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CHAPT1rlt \XV,
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When 1 loft the parsonage the mesa was
rising over the coppice of Mich before me ;
a spray crossed it, and a few delicate leaves
hung motionless against the bright dusk in
the still air'. A few steps farther ou I be-
came nonseious of the sheep, honeyed scent
of sweet briar. 'Ilion from the lilac lttelh
at the bottom of the Vicarago garden a
nightingale purled out the first sad, long -
drawn notes of his song. Aly heart sank
aching within me at this appeal to my
senses. All tierce visions of it pitiless re.
ven ge died away, giving place to an in-
effalle feeling of loss aid regret. I stop-
red, wondering what it was that besot me.
hea I recollected that it was at this very
spot, by the stile on which my band lay
trembling with the return of a long•lost
emotion, that Reba and I had stood on the
first night she stole from the house to meet
me—when the moon shone, and the night-
ingale sang, and the sweet -briar gave out
its perfume exactly the some t1.1 now.
Why did I suffer this unemory to
shake me thus? Was this the stood, in
which to carry out my vengeance? At
this sato my been world melt and my
resolution go before ono supplicating look
from her faithless, treacherous eyes. The
sound of a sou, the sight of her tears,
would torn me from my purpose. 1 must
think only of her falsehood. She was lying
when she whispered " 1 love you." It was
apiece of seting whoa she clung to me as
if it were impossible to part. It was love
of herself, not of me, that lay at the bottom
of tint false heart. She was wearied to
death of the monotonous life iu the Vicar.
age, irritated by its rostriotlons. She be.
lined, with the foolish old parson, that a
great future was before me, that I should
obtain fano and fortune in London by my
genius. She desired a place in that greater
world in which I was going—saw in my
future freedom for hersoif, and the gratifi.
cation of her caprices. She feared to lose
me—feared that I should forget her, and
give another the place she desired.
That was why she consented to a clandes•
tine inarriago, and fell in with all the arti-
fice to accomplish it that was suggested to
me, Could I, without her ready negates.
cense, have proposed a thing that then
seemed presumptuous to lee? That it was
for her own material advantage, and not
from disinterested love, she had taken that
step, there was proof enough. WIth what
readiness had she accepted her father's pro.
posa1 to live with hint and her sister in Lon.
don; how jutckly bad she thrown oft her
simple habits and modest dress to play
the role of a woman in society, and
adopt her extravagance ! From the very
first she was a hypo,trite sad a liar. If I
had not been a greenhorn—a simple fool—I
should have known that she was deceiving
me by the consummate art with which she
deceived her guardian.
With these reflections I hardened my
heart again, so that the nightingale's song
made no more impression on it than the
crunching of tho gravel under my heel. I
wits ashamed of my feebleness, and recol-
lecting the nameless rimed with whiuh I had
avoided passing by the places that wore
once dear to me, I now turned my steps
that way, visiting one after the other all
the spots with which my memories of the
past were associated --stopping at every one
to recollect what had happened there be-
tween Hobe and me, and finding in each
fresh evidence of her heartless Bullishness
and double dealing,
"Now I am a man again 1" I said to my
self as I turned without a pang from the
window through wbieh I had looked into
my old workshop, marking the very spot
where I stood when she first came to seamy
work. I might have said, " Now 1 am a
fiend !" for surely no fled ever harbored a
more infernal hatred 11 a.h burnt in my
breast.
I walked along the London Road until I
oonld go no further, and then I threw my-
self down under the lee of it hay rink and
slept like a log.
At the roadside inn where I stopped the
next morning to eat, an old road map of
England hung against; the wall
of the par.
lor. "'Tor ILcY was markedupon it and
to the west of the road running from Exeter
to Dartmouth Haven lay a blank space,
across which wns written, "Here is ye for-
est of Dartmoor." The position of Teel -
stook and Chegford showed me whereabouts
Princestown lay—not more than twenty
miles from Torquay as the crow flies, I
reckoned. This suggesteda new scheme to
my mind that presented advantages above
any I had yet formed for the punishment of
my wife. The originality of the idea flat-
tered my inventive spirit; the severity of
the retribution gratified the craving of my
vindictive passion, At the vary first I
shonld strike tomer into the heart of the
woman ; the suffering to be inflicted after-
wards could be prolonged to the very limit
of human endurance, and finally elle cou'd
be cast off with IN burden of shame that she
must bear to the end of her life,
"That will do," thought I, cheerfully.
" It can't fail if I go about it cautiously,
and do the thing thoroughly. To begin
with, I must go to Torquay and examine the
ground." And with that resolution I start-
ed off with long strides for the nearest rail.
way station,
It was late in the afteruoon when Ireaoh•
ed Torquay. There was a crowd of well-
dressed people on the platform, I saw
nothing distinctly but the women's faces—
expecting in oath to recognise my wife's
features, My fnrtivo glances and wild look
ottraobed attention, I felt that every ono
observed mo ; mud hurrying out of the eta.
tion I took refuge In the first eating -house
I came to, I was not afraid that my wife
would know me, but .T. had reasons for wish•
ung not to be sear by her yet awhile,
' Do you knew a plane called the Henn'.
tage" I naked, when I was paying the won -
an for my tea
She shook her head as she counted the
corpora, and then turning round to at old
man, who set ab a table on the other side of
the shop, she Mid—,
"Do you know where the Hermitage le,
Mr. Brown ?"
"Tho Hermitage—why that's Captain
Stukely'e place up at Hadleigh. Thero'e
another military get got 11 now,
Him thatdrives that little " Victoria" with
the two brown oohs : the old gentleman with
the white moustaole, and generally got two
ladies with bin—you k,how; one's his
wife."
"What, her with bio pretty heir and
that dear little boy?"
The old man nodded and finished hie tea ;
then putting (101101 his oap ho told mo that.
I had only Logo straight up the hill till I
Damm to a hone standing in a garden over•
looking the bay—a house all minors and
sed brick—and that was the Hermitage -
1` Hermitage
ermitage,"Iiormitage 1" added he, with a roan -
tin stnilo, ".Chey do find some ruin names
for these new houses, to be sura ; what with
their Belvederes and their Uouhlseliers, and
one thing and another ! Precious uaeet•
hermit;tge where there's alway three or Four
servants kept, and visitors miming and going
ever' day."
"What is 0 hern;itage?" asked the
woman, leaning against the wall, and slow-
ly counting the coppers from one hand into
the other and back again.
"A hermitage," replied the mol, clearly
flattered by this appeal to his knowledge—
"a hermitage le a kind of a hole where a
to ,v!, tU alone by himself."
"What, like that Mr. Meaders, the artist,
up there on tho moor?"
" J est that ; only hermits are generally
pions ; and I don't think Mr. Meaders was
that, the way I heard him go on one day
when the wind blowed his umbrella up in
the air one way and carried off his picture
another. But a hermit lives like what he
did; all alone by hisself, where no one ever
goes, doing his cooking and house -keeping,
and all without auyfomale."
"Anel a pretty mess he made of it, I'll bo
bound. Why, what can a man do without
a woman ?"
' \Yell, he ain't math wne off than what
a woman is without a men, Look at Mrs.
Bates; you can't say but what she's gond
and made s pretty mess of it along of this
very Meaders,"
"'ain't see what chat's got to do with
it," retorted the woman, simply, resenting
the sarcastic lone in whiuh her own words
were used against herself,
The man pushed his cup away impatient.
ly' She wouldn't have got into no moss if she
hadn't been a widder," said he. " Why,
look here," he continued, addressing me,
"I'll put it to you, as a ratan, whether
she'd here made a fool of herself if she'd
had a husband to think about and look atter
her. I know all about it, for she's my wife's
sister -in -dew, though we don't, speak. Mrs.
Bates lives np here in Cross Street, and
keeps a little milk shop. She's got a nice
house of furniture, and lets apartments.
Well, throe years next September this
Mae -dere comes and takes her first floor as a
single gent and an artis' ; and a pretty
artis' he was --no offence to you I hope."
" Why should I be offended?" I asked.
"I didn't know but what you might be
in the same line yourself ; you've got a sing'.
ler look like what most artists has. How-
ever, there's some good and some bail, same
as with other trades, so you won't take my
remarks personal. Well, this headers he
stayed there six months, taking his draughts
of the sea and smoking his pipe as com-
fortable as could be. Then people began
to talk, thinking as he certainly meant
stopping on there for good. with Airs.
Bates. Whether he heard this, or whether
he found Mrs. Bates was getting a little too
warm for him, I can't say ; but this I do
know, that in the spring he made out es
he'd draughted all there was to draught
about Torquay, and he must go away where
he could draught something fresh. Well,
what does this foolish woman do thou, think-
ing
hiek-
ing she was going to lose him for ever, but
she takes and bailds hits a little cot hoose
in the middle of the moor, where he reckon-
ed to make a fortune draughtinq the tors
and the streams. There he lived, smoking
Ms pipe and painting This pictures, more
comfortable than 0ve•, where no Mrs. Bates
nor any one else was likely to bother hint
from one year's end to the nowt. He kept
a pony and Pm hanged if he didn't actually
ride over to Newton foe his booty and
whisky instead of oomiog here for it 1 Mrs.
Bates she stood it and stood it as long as
she could, and when, what with one rub
and another, she oouldu't stand it any long-
er, she took out a summons againet him for
two years' rent and extras. Ile didn't take
any notice of tlhat. So site had to go to
more expense and get another summons;
and lie didn't take any notice of that, At
last she get an execution warrant ;but, bless
you, when they went to execute him, all
they could find of him or his property was
the rag ho'd used to wipe up his mess of
paints. And now there's that poor woman
left with a cot house on her harms which no
one in the world is likly to see, let alone
rent, and a bill as no one iu the world is
likelytopay,and all through her not haw.
g
inga husband nd tokeep t from
usba l e her making a
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foul of herself,"
d
L'nt•ing the shop, 1 turned in the diroc.
tion lh man had indicated by a jerk of his
thutu ', and found Cross tarok, and a dairy
with lee name of Bates over the door. The
wvid00 was knitting behind the neuter,
" I nap told that yon have a house to let
on the moor," I said..
"Ay,that I havo,"she replied,laying clown
her knitting. " And a Mee little cottage
it is : neatly finished, with linen and every
thing necessary for a party who might like
a nioe quiet place out of the noise of the
WWII. I could let it by the month or the
season, if you wanted it for thealhooting,
now."
I told her I was an artist, She took up
her knitting with a regretful shake of the
head.
" I'm afraid it wouldn't suit you," e e
said. " I couldn't let it Wil bout
"If it spited melshould want to buy it
—cash down."'
" Bless you, site I wouldn't have said a
word about references if I'd known you
were an artist of that sort. As for the set.
tage, it's sure to please you. M y last ten-
ant was an artist, and he lived there best
part of three years, and wouldn't have gone
then if circumstances hadn't obliged him,"
" When can I see the place ?"
"To-Inurriwif you like, sir. Are you
keying bore ?"
No at Newton,"
" Why, thins I could meet you there. A
train gots in about half•past ten, and I have
a friend who would land me ills cart to drive
over rho moor, and his little boy to show
the way ; for though I've been there morn
than onto, I wouldn't undertake to find my
way to it."
I promised to be on the platform. at Now.
ton the next day when the train nano in,
and left her.
And now I sot out for the Hermitage to
find my wife, the palms of hay hands won
and cold, my teens oltattarntg with the
agitablon of my mind, jest as the feverish
expectation of meeting her h ,d alreatedmom
the old days when wo warn lovers,
The light was fading. 'fliero were but
few people in the road. After passing bio
last row of villus no one was in eight, Cont
ing to the top of thohit%, I caeght sight, of
the Hermitage below, a house of modern -
antique kited, all angles and red brick, as
the man had cicseribed He It looked pretty
enough an the twill ht, with the trees about
it, the elepiug meadow beyond, and the
palcll of him aura ascii thrnngh 1 he a oft of
the valley ; int h0W With it to bo approach.
att? It looked rhflieult et thet dike -nee, I
Wending bank a temple or hundred yards
from the road ; you, I di i not dettbt overt
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then that I obnul,l be enabled to nee my wife.
Ac .t i mts had favored nut already, and re.
vived the belief inpredestivatlonwhich had
veer,hsed such powerful influent)), over me
before. With a moat of blind enulldence I
denote:1 d the hill, and passed a gala with
en avenue l:e'youd, }which clearly led to the
Mime. A little fort her , n 1 stopped in-
stinctively before 0 gate. There was just
light enough to road on tho top tar,
" Private rued to the beach," Thut was the
wets' 1 bed to take.
Noiselessly I opened the gene and. slipped
through into the road. On the left was a
row of fir trees ; on the tivbt a shrubbery
marking the llemakeso grounds ; the road
lay in deep shadow. I walked along with
my eyes on the shrubbery, believing that
somewhere there must be a way for the in-
habitants of the house to go down to the sea
Presently I found a gate with an opening
through the shrubbery, as i expected. The
geto was locked. I climbed over, and fol-
lowed the path in still deeply shade, until
I name to a lttwu, and saw rho house right
before 1110
There was now just light enough todis-
tingnish the form of the house and its post.
tion, The fall of the ground, the narrow
space between the shrubbery and the build-
ing showed ane that T faxed the side of the
house, 'There was no light in any of the
windows ; nu oigu of living ereabire there.
But its I stood looking about me, like one
who fails to find something that bus been
promised, 1 heard a nailed sound of voices,
and the sharper elinlc of glass. Creeping
down by the edge of the shrubbery I reach.
ed a point that lhted with the front of the
house. Light Dame from tho rooms there.
1 saw it reflected on n table with glass and
a couple of garden chairs stood beside it on
the turfed terrace. The night was hot and
close, " Thoy are at supper to then," I
argued ; " the windows must open to the
grotmd for the light to strike the grass like
that." The sounds of the supper table were
more distinct. I started suddenly as if I
had been struck in the face, hearing a light
laugh that I knew was Hebe's.
The lawn followed the natural sweep of
the hill, but a terrace had bean raised to
forma level walk round the house. Its outer
edge stood breast high above the lawn. Bend-
ing down I passed quickly across the open
strip of lawn, and then skirting the terrace I
came round 10 the front of the house. A
flower bed ran along the foot of She terrace
creeping plants were trained over the wall
end up the open iron work above I knew
when I was opposite the window by the light
on the foliage.
With my hat drawn down over my brows
I slowly rased myself from a crouching pos.
burs, until my eyes wereabove the level of
the terrace. Aly wife was there, seated at
the head of the table, in the room not; more
than eight or nine yards from me.
Not for an instant did I doubt her iden-
tity. At that distance, in the soft Light that
fell upon her, I null see no change in her
Face, She was as I left her. " Sho can have
neither heart nor conscience," I said to my-
self.
There were others at the table. I heard
their voices, but I did not see them. liIy
oyes were riveted on her.
She sat with a listening attitude. 1 fancied
there was a smile on her face. She spoke,
but in too low a tone for me to catch the
words ; yet the sound of her voice was as
familiar to my oar 08 though the years that
had separated us wore no more than hours.
Presently I nerd a man's voice say
" Hero's the boy cone to say ' good -night."'
Then me• wife's fano lit tip as sho raised her
tread end looked acroes the mom.
A maid came to her side carrying is child
in her arms. Pushing back her chair, my
wife !held out 'em hands and tock the child
ou her lap. He knelt there and clasped her
about the neok, laying his cheek beside
hers, She held him in her arms pressed to
her bosons, rocking from side to side play.
fully for a minute, and then gave him up to
the nurse.
"Say ' gnod•night, mamma I"' said the
maul, in a olenr high voice that reached my
ear distinctly.
The child was silent, looking round
the table, and then hiding his face on
the maid's shoulder, She spoke to him
a sin, using the same words. The child re-
plied without lifting his head. The words
were inaudible, but they drew a peal of
laughter from those who heard it Clear
above the sound of mingled merriment my
wife's light iathgh rang out, It was to me
like the last maddening blow of the knout.
" Laugh well I laugh well 1" I muttered,
gr' lis+inY heelinto to the plants under
my toot. " Yeti will not l long lu
CHAPTER XXVI.
PREPARATIONS.
" There, that's the little cottage, sir,"
said Mrs. Bales, as we jolted slowly over the
rugged Inner.
Looking around I saw nothing but then.
dolating moor, the scrubby growth inter-
spersed with blocks of granite, with here
and there pools of water uonneeted by a thin
stream.
"Down there by the water against that
fine pile of stones," sho added.
Thus directed I made out the hut. Built
of grautte and roofed with grey slates it
was hardly distinguishable from the rocks
that sheltered it. I nodded.
"For en artist who is fond of 2,atnre,"
she pnrsned, " there's a plenty here to
satisfy him."
I looked about me again, with another
nod. It was desolate and wild 0000511 to
suit even my requirements, We seemed to
be at the bottom of an immense basin edged
with tors that touched she sky. There was
nota tree to break the monotonous sweep of
moorland, For best part of three hours we
lied been jolting painfully along a rugged
track, dant rho woman 'night well have
doubted her ability to foliose, without see-
ing a sign of human being.
' This is the garden," said Mrs. Bates, as
the cart drew up before a ragged patch of
ground overgrown with woods and surround.
ail with a rough 510110 wall. "Tho test
tenant Was nob partial to gardening, and ho
let it go a bit wild."
I lilted the look of that neglected patch.
It was in harmony with its enrrouudinga,
turd added to the air of desolation and
abandonment that characterized rho house,
But I seed nothing, J. had not opened my
lips from the time we got upon the 20100.
My thoughts wore elsewhere, misery frail
long ago dulled my sense of humor, er I
might have found matter for amnsemnnt in
studying my enntpatiou.
The poor woman had snarled with at least
en eppeartutce of hope. She had done her
host to drew me out of my sombre mood by
cheerful comments on the weather aid the
few objets of interest then presented 04M -
:selves by the wayside. Little by little her
courage flagged under the discouraging in-
fluenee of my silent°, until at last she sank
intoa state of dejnotlon from which she
could einly aroma harsede at intervals by
effort. 'pile failure of this last attempt to
T,n pitiato mo in favor of her property scam•
eel to exhaust imt• ieaources, and with a
he,vy elgh ale got slowly down from the
met. In eilenco she unlocked and pushed
open the door,
"Slhalll take down ho window shatters?'
alto asked in s tone of despondency.
'No," 1 se wired, 'Thele is light
enough to o, d ,C0 want."
Well, you said you wanted solitude,"
she remonstrated,
" What does that stop lathier lead to?"
"The bedroom; it's just the semestzc as
this, 1)o yon want to go up ?"
" No."
1 dhln'taay it
was a villa rcaideme- , diet
I,?„
" Where's the stable?"
"Round at the book, There's an oven
as well, You don't want to sea thorn, 1
suppose?"
"NO."
\Voll, it's my loss ns well as y ours cont
ing hero ;only I've gat to pay the Dart oxtra,
not to mention my return ticket from Tor.
quay."
How much de you want for 1110111000?'
She looked at the to Bee if I were jolting,
and finding me es gloomy as ever she re.
plied, in a tone of desperation—
" Well, to be till of it--thoro, if I wouldn't
taken hundred pounds—fnrnitnt'o,
lamina linea,
every essed thing I"
" Will you take tern pounds now and tete
rest in a week's Limo?" linked, producing
one of the notes I had received from Mr.
Renshaw,
"That I will," cried she, eagerly.
" Why, if I didn't think the moor had
frightened you off at the very first. But
there 1 There's no knowing how to judge
yon gentlemen artists."
She rambled on for some time, and then
proposed that we should go back to New.
ton, whore she would write out a receipt
for my money.
" Yon can send a receipt next week when
you get the rest of the money. Now I tam
here i shall stay, I watt to bogie work at
once."
Strange work it was I was so eager to
begin 1
begin
the cart whit Airs, Bates and the
baker who hail brought us were gone, I
made a closer examination of my property.
Thele was a shed and a stable at the -back
of tie house. In the shod were a moat safe
a filter, some deal planks, it bench, and a
box of tools. A ladder in the stable led np
into a loft, where I found hay, straw, and
half Iseult of oats.
I went into the house. Thee was
room below andanother above. The
room below had on ° long window facing the
north, closed with outside shutters like a
Shap front, and hong inside with a green
curttut ; the walls were lime washed. daub-
ed here and there with smudges of paint
whore the artist had cleaned his palette
knife. On one side was a kitchener, with
cooking utensils hung against a board above;
on the other was a sink, with a mak of
plates above it, and a Chesser and shelves
filled with crookery and kitchen things. A
cupboard in a corner contained other do-
mestic requisites. These things, with a table
and four chairs, oomprisel the furniture of
what had evidently served the purpose of a
studio, a kitchen, a dining and a living
room.
The room above hail also served as 0
studio. The north slope of the roof woe
glazed to admit the light. There was no
other window,
Beside the smears of the palette knife
wore numerous sketches roughly done in
charcoal ou the wall. There were a chest of
drawers, two filled with linen, and the
usucl furniture of a bedroom. In one
corner stood a broken Basle and it
big shrimping net. What use could
the net be :o hen on the moor twenty
utiles from the sea, I wondered ? But
the mystery was explained when I
caught sight of a roue!, sketch of a fisher-
man and his wife coming over a bleak
stretch of moorland with aglimpse of sea
beyond. "If he had the not hero for his
model, he must have had the oostemes,"
theughb I, looking around the room. There
wee mourner cupboardsimilar to that bolow.
I opened it, and amongst old baskets and a
lot of rubbish I found one of those non des-
cript suits of oilcloth and rags which
shrimpers wear, a frayed skirt and ,jacket,
and a tarpaulin snit that possibly had serv-
ed the artist's on'n use for painting out of
doers in rough weather. 1 stood looking
at these things with half shut eyes—as the
artist himself might have looked at them in
planning how they should bo employed to
realize a preconceived idea.
Then I turned about to examine the open -
is in the floor through which one desoend-
g g
ed bythe sho ladder t rho room Uolo t
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closed with a trap that opeued upwards, and
rested against a and
rail; there was a bolt
on rho top to secure it when in its plan,
The top of the step ladder was screwed to 0
joist,
" If the bolt were sot underneath the trap
and the take
screws n out of the ladder to
c
make it retrievable, this room would be per.
feat," said T. "No one could get out ex-
cept by breaking through the skylight and
dropping, from the roof. I'll set abort that
at onus.
I fotohed the toolbox from the sited, and
taking off my coat set to work. ;\l.y hands
avers alttnlsy ab first, not having touched m
tool for eleven years ; but my, bent was in
the job, and in a quarter of an hour the
alterations were made,
" There ; that's something done I" said
I, as I drew away the stop ladder and look.
ad up at the close -bolted trap-door,
(To 100 00NTIA'OIC41.)
A Oliver Ruse.
In a sposeh delivered some years bank
al the Liverpool Amphitheatre, Mr. Iiors-
fall, M. le, told the following story.
"When In Staffordshire a very short time
ago, four aeahnen Dame to the door—at least
four parties who presented themselves as
seaman—and said they were inreat die.
trees, having been shipwrecked off Hull,
"I wont to spook to them, as my sym-
pathies are, anti I hope always will be, with
A
seamen, s soon ms I saw them, I knot/
that 01101005 a seater ; bat, as we say in
Lancashire, I saw with half an aye then the
other three were 'hail fellows, well met,'
picked up on the road. •
"I said, 'I ant very sorry to hear of you
,1r what vessel ware you wrecked
uu?'
"They replied, 'the Elizabeth.'
"I told the seatnan to stand where he was,
end then told the first of the outer three
men to go ten or fifteen yards to the right,
the second to retire ten or fifteen yards to
the left, and the third man to stand off in
front,
"'l'Isoy could nob tell what I was alto'.
"I went quietly up to one and Whispered,
I am very sorry to hear that the Elizabeth
has been lest; what was the captain's
Haute.'
"'Jones,' was the reply,
"I went to the next, told him I exceed.
ingly regretted tho union, end &eked the
name of the captain of the Elizabeth,
'Captain 'Bremen, sir.'
"1 want to the other, and naked him also
the nine of his capb;tin.
'Captain Smith, air,'
"1 then said, 'Cana hero, inn, You aro
a pretty set of fallow, to go and sail in tho
ship It heabett, end to have three captains,
You might, rvoll be lost, and deserve Moo d"
NEW 1'EAE'li DAY IN THE OLD RED
SO:1u0.0OD B.
110 1l.bY 0 16'ti 1Tttttn0,
thnteidn, rho now fell fast, the white
Ilakee whirling and deeming in their down.
ward flight. The north wind whistlal and
siuiokeda•oned the unsheltered building,
tugging at the heavy wooden shutters, as
if soaking for entrance, Insldo, the great
stove roared and grew rod in its doliones to
the 010,1r eeld.
The room itself was dingy and bare of
ornament but not obaetless, for ranged in
rows cult side the centre isle were fifty
bright faces. What picture gallery oonld
boast more attractive works of art? A row
of honks new= hung thick with the
mindere. outer wimps, forming with their
varied hues a bright contrast to the gray
smoked bactt.gronud. The door at one and
was flanked on either side by three long
shelves filled with the capacious dinner.
pails and baskets, At one side a short
rough shelf ltald the waterpail, and the
rusty tin cup hung on a nail just above.
The space under the shelves on tete other
aide were piled high with the great sticks of
beech that fed the fiery monster in the
middle of the room.
At the end opposite the door, two loeg
benne without banko stood on a raised
platform which extended aoross the entire
width of the roots, These were the " recd.
Latton bunches," and jest above them was
the blackboard of painted plank.
Just in front of these stood the teacher's
desk and the ono chair tete room afforded.
The scholars, sone, were wooden, straight
backed bombes with roomy wooden desks
in front, '1'11510 stood as two have mentioned
with their backs toward either side in rows
of thee, facing the broad aisle down the
center of the room and the pupils were
seated boys on one side and girls opposite,
making it, as Jerry Hill, the largest, laziest,
1'eseeittineed of them all remarked, " All -
fired handy for a faller to look at the girls."
If they wanted hint to study books they'd
have to "turn the seats plum around, sure
as thunder,"
Paul Newell, the young college -brad
Leacher, smiled at the remark but echoed It
in his own heart. For in those days the
district school wvas the school. There was
no going away to high school, normal or
oolloge for the most of them, and the boys
and girls sat in the dingy schoolroom winter
after winter until they married. Thus the
country teacher's pupils ranged in agouti the
way from five to twentylive and a wiser
head than that of Jerry hill might well be
lost in the presence of those merry, bewitah-
ing country girls,
This particular school boasted the attend-
ance of the handsomest maiden in all the
country round, Cynthia White, a tall,
vivacious blonde, only daughter of rho rich-
est farmer fn ' diabrict No. 2." i'rond and
imperious, she ruled tyrannically over half
the young men in the country, but ambitiou
was her rating passion and site laughed at
all their wooing, tolling them in her half -
insolent manner that she never would marry
a farmer. Since this winter's school begat
Jerry declerd,l, Cynthia White has set
her oap for the teacher and I bet my life
he's a gentle."
This New Year's day, now twenty year's
in the past, the monotonous hum of school
buzzed on, for holidays were serum It was
not long since six days school a week had
boon the rule and old people still groaned
lugubriously over "given' a teacher all the
Saturdays." Hence ho taught Christmas
and New Year's or "shade them up,"
It was still early in the morning. The
little ones had clustered around the teacher's
knee to "say" their letters and were again
perched on their high benches, swinging
pairs of lemonlably short legs and wishing
hey were longer.
The reading classes were in turn (soeupy-
iug the reeitatiou benches and the busy
teener, stub ono aye on the book from
whialt they were reading, was helping the
older ones with the knotty problems in
" Ray's Higher ;" thus :Ming two thiuge at
once. Not the wisest thing, perhaps, but
the thing made wise by necessity as all who
have taught a large ungraded school and
conducted some twenty -odd rocitetlone be-
tween nine in the morning and four in the
afternoon will realize.
Presently the wits seated by Cynthia
White, working a problem for her. He
had taken the pencil and was rapidly form.
Mg column after column of figures through
the long solution, He was not blind to her
beauty evident
nor to her ave
d n preference for
him, and as 6e felt her warm, sweet broach
on his hands, as the queenly head bent over
the slate In unfeigned interest, his thoughts
wandered from the rotating pupils and from
the example in hand to the beautiful girl by
his side, and while mechanically adding
figure to figure he thought as he bad
thought before of staking this rare maid Ma
wifo. There was only one thing. He knew
he did not love her, if love was Mat of which
he had read and heard, but he doubted the
power of that fabled passion. What was
it that it should 'sl1
life r
Ho was
not emotional • such lore would never cone
to him. She lied beauty, intelligence, and
wealth, What could he ask more ? Ile
admired her and felt the subtle fascination
of her presence. Was that not all of loge
the should ever know? He knew she teas
more that willing to unite hoe fate with
his and he almost answered himself, " I
will ;" but as his thoughts took this form,
a ]all in the monotonous reading of the eines
caused him to look np and discover that rho
"piece" was finished, As he did so, his
oyes rested on a shapely lead covered with
long, brown curls, anti a swift revulsion of
feeling swept over Lim and loo thought,
" Nob yet I"
As he loft Cynthia's side he paused by
Margaret Deane, the owner of the cluster.
ing earls, and questioned ler kindly of her
progress. The sweet face was raised and
the noose brown oyes looked into his for a
moment, and the classed on with a thrill of
warmth in hie heart and a desire to merit
the approval of those pare eyes snoln as no
glance of bhe fair Cynthia's ever called into
being. Ho did not realize it hin5alt until
long afterwards, for wo take our emotions
as they come and seldom analyze.
Noon came at length, mid the storm still
continuing, after the lunches lied been
hastily oaten and the cry of, "Dog and
doer I' wet.t up from adozen boyish throats,
Jerry Hill proposed :
"Oh, heng ib all ; it's Nov Year's end it's
too plagued stormy to gallop around out.
derlems1anyhow ; le's stay in and amuse the
gi"
Aftor some debate the proposition was
adopted by the older boys, while the young..
er ones disdaining the company of gale
donned caps and mittens and plunged into
the storms outside. The "big girls" were
nob diepleesod et their schoolmates' dooieion,
and soon a series of games was in progress,
Daring Duo of these, forfeits wore won from
nearly all and the aporb of redeeming them
ran high.
Mealy of the peneltios fnolItdetl kisses
Whialu wore exchanged freely among the
boys and girls, el though really grown then
and women, with to thought of harm or
halls of mod0sty, Why should there be?
They had grown up together ahnost like
P1sc:1. 30, 1892
brothers ant deters a1(1 hail kissed each
other from their cradles, Su downy need-
ed lips teethed dainty pink cheeks nail all
was an ill L10111.111. ru1105 of huleterotie fou and
taught ea
Jerry hill strelnhed his lung forth lazily
across two Husks and the intervening aisle
and seemed the pre tiding tiepins of the
frolic, The amebae ,at, at his desk, book
in hand, but rather watching the merry
crowd than reading,.
Presently the seller of pawns held closed
Lauds over a soltoolniute's�head and annotate.
od" heavy, heavy, hams over your bond,,,
and the boy addressed meekly questioned,
" Fine or superfine? ' Snperfiue, was
the entwine, " What shall the owner 110
to redoes, hoe property?"
After a moments thought the answer
20100 510811,
" She nluat bow to rho prettiest, kneel
toe rho wittiest, and kiss the one she loves
best,"
The seller opened his hands disclosing
Cynthia's ring, and amid the la -tighter and
applause sho bowed mockingly to Margaret
Deane, bent her knee greeetelly before Jer-
ry, notwithstanding hie loud voice protests.
tions of "hiss me Cynthia 1 Oh, do hiss
MO I" Then with a wilful toss of her pretty
head and an arch look backward she step-
ped boldly towards the teacher's desk and
offered Lint her full rod lips. Ile had been
an interested spectator and as he became
fully aware of her intention 1.10 sprang to
his feet and encircling her perfect forst with
his nein throw her closely to him for a mo.
mouL and'left a warm kiss on the tempting
lips.
A round of applause went up from the
scholars who had watched her daring yen.
Lure, Jerry slapped his hands in enthusiasm,
and, forgetful of the limits of hie position,
rolled over and cff striking rho Iloor precip-
itately and painfully.
The bold beauty was for a moment abesh-
1 ed and a crimson tide swepb over her• face
• but she quickly recovered iter wonted self-
possesaion and rejoined her companions
exulting in her heart that she bad won. It
seemed she had. Again the old question
troubled Newell's mind and this tinpo, with
the touch of her warm lips thrilling his, he
answered himself, " I will."
But the game went on. Tits seller ab Ins
extended his hands over Cynthia's head
and she caught the glean of Margaret's
silt cr thimble and half in malice towards
the timid girl answered his " What shall
the owner do to redeem her property?'' with,
" Ask the teacher to kiss her."
\Viten the thimble was exposed Mtrgeret
pleaded in genuine pain, " I cannot; oh,
indeed I cannot 1 Anything else in the
world bet that 1"
But Cynthia was inexorable and at length,
urged and encouraged at ell sides, Margaret
stepped timidly to the teacher's side. He
was engrossed for the time being in his book
and heel nob noticed this stage of the play
until the trembling form stood before ban
and with face alternately flushing and pal-
ing asked in faint faltering tones, "Will
you pleaso hiss Ire?"
A roar of laughter from the listening
group followed the low voice, and during
the confusion Paul Newell arose and with a
great hush of reverence in his heart tonehed
her 151,15 forehead with reverent lips.
The merry games wont an but Cynthia
White had lost, for at that moment the
kunwledge of love cane into his life and
on New Yeat•'s day of the next year gave
into his keeping the life and love of Meager.
etDeane with the bonnie brown curls,
EARNEST SOOTOHMBI'T•
'rimy Rat nnsntnrient Food far tie Bake of
Gaining anRdnca tine.
'1he privations which human beings will
endure for the purpose of persuing some
beloved oeoupatlen are often exbreordinary.
A Scotch writer gives a list of instances
which tend to prove that his countrymen
aro willing to suffer great extremity for
learning, He mentions one young man,
who, though of fine manners and aristo-
cratic appearance, dined but three times a
week, and then upon a hot two -penny pie.
On off days he sated hie hunger with dry
bread.
Another had a curious method of study-
ing. He spread oub his hooka where the
hearth rug would naturally have boon, and
la
thereupon, learning Y P 8 hie task by the
light of the
fire made from roots of dean o
d
recce, which be had dug in a wood near
Edinburgh, and carried to his lodgings.
Three prominent and successful Scotch.
men of the present clay have behind them
a hard experience, which, no doult, they
recall with pleasure, They lived together.
for at least a year in Aberdeen University
in a room 101110h eon :lined but one bed, It
was not a very largo bed, and could not bo
persuaded to hold tl roe persons at one ;
so two worked while the other slept, and
when he arose they went to bed.
At Edinburgh e
wet two interesting
students whose ways were for a time a
riddle. The one glided along the corridors
to his not, holding his class -book straight
out before him. After a time it waslearn-
ed that he had been a hotel waiter ; this
vocation he pursued during the Summer
months, and returned to his studios in Win.
ter. He was never quite able to forget his
calling, and when he wee suddenly aroused
Morn his reverie, would ory, " Coming, sir,
coming."
Tho other mysterious student was never
seers outside the classroom except nt full
gallop. He ran into his net for a recite.
Rote antl aftoe it was over dashed away
like a racehorse. It finally transpired that
he kopb a small stationery aha'tn at soma
dietetics from the Uuivorsiey, and being too
poor to hire an aeeistant he was obliged
to close his place of business in order
to recite his lessons.
Professor .Blackie menbious bite nee of to
young man who lived during au entire mil-
lege session on red herrings and ono bar-
rel of potatoes, which he had brought from
Thome. Ho finally succumbed to the weak -
noes brought on by insufficient food.
y
Porboarauoe•
Nay I let it pass 1
'Twas but as hasty word,
Unthinking it as nnwlictng heard—
Although upon my car It strangely Jarred,
A lifelong friendship shall not nus 50 marred ;
Nay I In it pant
Nay 11et it pass!
Iwfllnot answer so,
Leebwnrde on words to greater did' Benne grow ;
0. ngaardea moments norm to all—to me
Oft reeds tbo trust of loving charley;
Then lot it pewit
Then 101 it bass,
And nob a thought remain
'brain my heater glvo aiothee's p:1111
Lot hearts be trim, and let frdendehip enol
That ipoa'e root with the fattings of it friend,
Yes) Ink t pees
Inema ltock,
Ldltlo Anna wee need to seeing Are, 13
rr crimp' her hair and erraugo db smoothly
down eooh side of her Mao. Riding along
oto day she saw 12 very tithe bore, j .01 over
the forme, "Look, papa "sho said, "Oafsherao s silos aro crimped 1"