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HomeMy WebLinkAboutThe Brussels Post, 1893-6-23, Page 2THE BRUSSELS' HIS HEIRESS t i OR, LOVE xs ALWAYS THE SAME. mind, 1 inn aired, bored rather." "Whero have '0u been nayfriend?" she lour sister spoke of a little 1peradise steles smilingly, 3' This is thcoziest the that exists somewhere near this. Will yon to be found anywhere, but doubtless you come and look for it? Enrolee will kill have been dndeavoring to help the old pee• your ennui," suggests lee. plc with their impossibles, ecoording to the Fora moment she hesitates, Then, ries ;sed nature that always distinguishes you, ing, moves away beside lnim in the direction We have all beau enjoying ourselves here of a little iron gate overhung with trailing more titan it is posefhle to conceive in this ivy that leads to some quaint region be. prosaic ago." youd, 1t is a °!tanning opot they have "So 11 mama," says Branksmere, biting reached—silent, calm, idyllic, The little his lip, , Involuntertly hie glance agent river tumbling over its pebbles makes muslc seekerhis wife's seat. at their feet. Muriel sinks upon a mossy "Ah 1 1 warned you of that," says DOL. comb. Her heart is full of gall ! an angry dame. "B3ut you would have eons of fire burns within her veins. xny counsel," There is a well•arrangedsor• "four sister was right," says Staines, row ht her tone. "It is not yet too late," she whispers eagerly. " Get rid of—hint," by an almost imperceptible gesture she la- dicatos Staines, who is still leaning over Muriel. "I will drive no ono from my doors," days Branksmero, doggedly. "And -you understand me, al I warned you before. It seams to me that you imagine that I die. trust Lady Branksmere, Believe me, this ie not es Were it the case I should not seek to rescue her from temptation. I should not Dare to retain a wife on such terms, I should simply let her go. But I do not distrust. And once for all I forbid you to. speak to me again in snob a man. nee." "You, too, misunderstand me, Bronks• mere," she says. "Am I to be addressed as though I were a common acquaintance after—all? Dare 1 nob speak one word of warning? 1, the friend of ten long years? Am I nothing to you now—now that this woman of yesterday has dragged you into her silken coils that are all so falsely woven ? Nay, hear me—hear me 1" she cries aloud, as with a stern determination be moves away. "If to me negratefut, still for your own sake be wise !" But he still rn persistentlyovea away, and the moment is passed. Another cornea, but its fruits " are off a different tree. " Go, then 1 The day will mime when you must listen 1" CHAPTER XIX. speaks a petulantly. She sinks back an her seat, and by a su. preme effort recovers her self.eontrol. Her blood: seems on Ere. Lifting her eyes, she brings Staines to her side by an almost im- perceptible movement of her fan. " You area little rash—is it not?" she says to him. "Monsieur can see 1 Eyes have been given him that are of use, dull as your insular eyes usually are. As we have entered into a little friendly alliance,I think it my duty bo warn you." "You are an admirable ally;" ' Looking at her, Staines can see something about her that isnot altogether calm. "Jealous, is he? There is nothing strange in that, after all, Jealousy is not dependent upon love." "He thinks of his—honor 1" returned she, the words coming from her in a sort of snarl. "He behaved honorably enough to—her," he says, in a subdued voice. "I hear the settlements were princely." "I only know cue thing about them for certain," replies madame. "He has settled a thousand a year upon her absolutely. Nothing could deprive her of that. The twenty thousand was made over on her ir. respective of pin -money or anything else, before the marriage. It was not her doing, you will mind. It was his," "Twenty thousand. Absolutely," says Staines, meditatingly. "A generous ars rangement. Because after all, one never knows what may happen 1 You are sure of this?" ' Quite sure. Were she to abuse his eon. fidenco to the utmost—were she to commit the one unpardonable sin in married life— it would still be Iters. Were she to— What is your plan?" cries she. " There is something diabolical in your face. What 5s your plan, pour scheme 7 Give voice to it `,> ' What plan should there be ?" demands Staines eerily, " you hurt me when you say I Iook diabolical 1 And would you call ours a scheme? There are two people whom we love. They are unhappy. We would res. `"sue them •from their bondage—we would lift the chains that drag tl.em down, Do you call that a scheme? If so, it is a pious one." " is a damnable one 1" replies the Hun. garian, coldly. "I do not defraud myself, if you do." This cold olimate is killing your suavi. "ly, madame," returns he, lightly. fi ' Have you no remorse?" demands she. No misgiving ? No terror of the end?" " No soul ?" supplements he, " That is an efficient antiwar to all such questions. ;Lie laughs aloud, Madame's hand tightens on a fold of her gown, and then a laugh breaks from her, TOO. At this unpropitious moment she lifts her head and gazes straight before her to where a little picture is being enacted as if for her special benefit. Branksmere is bending ,over Muriel's °hair. As their eyes meet madame can see that a fury of unexpressed rage and hatred gleams from the eyes of each. Her laugh.., "ter grows bolder as she turns her glance away from them back again to Staines. " You are right," she says. " The ores. Mit inoludes all things, Your plan ! she asks. "1 am prepared for it now. Let me have it." "' You accord me powers I don't possess," returns Staines. " I could not formulate a plan to save my life, but I confess to you that should like to be of service to the woman I love. She is now unhappy. It eeem8 to me her burden is greater than she can bear. Should it so happen that she should eleot to let it fall from her, to fly from it. with— Why, then•—" "Yes? Then 7" Shoisleaning toward "Well, then— By the by, madame," says he, "permit me to remind you that there are one 01 two people in this charming little nook besides ourselves, and that per- haps a degree leas -shall we call it interest? Yea ?—interest in this conversation on your part would be advisable. Ah 1 that is bot. ter. Well'then'—wa0 that where I stop. fined t„ . P "Yes, yes. Go on," desires she with quickened breath. "l'hen it seems to me that Lord Brassies. mere might readily sae for and obtain a divorce -and find himeelf once more in a (maitionn to wed -0, woman in every way More suited to him," "An admirable plot," replies madame. ct 13th there 10 such a thing as failure." "Ie there ? 1 don't believe it," replies re, lightly. All I want i0 a little help ; mare help, If you want 0 first leaeon, learn. ;iia. She Ma already done you the honour ,0 be jealoue of yon. ' IIs enable until he ehows all his white Meth, and strolls away ,jauntily 8oroe0 the Ilean'shaven sward, Branksmere had dia. ppeared, and he once again approached tune!. " Yon loots tired,"hesays, when the man n aatmnet is be has been speaking toiler hasmovedmeaty. stillhardly 1 that the nights are �1y face 30 for mice then, an imbue to my cold," 5ay0 13railcsmcro, and then 5008 en again, "1 may as well tell you," 1100oltia. re', with a considerable atnount of awk. wardneso, "that I regret the rudeness of my manner toward you this afternoon," " Yes I" says Muriel, indifferently, "I ata very sorry you let it worry yen, 1 hal forgot ten all about it. " Of course I should not have taken it 00 for grouted that—that—the glove 3000 --in his p00session at all," a banmarsl3ranieemere, " You have got et hook ?"' he asks, earlclen- ly, " No, I know as much about it now as 1 did then," "But you have asked hint about it?" IIi8 1800 18 fla5110d, and though tie despises him- self for his own cowardice ho eau not bring himself to mention Stains' name. "t No," indifferently, "1 never thought about it since." " 1 ant to understand that you have made no eoaroh for it ?" His expression has grown almost forbiddingagaiu, seating himself beside her, " It is a spot " None whatever. A moment ago you worthy of the truest admiration." I gave me to nndoratand that you same here "It is a little unoulbivated bit of nature," to offer me au apology for conduct that to retnrne she, dryly. "We are so hedged many women. would be unpardonable.. Ant about and trimmed and twisted into shape I now to regard that apology in the light of nowadays, that wet persuade ourselves that a clear opening that was to give you the a forgotten spot like this is more worthy of chance of offering me further indignity ? regard than it really 10. What is it, after Is this generous or just? Can you find no all? A little three -cornered affair, decked bolder road to attack than this trivial affair out with moss•grown roes, a noisy stream, of a glove?" and u twilight effect caused by a few giant "1)o you call ib a trivial affair that firs in the background, We are so clever, breath of dishonor should touch you 7" we mortals of today, that given a good " Vous tong is en insult," breathes she, manortwo, with any eye to artistic joinings, with flashing eyes. "1 refuse tomlderatand I don't see why we should not manufacture it," just such another picturesque angle in the " You understand it sufficiently when you course of a few weeks." make me that answer, That my manner "1t fails to plasm you?" regretfully, should surprise you is absurd. Do yon " Ou the contrary it pleases me very believe it possible that Jam the man to look much." tamely on, whilst you—" "Is it out of harmony with you, then?" " You must be mad," interrupts she in a "It is I who an out of harmony with it, low vehement tone ; " mad, to speak tomo with most things,"cleclares site. like this ! Do you think of nothing ? Do "I wish I might do something for you," you imagine neo blind, or a fool ? Do you he says. not see whither you are urging me—or, is it " For me?" She frowns impetuously, that you do know ? Stand back from me 1 " What is it that you could do for me 1" Do nob touch me 1" She confronts him with she asks. clenched hands and heaving bosom. "Many things," replies he, changing his "You tell me then deliberately that you meaning deftly. "I could go to the house do not know where your glove is!" he de. and get you some cologne water ; or, if I mends, imperiously. might be allowed to advise, I could tell you " I know nothing about, it," returns she, that a little of that cool stream there, if ap- in a stilled toe e. plied to the forehead, would alleviate a It is at this moment that the door le bad headache." opened and Alma von Thirsk comes 'softly " There 18 no remedy for a really bad in. one," she says. "Itseems to ale that mine * * * * will endure forever. That• is what all peo. ple think when they are in pain, is it not? CHAPTER xxt A s meg morbid fancy that dies with the She has evidently been preparing her toe Z do not ogre to think of you as beim let for the night. Her dinner -gown has been y. g oast aside, and instead of it olio is now either morbid, or in pain," replies Staines. robed in a soft negligee costume of pale pink " And sometimes of late I have imagined cashmere, half smothered in lace that hangs your mind was troubled." g " I 0m not exempt from trouble, if you loogegly round her peso figure, yet rather mean that." suggests than hides it. She starts a little I wish I could be of any use to you at on seeing Muriel and Lord Branksmere, as all," says Staines, in a matter•of-foot tone. though she had supposed them miles away, ' If ever I can help you fu any small way, and then smiles genially. please remember that we are friends, at I had no idea that there was any one least." , here," she begins. They told me every "Already you have helped me," she de- one was in bed or in the smoking -room, so Glares, gently. "It was you who directed 1 stole down here to look for my book. my footsteps to this place, and it seems to b have call aid artful.a. h books seem acquired a me to be very good to be here. I feel trice specially of hidingthemsel They from ave me.unI am calmed, rested, in spite of my alighting always losing them." words of a few minutes sLhen"You do, indeed, seem singularly unfor- You like being here, then ?" he asks, fu tunate in that respect," returns Lady a low tone. "It means almost happiness," returns look foit Branksmere, Is this it?"Can I help you to she, with a deep sigh. "Tell me about "you have found my truant for me? Madame'von Thirsk," she says. I caw Ah, that is very kind. Do you know I was you talking to her just now, I Confess I on my way to your room just now? I did do not understand her myself, but you not know that you and your husband, were probably da She is a friend of yours?" "A friend? No," returns Staines; enjoying a cosy little latera -tete here all 1>y promptly. " I know almost as Little of her yourselves You wished to see me ?" says Muriel in as you do,"he goes nn slowly. But I an icy tone. think I should distrust—dislike—After all, "For a moment only. To do you a little I am scarcely in a position to judge. My service • you have done me one. Plow," knowledge of her—my opinion is based on playfully, "I shall recompense you. See 1" such slight grounds that—" She draws out from her pocket the That?" She leans toward him. long " Why will you press the matter ?" he black glove that etMuriel dropped in that asks. "It is all mere conjecture. I—a tittle a ]van retreat where she lied passed stranger to her and to— What ehould I so tranquil an hour with Staines. know? and yet if I dared speak—if I dared ..I have resented 1s was very unwilling madame, Captain Staines was very nnwillin ed give voice to the fear within me, I should �to say—beware of Madame von Thirsk 1" part with it, let me tall you, bub I gaged That is a strange word to use," says it by strategy. Right triumphed over might Lady Branksmere, "What should I dread this time, at all events, Isought my oppor• from any mortal thing? You speak in tnnity. I lay in wait, and came off victor enigmas, and you expect me to follow you. in the end." But I can not." y Branksmere's dark eyes grow furious, "Perhaps you will nett There are mo- Ilia lips white. Muriel then had deceived mama," he goes on hurriedly, when the him, not unintentionally, but willfully, truth of all this dawns upon me. When I hThat swift deepmemory crimson blush of hers that see you loveless, sad, forsaken t Oh for• itsme nd in his memory ever since, had had > its meaning—its nfltl His face has grown give mel the throws thoughttis ands to and very gray, and his musbaohe is twitching yet—" He throws out his hands to her as in a nervous excitable way. Madame is though in a paroxysm of passion. " Murf' still etnflfng; but her eyes are keen beneath el Muriel I" he whispered, heart -brokenly. their mask of pleasantry, and her lance Lady Branksmere, taking a step forward, travels swiftly from one to the other of moves him aside with an imperious gesture. those before her. "It is time we returned to the others," Muriel, if inwardly a good deal shocked she says icily. We have been hero too at the turn events have taken, shows out - non already. ' wardly no faintest trace of surprise, or She sweeps oast him, and he follows her anger, or any leaser emotion. That Staines without another word, oblivious of the fact would have kepb her glove is a revelation that she has one bare, white hand, and one to her, and oauees her some astonishment, black one until she finds herself suddenly as she was honestly ignorant of the fact face to bee with Branksmere. that he had kept it. But that he should I am afraid you have lost your glove," have stolen it, only to'let it be returned to he says, in a low voice that vibrates wfth a her in this careless pUbIfo way, surprised terrible wrath. be able to fine lostsi a strl care say I shall her you ll have given yourself an infinity of „ y unnecessary trouble, I am afraid," she says, Shall I ask Captain Staines to look for There is nothing even to be gained by it— it ? He was your latest companion. He as," poinbing to the glove, " I have loot its may know something about it,' suggests fellow, and shouldn't have oared therefore Branksmere. if Can�tain Staines had kept it forever." You are very good. But I beg you will " Its fellow ? Perhaps Captain Staines not give yourself so much trouble," returns has that, too," cries madame, " One meat he has seen sed by .I can myself ask him if confoss that he to persieteut. Ab, the de - "Do 1" The word is a command, ceitfnl one, to pretend that he had only this little glove as treasure trove I" Branksmere, with a smothered Outdo: CHAPTER XX, tion comes upp to his wife. Old Lady Primrose, with the prospect of "Has he the other?" he asks, in a low, P P but terrible voice. the county ball and iia abtendant tortures Lady Branksmere laughs insolently. before her for the following evening, had " Madame von Thirsk is an excellent de - retired to bed. Most of Inc othere have teotivo. Ask her," aha says. followed her example, Mrs. Amyot, who " Answer me 1" fiercely, seldom cries for quarter, is still ne the MI- " I shall give an anawer to no man who liard-room having a last game with Lady addresses mem that tone. Do not mistake Anne Branksmere. A good many of the me,my lord, I am not your slave." men have alreedy sneaked off to the 0mok- " You lied to me before," says Bronks- ing-den. Lord Branksmero, opening the mere, "Perhaps it 10 as well you do not library door i0 startled tofind 11 not empty, answer, lest you lie to me 0gain," but in ocaupetion by his wife. „ Coward She is standing on the hearth -rug with ed teeth I" she pant0,betWeen hot clinch. footone arm upon the mantel -piece end 6 slender Branksmere turning abruptly, loaves upoised nto upon the fenderThrough h fa the room, Madame now, with a eoftly gazing the chill the ire. 1 that creeps tward spoken good -night, moves toward the lower rooming may be feli, door as Branksmere disappears through the "The room is cold, save Branksmere rapport but she said, ie. her, ebruptl There is a touch of impatient Stay," she said, in a dear, you,,, tet• p tiro void", ' I want a word with yett." pain in his tone. Going over to the hearth• rug, ho pokes up the eindere and draws `-- them io other, and begins to pilo on the CHAPTER XXII, s ams n 'CMOs till kir, g M 50510 wood and coals. "A hundred if of " Is the room cold ? I did not feel it," Braels0more," murmurs t11o1 dear nga Hungarian, alto says, abeently, 0u0vely. Site tarns, and coming beck to You are shivering, ho declares, and, tho center of the room, drops gracefully M. redoubling his exertions, soon drives the to a ohair. wood into 0 flame that gives the oottaeion " Your motive ?" domande Lady 13ranko- to its neighbors, and sends a cheerful amore, curtly, Wheeling round upon liar, oraokling blaze up the chimney. " Motive ? 1 7" Thence vol mitiga - �' You should remember the lranreonefaco expros0oathe tnoatumniti unmitigat- ed come and ed astonishment, " Bat how then ? Ig d not understand," ° POST. JUNII. 23, 1393 " Exert tdtat marvolloue brei11 of y0ure a little,and perhaps you may, 11'hatbrought. you mere tonight, where you knew Lord I3rankomal'a and I were aone, with that rainarkeble little invention of \'ours? Speak, and t tilcltly,for I twill lntow.'r You shad certtuely know anything 1 have to tell you," replies madame, " 11. seems to me that I must have distressed you in some away, Bub I know nothing, I inn entirely ignorant, if you mould giro 010 an idea, a hint." "No, flints where you are oon0erned are valuolese, I have learned that," returns Lady Branksmere, 101111a eoldsneet', "You will speak without help from tae." "All this is very perplexing," exclaims madame, Then, as though soma sudden light has broken in upon Iter: "Alt, pardon me 1 lrorgive me 1" she cries, eagerly, " if what I non' imagine is wroua, but—but was there 00m0 mystery connected with that glove, and has mind been the luckless hand to betray ft? Should Captain Staines then have been left in undisputed possession of it? Ah, how unhappy I am 1 Dear Lady Brankamere, at least do me the justice to believe that my wretched interference was unmeant, I knew not there was anything between you and—" "How dare you talk to me like this ?" cried Muriel, vehemently. " Anything be- tween 1ne and Captain Staines 1 What should there be What scandal are you striving to ofoate?" "11 tnight suggest itself that it is you. who are creating the scandal," returns ma- dame. "For me, I had not dreamed of such a thing ; nud am only too glad plow that you have forced the suspicion upon me) to know from yo0r own lips that no such thing ex- iats." "Glad 1" says Lady Brankenere, with a bitter sneer. "There i0 only one thing sweeter than the hearing of an evil tale of one's acquaintance," she goes on presently, " and that is the being able to bring 03)0'0 self ho0e0bly to believe in it. I am afraid yout'joy ie checkered. Do you quite be - love ?" I ilo nob follow yet ; yon talk to me in so strange a fashion. All I can imagine fe, that I have hurt you in come unknown way either through this stupid gove or Ce tain Staines. And as £or him, wily should l seek to harm hitn. He ]las even been both kind and attentive to me. I think him altogeth. er oharnting," Iifting her eyes to gaze straight at Muriel. " Do you ? You want, perhaps, to know my opinion," avitlt a palm show of open contempt. "There is really no reason why you should not." She pauses for a moment as thou"h considering. Madame is looking decidedly interested, and a pale ensile wid- ens Muriel's lips. "I think him good•look- ing," she says, at last. Alt 1 Your tone makes your judgment harsh," says madame, apparently unmoved, " You compel ine to think you see nothing in hint beyond iia appearance, which ie un- deniably good. Yes, you are severe. What has he done to you?" Her tone—her glance —is innocence itself, yet so full of a subtle insolence, Done to me !" repeats Lady Brenks- mere, coldly. " You are, it seems to me, one of those who find all tine world alike, until one shows him his uncivil side. You refuse to praise the bridge you cannot cross, however safe others may know it eo 1be. Your' likes and dislikes, are bound up in a very personal center. It is a doctrine, sound if narrow. I am far less amiable than you." "Perhaps," suggests madame, " you ere even more amiable. Porhaps,indeed, you have proved yourself too amiable 1" "You. ate e. very daring woman 1" says Lady Brankamere, almost in a whisper, ' It may be—even a little too daring—fol' your own good 1 Is your position in this house so secure that you can afford to make an enc. my of itamistress?" ' How am Ito translate such a speech ?" asks madame. "Are you, then, my enemy ? But why ? What is it, then, that I have done ?" Lady Brankamere pales and to •no her head from aide to side impatiently, " Are you my enemy ?" persists madame, looking boldly at her, " You have run too fast with my words," says Muriel, slowly. " I did not so much say that, as that it will be impolitic of you to make me one." " Ah, but it is my nature to be so open, so candid. 1 ane ever impolitic," cries ma. dame, regretfully. " What I think, that I say. It is a fault, a grevious one, but what will you? Out it all comae before I have a moment m which to reflect ; just as it hap• pened to-night—ah 1 Thera I go again." "To -night? go on, what about tonight? What did you say to -night that should not be said?"' " Something tells me that I shall have to get some good doctor to out out my tongue," says madame, mournfully " It will not be reasonable. You tell mo to avoid making myself your enemy. Rut how, then, am I to do it ? I know of nothing that has been said by me that ehould have offended you, and yet you are angry with me. Will you givers e a little idea that in future may help me to steer clear of all conversational shoals and quiokeands?" " I will,"says Lady Branksmere, coldly. " In future forget that I exist. Leave me out of your plane, your intrigues." She comes a little nearer to her. " 1 have de- tained you too long already, madame. Pray, do not let me keep you annbhsr moment from your room.". She salutes her with studied politeness 1 madatno returns the salutation in kind, and, taking up her Etrueoan lamp, glides from the apartment. The book, however, she has been so anxious to obtain is left behind her, forgotten 1 Lady Branksmero,'as she sees it, smiles softly to he(self. To her this want of mem• cry tells its own tale, and again her pulses throb with angry contempt. Por hours she paces up and down the deserted library, un- conseious of the ever•gro wing fatigue. Doors throughout the house are open and slut during her vigil—that of the smoking -room. has been given 110 last slant. The fire has one out for the oecond time, and the cold, clear light of the etill May morn is stealing through the oloeed curtains, putting to shame the Lampe within, that in• deed are now beginning to burn low. Muriel, flinging wide the window, ggazes oat upon the wideninglaudsoape. Sadly, reluctantly, domes up the holy dawn. The unquiet abut within, gazing out on all the tremulous beauty, grows sad with Vainest longing, She closes the window with a II111e shudder, and moves with tan• gold eteps toward the door, She gains the hall, and traverses like one in a dream the Wide marble staircase, that now looks grim and ghastly in the stern light of the coming dawn. Muriel 0hlver0 nervously, and e. little thrill of positive fear rune through her. She hastens her footsteps, and as site oome0 to rho last marble figure, an Ajax, breaks into averi.table run that carries her past it and %yell into the middle of the long gellory, All here is cold, and dreary. Tho moon- light fe still atrugggling iu nlortel combat ttitlt the clay, and thr'ou h the many win- dows 10 casting a hast flood of glory over everything, Somotimos a paseing cloud dime its dyingtadlanoo, end now, atMuriet finde herself oppooito the tapestry curtain that eoneeals the door loadirg to the apart. menta of the dowager, anti those forbidden 03108 beyond in the hauntod wing—there 0011108 to her a eountl through the ghostly silence of the night that turns the blood to water 1u her veints 1 "Great i Beavon I Witat is it ?" Lady Branksmero, huddling close against the wall neal'eet to het', Batons with bated broeth and frozen lips for the repetition of it. (m0 nE t 1N'rtxvsu.) HOUSEHOLD. Naming the :Baby. t'os ' h e' ro L findnnte11tappr mdrgttolasC Todaro 310)' no13"000 wino !L`o oronvt our curly-buadort boy, Ire wanted something etront Mrd groat. 1rh'at Leonard. strt'tck iia tionlike-- The owwner reachoe mates canny cn FIe'll thunder down old time ns Lou, l'hilandlor tt'oubletl us 8 while— For man should love his fellow man— Burble so easy to behead To common pail, we never can. Now, Itoderich le glob in fame. i'iro will ; we won't. twill never' do 'lb place our boy beneath the ban 05 common trod his life all through. A charmingg name was Launcelot, Or l'alentine, Augustus, all— Ilut Lance and Val and Gus are not The names 300 want folks to bawl. '.l`Iten Constantino and 135)10 m 011010n— MA Con and Bert wo didn't like, And So is cagy cut from Saul, It seemed a mato we'd never strike. My wife porusetl a novol strong, While aunts and uncles entered in Theiist of names thatshould bolong— Of course oneh claim could never wlu. The baby grow and found 010 tongue, Anel sot oar fancies to his will. And yelled ono night, with boyish din. " C:omno oflthe roof anti call neo 13i11 I' Delicious Dishes. Though fruit tarts and pies are so much used fu thi8 country, wo Beldon see the meat pies which form such savory dishes in England. Tho following is a great favorite: BEEF Pro 1.—Have a pound of lean, ten- der beef cut in a solid piece if possible. With a very sharp knife slice ib into thin pieces. Have ready a foreeneat made of two ounces of fine bread orumbs, less than one•fonrbh ounce of lenon-rind, pared very thin and minced extremely small, one•fourth ounce of savory herbs, two-thirds parsley, one•thir'd thyme, finely minded, a 11111e grated nutmeg, ono -half teaspoonful of Balt 0 and pepper or cayenne to taste. Break ' into these two ounces of good butter et r small bits, the unbeaten yoke of one egg, 1 a and with the fingore work the whole till' well mixed. Lay the slices of beef upon a floured board and lay on each some of the r forcemeat, rolling up like e. sausage. Lay 1 i them evenly in a deep dish end half cover 1 with water, adding a little more salt for the gravy ; boarder the edge of the dish 1 with paste, wetting it wish water or egg to f keep it in place 1 then wetting the top of this lay rn the cover' of paste. Bake in a quick oven, for an hour. If the paste is done before tlhe moat, stand it on top of the stove, n BEEF Pis 2.—Make like the former,leaving out the forcemeat and substituting a layer h of oysters with some of the liquor, or, in- stead of oysters, pat in a minced onion. A few mushrooms improve all meat pies. fag in ono•half the extra length at oaohond, bo puttlug in the sleeve lay a helf.incli pleat whot-e it jolin the undderarm seam, and have the 50111058 quite fu11 ou top. Whet ready for the wash, tafce out the temporary shoulders turd underarm seams, letting out the pleat on the underpart of the sleeve ; rip the gathers ont lop of the sleevo to let out the shoulder soamn ; replaoo then nud stitch, Bip the front of waist betels to the underarm seam and the turned•in part of holt will omreepond to the "balre-up' in the seam, Add a now ooiler to accommodate the extra sire of nook made by letting out the shoulder seams ; take out the tuck in the hem ; let out the sleeves and the dress is rendy for the wash, II hon laundered it will be found to he in prope'tion and no one will be the wiser for the letting out pro. case, If She skirt i0 finished with one or more ruffles, take the took on the wronng side just above the ruillo 00 that the heading will hide the seam. The Refuse• Whab to do with the varied waste of the house is a problenm every housekeeper must meet, and I have solved it to sone extent, To begin with the ashes. Those from the coal stove are spread upon the driveway and wallrs, ndifolt they gradually render firm and solid. Wood ashes are scattered thinly here and there over the grass. The noxb shower of summer, or the next snow. storm of winter, washes them tawny or ouvera them from sight. They are an ex. ceilent dressing for the lawn, ae our thfok growth of dark green grass proves. The table sora pe, after our natty has had her fill, are saved for a neighbor's big dog. Any hone that inay be too large for him to swallow, I drop into the stove. There too, go all the waste papers, soiled scrubbing and floor cloths, and all worn-outboote and shoes, to be "0 purified so as by fire," I also burn all vegetable and fruit•parings, and the outs1c10 cabbage loaves. Tucked away in a back corner of the firebox they soon vanish,leawing.nothing but a baudtul of oleau ashes. Tho dish water is carried out, and thrown on the pile of stable litter behind the barn, where it immediately disappears. that disposes of everything except the broken dishes, tin cans, anti such things. We finally dog a (tole three or four feet deep for them, and when it is nearly full, we shall covet it up and dig another. Iu summer time, all the weeds taken frons the garden are put in an out-ot•bhe-way orner, and the pea -pods, melon -rinds, reen-corn husks, etc., aro added to the pile. Then tine dishwater is poured over them, nd by fall I have a supply of excellent arth for my house plants. In this way we avoid any accumulation of ubbish on the place. The bank•door yard a just as sweet and wholesome as the front awn. There is no call for a spring deemiu of the premises, except to rake up the dead eaves that 11ave lain under the snow. — Mary Jane. The Model Mother. A home must indeed be worthy of its ams, not a mere refuge from the weather; place for meals, or a shatter in steeping Dura. Has any song ever made so deep an tinpreseton upon the whole human race as "Home, Sweet Home?" and with the sacred word home is always connected the word MV'lroxPlE I.—Linea buttered dish with m thin paste ; free two pounds of mutton from most of the fat, lay it in evenly, sprinkle over it three-fourths of an ounce P ° of salt, and from one.half to a whole tea- g spoonful of pepper. Roll the cover one• half an inch thick, and after filling the dish E within an inch of the brim with water, se- cure very closely with water or white of an 1; egg. Stick the knife through the centre is and bake an hour and a quarter. p MOTTOIT Pre 2.—A richer one may be Fe made of little cutlets, stripped of the fat, w two or three mutton kidneys oat up and1 strewn among the nmeat; and a layer of h the forcemeat, given with the beef pie. An bt onion may be chopped and added when i ti liked. All meat pies should have the knife re run through the top and a twist of paste ; gi surrounding the hole to prevent boiling' to over. I shall be glad to know what any one thinks of these pies. Seel x31 Sour. --Throw foto three quarts an of strong, °leer broth or beef stock, half a I tit pint each of turnips and carrots, prepared ea thus: Cut the carrots into inch lengths, I th then pare them round and round in ribbons su of equal thickness, till inside is reached, ( Th Cut these ribbons into straws, or very small of strips ; the turnips are prepared in the i th same way, but they require less boiling than an carrots and attention must be paid to this, I for if broken the whole would look bad in y the soup, Out up the solid white part of, of some celery stalk and of leeks or wild in onions. The latter can be cut easily by' an nutting twice through as if making four i quarters ; then without spoiling the shape in begin at the head and cub fine slices when I th it will all go into nice threads. Let these of simmer from twenty to thirty minutes, add 1ace the leaves of one or two lettuce heads, and 1 tad a few sorrel, torn about the size of a fifty. f do cent piece. Continue the gentle boiling fur till these are tender, and at the moment of de serving add half a mut of asparagus pointe , eo boiled very green, and so many French ' of beans, or green peas, also boiled apart. I Both the kind and quantity of vegetables he can be regulated according to taste. 41, inter ; her vegetables should have a little previous pia boiling before they are put into the soap. 1 her ed through a sieve, a teaspoonful of mus- fro other. The " Model Mother" begins her ork before the birth of her child, in that he cultivates a pure, oahn, noble and hap - y frame of mind, always oonsidertng the realest " physical, moral, and mental de- elopmont of iter child," and using every Leans iu her power for the attainment of his object, Cleanliness must be early taught to the the ones, for a healthy and well -kept body necessary to the full development of a eatenmind, The "golden opportunities" r the mother lie in that formative period hick we call childhood. The hmdel mother makes a cheerful erne, one where work and pleasure aro ended into a harmonious whole; one where fere is always something so occupy the stless minds of active boys and fun•loving rls, leaves no idle hours in which the res may be sown among the wheat. The model mother never forgets that she. as a child herself ; never forgets that time d expense arewellinvested in making home e brightest and most attractive place on rth 1 Legitimate pleasures always add to e moral and intelfeotualdevelopment, and bordinate evil forces, if any such exist. e model mother must rise to the dignity her own individual life, ministering to e wants of her family in the fear of God d the love of all humanity 1 " You will get no more out of life than leu pub into it." Renee to make the lives your children successful and happy, put to their training all of energy, intellect, d love that you possess. One has truly said : " May we over bear mind that we are stewards, nob only of o manifold grace of God, but of every her blessing two enjoy, and that we are ountable, not merely for those commit- -to our Dare, but for the proper applica• u of the means with which we aro nished for their support, and complete velopment into perfect men and women, mpstent to perform the important duties life." The model mother does not expect old ads on young shoulders ; she mingles with children and sympathizes witlt their 50, hopes, and fears, She opone up to children the higher and more ennobling uncle of thought ; slte gives them ideate m her own pure and lofty charaoter, SALAD.—Two well -boiled potatoes, p050. oho, tard, two teaspoonfuls of salt, one of es- sence of anchovy, half a teaspoonful of very finely chopped onions well bruised into the Vinegar, the yolke of two hard•boiled eggs. mixture, three tableopooufuls of oil, one of wo hot Stir up the salad immediately before dinner th and stir it thoroughly. As this salad is the the result of experience and reflection, it is hoped young salad makers will not attempt uAt to make improvements upon it, tnftt late A Plain Tact As to Flies• 'No, thauk you, my dear; I do nob nt any fly -papers or fly -traps about ney se. I learned, a great many years ago, a1 the more• things we have to call flies more will come. In the neighborhood ere thee were a nuisance I lived almost molested by them, became I never per - ed a parbiole of stale food to immune• about the premises. "Flies, like a good many other things, will never stay whore they are in danger of vatdon, end never kept anything about plaoe to feed them with, not even fly- er. Everything that oould not be tied was carried as far from the house as ible and buried. All garbage is Valu- as a ferbiliaer, and 1 utilize it as mush. It is my opinion that every forte of fly- er, fly -poison and trap which is baited any substance is just so much induce - 1 foe them to stay around the hoose. Oy think—if flies call thinkat all—drat are goingto get something to eat, therefore !rang around, The beat fly endive to starvation," ggs disappeared tnysteriousl from the cry of a farther fn Spartanburg, N. C,. eta trap, and caught a huge frog, h W0.8 very likely the egg thief, 11110 do the agony of dentia from 0ufeire 01 woman in Louisville, Ity, , eaten-led will with a pencil on a pillow -case, pillow -case is t0 be legally filed anti 'clod. Wash Dresses. We all know flow annoying ib is to have star a dress shrink so much in bade, In ba:wed the that it is trio short for looks and too baht PM' for comfort. It can he lot down, and lot bur able out, bub was ever dress so treated that it Pcsa was not apparent to every observer? A little forethought and trouble will cern. 1 ab' l? this. In making wash dresses, °spoofed. 1 aP ly those of lawn or gingham that shrink so Nil" mailings, th badly in the firatand second ailings,alime mon for a tuck iu the skirt and when it is frni0h' T11 ed 1)131 an Bush and a 11011 tools 011 the wrong they side of the Item, (Phis will 131 reality take ain't up just three-fourths of au inch in length,) prev Cut the waist to allow for scams one molt. larger than usual on shoulder and under I E the arm, Do not stitch those seams but heap sow eeourely by band to give the proper fit; He s then machine stile]) them 0118.helt inolt whit nearer the edge of the soon, Make the, 'FV eleevos ono inch longer than lienal. Sew on a yot ithe facing, add turn the oloeve up the extra her lengtit, turniegthtefesing'under coreeepond- ',file ingly, 11lake the belt one inch loo or tug t'