeth-
er through the dull wintry day, taking very
little heed of time:—only noting the passing
of the hours by the church bells, sounding
with a heavy monotony from the old Norman
tower near at hand—the fine oIci square
tower with its crock-etted finials, rising high
above old tiled gable ends, clustering on the
summit of the hay street. .More distant
bells came with a softer sound from a
church on the other side of the river, and
mingled with these, came the shrill single
bell of a Nonconformist convenbiele. To
that mourning mother's ear, it seemed as it
the air were full of bele and she thought,
shudderingly, of that great bell of St. Sep-
ulchre's which she had read of tolling with
funereal stroke for the passing of a sinner's
soul. The hells had done their worst by
seven o'clock in the evening, when Adrian
entreated his mother to share the dinner
that had been brought from the hotel foe;
him. She had Ordered her carriage to come
for her at ten o'clock. They sat down at
the seabby little table, in the light of a
paraffin lamp, and each made a pretence of
eating in the hope of encouraging the
other.
J2here was to be an enquiry before the
magistrate to -morrow, an enquiry at which
Adrian would appear in his new character—
no longer a witness, but a prisoner, accused
of being implicated in his brother's crime.
The morning came, with drizzling rain and
a Routh -west wind, a low gray sky and a
heavy mist, through which the long black
ridge of the moor looked like the shoulder
of a reclining giant sprawling along the level
earth, and shutting out the sea. Adrian
nose after a sleepless night, horribly depress-
ed. His ignorance of his brother's move-
ments filled him with anxiety. The unutter-
able anguish in his mother's face yesterday,
in those lone hours of silettoe, broken only
by half mechanical speech, had agonised
him. What could he do to comfort her if
the worst should happen, and Valentine
should be arrested and brought back to the
Hoene of his crime? What could he do, he
asked hitneelf. And the answer meant only
despair. He knew too well that the domim
ant fang of his mother'heare was her love
for her younger son. Her grief for him
were'd is an iteonsolable grief.
'tt The magistrate's room was crowded, as the
Corner 1 oom had been. There were three
megistratee tit the bench, all of whorn knew
and nozionred tee eeme of &Afield,• and felt
for the unhappy re -en n vex set epert in her
black raiment, with tne cdd madly lawyer
by her side. Lord St. Anateli and 41olonel
Bayern/ were protent, and the legal eminent
was represented by Mr. Cheyhey, the sandy
-
whiskered gentleman hewn the Treiteury
Mt, Meths' who Watehed the cage on bell 1
of Colt:MelDeverill, ahd. Mr. Tompi el. Q.
0.whom Mr. Greehain had engaged to pro -
teat his client.
Varklutine aims Mehlotte, set near Mr.
Diet**
The ingeiry before the magistrates involv-
ed a recapitulation of the evidence that had
been given before the Coroner, except in the
caunof Sir Adrian, whose lips were now
sealed and, who eat apart with a constable
standing near hie chair,
The Doctor repeated his statement. Col-
onel Deverill once again declared his con-
viction that the body found in the
Abbey river was that of his younger daugh-
ter, and again swore to the rings which she
had worn. Armin Mrs. Marrable, with
evident unwilliugness, identified the min-
ing Persian rug.. The itnportant question
of indentity was fay oetablishect in the
min& of the county magistrates, as it had
been in the minds of the Coroner and his
jury.
The next question was how the deceased
had come by her death.
Thatshehtednot drownedhersolf was estab-
lished already by the evidence of the surgeon.
Thatshehad been killed by it blow upon the
temple, and had been thrown in the river after
death, was indisputable. Mr. Tompion cross-
examined the medical witness in the endeav-
our to shake his testimony upon teie poine,
boo the attempt was obviously half-hearted
and futile.
141re. Marrahle was severely handled in
cross-examination by Mr. Distin. She
admitted that Mr. Hatfield had been dis-
turbed) in mind ahem his wife's disappear-
ance, and had seemed altogether an altered
man; that he had avoided the rooms his
wife had occupied, and had never been
heerd to mentioa her name; all this had
been thought only natural in it gentlemen
whose wife had run away frona him. She
admitted that Sir Adrian's behaviour on
the mooning of Mrs. Hatfield's disappear
ance had caused some talk in the household.
One of the menservants had met him on
the stairs going up to his room, early in the
morning, and had been struck by his de-
jected countenance.
" as that before Mrs. Halfield's disap-
panrence was known to the household 1"
esked Distin.
" Two hours before."
Mr. Gresham objected that this was not
evidence, It was only an impression de-
rived from another person.
"We can call the servant who made the
remark," said Distin.
At this moment there was a movement,
and the sound of voices at the further end
of the room, near the door opening to the
street, and then the crowd made way for it
tall man in a loose overcoat with a rur
who cameslowly up to themagistrates' table.
A silenoe of wonder came upon the whole
assembly, which was broken only by a faint
cry from Lady Hatfield, who had risen, pale
as death, at the approach of her younger
son.
"Valentine," she cried piteously.
"Perhaps it would be as well to hear my
evidence beforeyon waste time upon details,"
said Valentine Hatfield.
He too was pale, but he was thoroughly
self-possessed, confronting all those eager
faces calmly, as one whose mind had fully
realised the worst that could befall him; and
who was prepared to endure it in the full
strength of his manhood.
"1 am here to answer for the death of my
wife," he said, gravely and quietly, standing
like a rock, with his face towards the bench,
and with an air of seeing no one but the
magistrates who sat there. "It was I who
killed her."
The clerk began to take down his evidence,
which was given slowly and destinaly, with
it deliberation that made the writer's task
easier than usual.
"Yes, it was I who killed her. She had
been a loving wire, and I had been a selfish
and neglectful husband, over -secure in my
confidence, forgetting that there are always
scoundrels and profltgates on the watch for
snob prey—a pretty woman with a careless
husband, intent on his own pleasures. We
had never quarrelled, and I had never seen
occasion for jealousy, till one night in a
railway carriage, I over -heard a conversa-
tion between two men, which informed me
that my wife was being pursued by a notor-
ious seducer. At first I was inclined to be
incredulous, but on discovering certain facts
connected with the sale of a horse whieh I
had given to my wife in good faith, but
which bad practically been the gift of her
edmirer, I saw that this parson's intentions
were as vile as they could possibly be. The
fact that he had been my particular friend
would, I suppose, hardly make his conduct
baser. The seducer is generally the hus-
band's friend.
"1 came down to Chadford without an
hour's delay, meaning
to save my wife, if
there were yet time, bit in no soft temper
towards her. The first thing I heard upon
arriving was that the seducer was living in
the neighbourhood., in hiding. I entered my
mother's house after midmight, with no
worse intention than to call my wife to
account for her falsehood and her folly, and
to have a complete undersbanding with her.
Such an explanation might have resulted in
total eeveraiece, or in reconciliation, I had
not asked myself which way it was likely
to end. I was very angry; my heart and
my head were both on fire. God knows I
had no thought of k011ing her; but I desired
nothing more keenly than an encounter with
her lover.
"1 found lar after midnight, with her
trunks packed ready for departure'all her
preparatione deliberately made. She was
writing when I entered the room. She tried
to keep the letter from me in her *error,
but I snatched it out of her hand. This is
the letter—unfinished."
The letter was handed to one of the ma-
gistrates, who read it first to hinnielf and
then ahead, amidst the breathlees silence of
the court.
At the fan, end of the room, among the
spectators was a tall woman in black, who
had entered immediately after Valentine,
and who Stood there watchieg and listening.
She wore a small black etraw bonnet, very
plainly made, and a thick veil. Behind that
veil, and in that bonnee, no one noticed
Madge Dawley's striking beauty. She wag
only one figure more in the closely peeked
crowd a intent upori the man who arnod
in frone of the magistrates' table, making P
confeselon of his crime.
"We had sone conversation after I it Ad
read that letter, a little dialoguo whieh enly
served as a commentary on .ext. She
'eyed another man and she ha ceased to
love me. She stood before nie ielling roe
leoking tine in the face si,ha elling me
that elm meeet to dishonor me.
"1 couldn t stand this, and I lifted my
malacca cane and strtiok her, I suppose L
meant to kneek her doWn. I don't believe I
meant to kill her.'
There wee a patise, and a little choking
sotind he hie dry thresst, before he went on
very quietly.
"0 altteltily, my oene had e. loaded hen,
die. J Isteuek her on the teinple and elle
•••••••••••,,,,,,
fell at my feet—dead, X hardly know
whether she breathed after the fell, for I
was unconscious for 'some minutes after her
fall, I believe I fainted.
" When X recovered ray senses my brother
was hethe room, He told me that my wife
was dead, and urged me to make the feot
public at once, Oncl to exonerate myself
kora any darker crime than that of which
1 waa guilty. The crime of an =premed-
itated blow, which, had proved. fatal. Had
I been wise or retteenable, should have
taken my brother's advice); but I was mad.
dened at the thought of my wife' s treason
and my own peril. I wanted to save myself
from the danger of an inquiry. My 'state-
ment mighe not be believed, my crime might
be nailed murder. 1 thought myself clever
erongh to escape any question ahout that
night a work. My wife's letter announced
her intention of running away with her
lover. My wife's trunks were packed ready
for the journey. The world should be
made to believe that she lead carried out
her intention.
" Uawillingly, under strongest protest,
my brother looked on while I carried my
dead wife through the shrubbery to the
river, and threw her in at a spot where I
knew the water was deepest. I took Mee -
sures to weigh the corpse, and is would
have lain there quietly till the creek of
doom had no search been made. When the
businthe was over, I left the Park, and
walked all through the rest of the night. I
got into Bideford next day, and book a boat,
and was knocked about the coast for a week
or so before I went back to the Abbey.
"No one but my broth* knew of my
being at the Abbey that night : no one but
my brother knew of my crime. His was
not a guilty knowledge. He knew nothing
until the deed was done; he gave me no
help in getting rid of the body 1he did his
uttermost to induee me to cotifess what I
had done.
The constable who had charge of Sir
Adrian, was presently ordered to take Mr.
Belfield into custody; but the prisoner was
treated with considerable.courtesy, and ao-
cornmodated with a seat while the erquiry
went on. As Valentine meted himself near
his brother, Adrian stretched out his hand,
and the brothers clasped hands silently,
amidst the silence of the court. Lady Bel-
field sat with her head bent and her face
hidden. There was a strange conflicb• of
feeling in her breast. Gladness and pride
because her beloved had acted an honest
part, apprehension at the thought of his
danger, that peril which he had of his own
accord returned to face.
The nexe witness was one who had not
been called previously, a witness whom Mr.
elerkham had hunted down since the in-
queet.
This was the MRII whose boat Valentine
had hitecl on the tweneieth of August, and
whor swore to the strange manner of his
fare, and the state of physical exhaustion in
which he had remained for along time.
This was the only new witness. The
others only repeated the evidence given at
the iuquett, with euile additional details as
Sir Adrian's counsel or Mr. Diatin could
extort in cross exatnivation.
But there was no startling efface produced
by any of these witnesses. It was felt by
most people present that the drama was
ntarly played out.
No one doubted. the truth of Valentine
Beifield's confession. Efe was there a vol-
untary witness against himself, and there
was the stamp of truth upon every word he
,had spoken.
His wife's own band acknowledged her
guilty intention, and in the unfinished letter
there was some justification for the bus -
bend's violence. He had done well to be
angry—but he had gone too far in his anger.
That was all. Between the justifiable anger
that would cast off an erring wife, and the
savage fury which slew her, there was a
wide gull; but that gulf had been too easily
crossed by the man who na.d never learnt to
curb his temper or to control his evil pas-
sions. That was what most people in the
magistrates' court though about Mr. Bele
field, as the brothers sac quietly, side by
side, like anci. yet unlike, but never truer in
their allegiance to each other, come weal,
come woe, that they were to -day.
The result of the inquiry was that Valen-
tine Belfield was committed for trial at the
next assizes, charged with the wilful murder
of his wile, Nelen Hatfield, on the morning
of Anguet 20th, while, Sir Adrian Bernell
was set at liberty, the Bench of Magistrates
choosing to ignore those points in his
brother's confusion which showed that
though he was guiltless of being an accessory
Wore the fact he was admittedly an acces-
sary after the fact. Local influence and
spotless character here bore down the
weight of evidence, and there was a mur-
mur of opprobation in the room when Sir
Adrian Belfield was ordered to he released
from custody. Even the fact that be had
deliberately perjured himself was forgotten.
Daring the five weeks which elaeoed be-
fore the opening of the assizes, Lady &Afield
never left Exeter. She saeher son every
day and spent hours with him in his im-
prisonment, comforted by the mere fact of
being in his company, oomforted still more
by the 'softened temper which he showed in
all things His whole nature seemed to have
been subdued and chastened by that long
agony of silent remorse, which his strong
resolute soul had struggled against in vaiu.
•" I fancied I couLd forget that night,
mother," he said, "blot the whole thing out,
live oat my life just as if no such horror had
ever happened ;but I did not know what the
shedding of blood means. Never for ens
single hour of my life have I forgotten—
never shall I forget, while I have mbrain to
remember. But I can bear the memory
better now. It is not so heavy a burden!'
"You have done all you could in atone.
ment," said the mother, fondly. "It was
noble of you to come back."
"Noble 1 I should have been the veriest
cur had I hesitated, when I saw my brother's
honour at stake. But perhape I might
have been that cur had it not been for a
we man '
"What woman, Valentine ?"
"One who has eaten the bread of de-
pendance in your hots*, mother, but se good
and noble a woman as you are. I cangive
her no higher praise."
And then he told his mother the story
Madge Dawley s life, from his wicked wooing
itt bhe idle autumn afternoons, and her
scornful repulse of his overtures, to hie last
eeperiencee in the Forlorn Hope. He
spared himself in no W1490, confessing how
ehonourable his intentiene had been in
to beginning ; how trite and steadfast
she hadshownherself from firet to last-
“ And yet she loves me, mother, as men
are net eften loved. She hen loved me ,rorri
the firer. She loves me mone the lent
breause e this cloud upon ity life. She
lute been to this prison owe a week since
I was brought here. She has come all the
way from London, absenting herself from
those duties which she holds sacred, mild
she has sat with me her hand clasped in
hand, far an hour or eo and then has kieeed
ine goedebye, and has gone quietly back to
bor work, travelling so many miles jest et
that one honr, and she will be true to the to
the biker end. If eV* X am a free man
again, Madge Dawley will be my Wife.
Will it wound your pride, mother, that I
should marry A daughter of the peopte ?”
"My deereet, if she Le as good a woman
as you think her, I will welcome her vvith,
all my heart, I would be grateful to her,
even if she wero an erring woman, for the
sake of her devotion to my son,"
• "She is spotless, mother, and as true
as steel,"
"Then when the glad day comes that
you are free to marry, I will be proud of
her."
Mr, Gresham, and the famous Tampion,
Q. C., who veae to conduct Valentine's de-
term'aided by a pair of clever juniors, lied
fully dismissed the chances of the prisoner,
ani were of opinion tha t he would be ac-
quitted on the capital charge. It would be
it narrow escape, at best, as the conceal.
inent of the body was a damning fact. But
it was hoped that the wife's letter would in-
fluence the jury, and incline them to it
lenient view of the circumstances, nor eould
the feeling inspired by the respectability of
the Belfield family be ignored. There was
no doubt that Lady Belfield's personal
character would have weight with it. jadge
and jury.
Mr. Tempi= was not miseaken in this
view of the case. Ha rurpaesed himself in
the elcquence of his defence he melted at
his own pathos; and drew floods of tears
from hie audience. He dwele on the agony
of the husband's feelings, stung to madness
by the treason of the wife he adored; he
painted the peaceful family life, the mother
with her twin sons, the family circle into
which evil feeling had never entered until
the seducer mune there, like the serpent
into Eden. He depicted the remorse of the
unhappy man'who in the moment of mad-
dened feeling had sbruck down the creature
he idolized. How, in his horror at finding
himself an involuntary assassin, he had
tried to hide his deed from the light, bed
tried to forget what he had done, In vain,
in vain. You hive heard, gentlemen, that
the prisoner was a changed man from that
hour. He was no hardened reprobate. The
pangs of conscience tortured him by night
and day, and he knew not one moment of
relief until he stood up boldly before his
fellow -men, and voluntarily confessed his
crime, inviting whatever punishment the
law might inflict,.
And then Mr. Tampion went on to .show
that in no case could the crime be more than
manslaughter. The act had been altogether
unpremediteted ; the blow had been struck
by an instrument which happened to be car-
ried in the prisoner's hand, and to which no
evil intent could attach itself. It had been
the act of a single moment. The medical
evidence showed that there had been but one
blow, and that had been unhappily fatal,
Yet it had not been necessarily fatal. Fled
the blow fallen upon any other part of the
victimhead, it might have stunned, but it
need not have killed her. There was nothing
to show that the prisoner had ever contem-
plated her death. }red he taken his broth-
er's advice, and at once alarmed the house,
the auspicion of murder could not poseibly
have attached to him.
This and muoh more, urged Mr. Ton -mien
in mitigation of Valentine Belfield'a guilt;
and the judge followed with a summing up
which strongly feveurecl the prisoner, albeit
he took care to point out the reprehensible
nature of all his acts after the fatal blow,
and the cruel wrong clone to his dead wife's
reputation and. to the feelings of her k.ndred,
in allewing her to be talked of as a renaway
wife, while she was lying in her uuconsecrat-
ed grave, un'aonoured and unmourned. The
whole eourse of the prisoner's conduct after
his first fatal act must be considered as an
aggravation of the guilt of that act, said the
judge.
The result was a verdict of menslaughter.
The judge pronounced sentence—two years'
imprisonment with hard labour.
It was a heavier sentence than the san-
guine had hoped for; but to Ltdy Belfield,
whose fears had been terrible, thie worst and
last result of her sou'a wrong -doing seemed
light. She clasped her hands in silent
thankfulness when the sentence was pro-
nounced.
There was another woman who stood with
clasped handsefull of resignation—that wo•
man who had promised to be his wite when
his hair was white. Madge Bewley saw him
move slowly away from the dock betweee
two warders, and knew that for two weary
years the law would hold him in subjection
like a little child, meting out his tasks and
regulatieg every movement of his life. She
knew that his slow houts would pass in
automatic labours—cleaning his cell, going
out and coming in at the word of command,
working with it gang of other toilers, each
the image of himself; eating, driuking,
kneeling to pray by line and rule, living for
the most part in a death -like silence, in
which the ticking of the clock or the suddeti
opening of a door is al nost too much for the
prisoner's weakened nerves.
She found a friendly sergeant at last, who
told her the Dartmoor regulations, which
seemed hard and mei to her, who would
have travelled from London to Devonel.ire
every week, just for the comfort, of
sitting by the captive's side for an
hour, in mournful silence for the most
parte
Sir Adrian met her as she was leaving
the court,
"1 have been looking for you Margaret,"
he said. "My mother would like to see
you before you go back to London. May I
take you to her ?"
I should like to see Lady &Meld very
much. There is no train that will take me
back te London this evening. I have en-
gaged it room for the nignt, and shall go by
an early train tomorrow.'
"Than you can spend the evening with
us. My mother wants to talk to you—to
thenk you for your devotion to my brother."
"She has no need to thank me. I have
only obeyed my destiny. I could not help
loving him. I loved him only the better hi
his sin and misery, than I loved him when
he was proud- and happy."
They walked together to the old gray
house in which Ledy Belfield was lodgitig,
and Adrian led Madge Dewley up to the
drawing-room,where his mother was sitting
in an easy chair by the fire, weeping the
quiet tears of resignation for the son whom
she must see so seldom in those two un-
happy years. She had seen him led off as a
criminal, to expiate his crime among other
malefactors. It was not enough that he
had confeseed hia,guilt, that he had suffered
the slow torturee of remorse. He meat pay
the penalty. And he had looked so ill and
wan in the grey winter light, and afterwards
in the glare of the gate iVould he live to
accomplish hie penance? Would he evet
come forth again into the the light of day, it
free man?
Madge went over to the sorrowing mother
and knelt down amide her, Lady Belfield
put her erm round the girl's neck and kissed
He told rho all that you had done for
; elle Said. "1 thank God that there
is Otte Other woman in the world Who lotteg
bit Itti well as Ido,'
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Tiord Sgokyille's Indi4oretion—Continenta1
A.#3,irs 7 -The Sectiviati
Very full details of Lord Saekville's dull
folly and of the comments and 'agitation to
which it hes given rise have'been cabled to
Loudon during the last two days, and the epi
sode far the moment transom -ids in interest
even the Parnell Commission. I have
talked with a good many Englishmen in
Parliamentary and offioial life and have
found not one who does not regard the thing
as an unpardonable piece of egapidity. The
London press has preserved an almost ab-
solute silence on the oubjeon but the Man-
ehester "Guardian's" remark that "the
letter was a blunder of tke most unfortunate
character, and Lord Salisbury will no doubt
deem it his duty to take official notioe of
the: indiecretion," expresses the general
Eaglish feeling. Lard Salisbury has cable&
to him a rebuke <touched in such three and
energetic tams that his prompt resignation
is taken for granted in Downing -street and
that provision has already been made to re-
tire hi n on a secondmiaare pension of $G 500
yearly, to whioh his term of service entitles
-him. It may be mentioned incidentally.
that the fact that he m e brother of the
Countess of Derby, who is the stepmother
of Lord Seltsbary, does not improve his re-
latioes with the Prime Minister. '
Apart from the sudden reappearance of
the shadow of Benlangism the only interest.
ing thing on the Continent is the Servian
politiommatrimonial Ignabble. About this
European opinion, speaking now of all Eu-
rope save Pranceend Russia, ia curiously di-
vided. Personal sympathy runs very gener-
ally with Nathalte. Political sympathy is
Wibh Milan. No doubt the Q eeen is individ-
ually in the right, and has been treated
brutally by her dull, deunken gambler of it
husband, but, on the other bend, Milan, dis-
reputable libertine though he may be, repre-
sents the Austrian ascendency in Servia., and
that is felt to be more desirabite for Earopean
peace and pnblie policy gdnerally than Rus-
sian, domination. What will come of the
Ring's bold step, which is an odd parody of
Henry vim 'a trick in first creating his Arch-
bishop and then getting from him hie divorce,
remains to be seen. Nathalie is going to St.
Petersburgwhen the Czez and Cserina return
from the Ceuceems, and will be received there
in state. Whether she will get overt assis-
tance from Rneeia is another matter, but
the pi esent effect will be to increase the
scene Pan Stevie agitation in Servia, and
thus strengthen Auserea's hold on the Ring.
It is well known that if Milan could get
money enough to live handsomely the rest
of his life he would chuck up the whole
business of Kingship and go te Paris,
whither all his bectinatione lead him. Per-
haps his abdication and a setting up ef his
sou under Austrian tutelege is the most
likely outcome.
Eagland tide month will be deeply agitat-
ed by the question of the secularization of
public schools. Secterhen schools no w recei ve
mily 510,000,000 annually from the Treas-
ury. Ihe repore of the Royal Commission on
Edueation, a body which contains, besides
Cerdinal Manning, a preponderant number
of Church of England dignitaries and sym-
pathizers, now proposes to levy on the
taxes as well for the support of these
sectarian schools up to the amount of $250
for every scholar Jet average attendance.
The whole Nonconformist) body is up in
firms against this proposal and a big edu-
cation conference is called to fight it tooth
and nail.
A Man of Sin.
Maekitrate (t Uncle Restue)--This police-.
man, Uncle Restive says,he caught you steal-
ing chickens last night).
Uncle Restus—Yee, eah, an' I bole de gem -
man when he 'rested me dat der mheister woe
comin' ter dinner de nex' day, an' I hadn't
a scrap ob meat in de house. Yo' eee, sa.h it
was a matter of relitr,yun vvid me. It
wouldn't do ter disappoint one of de leawd's
elect.
Megirstrate—And what did the policeinan
say? •
Uacle Restue—Ha said "Rite" sah. Now
yer Honah dat man hain't got 'nuff 'rupee'
fo' de relijua side ob life ter be ev'n motely
connected wif de majasfry ob de law.
Music and the Churches.
The New York "Chrietian Inquires" (Bap-
tist) says : “ In the Chur di of the Divine
Paternity of this otty it is proposed to de-
vote a suceetsion of Sanda.y 'wettings to
music and politics.' To nse the pastor's
own words :—
'The idea ks to give more prominence to
mimic and less to preaching, and such words
as do come from the pulpit; shall pertain to
the political isaues of the day.'
"To this end a male quartet, and a chorus
of forty voioes have been added to the regu-
lar quartee, and an elaborate musical pro.
gramme will be offered each Sundae/ even-
ing."
Remedies for Ugly Girls.
A New York newspaper lately contained
Oil account of it young girl in that city who,
in attempting to give her hair, which was of
a dull hue, a golden lustre, burned the flesh
off her head with a powerful aeid, and in-
jured her sight for life.
Another young woman, in New Orleans,
followieg the directions of some flash Socie-
ty paper, in endeavoring to remove the melee
upon her face, poisoned the flesh and died in
great) agony.
The use of certain hair dyes, containing
lead, in many instances hes brought on al.
fections of the brain. ,
• A well-known American writer attlibutes
itt ebstineee attack of typhoid -fever, which
belt her an invalid for years, to her use of it
populate .Antilidtt system of diet and violent
exercine, She lost sixty pounds oi flesh in a
'few weelese,but the sudden weakening of the
tissuen tendered her susceptible to the poieon
of typleSid and unable to resist it.
APassion for Yellow.
"I think that Mime Onigsby hair the
worse taste he the World ro
-why
"She has a perfect ptiesion for yellow.
She has yellow boil:meta, yellow dresses,
yellow ribbons, aha 1 guese she'sorry
that she hasn't yellohate
'"Where is she now ?"
"Gone to ElOricla, I stippeee she wants to
eontraot the yells*/ fever." •
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Joil—nnders Worse than Urimes.
The "Daily News "says Lord Sacks
ville has done nothing ef which an hones,*
man heed he ashatned. But there ate blund.
era which %reverse than crimes,"
PASSING NOTEfil,
yesee—ci You never call me an angel now.
John." Husband--" I am willing to call
yon 011Q, my deter."
The new English atat Toast has put up
the price of Imre slit from 60o. to $2.2d per
ton, and lump export salt from $2 to al3.75.
"That's an easy one, said the bffioer or
the law, much reiieved. ' 1180 ell I nem
war has been declared and a draft ordered
Ths only trimntings used on black silk
cheeses when made entieely of one kind of
silk, faille, grits grain, perm de soie or moire
are jet paseementerie,s and fine black chan-
tilly lace.
"A good deal of real estate is °hanging
hands,' said a neighbor. "Oh, no," answer-
ed it witty purchaser. • " A goad deal of
money is changing heads; that's tihe /real
state of the ceee.
This is the season when the bride who
does not intend, to keep house looks over her
wedding presents and finds four &men diver
',peons, eight either piokle dishes, and etiough
seup tureens to bail out a water-logged
yacht
Rural editor—Martha, here's a big head of'
cabbage that Abe Jackson left at elle office
to -day. Hie wife—You ought to have kept
it at the office. Editor—Why? His wife —
Then there would have been some sense hi
your veriting " we " insteed of "I."
" There is too much noise in here," wenn-
ingly remarked a policeman to the Proprie-
tor of a down town saloon. " Sure it's me -
self knows that," said the proprietor, apolo-
getically, "but phat can Ot do? The byes
-
do be dhrinkild that hatred they don't know
phat's wrong wid 'em an' they're seaman'
fer a war wid Canada over this here fish-
eries foight. Oi'd quiet 'em soon enough if
01 knew how."
A curious oath hail just been dsoided upon
appeal in a Scottish court. A young woman
brought an action of broach of promise
against a young man who admitted having
been engaged to her. His defence was that
she obj %Med to his smoking and finally said,
"Choose between your ciger and me.* He
made the choice in favor of tie weed, arid
when she sued him the judge held that by
offering the alternative she was responsible
for the SWPAI1173 desertion, and the superiar
(mutt sustained the decision.
A very stylish drese for a young lady is
of plain and fancy silk. The skirt is of the
plain silk ; the front of the fancy goods, in
very elaborate/7 draped folds, The sides
are plain from:the edge of the basque to the
bottom of the skirt; the back is in very
full box -plaits, slightly draped. The body
Is plain, with vest and wide revers of the
fancy material, like the apron front ; the
collar is plain. The sleeves are full from
shoulder to elbow, and plain from the elbow
to the wrist. Bantle of handsome trimming
aro set on th'e neck below the collar, aintmd
the sleeveat the elbow, and fall from
either side of the front from the baeque
point ever the plain side plecea.
Bears have not so good a chance in prey-
ing on horses, as they are too slow for these
swift -footed animals; but a mountain lion
can easily) catch it horse, says a Colorado
despatch to the St, Louis Glebe-Demo...won
An Incident of this kind recently occurred hit
South Perk, at August Lesenberg's renehk,
near the head of Michigan Creek. A large
lion attacked two horses and it colt of this
range, killing the colt and badly wounding
the mother and a two year-old. The mare
and the lion waged a terrible fight, for the f
mother made a hard struggle to save her 'e•-•
colt. Tho mare bore evidencea of this
almost unequal contest with the lion, for
she ,was beetle scrstched and her ears were
splio. In pawing at the lion the latter had
leaped upon her back, and on17 by a terrible
efiert did she save herself. She was bleed-
ing from various woanela when found in the
morning. The colt was dead, and the mare .
was nearly exhausted from the result of her
struggle with the lion. The twe-year-old
oolt was also badly scratched, but escaped.
The Thrash.
The song-thrueh, or movie, is caw of the
best-known and beet -loved of British song-
birds, and with reason, as not only is it
one of the best of singere, but, with the ex-
ception ot its cousin, the missel-thrush, or
storm-coek, as it i celled in some countries,
it is the first bird that by it song suggests
the eoming spring. No sooner has the new
year begun than, given it few warm dam the
thrush may be heard from its favourite post,
on one of the higher branches of a tree,
piping—in half-hearted manner, it is tniXtt
and as if it were almost ashamed of its pre-
sumption, but still delightfully. As it Lon-
don bird the thrush is far from uncommon,
being found in all the parks and in most of
the larger gardens and pleasure -grounds of
the inner suburbs, where houses are fewer.
and gardens more pleatiful, this bird is al-
most as common as it is in the country. It
is esientially a "homely" bird, fond of
human society, as is proved ley the fact that
it will nest in gardens, of ten close t� much -
frequented paths. Ucdike meat birds---song-
sters—the thrush has a song which can be
translated into words, no doubt nonsensical,
but nevertheless conveying the song exactly
—in face, to cetiote the late Frank Backland,
the bird does sing the following words.—
" Knee'deep, knee deep, knee deep; cherry
du, cherry du, cherry du, cherry du ; pretty
joey, pretty joey, pretty joey."
•
guriosity Fully Satisfied.
Small man (on railway train, writing
letter to his wife) —It would afford you some
amusement, my dear, if you could see the
freekle-faoed long, lean, gamble-shanked,
knock-kneed, sneaking, impertinent, ill-bred
half.breked specimen of it backwoods gawky
that is looking over my shoulder as I write
•this—
Large man on seat behind (fiercely)--Teu
lie; you little scoun— ,
Small man (berning round)—Beg pardopli,
sir; are you speaking to me ?
Large man (confusedly)—Y—no 1 No 1 I
didn't say anything. I wasn't speaking.
Small man resurnee his Writing. .Large
man goes book- to the lode) platform of the
last car on the train and relieves his mind
by severing volubly at the flyipg landscape.
SurpriSing Ignorance.
Jeff (a railroad paesenger)-1 say, Clemo
wha—what itt cie ax ate saw hangin' up dar
Itt'?
Clem—When yo' arsk foolieh questions,
Jeff; don't shout ao's yo' kin be /leered all
de way fir= de cow,ketcher to do larst 'sta-
tion, Day's Lo' entail' railroad aan'tvkhes.
Ise 'eprised yo' ignorunce.
Nearly Mt new winter dreesee are inade
With sleeves in more or less 'fanciful style,
andtlie fenalnuerso,saroUnd the armhole
maaedfta
Clean Oil elletha with milk and. water;
soap and brush will ruin them.