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The VIllage Druggtsto
After Longfellow (a long wog after)
AVI tide his corner storeroom bright
The village drugeiet stende,
Wieh threadbere eclat reseated pants,
And thin and bony hands ;
And the beetles on the shelves arrayed,
Are girt with golden band.
With hungry eyes and famished look
He gazete Mward the door,
Longing for a liberal euetoinee
Who will increase the store
Of nieleels M his money driereen
At least ono nickel more.
Ills hair is Oat), and gray and. short
His face is pinchect ma(t wan;
Thought sits enthroned upon his brow,
He sells whateer he on; (at cut rate)
And. stares the whole worlci the fees,
For he is a hard up man.
Week in, week out, from morn till night,
You can see him standing there;
You can hear him eigh his heavy stales.
The measure of d� -pair;
Leek -lustre eye end, stimulate form
AU tell a want and care.
The children coming home from school
Drop in at the open door;
They love to bog for almanacs
And picture cards galore,
They melee life for that pill pounder
One long continual bore.
On Sunday he neer goes to church,
His store he must attend;
Ile never beers a sermon, or
Thirties of his latter end—
From store to. meals, from meals to store,
His footsteps always tend.
Toiling, sorrowing, suffering (from cut rates),
Onvrard through life he goes:
!Each morning sees the same old grind,
Each eve iaceeasing woes,
Till finally he tumbles oir his porch,
And finds at last repose.
A BARITONE'S DEVOTION .
OR, A TALE OF SENN. Y ITAL. Y.
” Have you been all this time at the the-
atre ?" aeked Sardoni.
"Yes, two mortal hours of altercation ;
the manager, the local conductor. Merlin°,
and Marione all in battle array."
" With you as a go-betwevi I suppose,
alternately used and abused r
AU else would have beerelbearable enough
to him if cozily he could have won Nita's
love ; but after the first day or two, when
she lead really been grateful to him for
saving her from what in her better moods
she fully recognized as a sin, she had never
felt or pretended to feel for him any sort of
affection. When alone with him, or when
she wauted anything done, she would
often be civil and even friendly, but when
ether people were present she seemed to
teke pleasure in snubbing him, and never
allowed him to forget for a moment that
he was her junior. The "elder sisterly"
style of treatment is nes, er very congenial
to a man, and it was particularly irksome
to Carlo, because he and Anita had so very
ittle in common. It was, perhaps, this
which made it so hard for him to win his
way with her. They had none of the happy
associations of childhood whiele form so
strong a bond between most brothers and
sisters; they had grown up apart, and when,
at rare interval's, Nita had returned from
the convent, there had been little love lost
between them. At 19 she left home for-
ever, and cast in her lot with Merlin°, and
now, after an interval of five years, the
brother and sister were almost strangers to
each other, and Carlo, often in despair,
struggled to break clown the wall of division
which seemed to have risen between them.
If he had been as indifferent to her as she
was to him they might have drifted on
without much discomfort, but he loved het.,
not only as the one specially left to him by
his mother on her death -bed, not only with.
�e family love which had first, come to his
aid in that time of numb grief, but with the
divine love which had green him power to
sacrifice himself for her sake.
It is often harder to understand the char-
acters of those closely related to us than
the characters of mere ordinary acquaint-
ances ; our very nearness hinders us from
taking true and just views, and perhaps
Carlo's love blinded him to some extent
with regard to Nita. He credited her with
virtues which she did not possess, and then
was wounded when in daily life she was
weighed in the balance and found wanting.
He would say to himself, "Is she not the
child of my father a,nd mother? Then how
is it possible that she should not at heart
be really loving, really true?" But he did
• not realize, as a dispassienate -spectator
; would have done, that, althouglaNita might
originallyhave inherited manygoodgifts, her
fife and education had ieen quite enough to
paralyze them. At her marriage she had
escaped into what she imegined would prove
love and liberty, but in three months' time
she had learned -that she had. made a ter-
rible mistake, nd had sold herself into
savory almost intolerable.
When a woman makes so terrible a dui' -
covery there are only two courses open to
her—either she must sink or she must swim
—there is no idle drifting in such case.
Nita never attempted to love her husband,
she never tried to bridge over the differences
between them; he tyrannized over her as
was his nature, and she yielded in miser-
able, slavish despair, fearing him and hating
him with her whole heart. So, inevitably
she sank, and there was not wanting—there
never is wanting—a Comerio to help her.
" You seem to have worked up Merlino
into a pleasant state," she said, sarcasti-
cally, in reply to Carlo's greeting.
He disliked her way of speaking against
her husband, and tried to turn the subject.
"There has been a good deal to worry
him to -day, but all is straight now. We
have been down at the theatre ; it seems a
Letter one than I should have expected,"
" All is straight, you should say, with i
the exception of the mpresario's temper,"
meld Nita, sharply. "1 wish you would
leave him alone and not interfere; you only
make it a good deal worse for me."
He was silent, and Nita, who had hoped
to stir up a discussion, finding it impossible
- to quarrel alone, walked over to the window
where Gigi was contentedly playing with
• his soldiers, and without a word of warning
• swept the whole of the miniature camp into
its box.
"Go away 1 we can't have your toys all
aver the place I" she said, giving him a vin-
dictive little push.
Gigi, Whose tears were terribly near the
surface, burst into a roar, a,nd Carlo, Who,
nu principle, never interfered beeween
mother and ehild, had much ado to keep
silence while the little fellow was ignomini-
dusly turned out of the room.
" OM your fault," said Nita, return-
ing a little flushed from the contest ; "you
make a great deal too much of the child ;
he must be taught his proper place."
She sat down with her writing -case at the
, vacant table.
"1 aft going to the post -office directly,"
seed Carlo, by way of breaking the uncom-
fortable faience ; "shall you have any
letters ?"
"What affair is that of yours ? " she
asked, angrily. . Is it not enough that my
husband is spying on me all day long? If
yore think E am going to put up with you as
a spy you are mistaken! It was bed enough
before you came !"
And with ail itripiatnit'gesture she
gathered her things together andeleit the
room.
Sardoni* glencing up, rieWilie Peened look
on Carlo's face, and was so stung by ee that
he meld AO longer keep silence.
"By Jove 1" he exclaimed, " if Madame
Merlino were not your sister I sleeved give
her a piece of my mind,"
" Merioni has arranged to take Trova-
tore,' with the orchestra and chorus, but
he'll not need us,"
" Good ; then will you give me your com-
pany in the afternoon? I have a disagree-
able piece of work to do, and should be glad
of your help."
Carlo seemed really pleased by the request,
and, in truth, his interest in Sardoni was a
capital thing for him, and helped to take
him for the time being out of his own
troubles.
CHAPTER XX.
A RETualt. *
"How dismal the place looks!" ex-
claimed Carlo, as after service the next day
he walked with Sardoni through the quiet
streets, with their shuttered shop -fronts
and deserted roads, to the station. "A
good thing, I dare say, to have the shops
closed and to give the people a rest, but
there is uch a sMepy air about it all; they
don't seem to, enjoy it."
"Where in the world are we going?"
asked Carlo, looking perplexed.
I33' this time they had reached the station,
and for reply Sardoni handed him his rail-
way ticket. This conveyed to him nothing
at all, and in silence lee followed his friend
to a smokingecarriage, and, knowing intui-
tively that Sardoni did not care to talk, lit
a cigar and gave himself up to the enjoy-
ment of the beautifut wooded country d. a He couldn't stay here, sir ; he felt the
through which they were passing. tagreee so bad he went away to foreign
Sardoni watched him silently. pets ; and it's my belief, sir, that he had
"After all, I doubt whether he'll make hopes of finding Master Jack, though other
any impression on them," he thought to folks said different. However, I never
himself. "Now, if he were a stiff, churchy- heard as how they met, and the vicar he be
looking fellow, with a cross on his watch- back in England now, and I wish we'd got
chain and the ascetic type of face, there him here again. Not but what Mr. Stanley
'night be some good in his coming; or, on is a good young !nun in his way, you under -
the other hand, if he were one of your stand, sir; but he ain'b our old vicar, and
priggishiooking, truly , pious young no.tpink won't melee him."
Has hataken some new living, then?"
no classifying Valentino, he won't fit "Ay, sir, he be just aettled in since mid -
any of the conventional notions. em„ sunamer ; the parish o' Cleevering Mounb-
agine my father here at this moment; whab shire that's his new sitooation, and not a
would he see in him? Merely a very hand- p_ateli upon this parish, as far as money goes
some Italian in a delightfully easy and come at least, so folk say. , Now, sir, just you
fortable attitude, travelling reprehensibly step and see our monument. That's Sir
on a Sunday afternoon, idly enjoying the Gerald Fitzgerald, is was killed in the Civil
scenery and a cigar. And yet that fellow War; Naseby or Marston Moor, I b'lieve
is a hero, if there ever was one, and a saint it was—at any rate, the le,st battle before
of the real sort and no mistake. I could King Charles was taken. Belike you know,
wish for this one afternoon to shake hint sir, how it was called ; not much of a
into the goody-goody mold though; that at scholar myself"
any rate, has the merit of catching the eye "Nor L" said Carlo, taoe at all desiring
of the respectable and virtuous, and getting t"3 be put through an examination in
a good deal more credit than it deserves. to dates. and feeling extremely
Now, Valentino, looked at casually, might *li'lLY
as be anything. I believe if he thought more CHAPTER XXL
highly of himself he would get the credit he waraT wEATHER.
deserves, but, confound it, he never seems
to think of himself at all."
They got out at a small way -side station,
and, making their way up a steep hill,found
themselves on a wide, deserted -looking com-
mon, where here and there a solitary horse
or cow grazed, and where the mingled
heather and gorse, set like jewels in the
smooth green of the turf, tualoosed Carlo's
tongue.
I know every inch of the ground," said
Sardoni. "Down there to the right is the
village—book; you can just see the church
tower through those trees."
"And you are going home ?"
Sardoni nodded. Just at that moment
he could not have spoken a word to save his
life. •
Glad as Carlo was at his friend's resolve
to seek out his people, he was sorely per-
plexed as to the part he himself was to
play. Naturally enough he felt that he
would be very much de trop in a family
reconciliation, nor could he understand how
Sa,rdoni could tolerate the presence of a
comparative stranger at such a time. How-
ever, he was too unselfish to object on his
own account, and wise enoughto let Sardoni
choose his own wayof settingto work. They
crossed the field, walked through a little
copse, entered a stmneelooking garden and
made their way toward the vicarage, a
pretty gray old house with many gables
and a moss -grown, red -tiled roof. Carlo
could guess how his friend's heart was heat-
ing, as with heightened color he walked
steadily up the well -kept drive; but Sar-
doni spoke not a word till they stood in the
porch and heard the bell echoing in the
quiet house. Then he turned to his com-
panion and said, with a touch of his ordin-
ary jesting tone:
" Ihe cat will be out of the hag at last—
my name will no longer' be a. secret !"
As he spoke, steps were heard within,'
and through the helf-glass door they could
Bee a neat maid -servant crossing the hall.
Sardoni was relieved to see a strange face;
it would have humiliated him dreadfully to
be recognized by the parlor -maid.
"Is Mr. Postlethwayte at home V he
asked, in his strong, decided voice. -
A look of perplexity came over the maid's
face. '
"No, sir ; there's no one of that name
living here," she replied.
" What 1 is he gone, then?" exclaimed
Sardoni, turning pale. "The vicar—who
is vicar now ? "
"Mr. Stanley is vicar now," said the
maid. "Will you come in and see master,
sir? He could perha,pa tell you what you
want to know. You gee, sir, I've only been
here in this situation a, few days myself, so
I don't know the names hereabout"
"Thank you—no—I'll not come in," said
'Sardoni ; and he turned away and walked
down the drive again with never a word.
" Alnico mio 1" said Carlo, when he
ventured at last to break the silence;
"what can I do for you? Shall I go and
make inquiries in the village?"
They had by this time left the vicarage
garden,and were in the little copse; Sardoni
threw himself down in the shade of an old
elm tree.
"1 wish you would, old fellow," he said,
in a broken voice.
Carlo promised to do his best, and, tak-
ing the path pointed out to him by
Sardoni, made his way through the
quiet little churchyard and across a
stile into the village street For a moment
he felt rather at a loss to know how
to proceed, and half afraid lest the villagers
might talk some unintelligible patoie ; how-
ever, he went boldly up to a group of big
boys who were idling about and asked
whether they could tell him where the
sexton lived. Their dialect puzzled him not
a little, but he managed to make out which
house ie was and walking through the
pretty strip of garden* with its hollyhocks
and dahlias, knocked at the door. A little or !MOW, and the constant strain of physical
bent old man, with a weather beaten face hard work and mental exciteraent, all told
and a friendly but toothless smile, on him severely. Nor was it possible for a
have Why, I've been sexton here thee°
forty years past, and born and bred in the
Owe, too I Six vicars I've seen in this
hero parish. Our late vicar's son, bleae
him, he used to say, Why, Johnson, you're
like the brook ! Vicars may come and
vicars go, but you go on forever !" But
Mr' 1 I never rightly, underetood which
brook it was he
in ,
" Wasn't there some one named Poetleth-
wayte here once!" asked Carlo'bringing
out the naane with a la,udable precision.
"
Why, yes, sir. It was poor Master
Jack as I was just telling on. Aw, he was
a rare one for a, jest, he was. The poor
vicar never hotd up his head again after he
lef "
"Did the vicar die ? " asked Carlo.
"Ah. no, sir'he didn't die; he be alive
and well, bleep him ! 13ut there was trouble
with Master Jack—the old story, sir; the
old story 1--a pretty girl to put him of his
balance; and then, when it all came out,
he jut desperate -like at the blame he got
aehonee, made away with some money that
warn't. his, and rushed off aud was never
heard of no more." But he was too hopeless to pray, and the
Carlo could hardly have regulated his ex- next moment Big Ben warned him that he
pression to the casual interest of a stranger must hurry back for a rehearsal of " Un
had not his profession taught him to corn- Ballo in Maschera." He reached the there-
mand his face and melee it answer at all tee, feeling harassed and ill, and made his
times to his will. He was glad that the way to the greenroom, where he found Sar
sexton was silent for a minute while he dont, looking more cheerful than he had
fitted the key in the heavy oak door of the done for some time past, and with a mis-
chureh, chievous gleam about his eyes.
little thinking that instead of 0 dietrootton
it would prove an additional care, when
suddenly, and with a shook indescribable—
a shock which for the time half paralyzed
him, he read the words, "Signor Comerio
begs to announce his arrival in town. All
communications with regard to concerts or
other engageineuts to be addressed to
Antic° et Co."
Those brief lines in the Times had fallen
like a bomb -shell into this life.
He had wandered miserably round the
dreary -looking park. The fog was not
teethe so dense as it had been on the pre-
vious day ; he could gee through a misty
haze the chill, gray -looking water, and the
chicks swimming about aimlessly, and here
and there in the distance the outlines of
great houses. Presently he heard the
Westminster chimes, and he remembered
how, long ago, Francesca had told him of
the words which belonged to thein:
"Lord, through this hour,
Be Thou our mud°,
So by Thy power,
No foot shall sude."
That's a sad story," he said at length. "You basely deserted me in the argu-
" What became of the poor vicar?" ment," he exclaimed, as Carlo entered;
" but 111 have my revenge on you! You're
the most careless fellow on earth, leaving
diamonds straying about looee in e London
lodging -house 1'
Carlo, glancing down quickly, saw that
Fraucesca's ring, whit& he always wore, was
not on hie hand.
" Where is it?" he said, hastily, feeling
armoyed that he could have forgotten it
even for a moment.
" ! that is the question," said Sardoni,
taking him by the shoulders in teasing
faslazon, and ineaning to have a little fun
out of him before he yielded the ring, which
was on his own finger.
Unluckily the light at that moment hap-
pened to flash on the diamond, and Carlo was broken -off, and naturally he didn't
in a sudden paroxysm of anger, wrenched like
himself away from the teasing hold, and Sardoni bit his lip: He would have given
dashing himself at Sardoni with all hisforce, much to have refrained from introducing
took him so completely by surprise that, the subject, and he thought Madame Mer -
before a bystander could have uttered a lino showed very bad taste in speaking of it
word of remonstrance, the tenor had before Comerio, while, to make matters
measured his length on the floor, and the worse, Carlo happened just then to come
ring had been seized by its rightful owner. into the room.
Sardoni had gone over like a ninepin, be- n (To be eon intied.)
ing utterly unprepared for so furious an
onslaught ; he was angry and astonished.
"What the devil are you after 1" he ex-
claimed, as he picked hineself up.
"Jack, Jack—I didn't mean it !" ex'
claimed Carlo, his wrath spent in that one
He stayed long enough to please the sex -
lightning -like flash, and shame and regret
ton, and duly admired the village °liar& ;
overwhelming him as he partly realizedwhat
then, having gladdened the old heart he.had done, and saw the look of grave in -
with a shilling, he bade him good-day,guiry and with which one of the officials belong -
rejoined Sardoni, whom he found atill to the theatre regarded them as he
stretched at full length under the elm -tree. entered the greenroom.
might gain a "rt asked Carlo
men, then
of reflected respectability. But t -here's
„geneeedelielth
hag a duet in the drawing -room whedit they
4
1184 to sing at night.
"Mademoiselle de Caisne at doing her
best to captivate your brother, don't you
think ?" said, by way of leading up to
the subject.
" Yes, the little goose," !Aid Nit?. ; it
mikes me quite cross to watch her."
"Our Valentino doesn't exactly enjoy it
either, I fancy," said Sardoni. I under-
stand from him that he was to have been
married at one time."
"Yes,.he was betrothed to Miss Britton,
an English girl who lived near us. It was
broken off when he went on the stage. In
. .
some ways it is rather a pity, for she was
well off, and he'll not find such a pretty
girl again in a hurry. But, after all, as I
told him only the other day, these mar-
riages with foreigners seldom turn outreally
well."
"What did he say to that ?" asked Sar-
doni, marvelling at the indifferent way in
which she spoke of the sacrifice which she
must have known had been made for her
sake.
"Oh, he said nothing at all, only
blushed up like a girl, and looked as he
always demi when I say what he doesn't
like."
NVhile she was speaking the door was
thrown open, and the servant announoed
"Signor Comerio." Sardoni, charmed to
think how Corned° would hate him for
being in the way, greeted him in the friend-
liest manner, and detez mined to stay and
be hated to the bitter end; he could see
from Anita's moaner that she was . not
wholly unprepared for Comerio's sudden
appearance.
"Bub I interrupt a tete-a tete," said Co-
merio, in his gift, fluttering voice. "What
did 1 hear front Madame Merlino's lips?
When Limy what he doesn't like Does
our yrinta donna, ever say anything distaste-
ful to menkind ?''
Nita laughed.
"We were talking of my brother," she
said, taking her revenge on &admit for not
at once going away by saying what she
knew would vex him. "1 was trying. to
persuade him the other day that it was just
as well hie engagement with Miss Britton
Student was silent till they were once
Ile got up quickly as Carlo drew near,
and looked anxiously into his face. more alone. He could not keep his anger
in face of Carlo's shame and dismay.
"Well'" he exclaimed, in the sharpened
voice of fear and apprehension.
"1 didn't know there was anything par -
"It is all right, said Carlo, reassuringly. ticular about the ring Gigi brought it
down from your washstand ; I only meant
"Your father has got a new living. He is
to chaff you a little."
just settled down at Cleevering in Mount -
shire." "It was the ring which belonged to my
betrothed," said Carlo. "Not that that is
"How did you find out? Did they sus-
pect anything ?" • any excuse—indeed, I think it makes it
" No ; but they spoke of you. I learned rather worse."
it from the old sexton." , He was evidently so unhappy about it
that Sardoni quite lost ale feeling of offence.
" What ! dear old Johnson? Is he still
alive? Did you really see him'' 'Well, you know, old fellow, I always
"He seemed gees,. fond of y„ wanted to poke up the devil in you and see
especially of yon, and he spoke so warmly 14that You'd (1°2'
of your father. But, Jack, yout must for- Carlo turned away with a sigh.
" I can't think why I did it I was be -
give me, I couldn't help hearing it, for the -.sde myself. If I had done it to Gomez,
old fellow would ramble on, and I couldn't
shut him up without making hitnauspicious; now, it might have been easier to under-
'heard—well what you wouldn't telt me stand ; but to you, Jack, you whom I'm
that day at Naples.' • really fond off 1—I can never forgive tu-
lle looked up at him apologetically. self.'
"Pon my soul !" exclaimed Sardoni, He was very quiet now, and sad and
"you're the oddest fellow I ever knew. ashamed ,in all bus Inc he had never been
guilty of such an unreasoning fit of anger.
You look as if it were you that was to
blame, not me 1" "Never mind, Val," said the English -
mane almost as muck surprised by the
" I was sorry to know it, since you didn't
wish me to know." vehement regret as by the attack itself. "I
" All right, Val—all [right !" said See- declare' iike you the better for it, I do
doni, in a choked veice. "I might have indeed- Why, to hear you talk one might
suppose you had peewit to murder mcI"
known it wouldn't tarn you against me 1
As I told you yesterday, you would make " I mea,nt nothing; that's. the horrible
excuses for the devil himself—and so would part of it to me," said Carle. "1 wanted
old -Johnson! Tell inc just what he said." the ring aead to be free from your teasing.
The sat down again in 'the shade, and There wasn't a moment to think—it was
Carlo repeated the whole e.onversation, Sar. all over in a flash. How am, I to tell that
deed listening with averted face, and ner- I mayn't murder -some fellow one of these
vously crushing in his fingers the fallen
leaves which lay on the grass beside him.
"As to the money," he said, when Carlo
paused," I swear to you, Do/lath I didn'c
know vehat I was doing I was mad 1—if
not, is it likely that, to escape my father's
blame, I should have done what the world
would blame a thousand times more Em-
bezzlement is an unpardonable crime, but,
to ruin a girl is an offense very easily con-
doned b society."
"That's true—to our shame be it spoken 1" saw a men going to the gallows, and ex -
said Carlo, with a gleam of indignant light claimed, 'There, but for the grace of God,
in his eyes.
"1 was mad—desperate 1" resumed Sar-
doni. "It all came out at her death—and
I—why I felt like e. murderer ! My father
was not one to spare a fellow in Buell a case.
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he was almost convulsed—" you, who marriage to a clever woman and debars
wouldn't hurt a fly 1" his brilliant sister from expressing. her
" Well, you laugh," said Carlo and it's preference. That women. have proposed
good of you to take it lightly ; I can't is aseerted, and Queen Victoria, inc.MDe
see that there's a pin to choose between me Lesseps, Patti Baroness Burdett-Couetsand
and the man who murders in sudden anger- Mrs. Hopkins?Searles are cited anillustra-
Anyhow, I know I can never be hard on
such a murderer again." tions.--Indianapalis Journal.
"That's like the story of the fellow who Ex -Mayr Robert Bowie, ' Brockville
Ont., says " I used Nasal Balm fort a bad
case of catarrh, and it cured after having
ineffectually tried many other remedies. It
never fails to give immediate relief for cold
in the head." This is the experience of
thousands in all parts of the Dominion.
There is no case of cold in the head or
catarrh that will not yield to. Nasal Sabo.
Try it. Beware of substitutes.
goes—' I forget the old buffer's name.
However, Val, I don't think you need be
afraid, for you have plenty of that sort of
thing, and little enough of the devil's help."
"That's what I can't understand about
I couldn't stand et ; to stay at home was et," said Carlo, m the most outspoken way.
more than a fellow could bear; I was bound He hardly ever spoke of religion, but when
to get away from him. And then came a he did speak it was with the direct, simpli-
mad impulse to take this money which was city and naturalness hardly ever to be met
within my reach, and break off with the Old with in England, save in children. "That's
World altogether and rush to America." what puzzles me. How can I say the
"We are not very far from Mountshire, Vent ()ratter' one hour and know it is
I suppose, here ?" he Elaid at length. "Shall true, and the next turn upon my friend like
you go there, or shall you. write ?" that? My blood. was made hot just by that
"Neither," said Sardoni. I can't go trifle."
through a day like this again, Val." At that moment the call -boy appeared to
Carlo was sorry that his friend had made summon them, but in the many and weari-
this decision, but he knew that had he been some delays and repetitions and scraps of
in Sardoni's place arguments would only rest, Carlo apparently had time to think
have irritated him. So he held his peace, out his problem; for as he and Sardoni
and comforted himself With the reflection walked home together he gaid, just as if no
that in so small a country as England the rehearsal had intervened,'
chances were greatly in favor of a meeting "1 eee how it was, Jack. I was horribly
between the father and win. anxious, and had lost faith; then quickie'
The autumn wore on, and the cold into thatvacant space steps the devil, and
weather set in. Merlino's company had presto 1 I am made to knoek down my best
become pretty well accustomed, however, friend."
to wintry weather during their American Evidently the whole affair was so graphi-
tour, and, no one suffered much, except cally before his own mind that Sardoni sup -
Carlo, who, having never left Italy* before,
found the English climate fearfully trying.
But spite of the fur coat, Carlo's health
did not improve; the constant travelling,
the draughts on the stage, the necessity of
turning out every night, or well, in rain
°P'ellYeouile.ean';he keys of the church I am
told. Am perrnitted to see it.2' asked
daLlYches, sir ; certainly, sir," Mumbled the
man of his temperament to o through all
the suffering and grid o the pest few
months without paying for ib. It was not
only the change of phyttleal climate which
told, upon him ; it was the change of moral
What the Mullet 10.111all•
In January we have the lengthenmg"
days.
In February, the first butterfly.
In March, the opening buds.
In April, the young leaves and spring
flowers.
In May, the song of the birds.
In June, the swdet new -mown hay.
In July, the golden grain.
In Angust, the ripening harvest.
In September, the fruit •
In October, the autumn Untie
In November., the hoar frost on trees and
the pure snow,
In December, last, not least, the holidays
of Christmas and the bright fireside
In a list of "curious things" the St. Louis
Republic mentions that a man weighing 154
pounds has enough iron hid away in him to
pressed his inelmateon to laugh. make a plowaharo, and enou le phosphorus
to make a half million mate Ca ; tlie0 that
Montreal, in icy Canada, is in the same
latitude as Venice, in sunny Italy,
Queen Victoria's horses aro attended
when they get rack by a veterinary surgeon
who wears a title and who is the, only man
of his profession in England who does wear
"You are an old-fashioned fellove, Val,"
he said ; "not at all up to the modern
lights, as I told you once before. °A fellote
that does believe in the devil and doesn't
believe in divorce My dear boy, you're an
anachronism! But what made you so hor-
ribly anxious? Anything gone wrong ?"
"No; of course it's all right; but at first
it took my breath away, and I thought all
was lost. Comerio is in London."
Sardoni gave a whistle of surprise and
dismay.
"Are you sure it is true? Who told
—Bagley—Are those people across the
way absolutely destitute. Mrs. Bagley --
Destitute ! I never paw anything like it.
Why, they haven't even a inano and a seal'
skin sacque in the house.
toothless old man, " Fine day, sir 1 Step you 2"
tie a minute, fur ?"
Carlo stepped in and found himself in a
snug Iittle teem Whieh smelled strongly of
apples. The oki men took a couple of large
keys from a and then, with 4 greet
effort, tried reaeli his hat from a peg on
the wall.
Yott've been here a long time, I dare
say?" said Carlo; feeling rather like a de-
tective. ,
'" Oh t ay, hat have, that
Toward the middle of January, Merlin° " NO one. I saw it in 'the Times this •
I Tennirison's rustic drama, "The Forester
Robin ood and Maid Marian " will be
had arranged to take 'one of. the London morninga)
opera houses, and give a series of twenty "What i while T was finishing the Lap. 11, thkrablettnafflotnbee. latter part of Mateh by the
performances, a project bola to rashness at hent? You had plenty of self-control, ,
that time of the year-. The company betook then, for you betrayed nothiegaball." 1 _London lms gone stark mad over the
themselves to various dreary lodging -houses Sardoni was hot a little curious to know t refrain a a ningio*hall gong Called " Te,rs*
in the neighborhood of theatre, and Carlo, more about Carlo's love affairs, but he , te-b°4:4°.(leaet"
Under very depreesing eircurnfitaneeSs Made eat/Id/1ot make up his mind to iipeak to Kyrie Bellew' says if a ettitable theatte
his first acquaintanee with London and hie him about the totter inettlad, he threw can be found or built in Calcutta, he it pre -
first appeara000,. On a London stage. ire out a °Saud reraark that afternoon, when pared to manage it, with the
had taken up the paper easually enough, it hapientied that: he and Anita were praetie• Mrs, Lifetime 13rieee11iPbeter.
, • , • • .."
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121. A. Brassey, of Preston HLLII, con-
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