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"Yea are fond of the opera, mademoi. eelle?" asked Illorestan. 'tea, I eve geed amain wherever it is to be beard, bet the opera moat of all, Ib is another world. 1 forget everything while I am there." Her face kindled a little aa she spoke. The light was not a Vivid light, but it was at least an awakening from the dull apathy he had noticed. before. " a'I &soul(' like to send you. a box for the opera some night, if you will allow me," he aid. "I know some great ladle% wile are occasionally generous to me, when they don't care about occupying their boxes. May I seize the first opportnnity and send you oriel" "I shall be very grateful to you. ' ' He was studying her face while he talked to her. The features were delicate and regular, the eyes were atilt beeutiful; hue sorrow had plowed deep lines about them, and had set its marks upon the broad white brow. Marred as it Wee by past suffering, he liked her face better than her couein's. That type of sensuous beauty whieli had held him, captive five yeara ago had lot all charm for him now. He wanted "the mind, the music breathing from the face"—and in Mme. Quijada's Mete), with her iron -gray hair, limed fore- head, and melancholy eyes, he saw a spirit- ual beauty which (satiated all his sympee thy. That idea of a great sorrow suffered ba the morning of life, and leaving its indelible mark upon the sufferer, impressed laim strongly. He was floating about among his great ladies in one of the most brilliant salons of Republican Paris on the following evening; but he did not ask any of these luminaries for her box at the opera, preferring to go to the box-office and pay for one. It was quite true that boxes had been offered to him ; but the occasions hed been somewhat rare, and he had only put forward that idea in order to lessen MIle.Mareet's sense of ob- ligation. He wanted to give her pleasure, if he could, and he wanted to see more of the curious trio. He sent the box ticket to Mme. Qaijada, expressiug the hope that she and her daughter and niece would attend the next representation of Goureocrs "Faust," which was fixed for the following night. The lady had told him that she seldom went out be the evening, and he therefore counted on finding her disengaged. He added that he should have the honor of visiting their box in the course of the performance. He had se- cured a stalest: that he should not appear to have offered the box to the beautiful Dolores with the idea. of exhibiting himself ha her company for the whole evening; but the nrecaution was wasted so far as Dolores was concerned, for Mme Qui ada's daughter was not in the box when he looked up from his place in the stalls to see how it was oc- cupied. Mme. Quijada was in the place of honor, looking dignified and distinguished in her Spanish mantilla, fastened with diamond stars, and beside her, simply dressed ha a black gown, and a Marie Antoinette fichu, sat Louise Marcet, attentive and absorbed, evidently drinking in every note of the verture. He had scarcely time to wonder at Mlle. Quijada's absence when some one in the next row said, "How do you do, Floreatan?" and was startled at finding hia River Lawn neighbors seated exactly in front of him. Mother and daughter were sitting side by • side,the girl m her simple white gown with a bunch of Parma violets on her breast, the mother in dark-grs.y velvet and sapphires, placidly beautiful, with Titianesque eyes and hair, assuredly one of the lo vilest women 111 that assembly, albeit her charms were in their summer maturity and not in their Vernal freshness. It is not granted to many women to be per• - fectly beautiful at eight -and -thirty, but it• had been granted to Ambrose Arden's wife, and her husband's heart thrilled with pride as he noted Floreetan's admiring look, a look which passed overethe daughter to linger on the beauty of the mother. Florestam's glance went back to the daughter presently, and -he saw that she too was lovely, with a loveliness which echoed every note in the mother's beauty, only the lines were less developed and less definite, the coloring was lese brilliant. He looked from the girl to the young mem be- side her, andrecoenized Cyril Arden, whom he had not seen for some years. There had never been anything approach- ing intimacy between Plorestan and the family at River Lawn ; but there had been acquaintance and exchange of civilities from the commencement of the Hatrelle residence, when the owner of Fountainhead was an undergraduate, subject to the dominion of guardians. He had thus in a manner eeen Daisy Hattrell grow from infancy to girlhood, and he noted the opening flower with admiring eyes. She seemed to him the perfection of English girlhood. Her complexion of lilies and roses, her hazel eyes and. auburn hair, realized his ideal of English beauty; albeit, as 10 her mother's case, the brilliancy of coloring recalled the school of Titian rather than the school of Reynolds. He murmured a few words of emegratula- tion to Ambrose Arden, whom he had al- weys regarded as a scholarly and inoffensive person, amore nonentity outside his library. He wondered much that such a. man could have won the heart of such a women as Clara Hatrell. He aaked if they had just come from Learm. ford, and was told of their Italian win. t "We are going back to River Lawn al - mese immediately," said Clara. "I am longing to be among my household gods." "Even Venice could not make mother false to Rivet Lawn," said Daisy. "And are not you glad to go home, Miss Hatrell ?" asked Floreoban. "Home is always sweet. Yea, I shall be glad to see all the dear old things again— garden river, books, horse; and doge and boats-fbub Venice was :simply intoxicating. Von know it, t suppose?" "By heart There are very few spots in Xtaly that I don't know. There goes the curtain." The inertia rose, �n d Florestan was silent, deferring hies visit to Mine. quijada.'s box till the end of the aot, He had looked tip ouce while he wee talking to his friends, and had Been that lady's keen black eyee watching hifls interitly, while her niece, wrapped in the mtialoomented unconscious§ tirf all else, and osertainly unconcerned about him. Re left his placeafter the curtain fell and went straight to the box, whete the open door suggested that he WAS etooted. • X am merry nov Id see Mademoiselle Dolores,' bo ohia when he had exchanged greetitige With both ladies,. • "She ,Oenris you her beet thankfor yeer courteotte incitation," replied Mme. Quijada, "but ahe very aeldom goes (Mt 14 OA eMileAs Our appearance MAW good Madame Daturque wee au exception. al elteat." • ie a pity that so much beeuty should be hdea from the tvorld,P ee,id Florestau. Mute, Quijada bowed her aoknowledg. relent of Ude epeeeh, and ref/tiniest to the centemplatien of the audience. She seem. ed to know everybedy of eonsegeenee that aesembla— by eight; but elle recogniz- ed no ono as an acquaintance. • " You were talking to some friends in the stalls just now," she said to Florestam; with her eyes fixed upenthe Arden party," "a very handsome woman with a hand- some daughter. They are your oompat. riots, no doubt '?" "Yes, they are English. The lady is my next-door neighbor on the banks of the Thames. She haa lately married for the second time." Louise alarcet followed the direction of her annt's eyes, and looked down at the stalls, where the two beautiful heads, with rich auburn hair, were conspicuoue in a central position,. The orohestra wee silent now, and Louise's thoughts were at liberty, "Is she a great lady in England, a lady of tible ?" asked Mine. Quijada, curiously. " No ' • she is the wife of a commoner. She andher husband are well off and of good family, but they are not great people." "What is the lady's name ?" "Arden. Her daughter is Miss Hatrell." " Hatrell I" Louise Mareet repeated the name almost in a whisper. There was something in her tone that startled Florests.n, and he was still more surp.rised on looking at her to find her ashy pale. Her aunt save the change in her face and rose quickly and. supported her to the back of the box, where she moistened her temples with eau -de - Cologne. "The poor child will be better soon, she said to Florestan; "he has been sub- ject to these swooning fits ever since her illness. Come now, Louise; you are better now, are you not ?" "Yes, I am quite well now, It was nothing." " Oh, it was very nearly a fainting fit. "We have just escaned all the fuss and anxiety of a swoon. What was it made you feel ill— the light and heat, or the excitement of the music?" "11 was the light, perhaps. It gave me a kind of vertigo. And I was so in- terested in looking at Mrs, Hatrell," she said, pronouncing the name with an ac- cent which somewhat disguised it. " Tell me about her," else went on, turning to Florestan. "She is your friend, you say?" "Yes, she is my friend." "And she has married for the second time, lately?" "Quite lately—as late as last September." "And she is happy ?" "I suppose so. She has gone through a great deal of trouble, but 1 conclude that now she has a new husband she has forgotten that old sorrow. Her' first husband's death was a tragical one. He was murdered in London, seven or eight years ago, by an unknown hand." "And has his murderer never been found? asked Mine. Quijada, with reviving interest. "Never, I fear he never will be." Louise resumed her seat, and was, gazing at the faces in the stalle, absored in con- templation. "How old is Miss Hatrell?" she asked presently. "About eighteen." "Is she amiable ?" "Charming. I have never meb a sweeter girl. I have known her from her child- hood, but we have not seen very Much of each other. I have been a wanderer on the face of the earth, as I think I told you the other night," "Yes," answered Louise, absently, with her eyes fixed. on Daisy's smiling face. "How happy she looks, and how good! Was she fond of her father ?" "Very fond. She was only a child when she lost him, but she wen devoted to him and he to her." "You remember him? You knew him well 2" "Fairly well, and liked him Much. He was as frank and as open as the day -7-9. mau without guile." "1 do not like that other man " said Louise,still looking down at the stalls. " Wlich man 2" "The second husband." "Why not? How aan you like or dislike at a glance 2" • "I olvvays do. I liked and trusted you at the first glance. I distrust him." CHAPTER XII. FLOASSTAN'S MISSION. Florestan lunched with Mr. and Mrs. Arden on the day after their meeting at the opera. It was the lady who gave him the invitation. He had always been a favorite ofkore,since the time when be sold the meadow, and earlier, when he had just left Eton for the superior independeuce of the University; and in this busy Paris, crowded with strange faces, she had been pleased to meet with a familiar face—a face associated with the cloudless years of her first marriage. Everything was dear to her that broughb backethe memory of that time. Was she happy with her second husband? No, she was not ; unless gratitude and a placid submission to the decree of Fate mean happiness. She had drifted into this second marriage upon the strong tide of Ambrose Arden's passionate love—a love which had gathered force with each long year of waiting, and which had become a po wer that no ordinary woman could resist. Such a passion, SO exceptional in its patient endurance, he intense concentration, will compel love or at leaat the surrender Of liberty, and,the submission to woman's deathly, which is, for the most part, to belong to some one strongsr than herself. She bad. submitted to this mastery, and she was grateful for that devoted affection which knew no wavering, which had lost none of its romantics intensity with the waning of the honey -Moon. No woman could be heedless of sea a love as this, front such a man as Ambreee Arden and his wife was deeply touched. by his idolatry, and gave Mm beck all that a • woman can give WhO80 beset is eold as marble, Tettd• onus, deference, companionship she dould give mid she gave there ; but the hive she lied lavished on Robert. Hatrell wee a fire that had burned out. It was not in Asnbrose Arden's power to rekindle the flame. Never einoe the first year of her widow- hood had her thoughts reearred so hides - mealy to the pent as they had done since her deoond marriage4 Itt her life with her daughter, they two as Bole Companions, something of her girligh gayety had returned to her. She had bootee altnoSta girl again in adaptiag hereelf to a girl 0414)649a. In her anxiety to keep the burden of aearow oil Dviey'a yoethful Shoulders eh° had shaken oE the ehadove of her owe as memories, and- had given lieeeelf girlhood' pleasurea wad trivolena interests. But eerVe her nterriage—sinoe her chief compsan. iou had been Atodtrose Arden mallet Daley, a deep (aloud of nieleamlioly had. come clown Avon her mind. The image of her firet husband had become a ghost that walked beside her path and ateoci beside her bed. Tho aleraorY" of her happiest) years had be. wine a haunting niemory that oame be- tween lier and every interest that her pre - emit life coald offer. Thus it was that she had taSell eager to ;me more of Floreaten, and had asked /aim to luncheon ae their hotel. This time they were at the Brietal, anti it was in. a Won on the aecond floor, look- ing oat upou the Place Vendome, that they reeeived Gilbert Florestan. Daisy beamed upon him in a white straw hat trimmed with spring flowers,and a neat little gray checked gown, made by one of those epicene tailors who give their minds to the embellishment of the female figure. She bad a bunch of lilies of the valley pin- ned uponher breast—aposy which Cyril had just bought for her in the Rue Castighone. They bad been running about Paris all the morning, Cyril protesting that the great city was a vulgar, glaring, dusty hole, yet very delighted to attend his sweetheart in her explorations, and to show her every- thing that was worth looking at. "I hope I have satiated her with church - e8," he said. "We have driven all over Paris andhave gone up and down so many stepAhat I feel as if Itad been working on the treadmill. We wound up with a scamper in Pere is Chaise." "It was a scamper," exclaimed Daisy. "He would hardly let me look at any of the monuments. They are all mixed up in my mind, a chaos of bronze and marble, classical temples and Egyptian obelisks—. 13alzace Rachel, the Russian Princess who was burned to death at a ball, Desolee, Thiers,Abelard and Heloise. I could spend longclay roaming e.boat in that place of names and memories ; and Cyril took ire through the alleys almost at a run." "Why should a girl want to prowl about a. cemetery, unless she is a ghoul, and is mapping out the place in order to go back there in the night and dig ?" Cyril pro- teeted, with a dignsted air. "I 'would rather have to stand and wait while you looked at all the shoo in the Rue de la Paix." The luncheon was a very lively meal, for both Cyril and Florestan were full of talk and vivacity, and Daisy talked as much as they let her, leaving Arden and his wife free to look on and. listen. After lunch Florestan suggested a pil- grimage at St. Denis, and offered to act as cicerone, an offer which Daisy accepted eagerly, so a roomy open carriage was ordered, and Mrs. Arden, her claughter,and the two young men set out for the resting. place of royalties, leaving Ambrose free to go back to the book -shops. "It isn't a bad day for a drive," said Cyril as the landau howled along the broad, level road outside the city, "but I am sorry that we are pandering to Miss Hatrell's ghoulish tastes by hunting after graves." There was more discussion that evening as to how long the River Lawn party should remain in Paris. They had Arrived from Italy two days before, and while they were in Venice Mrs. Arden had been auxi- ous to return to England, and had confess- ed herself homesick. In Paris she seemed disposed for delay. "1 can't quite understand you, Clara," said her husband. "Alt your yearning for home seems to have left you." "1 am as anxious as ever to go home, but there is something I want to do in Paris." "What is that?" "Oh, it is a very small matter. I would rather not talk about it." Ambrose looked at her wonderingly. This was the first time since their marriage that she had refused to tell him anything. He did not press the point, however. The matter in question might be some feminine frivolity, some trail:motion with dress- makers or milliners, which it was no part of a husband's business to know. Later an in the evening his wife asked a question : "Does Mr. Florestan know Paris par- ticularly well 2" Cyril answered her, "He tells me that he knows Pais by heart, and all her works and ways. He means to winter here, and to pummer alt Fountainhead. Yon will have him for a neighbor, Daisy. I hope you are not going to make me j,ealoue by taking too much notice of him. " He spoke with the easy gayety of a man who knows himself beloved, and who is so secure in ehe possession of his sweetheart's affeceion that he can afford to make a jest of the possibilities which might alarm other men. Daisy first blexthed and then laughed at the suggestion. "Poor Mr. Florestan!" she sighed; "no father or mother, no sister or brother! No. body to be happyor unhappy about ! What an empty life hie must be." "Oh, the fellow is lucky enough. He has a nice old place and a goad income. He is young and clever—and—well—yes—I suppose he is handsome." Daisy offered no opinion. "Decidedly handsome," said Ambrose Ardeu, looking up from the chess -board alt which he and his wife were seated. Olara had never touched a card aince the nightly rubber came to en and with hec husband's tragical death; but she played obese nearly every evening with Mr. Arden, who was a fine player, and intensely enjoy- ed the game. His wife played juat well enough J make the contest interesting, and then there was for him an unfailing delight in having her for his antagonist; the delight of watohing her thoughtful face, with its varying expression as she deliberated upon her play ; the delight of touching her hand now and then as it moved among the plums ; the delight of hearing her low, Sweet voice. This life could give him no greater joy than her corepanionehip. It had been the end and aim ef his existence for long and patient years. Mrs. Arden sent Florentan a telegram ext morning, asking hien to call upon her as early as he could before luncheon. • lier hueband was going to attend the ;sale of it fernoue library, mid she Would be free to carry out an idea which she had entertain- ed since her meeting with Monet= at the "eMra. Mr, Arden had not been goo° more than is quarter of an hour before riorestan was announced. Cyril and Daisy were eight. aeeing, and Mrs, Arden was alone in the "lone. Shwas eating near one of the Windowa, with her travellingaeak en the table before blite thanked Floresten for hie prompt atteution to her request, and motioned him to a beat on the other side of the writing -table. Wickert Cry for Pitcher it vastormf r§ •,e " I eni geing to ttaleyee to do me A great favor, Mr, Floreetan," she aaid, very sere jowly, " although our frieudehip has been eto interrapted and ao casual OA X have hardly any Oahu upon you." All Unit was ardent and frank and gen. erous in the man who airected• oynioisra wee awakened by this deprecating appeal, and, perhaps atilt mors by the pathetic expression of the soft hazel eyes and the Leant tromulouenese of the lower lip. "Von have the strangest claim," he answered, eagerly. "Thera is, nothing 1 would not do to show revolt worthy to be considered yeme friend. If we have not seen very much of eaohnther we have at least been acquainted for a long time. I remember your daughter when she was almost it baby. X remember— He cheeked himself, as he was approach- ing te theme that might pein her, "Yon remember my husband," she said, interpreting his embarrassment. "It is of him I want to talk to you. I think you are good and true, Mr. Florestan, and I am go- ing to trust you with the seorets of the dead. I am going to ehow you some old letters— letters veretteu to my dear dead husband— which I would not show to anybody in this world if I did not hope that some good, some satisfaction to me and to my daughter, might come out of the light these letters can give." "My dear Mrs, Arden, you do not surely hope that after all these years the murderer will be found through any clew that the past oan afford?" "I don't know what I hope—out I want to find a woman who loved my husband very tenderly and truly before ever I saw his face. She was a friendless airl in this city, a girl who had to work for her living, but her letters are the outcome of a refined nature and I feel a melancholy interest in her. nature, heart yearns toward the woman who loved my husband, and who might have been his wife,but for the difference of caste." "Did your husband tell you about thli youthful love affair ?" "He alluded to it laughingly once or twice during our married life; but I knew nothing more than that he had once been in love with a French grisetteamitil the week before my second marriage. I had it curious fancy before that great change in my life to go back upon the post." There was a re- gretfulness in her tone at this point which W85 a' revelation to Florestan. "So I occupied myself for a whole nighb, when every one, -else in the house had gone to bed, in looking over my husband's papers. I had been through them more than came before, and had. classified and arranged them as well as I could; but I suppose I was not very business like in my way of doing this, for among some commonplace letters from old. college friends I found. a little package of letters in a woman's hand whioh I had everlooked before." She opened her desk as she spoke, and toek out a small package of letters tied with red tape. There had been no senti- mental indulgence in the way of satin ribbon for the milliner's poor little letters. The tape was faded and old, and it was the same piece which Robert Hatrell's own hand had tied around them. "Please read one or two of those letters, and tell me if they speak to your heart as they spoke to mine," she said as she put the package into Florestan's hand. He untied the tape counted the letters, seven in all, and then began to read the letter of the earliest date. "Rua Ceteerve•Sounes, Faubourg St. Antoine, "9th May. "It was like a day spent in heaven while we were together yesterday. I felt as if it was years and years since I had seen green fields and blue water. Oh! the beautiful river, -and the island where we dined. I did not think there was anything ao lovely within an hour's journey from Paris. Ali; how good it was of you to give a poor, hard- working girl so much pleasure! I have been in Paris more tban a year, and no one ever showed me a glimpse of the country until yesterday. My brother was too busy with his inventions, and there was no one else. I wouder at your goodness, that you should take so much trouble for a poor .girl, and that you should not be ashamed to be seen with any one so shabby and insignificant." Three other letters followed, telling the same story of a Sunday in the environs of Paris, of the woods and the river, and the rapture of being with him. Gradually the pen had grown bolder, and it %MS of love the girl wrote to her lover—an*humble, con- fiding, romantic, girlish love, which took no thought for the morrow, asked no questions, suffered no agonies of doubt. She wrote as if her happiness were to know no change— an if those Sunday excursione to pleasant places were to go on forever. She told him how she had gone to mass before she met him at the railway station' or the steam- boat pier, and how she hadprayed for him at the altar of the Blessed Virgin. There was more in the Beene strain, but later the key changed to saddest minor. "I know you Oah not marry me; indeed, I never thought or hoped to be your wife. I only wanted our love to go on as long as it could. I wanted it to go on forever, asking no snore than to see you now and then, once a week, once in a month even -,-ah, even once a year I could live all through a long dull year in the hope of seeing you for one blessed hour on New. year's-day. Is that too much to ask? You men nee guess how little would content me—anything except to lose you forever. The day that you say ao rne,`Good-bye, Toinette; we shall never meet again,' will be the day of my death. You are the better part of mylife. I can not live vrithOut you. I think Of you in every hour of the day. I think of you with every stitch my needle makes through the -long hours in which I sit at work, The sprig of willow you' picked ,v1 n we were in the boat last Sunday is like a living thing to me—as precious as 11 18 had a, soul, mod could sympathize with me in my love and mly sorrow." Florestan read on tilI the lent word in the la:3b letter. The later letters had a more berions tone and breathe the fear that her romance must come to an end. "It has beer: like e. dream to know you and be foved by you," she wrote; " but is the dream to end in darkness and the long, dull life that would be left to me if you were to go away and forget me I suppose it innat be so. I have been too happy to remember that such happiness oould not last. You will go back to your couttry end fall in love with a young English lady, aad forget that you over spent happy days on the Seine, laughing and talking with your peer Toinette. You will forget the arbor Oh the Wand where we dined in the twilight, while the music and singing went pasti as in the boats, while eve sat hidden behind vine leavers, and heard everything without beats seen. Oh, how sweet it was! I shall never sme any more stars like those that, shone upon us as we came from Marly one night, eitting aide by side on a bench on the roof of the train. I Wuxil never see the tiver 18 Perla witheut thinking that it is the game river on which our boat has eseasaaaekeel seeeteeeeeseeee for infants and Children. oalastorleis eortelladantedtochadreathat t recommend It azi superioreo anYPreeeriPtkel known to me." R. A. Anowen, at Dr, 11180. Oxford St., BroOkini, It Y. "The WS of <Castoria I is so universal and Its merits so well known that it seamen work of supererogation to endorse it. Few are the intelligent fanailies who do not keep Ca.storia within easyreaen." Gatuna Mewrrs, 0.0., New York City. Late Pastor Bloomingdale Reformed Church. 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(To 1118 COSITINVVED.) , Frightened To Death. There are Revered well authenticated oases where fright was the cause of death. An English surgeon tells .of a drummer in India across whose legs a harmless lizard crawled while he was half -asleep. He was sure that a cobra had bitten him, and is was too much for his nerves, and he died. Frederick I. of Prussia was killed by fear. His wife was insane, and one day she as. caped from her keeper, and, dabbling her clothes with blood, rushed upon her hus- band while he was dozing in his chair. King Frederick ienagined her to be he White Lady, whose ghost was believed to invariably appear whenever the death of a member of the Royal family was to occur, and he was thrown into a, ,fever, and died in six weeks. But perhaps the most remarkable death from fear was that of the Dutch painter !Pentmanawho lived in the • 17th century. One day 'he went into a room full of anatom- ical subject e to sketch some ekull a and bones for a picture he intended to paint. The weattier was very sultry, and while sketch- ing he fell asleep. He was aroused by the bones dancing around him and the skeletons suspended from the ceiling clashing togeth• er. In a fit of horror he threw himself out of the window. Though he sustained no serious injury, and was informed that a slight earthquake had caused a commotion among the ghostly surroundings, he died of nervous tremor. One Use For Wealth. Lord. Aberdeen is reported as telling the following story of hinaelf: He lefe Loedon at midnight in a sleeping -car for the north. In the morning when be was awaken- ed he saw a 'stranger opposite him. "Excuse me," said the stratiger;"may I ask if yon are rich? Somewhat surprised, his lordship replied that he was tolerably well -to -de. k 'May 1 ask," continued the stranger, "how rich you are?" "Well, if it will do you any good to know," was the reply, "1 suppose I have several hendred thousand pounda " "Well," went oh the Estranger, "if I were as rich as you, and altered as loudly am you, 1 should take a whole oar so as not to interrupt the sleep of others." The Reason Potter—"Ilello, Jones, don't you lanai that overeoate Are Worn long this seaeon ?" jones—" Yea," Potter --"Thee why do you wear iseliort one?" • ieriee.--"llecauee atn short." VARIETIES. The English lord chancellor gets $50,000 a year; the 'United States chief justice gets $10,500. A22,5 -ounce gold nugget in the shape of a horseshoe has been discovered at Har- graves, Australia. At the Bombay Zoological Gardens the skin of a sea serpent sixty-four feet in length is on exhibition. The art of bell founding is one of great antiquity. Bells were used in England long before the Norman conquest. In Australia horses and cattle are now being branded by electricity from storage batteries. The temperature is uniform and the brand safe and artistic. You would be the greatest man of your age, Grattan, if you would buy a fewyards of red tapeatnd tie up your bills and papers. —Curran. A Chinese paper says that Mariano Santa Ane, a native of Alba.y, who is 117 years of age, has just completed the long term of fifty-three years' imprisonment. The cross mark instead o fa signature did not originate in ignorance. It was always appended tosignatures in mediaeval times as an attestaticn of good faith. . A collection of Australian stamps has just been bought by a London dealer for $50,000, the largest price ever paid for a stamp collectioe. The collection was begun in 1872, and includes stamped sovolopos, postal cards and wrapped. Many hundreds of manuscripts have been recovered at Pompelii. They Were charred rolls, but by the exercise of patience and ingenutty some have been unrolled and read. Nothing ef importance has beet discovered in their contents. • Some curious objects heive been unearthed from Etruscan tombs, the use of witteh for a long time wen gonjectural. It was at length ascertained that they must have been the heads of walking canes probably belonging to the dudes of 2,500 years ago. Many razors have been found in the' ruins of Pompeii. They are of different shapes, 1 some resembling knivee, others beteg not unlike the razors of the present day. The barber shops of antiquity were also provided with bottles of periOnie and boxes of pontatum. A peouliarity of the blind ib that there is dela °In one of them who smokes.- Soldiers and sailors accustomed to smoking and who have lost their eight in acitieu, eon. tinue to smoke for a eriort while, but anon give up the habit, They say it givee them no pleiteuro when they ersti not eee the smoke, The United State bah not a.partioularly large military establish tnent-;-,nt fact, it is regarded as meagre for such tin extensive territory, neither has it many posts from 'Which the the 18ealutod at morning and evening, SW it f:Obtri t traveres meet $20a 000 annually foe ammunitzon for the morn. ing andeveintig pen, wideh figns tat emu the expenee 0,b$54 70 fee eaoh of the ;305 Jaye in the year. •