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The Brussels Post, 1897-12-17, Page 2FOR THE THIRD TIME, WAFTER, II,-,Continu,ed, "Yhs, we Will or friends," Her Voice rose, her eyes Melted. Bat she eeld out her hand and lo ed him ateadily in the fame' walked inoodily along" tbe crowded We will part friends, Farewell' street for some svay, then sprang into o contiaulag the engagement; noth- ing but misery from a marriage. And yet, Heaven kilowe, I loved that girl!" Mr, Meals, put on Lis bat end matt dosed. his door and walired out lie George Wildair, You have deceived me more (meetly than Man ever deceived woman before, You Iiave bligbted, ray Ltfe yon have broken iny heart; but, as you say, let us part friends:, Fare- well, George -Mit not Eorever. We abell meet once more." , no wrung his hand, dropped it soddenly, turned, and was gone like a, flash -lost iu the bleak, wet, night; and Mr. Wildair was left staring aghast. "'Deuced odd," he muttered, at last, recovering from Ms stupor, "Has the loss of her fortune ancl the loss of her lover turned her brain? We shall meet once more,' shall we I hope not. Did she inean that as a threat, I won- der? By Jewel ru keep out of your way, letiss Vance, for the remainder of my mortal span, if I can." Through darkness, througb falling rain, through driving rain, Isabel Vance hurried honae. "For the last time," she said, between her locked teeth. "My old life ends to -night, my new life dawns to -morrow. Isabel Vance is dead and buried; a fierce •and pitiless avenger shall rise in her place. From this hour, let all wbo have wronged tue beware!" • She reached the house soaked', to the skin. She ascended to her own room, but not to change her saturat- ed garments. Deliberately she set to work. She drew forth her trunks, col- lected her clothes and valuables, pack- ed them eapidly, wrote her name and address on cards, and tacked them se- curely on. Then she sett down by the table, dropped her head on her folded arras, and lay there, as though she never cared to lift it again. All night long she never' moved. The rain beat and the wind, blew; but the storm in her burning brain; and bit- ter heart raged more fiercely still. Morning came, and with the first pale glimmer of tbe new dmy, she lifted her head, and showed a face so haggard and worn', eyes so wild and unearthly, that every trace of her bright beauty was gone. Two hours later, Miss Rossiter, de- scending to breakfast, tound Isabel de- spatobing her trunks tosthe station, and she herself in traveling array, waiting to follow. The haggard face and hollow eyes made Ellen Rossiter recoil with a cry of dismay. " Going I" she exclaimed. "So soon!" "The sooner the better. Good-bye, Miss Rossiter. If ever it is in nay pow- er to repay the many: good. turns you have done me, believe me, I shall re- pay them with interest. She turned and walked out of the bouse. Ellen Rossiter looked after her witb O shudder. And if ever the arohdemon: himself looked out oE two humeni eyes," sail Miss Rossiter, in o violent tremor;, he looked out of Isabel Vance's just' now. Thee girl has some awful cleed in ber mind, OD I'M 110 judge of faces." CHAPTER flI The July day had been intensely warm. All day long the London pave- ments had baked and blistered under the sun. Noise and war, rush and rat- tle over stony streets, under that blaz- ing sky, since eerly morning, until one's head throbbed and eyes and ears ached from uproar and glare. • As the temple cloak pointed to five• , George Wildair pushed away his thair from the table, where he had sat Melly writing Inc tbe past three hours, and O posing 'bus and, rode up to Hyde Park. He was in tbe eabit of p- ing there evenings to kill time and smoke a, dreamy oigar among the trees, This bright July afternoon the drives mid svalke were crowded ; Bril- liant equipages flashed by, filled syltli fair faces; dashing equestrians pranced gaily after; svell-dressed men end wo- men rambled through the eool paths, and loiterers reclined on the bencbes. Over :all, a sky or (needless blue shoneand in the west the sun was setting in a gorgeous flame of splentlor. George Wildair leaned against a tree, smoking his ceigam, Eine looking vvith lazy eyes at that spleadid sunset. He was contrasting his own hard fate, bit- terly and curiously, witb that of those fortunate people in the gay car- riages that rolled by, when a voice startled him out of his discontented reverie. "Don't tell me that this is George Inglis 'Midair, grown, so big, and so brown, and so bearded, and all in ten years! Don't tell me so, because I used to know him wben a great nevkwarcl hobbledehoy -and it isn't possible, you knowl" The voles was girlish and silvery, and the laugh which followed was sweet as a peal of musioal bells. Mr. Wildal wheeled round, and stood staring blankly at the pretty speaker. She sat in. the daintiest of • little phaetons, that was drawn by tsvo spir- ited, eam-white horses. She looked the prettiest a fair-haired fairies in her bewitching carriage costume, The blue eyes sparkled like stars, and en- chanting dimples chased one another over the rosy, laughing face. By her side see, an elderly lady, as upright, and stiff, and prim as the virtue of Pru- dence embodied. "He doesn't know mel" cried tbe little speaker, with a second, musical laugh. "See how he stares!. I declare, if the horrid creature has not gone and forgotten me in ten years es complete- ly as though I had never' existed, And we used to be so intinette-Damon and what's-bissname, end all that :- brothers -in -arms, you know, Mrs. Ster- ling." And then, like a flash, it all dawned neon George Wildair. Ten years ago -a little wax doll of a girl, with china -blue eyes, and tomboyish ways - six years younger than himself, and his pet, and protegee, and next-door neighbor. "Miss Amy Earle, surelyr he said, doffing bis hat and coming up to the pony carriage. "Can I believe my eyes? How stupid of me not to recognize you at once, for, exeept that youf have grown taller, you are exactly the sense as of old. This is a delightfut surprise; I sboued as soon Jewess thought of seeing- the Empress Eugenie in the park." Miss Earle laughed. once more. She hail &inching svhite teeth, and an exquisitely musieal laugh, and evi- dently made the most of them both. "I have been in London a month, and I have been looking for you ever since, arid asking for you, but no one seemed to know anything about the matter. I thought you half got mar- ried, or turned Diogenes and lived in O tub. Let me present You to Mrs. Sterling, my friend and chaperon, who has been tormented with me for the past three years, ancl is likely to be for three times three to come. My old friend 3,nd playmate, Mr. George Wil- dair, dear Mrs. Sterling." Mrs. Sterling bowed stiffly, not re- laxing into the faintest smile. But Mr. Wildair was not to be rebuffed. "The • name is a very familiar one, I knew s John Sterling once; lie was my most intimate friend at col- lege. He became a doetor, and settled down in the country somewhere. Per- haps you know hira?" The frigie face of the elder lady briglatened at once, "ohn Sterling is my son." she sad - bad a bettor right to it, time I." 1 eellioas froM her tial to nia betten- "Indeedl" bole, "Yes; is Miss Vance, she was new Mies Earle's dreams were ueually berited at the last nsoment, tbrinigh bright, but they were unusually bright to -Melt; and Mrs. Sterling eat up ins Immo caprice of tee old le dyes. She has disappeared, it seems, and no 005 BriOWB tc, tbe small tours, limiting to her eo0. anything of hewhereabotitsI have "He Is a Shallow, heartless, fortence r. tbrultlunobfind, her;"edeveorymefeins, itdvertised, and all, benterl and be will win bee, andraerry her• and erigleet her, and break her Mr. Wildair was looking straight be- Ilieonge, proeciaidsinexissilly, ftruirvnolionage hcohrildi6Rino: fore him at the yellmin ligbt dying oet n of the western sky. She le pretty and. she is tiweet, and pray?" he asked, nesient and trustful as it Mild Of "And wby do you wish' to find bee, three, It is a shame, it is a pity, and elim Earle tomaced at him in re, all your fault, you ungrateful, head - Pr ceohful surprise. sarong boyl Why didn't you roarrY " Can you sok 1 She bad a bBslarel knYwooud,Billigyilote' lovhboesne, wBeutwneore, yosut much better iight to this mon- ey then L Sim was: a nearer Wonid be Qubcotio-Mr, George Wil - relative; abs had Hese with Miss Har- dales oynical name, for it is the right denbrook for years, and bad been Istt ghoew.i..p..,.,..e vt.hieue; „yvoourdw; oushide brouglit up to expect it all at her not entrap her confiding youth and death. If Miss Bardenbrook chose to innocence; you would not be called a be unjust and wbimsical at the laet • momentthat does not alter el oe.. fortune-bunterl Ridiouloue, roman- , ligation, John Sterling told me my 1 tie twaddlel She will marry tbis duty plainly; he said I should be Wrong • George Wilda's, and be miserable all and oruel, and unjuat, not to share the rest of bar lies." George Wildair walked home through with her -to give her half. I would, too, if I could find her." the misty moonlight with the air of a conqueror, and a smile of triumphi "John Sterling was always a teifle Quixotic," said George, with' his orea- ch hie face. "How oddly things come about in ical laugh. "Very few people inherit - this world, after all," he soliloquized. ing this fortune, would take this VieW or, Miss Earle." volume -novels, five-aot melodramas 1 "Who says the romance is all in three of the case. However, it does you hon- . To think that I should becorne "My elm Le not Quixotic, Mr, Wild- ; roaster of Dorothy Hardenbrook's thou - air," stud Mrs. Sterling,with cold BB - 1 sands, in spite of Dorothy Harden- perity, "Ile is the most noble and high- minded of men," • Mr, Wildair bowed with his most cynical smile. "Not a doubt of ie" be tbougbt. i'It is so easy to be magneminaous and no- ble where other people's money is con: - earned." But ,aloud, tie blandly staid: "Your pardon, madam -I should know that. But, in these days of selfishness that kind of thing Is very apt to be mistaken by a very unappreciative world, for the wildest sort .of Quixo- tism. 'And so you have failed in your search, Miss Earle, for this disinher- ited damsel -Miss, how do you oall herr "Miss Isabel Vance; and so very •rose up with. an impatient oath. It my only son. Now that. you. reetillet I was in dingy little chambers where the I do remember Ms speaking reeyteivery young lawyer sat alone, and, the cease- often. I am glittl.-ta eake your to - less turmoil without was lam the roar quaint:smog -eft. My son's friende are of the angry sem. "Confound the luck 1" growled George 1Vildair, with a savage frpeehe "Is this infernal treadmlltslite to go on forever? Drudge; - -drudge, slave, ,eleereeefletter to be born a blackas moor, liou.ght and sold at once! From morning till night, week in and week out, tbe same horrible slavery for daily . breed and salt, and all hone of the un- • eedureble drudgery ending soon lost now. ' Tf that old spiteful cat had only made Isabel Vallee her heiress, how dif- ferent all might be. Life in that daz- zling fairy -land, whose highsvays are . paved with gold, a handsosee and stately wife, all the glory of the world might be mine, And now- and now--" He looked roend his dingy little Ilene with a wrathful glare on bis handsome face, and thing the parch- ment in his hand fiercely. to the other brook'a willt To Be Contanuee, HEART BEATS IN SLEEP. see - Why Cover is Necessary owing Hours of ttttt ben Why one takes cold easily lying down with their clotbes on, and why the ne- cessity of cover during sleep, is be- cause nature takes the time when one is lying down to give the heart rest, and that organ consequently makes 10 strokes less per minute than when one handsome a damsel, Ms. George Wil- is in an upright posture, Mutliply that dair, tbat I clout think you would for- be 60 minutes, and it is 600 strokes. get the name so easily if you saw her Therefore, in eight hours spent in ly- once, She was an actress before WEB ing down the heart is saved nearly 5.- Hardenbrook adopted her. Most eft- 000 strokes, and as the heart pumps ha,bly she has returned to her old pro- six ounces of blood with each stroke, fession, It is odd she is not to be it lifts 80,000 ounces less of blood in a found; perhaps she has changed her night of eiglst hours spent in bed than name, but I daresay she will turn up when one is in an upright position. promiscuously some day, as you did As the blood flows so much more slow - this afternoon. I searched for 7e0 ly through the veins when one is ly- you know, and couldn't find you.'' ing down, one must supply then with Mr. Wildair bowed. "It is too much extra covering the warrath usually fur - honor to be remembered all these nished by ciroulation, • years.""Ah! no doubt; but yon see I have a good memory for any old friends, par- ticularly one I used to quarrel witk every day. Look at that sunset sky - did you ever see anything more love- ly?" The steppers pranced gayly tbrough the broad drives; the phaeton rolled as if on velvet; the luminous dusk of A NAVAL HERO. Stoker Patrick lynch RION Life In an Attempt ea SIM Sliii111111.1C ill)1111 Beam by Scaidine„ Stoker Patrick Lynch, on the British Navy, has been awarded the Albert the delicious spring twilight . hung medal by Queen Victoria. Lynoh over the earth like a veil of sil- • ver haze. The young moon trembled was a stoker on board the torpedo do - on the verge of an opal -tinted sky, stroyer Thrasher, and was working in and the noise of the city came far and the engine -room when Use main steam - faint. 'pipe burst. Three ot the stokers were George Wildair sat beside the fairy killed outright, and four others were heiress, with the starry blue eyes and almost' scalded to death. pale aureole of golden hair, like amen in a delightful dream. Bedridden Has- san falling asleep at the gates of Dam- ascus and awakening in the princess palace, with that royal beauty bend- safety, he plunged into the, stokesoo(0 ing over him, could scarcely have been in the midst of the scalding, lalincling more deligbtfully dazed. An hour ago steam, and assisted Stoker Paull up the alone and disconsolate, he had been • oompanionway. Paull died he a few cursing his hard fate, and lot with hours, Patriek Lynoh sustained fright - one touch of some magio wand, he ' Eul injuries. sat in the princess' carriage, with the The Albert meda,1 is the highest aware pretty princess herself chatting deli- in the gift of Queen Victoria, for dis- owns nonsense familiarly by his side. tinguished bravery out of action. Pat - "And we shall expect to see you of- , rick Lynch is a native of Youghal, in ten -shall we not Mrs. Sterling?" were the County Cork, where his father is a poor fisherman. Lynch was on the companionway. at the time, and could have easily saved bimseif, but instead of seeking his own the words that aroused him from his dream. ''And to -night if you drop into the Adelphi, I dare say you will see us there. It is my old pet play. "The Lady of Lyons;" old as the hills, you know, but ever new. That deal, sweet Claude 1VIelnottel Oh, how I old. bachelor lobo is a stern ontio wish some delightfully handsome, and learned and eloquent gardener's as to all that regards a woman's get - son would fall in love with me, and marry up, "This was the reply- " Women me, as dear Claude did Pauline I It are endowed with strange vageriees- must be so nice to be loved like that, an• e d wl il extremely- rugtidietis—in and have pale -faced heroes going mad ..-2.-- .._ • ----milny ways they are very neglectful in for one's sakel" „ - others. Even the swellest society girl _"Ansee-rerlieliti•l"-raitiked Mrs. Ster- is aot as particular as to the fresh- -Eng in her most stately manner. "It's net Mosier, is it, Mrs. Ster- nese of her collar and cuffs as the plain everyday man of business; to ling? But then, it's true, and I don't change his linen at least once a day mind George; we're such old friends, isVab°f3egnitrastmli you know. And one likes to say whet With vrth slooraen 1.'tlisi°cliffwerent; °theyweill one thinks, sometimes." I inspect their collars and cuffs after a "I can quite comprehend the possl- i day's hard wear and decide that they bilit,y of going mad for Miss Amy , will de not recognizing. the fact that Blarle's sake," Mr. Wildair aid, in a if any doubt exists on the matter low tone -and the platy little heiress they should he consigned to the laun- shrugged her dainty shoulders. I dey without demur. "Oh, of (mime' You couldn't help I "Again, a man is much more con - saying that could you? And then I'm ' corned as to the state oe his shoes than rich; and men bays gone mad before a woman; even tho poor clerk este up now for less gold than my moneybags) earlier in the morning and wields the hold. I quite understand all that; I've , blacking brush himself. The woman had scores of offers; but to be loved I Will gown herself in Worth's or Pk - as Claude IVIelnotte loved bliss Dos- guinh latest oreation and forget to happelles, that's quite another thing, I look at her shoes; She is willing to con - you understand. I shall look for youI done tbe loss 01 ons Or two huttons, at the theatre to -night, Mr. Wildair." ' and tbe oonsequent baggy appearance George alighted at the corner of of her extremities; like tbe peacock, she Fleet street and the pony oar,,iaga , trusts to the gorgeousness of her plum- , age, and hones that her skirts will coy - rolled away. He went to hie chain- I bers and. made a mer all defects," ost elaborate toilet, : and issued forth under the eat:lamer -.. I starlight, an irristible Adonis, in a I B.T?ATING THE VATTCAN. dress -coat, and pale, tightly -fitting I e+ kids. The recurring indisposition of th ie ha sain raised the question of The first act was nearly over when Po na 1 - Mr. Wildair strolled into the theatre, 'Pope has twain raised the question of adn swept the house with his lorg- heating the Vatican, a problem whieh. MEN NEATER, THAN WOMEN? Are women neater than menl was a question recently asked by is cynioal HE IS TURNING TO CHALK, room Ritter or Eie Xenia nas `Whitt Doctors 01111 Caleheention, Freak Hitter, one of the oldest and best-known saloen-keepere in St, Louis, is turning slowly into ebalk. His remarkable wee was brought to the attention of the Soathern Sergieill and Gynecological Association in eons vention in that city, and' he has been visited by a number of the dele- gates, For the benefit of these doctors be traced his name 111 chalk by simply rubbing his hands against a table. Five years ago doctors told, him he would die slowly. Since then tbey have out off his left leg in eight °balky sections, and now pare of the right leg is like that of a statue, and the time is coming when that limb, too, must be taken away. Both of the hands are so affected that their 'me - fulness is nearly gone. The disease is called calcification, by Dr. Elisha Gregory, who pronounces Ritter's ease the most perfect, type of gout known to the savants. Ritter realizes he Is half dead, but views the situation with rare good nature. He bas amassed a fortune, and every day sits in his saloon watt:bine the crowds pass and teasing his pensive acquaint- a.nees for tbeir laok of good humor. i Dr. Gregory's diagnosis s that the calcification is calmed by the lime salts of the body entering into the gouty limbs, which are perfectly passive, and therefore, unable to throw off the accumulation, so that the lime drift is converted into obalk, the vitality in the passive limbs being so 19w there is no resistance. CLEANING FURS. end of the room. 'X was never boro for this life, and Pll not endere it muoh longer! Who is • that who says, All things are possible to the man who believes, in himself?' ".there shotnel be rich women in plenty, In these days of money making and speculating,' ready to exthange their yellow treasure for a young and hand- some hasbamd. Old or yowl& hand- some or hideous, whet does it matter, o that there is enough gold to gild the ugliness. By the wey," he broke if, suddenly, "I wonder what became of pool, "emboli" . He walked to the grimy window, and grind out moodily at the passers-by, . "NO One has seat heel 110 one has homed of her; she has disappeared as completely as though the earth had 6paned and Wallowed her up. Poor Mal T acted like a cold blooded seoun- Thiel to her; I dare any; and yet I don't 'snow,1 couldn't nastrey her; it was simply impossible. Ilathelor peeper- svith a dry crust to -day, ha e dingy restaerant, and a Petit &Meer te•mere ow ni lit at the A Iblon or Celt- 'erip-si 'is 6 very different thing from nintrimonial pauperism, with a, aLk1y wife end crying children, and the cut direet from one's friends in Bohemia. No, AM It was better! for Isabel, het. Mr "or myeelf, to ado as I did, Noth- ing but wow waiting cold baVe 10015 alweye mine." ; 'How nice!" aried Miss Earle, with sparkling effusion. "It's exactly like a play, where everybody turns. out to lie the brother, or wife, or father of ev- erybocie else! Won't you take a seat, George? Oh, 7 beg pal:deur I sup- pose. I must say Mr. Wildair, now." 'If you do, 7 will never forgive you.' Think it is the alit days over again, and permit me to nail you Amy," He took a seat by, tor side. and the high-stepping ponies rattled' off. "And you have left the country for good, I suppose," he remarked, 'and have pitched your tent in London per- manently?". "Oh, dear, no!" exelaimee the, young lady. "I sun only here a month, and don't intend to remain. We, came on business -I've bad a fortune left, las. hare been living in Cumberland. for the last three years, George Wildair started violently', ter? Did you know Miss Harden- )) 1 ?" "Slightly." He drew a long,,, hard bi reath of ntense surprise. "That is more then I ever dice then. nut, if you knew, her, you must have heard the name of the person • to whom she left her wealth, 1 pre- sume," "I did," said Mr. Wildair, still strag- gling with big surprise; "but I never dreamed that Miss /my Earle, of Cum- beriand, was the little. Amy I knew in London. And yea were Miss Harden - brook's eousiri?" ' appears, although I knew and turned very pale. "Whatl" he said, "are youl the bliss Amy Earle to whom Miss Dorothy Bar- denbroolc left her fortune?" Miss Earle bowed and smiled radiant- ly, "I have that happiriessi-but, goo& graelous mel How aghast; you, look! if I bad told you/ had murdered some- body, you could not weer a paler or more horrified facel-What's the Mat- nette. Yes, there oboe was so brightly sti far hoe never been satisfactorily solved. ere are no fewer than 11,- 000 rooms in the Papal Palace, and many of them never receive a ray of sunlight. Prof, Laponi, the physician to His Holiness, eas trjed by all the means in 1113 power to malatain a nor- mal temperature in the private apart- ments, but without effect, Mad they vernally much too cold for the daily di- minishing vitality of the Pope, An ar- chiteet recently submitted plan for distributing hot air all throngli the Vatican, but when the cost was men- tionede-411180,000-the Pope dismissed the subject with a wave of the hand. Y HONE T THE BEST LAY, The tramp at the back door is try- ing to ten the familiar gaunt woman Pretty, that it was a pleasure only to 'R look at her; the sparkling face, a,nd the pale rose -hued silk, and the pearls, and the waxen -white flosvers she wore all less fresh and exquisite than her- self. Many,. glasses were leveled at their box, some at the great heiress, , but more at the sweet, pure face and dainty little statuesque head. I • The cuttain dell. Mr. Wildair made big way to the box, ane was greeted ivite an enclienting smile. Ile took his stand binned Miss Earle's chair, , and whisperml sentimental nasal talk, I under fever of the music, to his heert's content. And Miss Earle deigned to , listen graciouSly to it all, and flutter- I ed her fan and played with her bou- quet, and laughed, and sparkled and I rethee pilly, if the troth reest ant; 1 and Mee. Sterling dignified arid tried totbing of the metter-hardly ever. kicked 0/1 ill chilling disailleViels f t, fel b se! 'rho play encled-Paeleine Was Mt II good eriough to Make mel her het/mead in the arms of her Claude, and. ies Tsn't rem:setter Bat it ween't alto- Earle, svoe satisfied, lifreWliclaiX geve, gether fair, either; for there was Mt- her ON MIA to het earriage, and !eft Other young lady, nearer relative, her with it promise te npoo the d tth e Of the WaXy, ja- whoeliVed with ber and who eerteiti y morrow, w n "The ancient idea that really pod furs will last forever is a fallacy, and toasty an owner of a fine sealskin jac-• ket or fine ermine cape will soon be astonished when she looks at her furs for the first time since their long sum- mer seolusion to find that they look very shabby after lying in a camphor chest for six months," says a furrier. "If a dealer has had Marge of such articles during the dr season they are kept in good condition, because he has every convenience for cleaning and taking care of furs. But if the owner has teken them into her own keeping she will no doubt be glad at tbis time to learn how her treasures may be re - 'wooled and mane to look as good as new. "Ermine and sealskin are best clean- ed with soft flannel, nub the fur de- licately against the grain, and when it has been thoroughly lilted and re- versed., dip the flannel into oonamon MUT and rub lightly any spots that look dark or dirty. Then sbake the goods well and rub the fur svith clean, dry flannel until the flour is all removed. "Sable, chinclailla, 'squirrel and mon- key skin may be very effectually clean- ed with bob bran, Procure a small quantity of bran meal and heat it in an oven until it is quite warm. Then rub it softly into the fur and leave the goods for five or ten minutes be- fore shaking to free it from the bran. "Mink may be cleaned and freshened with warm cornmeal, and, like the other shorthoired furs, may be done without removing the lining. But the long-haired goods are best ripped apart and freed from stuffing and lining. "Those who may not ears to go to the trouble of taking Inc garments apart will find that the simple reme- dies I have mentioned will go a long way toward making the jackets and capes look clean, even if not ripped apart," 1with heavy-boWee speotaelea that he is 111. I• To what do you attribute your uncon- trollable appetite for Strong drinkt Is it heireeitalie ; No, Mient, says Waggles, With a grin' of. relief; tis thirst. vouNi FOLKS. num. sTonx, As noon as the startling ory, "4. mouse, a Mouse" La raised, 1 atop, with all promptitudt Upon the seat of the neafest their, ;ad gathering my draO- WOMAN'S Glie3ITHEIE• he Clone to Regard she Gratuity as a ' There is no telling where ,0Weestitude begins or andel. there would be fewer good deeds done if everyone had it ohart of the beneficiaries' harts. Of (mune, We are taught to do good for the sake oris around nr, hold myself in read- of good itself, and are well oware, those knees for instal transit, should the of us who are not pagans, elide the wretohed little ,reuture, in search of eternal reward is to be C1011fOrred BOMB an ambush, da t up the leg of tbe time upon those who yield utseelfish (1114tr, and then, not finding me, dart down again', Many of us, prhapS, heve heard the story of the pal old Presbyterian di- vine who was thrateued with discharge and disgrace at the Meade qf his con- gregation for naming his 'wife, 'EFFICACIOUS PRESCRIPTT.ON. A lady who had suffered tor tures from a corn upon one of her tot's called on a professional chiropodist. He soon re- lieved her of the.hardened little offen• der -end. Teardes jeering him his fee, slati thanked him beartily, "Please tell me, dootor," she said, "bow I can prevent another one com- ing in its place." " Well, madam," he replied, after a moment's reflection,. "I am doctor en- ough, perhaps, to give you a prescrip- tion that swill always prevent a corn from coining." Re Lore a leaf out of a note -book, wrote a few words upon it, and handed it Lo her. It read: " Looshoo, Apply ones a daw." " You can get it at almost any place," he explained. " There is no Marge. You are welcome," After inquiring in vain at several drug stores for " looshoo," she showed the prescription, to a friend, who stu- dMd it it moment and said: "Why that is plain enough. It means loose shoe " • The prescription was tried, and prov- ed effective. ministrations to God's poor. But our very education from ehildbood indulges that instinct tb be good. bectuse---. So that: when sve hey° done what we cone elder a trifle more than our duty, al- though when we are hard pressed vvet admit to our pastors and spiritual masters that the needy are really our "But I never Mused her," said the sistoeished husbael, and - "Re never did" exclaimed the in- dignant wife. reverted, La a 00 ain night when the Daps there is no fate sterner than that blind, unfort Imo ly, not having been With grim Inc reality the mousers mnanwinthaesbeteg ?:,h0ajvVoclinbitrtbemoat 11 drawn, several o his people, deeply gees repair with their re vellte: osvtia9V.E. shocked, bad beh id their pastor be- vices, moneys, sustenance. There is rr,salary attached to this idyll ensue laboring his wife eth a broom handle, ' plo ed, just as Again indigni .t denial rose to the chargers arid the main spiritual test of our charity, we are never quite ready to accept the eebufr of thank- lessness and ingratitude that is usu- ally the portion of the well -doer. Per - lips of both, but 4idscaroely died away, when the wile led, with a merry laugh and a viikt blush: " 0 eohn, the mouse -the MOUBB in my hoop skirl!" Matters were soon explained then, amid much laughter and restored good: will, but the moral 18 plain: Bled this brave little woman not neglected the ordinary precaution her eusband would not have been pieced in this very dis- t ough there were, with 0 her unsat- isfactory conditions attaehed to the office. If the charitable man or wo- Man, who has been so unfortunate as to wear the reputation he or she hare earned, deolines to assist a polite hog - gar he may count upon vituperation and AN INJURED REPUTATION. within the s'ennight; which points a. moral to all benefactors, Blot: to let the rigbt hand know, eto., and impress n 0 upon your friends that you are not egareoewaebyleer,tliatli andchiagea rromrilyh ngpt o tgl o trio. so good as you're painted. No one, will ever find you out, trona any reports do with my story, which is about a originated by the reoipients of your ' young gentleruan who was very fond of ridiculing women. Their vanity, idle- ness, selfishness, foibles, and weak- nesses of every kind, were very plain and open to keen eye. We usually OFFHAND SLEEPING. A. gentleman, over 60, says: " out- tivated the habit of sleeping offha,nd when I was a youngster," he says, "and have kept it up ever since, X don't go to bed or lie down when I want a nap, but as soon as I beet drowsy, I put (lay elbosv on the back of my their, rest my head upon my hand, and go off sound for Live minutes. When I wake up I am in first -elites trim again. I have got so used to that way of nap- ping that if I lie down I am wid,e awake in an instant:" THE BICYCLE AGII. The new village minister was making a round of calls, on his bieyole among good deeds. This little preamble was inspired by, several stories that have come to the writer direct from ono of the noble 0)0 women of God's fashioning, whose U fInd svhat we are looking for, do we la devoted to the pursuance of all good. not? For plain or aging WOMAII IMMO For some mopthe she has been Inter- mediary in, a, little matter of $5 which nothing but the most contemptuous epi- a worthy individual instruoted her to, theta was to young and pretty ones he referred la terms even more often- place Bitch month where it would do most good. There had been for sive 1 some time on her hands a woman with Woman's horror of mice afforded him a, whole series of standing jokes, the versemention a tile nasty little anirael several children and a siok mother, so she appropriated the money to their ` use, that amount payingbhsir rent. As would provoke sone grave asseranee, usual, last month, liss — mailed tae such as '110 danger, ladies -chairs en- 66 to the svoraan, but to her surprise oiler to 'go rouna, I believe." reoeived a call a LBW days later from "ru pay him up for it," I declared, this beneficiary, requesting the usual . " Nonsense, Minnie,' said mother, - e ,, • • was uSUSUrlaTiStd6' VS savagely to brother Bob, who, I fear, 1,5.0tilPletla yrTss S -t -h -a nest d enemsuamount. "it's very rather enjoyed my righteous anger. ' ' strange, rephed the Ingrate, "because gently, "700 should not vex yourself so about 'trifles, my clear. Poor Perot- I should have resolved it if you had mailed it. I think you ast be mias val has no intention of offending any- taken." Miss 8— assured her that m body, he merety Mabee to be funny, she had done so. "Well, I've moved and does haot pauskto consider whether since last month, but I left word to his fun is agreeable or not." have any letters forwarded to me; and " Mother," I answered hotly, "you they would certainly have done so had ought not to take Ms part. He calls you you sent me that money. I think that 'tbe old woman,' and he told Will Wit- person who gives you the money fer son he was terribly sold the other eine ouglit to know about it." Miss night, when he mamba to see the girls, 1 8-- almost choked. with wort! firation, who were out, and re enticed esw„ ins', but foolishly enough, gave her a $5 to spending an hour with you. Ypu ; I ; which she could ill afford, and the farmers belonging to his church and living in the outlying country dis- eriots. As he wheeled, into one clooryard his parishioner omen oiti, to greet himwith hand extended, s,nd exelaimed, as the pastor dismounted, "Wby don't yot get one of them tantrums, 00 ybUr Wife can rider AN UNEXPECTED EFFECT, T did not sloop a wink last night, Sail. Goba,ng, A, neighbor kept Me awake With his infernal resists, Wbat Was he doing? asked Ukerdek, Putting a carpet down? No, Ile was trying to pet his baby to sleep by singing, were a dreadful old bore," he said. toll ller she would look into (he other I was sorry I said thee than, moth- I matter. • The letter was found at the hought post office and delivered by the post- er's sweet face flushed so. I tshe would be above caring whet he said. I man with an explanation. whereupon beat But still, a gnat new sting a giant, , ftriTen7""ni caanilledgiaztaitishem linon00.14er Was I know. ' traced," sbe sa1;1, "bet'ause it raisee all " Will Wilson should not have 10- suspicion against. yourself. AB to peated that to you, and you should not tbat $5 bill of yours, I needed acmes have told. me, nay dear," she said, as thing, so had it broken ; but bore is gently as ever. I try to be kind to s_saw what isi1 left."hi womanThetistondiesphoestill;taMi poor Percival "-nice her always sala "5001 Perotval "-" because hie mothber ange on the t bis and walk out. was a very dear friend of mine, tine had she lived he wouli have been a very different Md. But he is quite young yet; he will do better by-and- by.." . „ story of the deadly upas tree of Sawa, r'rIrosnaltield,PutiMn Bieh holir aanlet Vaisdamosu'r of which it was at one time said, that plans. I to merely approach it was certain We were going to have it little par- death. This; story was treated as an by in honor of my birthdo.y. Many nice absolute fable, but now it seems us people were to be there, and sotne who if there was actually some basis of real were net so very nice, that is to say, feet for B. The ups tree is a real we invited Peroival Vane. tree, and. a very big. one. 10 the old . Mother welcomed hits as warmly as , trees the bark is over an inch thick, she did everybody else. We think she and full of a thick, milky juice, the is always a perfecti hostess, as well as ' merest touch of which upon the skirt O Perfect mother. Her presence alone produces a most painful and irritate is enough to secure a pleasant even- ing rash. What: is more, a gas arises ing, and we were bowing a delightful from this juice which has a most rots - time, when "4. mouse, a =nee I" Bob onous effect upon any one near it, 11 shouted, and "Chairs, lo,dies dales I" is sometimes used by the natives for cried Percival., "Don't disturb your- satisfylop; private revenge, for a eup selves, girls," said 1, cooly, prolueing of it hidden in the room of a slee;er the poor, frightened little creature, produces stupor and eventually death. whith I held firmly by the tail. " A St: 11PRTSP TO HER, beve had but ono idea, since we civat's coat, He sbutidered and turn- met a few ahort weeks ago. ed. unmistakably pale as mousie thrust She -I stmet give you credit for timeta- ble cold nose under his romt collar, er mentality than I had suspected, "1 say, Minnie,, you know, his tail, might break, or you might let go," ITNACCOUNTART,E. he" artiel, Well, iyhat .if 7 del You're not Johnny-Papie there's one thing afraid of a mouse, are y„„ ?" And T abenteethene.,se 1(11* eteries th" seems die let go, as he had fearth ed, and e 0517e--- motco ee, of urse, sought voncealment Pana -What is that, johonyr Lha f airy ;maimed and squirmed alient like tun- pedopCtrint)o.-1\n\chaskile"tUir. re wishes, • never wish for a wheel. 'InTrihiesn srlitehintri began for Pheeival THE DEADLY UPAS 'fREE. Most people have at least heard the really is a very pretty little enamel. Watch bow gracefully he plays." Ana I placed hi» upon the alioulder of Per - am°, v„, Ile mothei hare -eel over lien, dietressed theteteet could tie help him, FORESIGHT but 'whet coulrl'elve do in so desperate , CA Oh, how we all imighed I You have besely deceived me ; you M. es never before 000' thee, and "poor you. Laughea tteorld tinhaotw3h,oeun shmand rnmitoin•roiyed neloyinciliaigught0- Percival." snatching his met and hat Well -T meant the Money 7 would rushed•Out of the house, eel down the get by marrying her, strweeeedindrenuoset maeleulhianlierar a knig Limo atter that, and when h eo did appear, 1. mother .alked to bitti as kindly as hie; therenlis1771t11-11141eGISP1A081111.71 awerldi 1 own mother might have (lone, apolo- 1 hate, Bahl the proud plutoorat, it is be - geeing for tbe tick her weighty daugh- ing , patronized. ter had Plare'l• but telling Min, too, I l'here's nothing I like bettme said just iilainly, ot the ninsw little ways I his aetputintance, who keeps' the oors in which he had provoked enr resient- ner grocery.' r"Tigt e. thanked her for her fra nknesis and admitted lie 'Mater ebb nas the beet , tells they THE REAL REASON. friend he had in the iroelti, old begged Were you. beaten for that oflico by her forgiveftess, tho use of money, Medley? And mother, wieh her sliver hale, and No. sir' The whets tr°111lie was 1'191 [her sweet, bright smile reroneod so we didn't use enteigh money, generously, iluit 'Pereivel sew to love ;her likci a son, 'and so imprevell In ev- ery way •ths 1be harl Pause for geese- ful remembrance of the mese .8tOry Which be woe neVer known In znyteail ORIGIN 06' PEACHES, . The peash was originally a poisoned al mon 1. 'remise I a 0 tel ion and cult: ro- 1 tion have mit only removed itspOiSOTL- Mg Seena Name what, 700 (00111 Ilia IN AND OUT, Are yeti going to write shoo, tells --- , delicious fruit wo now enjoy. ous eunlities, hut turned It into the A CRAFTY 'YOUNGtypie • °Iielet'nlae?asked little °evil Geeeern Maid -Miss Creases instructed Me te . ofollfeentrinrys073,1,0toprientetneborti.m. tell you, air, when you called nemin, alink that she was not he ef hie ether '1"(lYe. alla i'le to give Collet lluirodr-Postel That means papa to 'mail 190 , thal, 1 an out mood. .t to