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CHAPTER I.
"ToIOSo ayp5 OF MIL"
"Veleta, sweet vi'lete, ouly a penny a
bunch, lror feed's sake,sir,do buy a bunolt,
pleaded a childish, treble voice at dark
Deloraine's elbow,ae he descended the step
of the "Pall Mall Restaurant," where lie had
been dining with noire friends, and button
ed Iris ureter closely round him to protect
hinneelf front the bitter northeastwind that
swept through the streets,
The speaker was only a poor tittle Street
Arab, Lour -headed, bear•faoted,'clothed in
tattered freak, which left her shoulders and
amus uncovered, Long elf locks streamed
down her book, and in spite of dirt and
starvation her features, though pinched and
' wan, were refined and delicate.
Deloraine, who was as liberal a man as
ever lived, thrust his hand into the
pocket of hie ulster and pulled out
some Loose coppers which he flung to the
little girl, taking in return the bunch of
white and purple blossoms, which she o60r•
ed him.
"It's werry hard to live, air, and
thank'ee," exclaimed the child, lifting, as
she spoke, a pair of the most exquisite eyes
in the world to Doloraine'e face.
He started as if he had been shot as he
met the gaze of those childish eye=,
and, turning aside, hurried down the
steps and moron the pavement to the
hansom whioh was waiting for him,
and giving the address to the sleepy cabby,
flung himself back in the vehicle with a
muttered exolamatiouof surprise and agita-
tion.
Hie fashionable suit of chambers was
soon reached, and his attentive valet step.
ped forward to take his master's coat, to
wheel the easy chair closer to the blazing
Ore, and to set the spiritatand and box of
Cigars on the Chippendale table by Deter.
sine's side.
"You oan go now, Austin," eaid his
master. "I shell not require you again to-
night."
As the man bade his master a respeotful
good -night and noiselessly left the room,
beloraine mixed himself a glass of grog, lit
a cigar, and, leaning back in his chair,
relapsed into a reverie. It was the daint-
ieatimaginable thing in the way of a sitting.
room, this bachelor drawing -room in Mar
Deloraine's chambers. The oak panelling
was a delightful background for the Veno.
tiau mirrors, shelves of exquisite old china,
riohlybound books, bronzee,braekets,ahoiee
hothouse flowers and water color drawings
by the most famous artists of the day.
The three ta.l windows were hung with
curtains of nage Breen velvet, and the
black and gold furniture was covered
with the same costly stuff. A carved oak
buffet was loaded with some huge gold
salvers and racing oupe and tankards. The
room was lit with a profusion of wax can-
dles—Deloraine abominated gas—and a
splendid fire blazed on the wide hearth,
by the side of which sat the owner of this
pleasant room—a tall, dark, weary.looking
man about forty years of age, with a tired,
dissatisfied expression in his deep eyes and
about the curves of his proud mouth which
told a tale of suffering and sorrow—met,
and'perhape endured—not too patiently.
While he smoked his cigar and gazed
with a dreamy look into the red heart of
the glowing fire his thoughts were busy
with the almost forgotten past whioh had
been recalled eo painfully to his memory
that night by the eyes—so deeply, darkly,
beautifully blue—ot the little flower girl.
"Good Heavens 1" he said to himself,
" how like she is to Kate, I have never
seen so wonderful a resemblance ! What
a fool I must be when a pejo of blue eyes—
a chance likeness—ehouldiiiliave power to
move me in this way ! 'Poor Katie I"—
with a bitter, restless sigh—poor, foolish,
jealous girl I I wonder what has become
of her 1 Ali, the wine of life has never
had quite the same flavor since she left
mc,"
And Deloraine drained his glass, and
quiokly refilled it, striving to drown
reoolieotions—perhaps remanse —as 00
uneasy u man has done before, in the cup
which, if it cheers, moat certainly inebri-
ates.
'" Plague on that child, with her blue
eyes and her violets," he exclaimed, as he
set down hist empty glass and lung his
cigar into the grate. " She has brought
Katie into my mind tn•night, and Ithought
all that folly was over and done with. A
villa in St. John's Wood, a brougham and
a ' tiger,' sealskin and diamonds 1 That's
been the end of my Katie, I fear 1 Height)!
I'm nick of Loudon, I'll be Otto the Abbey
next week and have some trout fishing. By
Jove 1"—as the eilvery tones of the time.
piece chimed the hour—" It's one o'clock ;
Pll turn in now and forget all the Lolly of
whioh that obtld eoatrangely reminded me,
in a uoud might's rest."
Midnight in London 1 A bitter north.
oat wind blowing though the streets, and
a shower of sleet falling sharply on the
pavement. Overhead the bright stare were
glittering in the steely blue heavens, and a
young crescent moon was slowly rising over
the tope of the houses. It was toward the
end of March, and the London season was
at its height. Carriages rolled through the
streets eouveying their oeoupante to every
description of gaiety, frivolity and vice.
From the doors of a splendid mansion in
Belgrave square a striped awning stretched
acrossthe pavement, and several policemen
etood by in prevent any one from crowding
too olosely upon the exquisitely dressed
women and high bred men who were
entering the monsfon • Huddled up against
one of Lha pill.rs of the portico was a little
girl, weary, hungry and ragged, who cow-
ered there for elicitor from the stinging,
eleety shower, which stung her bare shout -
dere and thin arms like whips of steel, She
had a basket half full of sweet Spring vie.
lets and delicate primroses in her nand,
which even up to this late hour she had been
endeavoringtosellinthe streets, Poo ehildl
a few pence, bid up In the corner of her tat.
tend pinafore, was all she had gained, and
With a heavy heart and hitter tears she
stand looking at the dainty, silken -robed
and jewelled women who were naming into
Lord Craven's princely mansion. In the
far-off pest she could remember a woman,'
as yomg and beautiful as any of Chao gay
company, bending, with sweeping silk
garment0 and gleaming jewels, over the
laon,tritntned not where she had lain, to.
kiss her goodnight before joining any
ante of revelry. But that. wee leng ago,
and poor Hilda had known nething but
poverty and sorrow for half her young life.
A policeman, spying her hiding place, told
her in rough tones to move cls, and the
child wee about to obey him when she
°aught sight of a gentleman leaving the.
house, 10 whose stalwart figure and . dark,
proud faoe he recognized the gentleman
who had giveu her many pence on the pre-
ceding evening for a single bunch of violets,
The poor, friendless little thing felt ahnoet
as if she had found a friend, and hurrying
after him and thnidly laying her handupon
his arm, she implored him to buy some vlo.
lets, for " mother's i11, and I don't know
what to de," oho sobbed.
Mr. Deloraine turned hostily to oanfeent
the child, wh000 marvellous eyes hod
awakened 80 many bitter memories fn hie
heart the night before.
i1 It must bn fate," he muttered, then
added, aloud " What is the matter, my
child ?" for Hilda was weeping bitterly.
"Mother's ill," the replied, lifting hor
;eyes, like violets drenched with dew, to
Mark Deloraines's face,)" and the landlady
aaya 1f she doesn't have a dootor she'lldie,
and, oh I I cannot get one tonight, 1 have
uo money,"i ebbing as she spoke,
"I wtli go with you," returned Delo•
rain°, in a voice whioh trembled In spite of
his efforts to calm lnmaelf, " and we will
see what can be done for your mother.
Has she been ill long ?" he added as the
driver of the cab he had hastily signalled
drew up to the pavement. He opened the
door end bade the child enter, pausing
ouly to give the address Hilda had given to
him to the oshman ere he followed her.
During the short drive he heard all the
poor child could tell me of her brief his.
tory. Her mother had earned a bare ex•
istence for herself and her child for some
live years by singing at one of the music
halls with which London abounds ; a say.
ere cold, ought the preceding Autumn,
had settled on her oheot, and for many
menthe she had b.en too ill to leave herbed
They had lived for some time upon the
money gained by the sale of their clothes
and furniture, and no it was evident,
from the little girl's artless narrative, that
starvation was staring them in the facia,
unless speedy aid arrived.
(TO BE OOv4ISYEn.)
ONE GOT WORK, THE OTHER A WIFE
Two Tales or lteinrn!iuthle Honesty in
I,,II, and the Rewards that Were
Conferred.
' According to a Paris paper Louis La.
°erre, a workingman without work, was
walking along the Pont Neuf when he saw
a soiled, dirt•begrimed envelope lying in
the gutter. He pinked it up and almost
fainted when he broke the seal, for the
envelope contained bank notes to the value
of 1,250 franca. Laserre had eaten noth-
ing since the night before, when he had
spent his last centime for a bowl of soap.
He had slept in ono of the night refuges
PARSQNAL POINTERS,
A Few neon Aboni ,Some of the Creat
yelps or the World.
Arthur Balfour, beconnug tired of golf,
hes taken to the bioyole, The Brinell
Parliament, it f0 eaid, le watohing,Mr. Dal.
four's oxperimente in wheeling with dope
interest.
Samoa np longer hat, (Marine for the
aged mother of Robert Louis Stevenson.
Ever sinoo the death of her son elm hoe
desired to return to her old eeennetions
sed friends in Edinburgh, Mrs, Steven-
will soon loeve Samoa, and will snake
a brief visit in London on the way home,
A Bunion oyoling paper reports that,
Count Leo Tolstoi has b000me an euthusi-
astio bicyclist and joined the Moscow
Cycling Olule. He rides for an hour each
day, accompanied by some members of his
family, who aro keen oyoliets, tee. Tolstoi'
le said to have learned the art in a very
short time. His ago is 67.
On hor way back from Cape Martin to
Farnborough the ex•Emprees Eugeniel,
obeyed for a- time in Pari) and-` drove.
through the Tuileries Gardena. No one
recognized the pale -faced lady dressed in
mourning as she drove by the site of what
was Duce the royal abode where she enter-
tained nearly every eovereigzl-in.Europe.
The engagement of .Mise Edith Rocke-
feller, the youuger daughter of John D.
Rockefeller, and Han old Fowler MoOor•
'nick, son of the late Cyrus H. MoQormiok,
of Chicago, is announced. This is another
match of millions oonfined wholly to the
United States, the Burden-Sloaue wedding
at Lenox tide week being the other.
Mine Eliza Wesley, the granddaughter of
Charles and grandniece of John Wesley,
died recently in London at the age of 76.
She was a ohureh organist, as were her
father and two of her brothers. Her father,
Samuel \Veeley, composed his oratorio of
"Ruth" a hundred and twenty-one years
ago, in 1774, thirteen years botore Mozart
wrote "Don Giovanni,"and while Beethoven
was a boy of tour.
Mout of the English judges have a pet
recreation. The ex -Lord Chancellor Hale•
Bury's hobby is sword exercile; Mr, Justice
Try's is botany ; Mr. Justice Hawkins' is
watching horse races and dogs; Mr. Jos -
tics Grantham's ie arioket-field ; Mr. Jus-
tice Vaughan Williams', diary farming ;
Mr. Judo North's, entomology ; Mr.
Justioe Chitty's, driving tandem ;Mr. Jus-
tice Wille', mountaineering ; and Mr. Jus-
tice Routers', training carrier pigeons.
Captain Gardner, who died at North.
allerton, England, recently, was a veteran
of Balakiavo. In the famous charge of the
Light Brigate Captain Gardner got as far
as the mouth of the Russian cannon when a
ball struck the chest of hie horse and threw
the rider into the air. When he recovered
he found himself across a Russian cannon,
He scrambled down and ran fora mile and
three-quarters through a storm of shot
and shell before he reaohed his comrades,
whioh Parisian charity provides for those
unfortunates too poor to buy the meanest
of lodgings.
Before he had time to thoroughly real-
ize, perhaps, that in his hand lay a small
fortune, enough to support him oomforte
bly for a year --he started on a run`for the
nearest police official, to whom he surrend-
ered the mot ey.
Such honesty is as rare in Paris as it
would be in London, and the astonished
official overwhelmed Laserre with prelims,
and ended by asking for hie address, so
that he might send to him the reward
whioh the owner of the notes would doubt•
less give when he should reclaim them,
"Alas, Monsieur," Losarre answered
sadly, ' 1 have no address to give you. 1
have no money endue home. Tins evenine
I am going to try to gain admission at the
Hospltelite.de la \uit,'
"'Very well," replied the yet- more as.
tonisheu official, "if the owner comas to
claim his money, I will send for you there.
Hold I You look starved. Here's a franc.
Get yourself something to eat." He held
out the onin, and as Laserre seemed to
hesitate about accepting it, said, "Ill lend
you this, and you can repay me when you
get your reward."
Late that evening the owner of the bank
notes went to the lodging house in search
01 the Hader, to whom he gave 250 francs
as a reward. Not only this, for generosity
as well as honesty is rare in such. case, He
happened to be a large furniture manufao.
turer, and as Leeerre's trade was cabinet
making, he gave him luorotive and steady
employment next day.
Another Parisian tale of treasure trove
has as different ending. The real names of
the characters in the little drama, whioh is
one of the most noticeable peculiarities of
the Paris press, are concealed in the news.
paper account under the masks of Monsieur
Georges N. and Mlle. Angele Y.
As Georges N. was passing along the Rue
Montmarte about dusk one evening he saw
a purse lying on the sidewalk, which he
found aoutaioed500 francs in gold. Georges
N., though not rioh, had a clerkship at a
theueand frame a year, and was therefore
in easy oircumetanres,irom a Parisian point
of view. When one piol:s up a puree,
"findings is keepinee," is the rule generally
adhered to, so Georges N. deserves much
credit for taking it to a (Jommissaire's.
There a young and pretty girl wan tear-
fully, relating how she had lost her purse
containing 000 francs in gold—all her sav-
ings, Georges N. asked her to describe her
puree and, as the desoription fitted the one
tie had found, he immediately restored it
to her with a flowery, complimentary
speech.
Smiles chased the tears from her faee,and
the young couple straightway became
oblivious 10 the presence of the Commis -
sake, she, iu lauding Georges's honeety to
the skies, and he in modesty depreciating
his virtues. They left arm in arm, and a
few days later the banes for the marriage
of thie young couple were announced.
A TatoSed, Snake.
The sailors of the Gulf of Mexico and the
equatorial regions of the Atlantic Ocean
ammo themselves, and also turn an imm-
aterial honest penny, by e0.ptnriog 'both
large and smallanakee of the variety known
as Om lemon boa and covering tl:eirbodice.
with tattooed lettere' and designs. Ono of
these living manuscripts wits recently ex-
Minted at Egyptian Hall, London, which
had the whole of the third ohapter of Gen.
ads 'arid some pieces from Punch totooed
upon: his back in indelible letters of various
colors. Thousands of thrum tabooed snakes
aro annually (Repassed of at tele de,7aneiro.
The buyore genorally kill theseanattos and
either ekiri them or preserve the entire
reptile in alcohol. South specimens are
highly prized by both European and North
American oolleotore of curiosities.
LADY AYLMERJ
OHAPTIIR li.Ily,
000800.
Ily diet of hard travelling night and day
Dick neoompliehed his journey home from
India in fifteen days—a short time ie whioh
to traverse such adisband* ; but oh, how
long it named to Diok'e onxicus heart And
feverish imagination 1 The feat P, and O.
boat seemed to be °tending still, the pas-
engo through the Suez Canal was madden.
ing, although they wentstmaighb through,
which was ae luoky as unusual. Then
there was bite seemingly endless delays in
getting off the steamer and into the train
at Brindisi, and when at laid they were
fairly off, the train seemed 'tocrawl along
nofaster than the boat. Yet, in spite of
all this impatient and vexatious anxiety,
Diok made an unusually quick journey home,
and in fifteen days from touching at Bom-
bay, he found himeelf walking along the
platform of the Viotorla Station:
It woe hard on the time of Christmas-
crowds of people were hurrying to and ire,
most of them with the busy and impatient
look upon their faces which oven the dull-
est persons generally assume atthe approach
>:f the festive season. But Diok did nob
trouble himself much about them. He had
very little luggage to impede him, all his
heavy baggage having been left in the
steamer to come by sea—in foot, he had
only his ordinary portmanteau andhis hat-
box, a couple of rugs and etiok, all these
he had with hint in the carriage, eo that ho
was almost the first' passenger to get his
luggage passed. •
" Cab, sir ?" asked his porter.
" Yee, hansom,' Dick answered.
The man. shouldered the portmanteau
and went off to the oab.rank, Dick follow-
ing ; but he was not destined 00 reach it
without interruption, for se he crossed the
less crowded part of the platform, he heard
an exclamation of surprise and found him-
self face to face with Lady Alymer.
" Diok,Diok, is it you'?" ehe cried, star.
ing at him.
Dick put out his hands to her. "Yes
Lady Alymer," he said ; I've come batik.
The widely aireolated report that Qneeo
Victoria proposed conferring the Order of
the Garter on little Queen Wilhelmina, of
Holland, is found to be entirely without
foundation. It was probably originated by
some writer who though tit might be a good
thing, and so aneouuced it as a rumour. It
would be an unprecedented act, as the
Garter has never yet been bestowed on a
female foreign sovereign, ann in no ease
would it be given to cue under the age of
18. The Queen Regent of Holland and the
Empress of Russia hat e both reoeived the
Royal Order of Victoria and Albert from
the Queen, but the Garter is more sacred,
and neither it nor any other are ever given
to children.
The anniversary of the battle of Water-
loo (fought eighty years ago) this month
brings out annually some new story eon.
noted with that mernorable event. Just
now a bliss Stuart, of Chelsea, London, has
Leen writing teat her uncle, Ensign Johu
Tmpett, was eke youngest officer in the
British ranke at the battle. He was four-
teen, and a cartoon of the allled: armies
entering Paris represents him at the head
of a troop of youngsters storming a oonfeo-
tionar's and looting Oakes and candies with
drawn sword. An interesting veteran of
the battle is a Frenchman named Vanoye,
who lives near Lyons. He is 102 years
old, and began work in a mill when he was
five, At 08 he was vigorous enough to
plant and cultivate his vegetable garden,
but an injury to his hip has stopped that.
Having grown tired of organ -grinding In
the streets of London, that eccentric noble-
man Viscount Hinton is now acting as a
showman to a kinetoscope entertainment.
" There is nothing haughty about Viscount
Hinton," Saye the Westminster Budget.
" It is an affable and condescending vis-
count who shakes you by the hand as you
enter the establiehmentand shows you how
to put your penny in the Blot. Of course
the thing is taking immensely in Leather
lane. There are comparatively few vis-
counts about this neighbourhood, and the
newcomer is regarded with proportionate
respect. And it certainly cannot be imputed
to him that he shirks his duties. Etery
customer that enters receives a cordial
welcome at his hoe's, while the duration
of his labours certainly exceeds the limits
of an eight•hnur day. But, for all that, it
is =tab better thee orgao•grinding, hesaye
—the labour of which, he explains, has
permanently crippled his right arm.
A Dream Verified.
A remarkable statement was made at an
inquest held in Birmingham, England, on
the body of a girl, named Rose Forster,.
which was found in the canal hear Spring
Hill. The deceased Buffered from the :street
of a fever contracted some years ago, and
since her attack had been particularly
alarmed by thunder storms, Dnriog the
storm on Wednesday week she left home,
ostensibly to visit an aunt. She did not
return, and the affair was reported to the
police, who were helped by au aunt of the
deceased, who related to 'them a strange
dream. She dreamed that while passing
the canal near Spring Hill she rippled the
water with her umbrella, and: the body of
the deceased 'donee floated on the surface..
She visited the spot the following morning,
and, finding the polio dragging the canal
in another part, euggeeted that they
should transfer operations to the part she
had dreamed of. They did eo, and immedi-
ately recovered the bedy.
A Fair Dlvfsfon.
Mr. Winterbottom.—Emily, the doctor
says all we need for these ,colds of ours la
whisky and quinine.
Mre. Winterbottom. —Opole, if yon
think you're going to got. me to take any
whisky you are much imetaken !'
Mr. Winterbottom.—And I haven't a
part!ele of faith in quinine, So I brought
them in eepera0e packages.
I'm in trouble—horrid trouble."
" My dear boy, how ?" she cried.
Dick looked about him, he was anxious
not to waste a moment in getting to Palace
Mansions. " You are going away," be
said, uneasily. " I am keeping you. It is
a long 'tory, and I am enxipus to get
home to my wife-"
Your wife, Dick I" oriel Lady Alymer
opening her eyes wider than ever. "Why
—but there.I won't keep you. Come with
tile, I have the brougham here, I've been
seeing Constance Seymour off—she has been
ataying a few days with me. 1 will drive
you where you like, the cab can bring your
luggage."
"That is. awfully good of you,' said
Dick. "I can tell you the whole story as
we go along. But first tell me where he
is`"
"My Lord ? In town," with a aignifi•
cant nod. "There is somebody, and 1
don't think be hoe been successful this
time. Something is goinf, on, and his
temper is fiendish, and I am afraid, my
dear Dick, he will take your return bad-
ly,,
"I don't think, Lady Aylmer," answered
Dick steadily, "that he will find himself.
in a position to make any remarks on the
subject. Then you don't know what he is
after just now?"
" Not in the loot. And I don't choose
to ask the servants, though I dare say they
know all about it," she answered.
" Then," Diok eaid, "I will tell you.
May I close the window? I feel the
change of climate a little. Thanks. Well,
Lady Aylmer, I have been married more
than a year, and he saw my wife, and—
and did her the honor to admire her. He
sent me out of the way to India, and look
at thie," opening his pocketbook and
showing her a scrap of newspaper.
"I have not hoard from my wife fo
more than three months, and then I found
this—a a pitiful message from her to me. I
have written, telegraphed, eaten my very
heart out, and he hoe stopped all oommuni
oatio0 between us. She is brooking he
heart believing that I am false to her—
who liveonly for her."
"And ttben you meet my lord—cher
will be a reckoning ?" Lady Aylmer said
inquiringly.
"Yes," auawered Dick, grimly : "ther
will be a reokouing, and 1 don't think'Lord
Aylmer will venture to question me abou
my return home."
Lady Aylmer drew a long breath. "A
to that, my dear boy, time will show. Lord
Aylmer is very fertile in excuses and it
audacity. He very possibly may coolly turn
the tables on you, 000 the virtuous uncle
and pat the better of you. Be prepared fo
anything,"
"He cannot explain intercepted letters
and telegrams," cried Dick.
"Lord Aylmer is capable of explaining
anything," Lady Aylmer answered with
conviction.
They very soon meshed the road in whioh
Palace Mansions may be found, and as th
brougham drew up at the entrance to th
buildsug,Lady Aylmer uttered an exolama
thou of ourpriee. "51y dear buy, you wil
omit him in the oat -that le our carriage.'
The servants were huddled up in fur
over their gorgeous liverles,but Diok knew
them instantly. They, too, reoogoize
Lady Aylmer, and touched their hats,
Go straight fn," she said. " Which
are the winrlowa?"
"To the right of the door," Dick ons
wered.
They were scereely an instant, and Diok
foie in his pocket. 1 took my latolt-key
by accident, he whispered. "I littl
thought I should' find tt so useful."
The next moment he had opened th
door, when Amelia Harris, hearing hits,
Dame cuiokly out from the kitchen, and
fell back aghast to see her ladyehlp end in
lords heir, Mr. Aylmer.
"You lime," said Diok, in diegnst
"Not one word—at your peril,"
"Mr. Alymer—my lady"—eho began
when Lady Alymer stopped her by a wav
of hor hand.
"Go back to your ltitohen;'woman;" nit
said, coldly, " Dick, is there any othe
entrance tothis house? No? .[hen loci
that door. We shall require that women
later, probably,"
She pointed imporiauely t0 the door nut
of which Amelia tied Net nems, and there
was no, oho!ce int obedience. All thio had
paeeod in u whisper, and Lady Alymer
eaid in the sumo tone t0 Diok, t' W hioh is
the drawing.room?"
'1 That -•-the door 10 esti oloacd,"
" Ie there oe sorean l"
1$ Yee,
"Push 10 open." she said.
And even as Diok cautiously did 50, they
heard Lord etyloner"e voice epeaking to.
seine one within,
"glut, Dorothy, my darling, my dear
little lave, do not refuse one'? Ie there
nothing Ikon do to propitiate you?"
Noll pg, Dorothy'e cad, soft voice re-
plied, "I wish you would go away—I
have mistaken you all along. I thought
you were 80 kind and good and fatherly ;
but I see my .fnieteke now. I suppose I
ought to be angry with you, only it seems
ride:ulotta to be angry in that way with an
old gentleman like you."
1 am' not old, Dorothy, I should
always be young if you eared for me," he
replied.
Oh, I dare say," answered Dorothy, 1r •
differently ; "but I am harried, and 1 am
very mfeerable.'"'
" Let me make you happy ?" he urged,
"'Could you give me the moon if 1 cried
for it?" she asked, with a soft norm "Do
not talk noneoense, Lord Aylmer. Go
Home and try to realize that you have
mistaken a good` woman and a faithful
wife for something else ; and try, to remem.
ber, too, that if you persist in your useless
attentions, you become my persecutor,
" I shall never give you up," he cried.
"No," said Dorothy, wearily, "because
you cannot—you cannot give up what yen
Wive never had. I am nothing, and have
never been anything but a.wieh to you, I'
never /Mall be—never," with a euddengnst
of passion, "Not if yon stayed on your
koeee from now till crank ot doom."
"And you think I 'shall take this an.
ower?" Ile cried, furiously.
"I am sure of it," eaid Dorothy, quietly.
"You cannot help yourself, I hove no other
to give}ou."
You think I will leave you—to go
dreaming on about the fellow who betray-
ed you and deserted you, who has left you
for months without alga or word, who
never even told; you his real name, who"--
"Married
ho"—"Married me," cried Dorothy, goaded
into betraying her secret at last, I am
Disk's wife -1 shall. be Lady Aylmer some
day."
"Damnation 1" cried the old savage in a'
fury."
"My boy is your hair, my lord," she
cried triumphantly,. "eo you seehow likely,'
bow very likely the other arrangement is."
Then she broke down and began to cry
ptteouely. flick went a step furtherinto
the room.
"Dorothy," said the old. load, "I begof
you not to ory like that. I will do any-
thing, everything to make you happy. I
will settle five thousand a year on you," at
which Lady Aylmer spread out her hands
expressively to Diak, for the old lord had
"cried poor'' for many and many a year.
"What I Still no ? Dorothy,be reasonable,
think ! You hove compromised yourself
with me—I have been hers coutinually—
my carriage stands at your door for hours,
Dick will never come back, never—I know
him so well ; and even if he did, he would
never believe you spinet all the evidence
which could be brought against you. Why,
think of your position now—you aro along
in the house with me, except fora woman
who is my servant—my tool. Your cousin
has gone away for two nays, your old ser-
vant is away, toe. At this moment you are
absolutely at my mere,."
" Olt no, no I" Dorothy cried,as if
struggling against him.
" Atony mercy," went on the wicked,
sneering voice, " and I have uo mercy"—
" Nor I I" thundered Dick, dashing the
screen aside. '
He had his uncle by the throat ere Dor-
othy, in her surprise, could gasp out his
name. " You scoundrel ! you villain 1 he
cried, and shook him ae a terrier shakes
a rat, flinging him backward . on to a
lounge. •
" My love 1 my sweetheart !" ha cried,
tenderly, turning to Dorothy. " I got
your poor little pitful message at last.
My poor little lova dear little wife, there
has bee nothing worse between ha than
that wicked old sinner there,"
" Dick ! Diok !" was all she could say.
During this, Lord Aylmez had very
carefully and tenderly gathered himself
together and got on to his feet, .when he
cautiously made his way in a blind Bort of
fashion toward the door.
Not so quickly, niy lord," said a voice
—one that he knew well, " you have to
reckon with me, now. I want to know
the meaning of the extraordinary proposals
which you made jueb now to your nephew's
wife l if you oan settle five .thousand a
year upon Mrs. Harrisyou can settle it
wMrs. equal ease upon Aylmer, and if
you wish to keep this morning's surprise a
secret, with all itapleasant little addit-ons
of -evidence, suppressed lettere, intercept•
ed telegrams, ]nes and dishonor, that is rho
price whioh you will pay for the privi-
lege."
She stood looking at him, a commanding
inflexible, haughty preaenoe, secure iu her
own rectitude and inher marriage settle•
menta; and for the Bret time iu Ma life
the savage old lord quailed before her.
" I—I—you've done one, allof you," lie
muttered indistinctly ; "' that little jade
the cleverest of all. But five thousand a
year 1 '- I'll l e"—there was a long dread-
ful silence; he caught at hie throat with
palsied fingers, started blindly round, and
fell backward on thelouore again.
Lady Aylmer was the first to reach him,
" Take your wife away, Dick. These fits
aro most distressing to see,"she said. "Oh,
yes ; ho has had them before—often. Get
me some brandy, and water ; but keep
your wife away."
She went to tiro window and flung it
open, "Mario,' she called, " tell Jones
to go for the nearest doctor at ono, and
you come in here. Your lord Is in a fit,"
" Yes, my lady," said Charles ; then
added to Barker, " Old codger in alt."
I thought there'd be a pretty shine -up be.
tween my lady and Mrs. Harris, to say
nothing of t:}roomootroad."
" Ah 1' eoitl Barker, wisely ; " it was
time my lady know what was a -going on."
Dr. Franklin was soon on the spot, but
ho only shook hie head and said Lord
Aylmer' had better be got foto bed at once.
"Very serious. We will try all remedies
possible ; but I must toll you frankly it f0.
a very grave nee,"
Yes, we understand," said Lady Ayl•
mer, calmly, "Perhaps for general satin-
faction we hail better oeud off, for our own
doctor; but you will stay and meet hire, of
course."
"Certainly, Lady Aylmer. I ehahl: be
meat happy to do so; he replied,
So Jones was sent off for Sir Verges 1lf,
fany, and 'Lady Aylmer rang the bell
whioh: was answered by Amelia Harris
who inked frightened out of her nuns,
"Oh, Dresser, eaid Lady Aylmer, epeak.
leg to her by her reel name, "I want you.
Come hero."
"Yee, my lady."
"I always knew that yeti were a thor-
ough!), nnpripoipled wemaa, said the lady,
coldly, "but I did not think you would
de"eoMndylady1" to stealing lettere."
"Not one word I' Lord Aylmer, you
see, has had a fit and they are going to get
him into bed. If you value your liberty,"
sigufficantly, "you wiil do what you eau
to make yourself useful."
" Yes, my lady," meekly, and with an
awful fear knocking ab her heart that, if
ehe was lucky enough to keep out of prison,
Lord Aylmer would doe and she would
never get afarthing of the money for whioh
ehe had risked her liberty --money by thie
time swollen to a thousand pounds.
Truly" a More mieorable -woman than
Amelia Dresser, otherwico Barris, did not
live i0 London town shut der,
" Dick," staid lady Aylmer, walking into
the little dlning.roon, while the dootor,
Marilee and Dresser were oarrtyfng the un-
oone0ioue old lord into Dorothy' bedroom,
' your wife cannot in any case stop here.
Oh I is that the baby ? What a love I But
tell me, would it not be beet for her to take
the child to Belgrave square? I suppose
you have a nurse, my dear?"
Oh, yes. Esther would make me have
a nurse." Dorothy answered.
e"'" Then just take what you are, likely to
want for the night and let the nurse pack
op a few things for the child, and take
her now, Dick. The carriage is still here.
Tell them who she is, of course ; and see
that they make her comfortable. It ie bet.
for for her to be out of the way of title."
" I would rather soup, Lady Aylmer,"
orled Dorothy. " Don't part me from Dick
so soon, for lie would have to oome back
here. I will abayinthis room. I will keep
quite out of the way,indeed.I will."
"Very well -very well," said my lady,
smiling.
She was very considerate and tender with
Dorothy, yet her heart was heavy at the
disclosures of the past hour. It' was a ter•
riole end even to an unhappy marriage,
and l.ady Aylmer, remember, had been,
married for love.
Well, that exciting day dragged Iritself
away. Dorothy would have Diok send off
a telegram to Esther and Barbara, announc-
ing his return home, For Barbara had
recovered very slowly from her acoident,
and having taken a ohlll whioh was follow-
ed by a0 attack of bronchitis, had been
peremptorily ordered off to Bournemouth,
whither Esther had taken her.
There was so much to tell Diok, so mooch
for Dick to tell her, and they sat almost
all the afternoon by, the Ore talking. And
Lady Aylmer kept watch by the bed of him
who had lived so wicked a life, and prayed
with, heart and soul for that mercy which
he 'bad never troubled to ask for himself,
and could'oot ask, now that it was too
late.
For it was to late I Lord Aylmer never
opened his eyes consciously on this world
again 1. For several hours he lay breathing
hard, and unconscious of all the remedies
applied to him, and ot the means by which
the doctors tried to arouse him from hie
stupor. All in vain l The life which might
have beau a noble one, but which had been
given over to all manner of soil,, slipped
away,and about 6 o'clock, while Dick and
his wife were still sitting by the Ore talking
with the lights turned! low, Lady Aylmer
came gently in. Dick knew in a moment
from her manner what had happened.
"Lady Aylmer, is it --
And, in answer, Lady Alymer took
Dorothy in herr arms and kissed her. "My
dear," she said, "yon are Lady Aylmer
now."
ITIIE Erin.]
COMPARATIVE NATIONAL WEALTH.
A Remarkable Development or Industry
and Wealth: On Ibis Continent.
Mr. Mulhall'° latest contribution in
statistics is a review of the power and
wealth of the United States. Much of it
is very technical in character and can only
be appreciated by the skilled student of
such literature. It shows, however, a
remarkabledevelopment of industry and
wealth on this continent, and in which
of course, Canadians have shared, whioh in
a few years, if continued uninterruptedly
will give Amet lea the greatest and richest
community in the world. Mr. Mulhall
first examines the material power by whioh
oommodittes are produced, conveyed and
distributed reducing the working power
of able-bodied men, of horses, and of atom
to what are known as foot tone. And he
finds the following advance in the daily
average tier inhabitant ; 1820, 440 ; 1840,
1,020 1800, 1,240; 1880, 1,045: 1895,
1,940. This latter figure is greater than
that apportioned to great Britain, whioh is
1,470; Germany has only 902, France 910,
Austria 560 and Italy S80. This superi-
ority of productive power in the United
States is making its influence felt in
accumulated wealth, which has grown,
acoording to Mr. Alulhall'e figures, at the
following rate, the first column giving the
total and the second the average per
capita :--
1810. $ 1,960,000,000 S 205
1840 3,910,000,000 230
1815016,100,000,0(10 514
1330 ., 43,642,08t0,000 870
1890..._. 65,037,000,000 1,039
It isinterestingto note, however, that
great a0 is the expanai:u thus shown, the
average ia still 20 per cent, less than that
of Great Britain, 10 per cent. lees than
beat of France, and a little less than
that of Holland. Itis noteworthy, too, in
conneotioo with presentday politi0al discus -
ideas, that the greatest growth has been iu
connection with urban production, and
that, aueonposying it, there has been a
steady and large increase in the wage earn-
ings of operatives, the rise being
from 10289 in 1860 to 5485 in 1800. Sum•
ming up, Mr. Mulhall says The
United Staten In 1805 possess by far the
greatest productive power in the world
that this power has more than trebles
since 1800, tieing fibro 30 :to 120
milliards of foot tone daily ;: that the in-
tollootual progress of the'nation to attended
to in a more liberal mannerthan in Europe,
and that the acauinulatton of wealth aver-
ages $7,000,000 daily." There is no Mulhall
oaloullation of Canada's wealth, but there be
roan for thinking, that it is not, amending
to popnlatione far behind that of the United
States, Very well qualified observerehave'.
held that tho'provioco of Ontario embraces
within its bounds' 01e best off community of
its size in America, whioh, evidently, is
equivalent to saying in the world. And the
rest of Canada is doing very well by all
mounts, If the United States passes the
mother lend in the average wealth.' of its
people, it will Sabi the British Dominiin in
America quite close at its heels.
Wife—"That's a per£eot dream of a bon•
net." Husband—"Yes; but I'll bet it 0000
a regular nightmare of a price,"