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HomeMy WebLinkAboutThe Brussels Post, 1893-7-7, Page 2CI R, HISH .fIRESS j LOVE IS AT W.,VYS '1'ii.F A M CHAPTER XXVI, A footman outerutg lays an exquisite evhito bouquet upon the table. °Alae1?hersort sent these in, my lard," die ego, In a subdued voice, "edah1 verygood. But wait --wait," 1uun.blea Branksmere, The footman steads immovable. Bratketnero flings down hie Feu. He 1o0ka up at the ceiling as if for enepiretion, and finally seizing the pen again "ho sigus Ms name in the end of the paper. :He had meant to write the formal "Breaks- mere," but home hidden force had compelled -Rim to inscribe the more similar—the less formal-" George." He dashes it off in a tremendous hurry as though soaroely sure of himself and ae though (little ashamed, and, !raving twisted his note into shape, noels it and thrusts it hurriedly into the white bouquet laying on the table behind him, as one disdaining any pretense at Occreey. The footman, however, seeing clothing. of the transaction, and is even blind to the presence of the curtain -hidden madame; who has seen a good deal and understood the rest. • " Toll Bridgrnan to place that in her 4ady8hip's room with my comuliments," • amps Branksmere. He points to the white 'bouquet as he speaks, end then hastens ' from the library. Madame, coming softly from behind the curtains rather startles the footman, as he to taking up the flowers from the table, "Ah l Jenkins, I was just going to ring for you, she says, pleasantly. "Can you • tell lee where his lordship is?" "Flo was 'ere this very moment, nt'm ; you've missed Trim by chance," replies Jen. kips, graciously. Madame, as a rule, stands well witlt all tin servants "'E just went '016b as yon come in." " Ah 1 unfortunate. Freya you any 'odea where he has gone?" " No, m'n1. Seethed in a'urry, I thought, aE give me these flowers to give Mrs. liridg- 0 11111." "For Mrs, Bridgman?" " Yes, nem, to place in my lady's room, and then went out hiasolf, quite saddens • like. Wait, ma'm—shalt I see where 'e 79 `„ ' Yes.. Though "—musingly--" it is of little importance. Still— Lease the 1101Ve08 there, Jenkins, until your return, and bring me word if Ms lordship is disengaged. But 10 not disturb 111m if he is busy. Simply Spring me word where he now is." "Yes, m'm. Jenkins bows himself from the room, and starts on his quest. Madame, taking up thebouquet, deliber- ately draws from it the hidden note, and .breaks open the seal. It is a short note, yet its contents both anger and perplex her. " I sha11 have to run up to town first thing in the morning, but hope to return lay the three o'clock train. May I hope you will grant me an interview? There arc a few thiugs I would say and explain to you. Yours, Geonta." This "George" that had so exercised his rallied causes a throb of auger in the breast of madame. He has made an appointment • for the morrow, an appointment that means 'dlsolo lure, confidence—and to her, madame, 'ruin I So long as the secret to hers and 'cis alone she holds the cards, and eau defy even his wife ; but that once dfs- anlosed her reign will surely be over. The .coward ! The miscreant I That no love is nest between him and his cold, irresponsive -wife is believed by madame, and yet for the _.sake of a quiet life he would betray all 1 3'eace is his cry, but it will be hardly 's' Peace with honor 1" How to prevent this Interview f Her very sent seems set upon the accomplishment of this • To burn the letter, to fling it into those 'tempting greedy flamea over there, is a "simple thin". Nay, there shall be a less clumsy method of gaining her ends. Me. ohanfcally enfold/ the note again, and Eaterg a. taper seals it with the Branksmere t ,rest lying on the table before her ; she even :slips it amongst the flowers again, but after a moment's reflection reproves it from thence ...lad places it in her pocket. Yet she is no eaearer a solution of her difficulty now than Che was before. She i8 so Iost in thought that presently when Captain eStaihes lays this hand epee .her arm she starts violently and turns pale. Dreaming?" questions he lightly. " Of .the donor of these flowers, no doubt," e" You are right," with a curious smile, though the donation is not to are." "No? For whom then?" "For Lady Branksmere from her hut wand." For the first time she notioes Orb lite too is carrying a very exquisite bouquet '0f white heath, • "She is favored," she says in a bitter Mone. "He is coming out in a new light. To ?pose es the attentive husband is quite a de. 0�aarture for him," sees Staines. "What a Uwe it all is 1 Yet she will wear his flowers .au preference to mine to•night.' "I hardly nee hots she dare do otherwise —if you permit it. It is a rather early stage, in the proceedings for her to defy openly her husband, and that thing so far snore important—the world." '" Perilously early, But the question is, Met whether I will permit it, but how to prevent it. She will, as you say, not Clare oto defy the world -5115 will wear his "Armen." W 111101 longing for yours 1" She regardo shim keenly as she drops this sop to his earide. " It is true. She will do this thing "' wear "You give her the chance." "Pah, riddles are a bore. Speak plainly 'ff yea will speak," retorts he, rudely, Gently, my friend," says madame. `"There 'fe nothing to be gained by loud 'speaking save unenviable attention. What I. would say to you is this. How marvel - wady alike both in construation and oolor are these two charming bouquets," " I see. You would have me destroy his, and send mine in hie name," says Staines, •lowly. "Poof l No 1 We must think of sone - tiling less heavy than that," returns she, 4" Of what use Is the advance of intclloot of wliioh 100 hear so much if we can not ppro- dx•eo a safer plan? and besides it would be a pity Surely to condemn either of those f raofone things to an ignominious death," " W hat is your purpose, then 9" demands be, sulkily, "Why, to exchange them, of comae," airily, "Fair egohange is no robbery. It defrauds no man, dael, indeed, who shall conte say that your fiowors do not carry away this 1 the palm of beauty? Seel you're up to 00001 tidy Branksmere with—her husband's Ag netnpliment0, and trust me to have his de. 1101100 you, Live up Ode little Mien. To !snow fou• is to leen•,. failure," " You mistake 1010. I do not fear you," coldly, " I understand myself sutlic]ently to know I have talont enough to swear my self outof a11y dilf"icttlty should the worst conte, What'I am now ponleringis the pos• sibflity—not of my own failure, but that of your excellent plan, Yon think she will select the flower's elle believes to he Wanks. mere'0, But how if, after all, she should elect to wear mine ? That would be one to him, and chock to mo, even though she did meant it," " She will not defy 111m to that extent— yet, I tell you my scheme will not fall through, and will injure her materially in his eyes—Jenkins will be back directly—the message I gave had no meaning in it. Shall I change them ?" As an experiment it will be amusing," returns Staines dryly, Taking up his 01711 flowers, he lays them ready for Jenkin's hand, " Do not let hint see the others, Servants as a rule zero fatally troublesome," says madame, removing the delicate waxen blossoms that Branksatero had ordere i and dropping them into a safe corner, where they lto hidden by some falling lace. She hes said nothing to him about the ex- tracted letter. There is another thing," she says softly. " Something I learned by chance, and it has suddenly occurred to me it may ho of some 8121011 use to you. Having gone into part- nership with you iu this matter, when I see an opportunity of helping you, I make a point of remembering it," She pauses. " Go on," he says stolidly: " Branksmere has written to his wife demanding, or rapper entreating, an inter- view with her on the morrow." " For what purpose ? Is it a quarrel ?' asks he, sharply. ' Par from that, A reconciliation rather, A meeting that threatens to be full of dom. estio tenderness, and will upset your ar- rangements cleverly. Ha 1 You see how he dreads your influence over her already, when he can condescend to beseeeh her." " I wish I was as sure of that as you seem to be," returns he. " He has to go to town by the early train in the morning, and has asked her to grant him a private audience on his return." " When will that be ?" " Three o'clock," " And oho—what does she say ?" " Nothing, as yet," " She hesitates, then," eagerly. " Not so much that, an—The fact is," says madame, "site has not yet seen that letter to which I have alluded." " And you have 1" Ile remarks dryly, "Keep your own counasl about that, by allmeans,butgivomeahint or tu'o thatmay serve—us. Yon have reminded me that the victory of one means victory for both," " Hardly— but lam content to take nay chance," " She knows nothing yet, then, of his desire for this interview I And he has ap- pointed three o'clock tomorrow for it to take place? Is this how the matter stands ?" " Yes, and if by some lucky chance she should fail to keep this appointment —how would it be, then ?" " You give me food for thought." "Digest it then. If she should fail, let me remind you that probably a reeoncilia• tion world be further off than ever." " let that letter destroyed. If she knows nothing of ire contents, she can not keep theappointmenb," " As I hinted to you before, my friend, you grow clumsy. Your construotions are too crude. A letter is a tangible thing— when lost—which is very seldom in these days of admirable management —one ories aloud for it. One de. rnands restitution. No ; better the lebter should be delivered just a little too late. That rests with me. '(Pith yon it remains to see that she is nowhere within the castle grounds at the time named." " Three, did you say ?" "Have you thought it out?" "Give me time," smiling. "At present I can only assure you that whoever fails to. morrow it shall not be 1." He disappears through the window into the gardens as Jenkins' returning footsteps sounded in the hall. "MIy lord has gone up to one of the hone farms, min, with Mr. Donaldson," he in. forms madame. Alr, Donaldson is the Scotch steward, Very well, lteoareely matters. Take these flowers up now to Lady Breuksnrere's nen," A0 she g(vea then to him she watches his face narrowly, as though to detect any sus- pi0iou or surprise in it. Mr. Jenkins' eoun• tenant; continuos to be a most satiafaetory blank. He departs with a decorous league of gait to Mfrs. Bridgman, and desires her to lay the fragrant heaths upon my, lady's table with my. lord's compliments." Some hours later, when Alutiet is sitting n her bedroom lotting hor maid pttt some finishing touches to a toilet of white and gold, a second bouquet is brought to her with Captain Staines's kind regards, "No, not there?" she cries aglittle simp- ly, as Bridgman would have planed the new gift next to Lord Branksmere s flowers upon the small table near the screen, and dismis- ing her woman, takes up both bouquets and examines them with a etrauge tightening at leer throat. Brankemere's delicate offering, following as s»ddonly as it did upon the hitter scone that had passed between him and !tor, had rowed within her a very storm of passion. ate indignation. It had Dome without a word, without so much as even a poor mes- sage, During that last terrible interview, in which she had imperiously detnanded from him an eeplanation of madame's words "Ask Branksmere," he had almost promis- ed her ono, and now those flowers had been sent to fllt its plane. She had flung them from her 111 a very transport of fury, had picked them u a' am and p g pulled out their host loaves and laid thein tenderly 011 the table. What if, after all, she had been mistaken, If ! A sorry hope, As Staines' flowers now lie side by etdo with Brankemere's, wheeslre has laid them down, an expression that suggests revenge darkens her face, To discard his 'flowers, and then give honor to his rival's, She shivers a little as that word "rival" fences itself upon her; With a cold sense of solf- mpt she declares openly to herself that over of hers in the fond careless irre• able past is her lover still. • ale that ahead doubt erica aloud for room in her heart, At times it ma team later on with yours It sounds a • linty coo�flexity, does it not 7 And it will • 1111 ii well, believe me." You would place 001 r1, ii .111 n p 1 your c g Y urwerho a t , says at est, sinwiy, Your heart fails you ?" with a slight g, " Thon do not proceed, I advise hen lie scorcher], but always life lingoes in it Ther ' There is no lovo for her husband o t idle g or restrain the wayward ward warlsiin . Y s of her li scut, but yet some i instinct warns her that 1 t8, Daryl's Oyes aro off his darts, determined face Midas 1,e Doll, hum 1 1 and that his eyes have mime yet fallen be. "Poor 80,11?" says Primrose. "1 fear he tau fore hers, She Is but a W01n011, too, and hen not long for this world. 1l`aawell will THE' 1101 oe 1 name io dear to her, As yet 00 tenth q t blight Inas cols, to it t and—and there 10 :Owing, 1Ynr'ery, and pale Angel- ica, Cued the it sty fat, Innocent ovine 1 T i,inu re her feet, Ryle matches up the. 11, wcr0 (11:tt Cho—alas 1 believes to he Pee ilusiennea, and with white lips and truul ling ll.geni revs vs dwrn-stairs, Th., ober 0,u1ucge0 have started ton mhlntes ago, lady Anne mud Lord Prim- rose have waited to accompany her, With a little hurried apnlog>. for the delay 8110 bee caused, they, too, step Into the waiting brougham, end ore driven toward tiro teles. - CHAPTER XXVII, Night is waning ; the stars aro shining with even a keener brilliance than distill. guished them an hour ago, The ball is at its height; the band ie at last becoming impressed by the sad plaints it has been holding forth so long ; it begins to excel itself, It utas failed, however, to impress Mar• gory Daryl with a sense of its own senti- mental sorrow. She is laughing gayly mar - rounded by a little group of admirers, amongst whom are Curzon Bellew—a man from Louring Barrnoks, and little Air. Goldie the aerate. The County Ball is not only a fashionable but a very sociable affair, to whioh both the rectors and the carates of the town around are permitted to eo- company their womankind withont are - buff being delivered to them next day fn the papers, "We s11a11 jest drop in for a moment or two to get a glimpse of our friends," the rector is wont to arty annually but lefir. (ioldie's moment or two has grown into hours, so loath is he to drag himself away from the fair Margery. She is looking more than ordinarily charm. ing to -night. She is radiant, happy—many triumphs have fallen to her share, many scalps tomer innocent bow, Peter, too, is in high feather; and is having quite a gay old time of it amongst the prettiest girls in the room. The Honor- able Tommy seems determined his protege ehall snake a night of it, and Peter may honestly be said to be reveling. " Your brother seems to nee to be—or —going it," says Heiken, tonna Daryl, Alt I Peter W110 ' born in a merry hour V" returns she, laughing. " Mark his increasing amiability," looking at her brother as she sees him paying open court to type. yowng woman of the ,Roman -nosed His astounding effrontery, you mean,' corrects Heiken, mildly. "I myself with all my seasoning would not take a small fortune to crack jokes with Lady' Emma Forbes, which it oceans to oto is whab he ie now doing. Watoh Min, he doesn't look in the least frightened." "The other way round rather," says Branksmere, with a little smile. "It is cruel. It 1001880 me feel old," sighs Heiken, mournfully. "I can't keep up with the rising generation ; already they distance lite. Last time I spent five minutes alone in Lady Emma's company was in July, '84, It was an exceptionally warm evening I remember, yet even when those dire five minutes tante to an end I was obliged to fly to the nearest kitchen fire to try and impart some ]teat into my chilled marrow. Yet there is the valiant Peter 111 the same situation, warm and comfortable." "More than thet. Actually enjoying himself. Now he is laughing. And—and so is Lady Emma, by Jove. See!" "Llugbing 1 Oh, no, I won't believe that. Laughing 1 Lady Emma laughing! Mies Daryl, this is our waltz, I think, V4 ill you kindly take me away?" She does so, and, passing by Mrs, Amyot who is holding a court of her own, attracts her attention, "Pretty thing, that Margery Daryl is," she says. "Soft as a orayon sketch. She always seems to me the very incarnation of youth and spring, and freshness and—er— all that sort of tuning," "You are growing amazingly fresh and youthful yourself," whispers Mrs, Vyner. "What an outburst 1 What ravishingaenti- meat l Is all that the result of Haikett's dancing with her?" "Margery is charming --.but not to be named in the same day with her sister, for all that," remarks Mr, Paulyn. "No? Well it would ill become me to dispute ft. Lady Branksmere is certainly lovely." "To a fault," fin1ehoa Mrs. Vynor. "That expresses It in a nutshell," arms Primrose, laughing. "She is beautiful, we oa11 all sae, and yet—is she? One hardly knows, after all. 1 canines at all ebonts, it is a beauty that pirates me. I am (tont] enough not to be able to understand it. She is too volc11nie--too repressing. One is always wondering when the denounce- ment will be," "Soon, I shouldn't wonder 1" lisps Mrs. Vyner. 'It will be curious when it comes, These intense -looking women are generally very trying—very" "Social extinction, did you say ?" asks Mrs Vyner, artlessly, "Not total." "It is possible to go too far, Louisa," says Mrs. Amyot. "Just what I think," returns that irre- pressible person. "Much too far. Aly very own sentiment, I assure you, Alt 1 ta11c of the den—an angel, I mean—there goes Lady Branksmere. "How that white and gold suits her," said Mrs, Autyot "White seems a favor- ite of here." "So cloes Captain Staines," laughs Mrs, Vyner, pointing to Muriel's companion. "Funny selection," exclaims o, tall man of the lanky order, "I should oall Staines ugly myself.'• no l handsome rather," "I agree with Varnyshe 3 ugly, ugly decidedly," exclaims Lord Primrose. "All tho outer veneer he can put on does not blind mo to the defects beneath," "Ah l Lord Primrose 1" murmurs leIrs. Amyot. "You grow severe I I shudder to things what will become of me when you 0000 see through my veloutine," "You area hypocrite to your voloutine," returns the small man gallantly. "Yost pretend it is of service to you when it isn't?' "Ali 1 Primrose 1" Mee she, "you shall have a share of my seat for that. Come take it. flamer you aro longing for the repose Mr, Vaenysho is so fond of tolling 118 0/011S." " The general impression is that of rose, but is hardly safe in believingg ib, Iyer eyes, the petulant underlip, mooic at it. At the first glanoo she is au exquisite 'still life,' if you will, but with a storm brooding on the dfebert hill -tops." "Would you have them impolite 1 How do you treat those•tvi111 whole you aro of friendly terms?" "Ah I you should know 1" murmurs she, ' Idon't scowl at them, at all avwnte, be. hind Incl tut ' 5nr boo ks,A 1 r n I have r Omar ,th t Captain Staines looks as black as 011 Ethiopian when M POST. he enriched by hint bolero many menthe go by," "Ever hear any fellow talk of one's in - aide like Idler burst out Mr, 1'a»lyn, " Dowel odd I call it, and before lance, ion, One would think he wee 1110 private p08se0001 of a telescope Hutt could eve into a fellow, ell ?" "Dwell on his many mattes and be 3011. lent," Bays Mrs. Aoyol, "And bring to, mind 1,t the same time your 13aaon : ' Sly Lord St. Albans said that name never put her proclaim; jewels pito a garret fnur stor- ies ]sigh, and, therefore, that exceeding tall mon over had very empty heads.' Poor lir, Varny'she 1 Ono feels fat' him after that. I should be afraid to crltielee any ones() many miles above mo." c' Mfrs, Vyner, we miss you. Your thoughts? (Ave in those at least, "Alas 1 I never learned how to think. Mrs. Amyot will tell yon so," lisps she, "I was merely looking at the little A018110an woman with the robin's eyes, The Daryl's sister-in-law, I mean." " See how elle watches Lady Beaulrsmere's every movement," exclaims Mfrs, Amyot, "Or is it Captain Staines'? I am 80 wretehedlyy abort -sighted," protests Mrs. Vyner, "Do you know I often wonder what it ie Captain Stainers co.11 possibly have done to her or she to him; they treat each abet with such a 1•lgoro08 politeness when compelled to speak 7" "It Lady ]iranksmereistobebraoketed its a 'still life,' how may Mies Daryl be desig- nated 7" asks Primrose, blandly. " As ' an interior'?" ' Yes, yes, Very aptly put. And what a perfect ' interior I' 1111 love and peace and grace 1" "You admire Miss Daryl the meet, then?" says Mrs, Amyot, smiling. "Ah, yes 1" responds the lanky man. "No wonder 1 They are very pretty eyes. I snppoee he would rather !tat e them on him." "That I question." "Fanny you remarking anything 1" says Mrs. Amyot, "That surprises you. Do you know, of late," vontm'es Mrs. Vyner, meekly, "it has occurred to me that, perhaps, 1 loop more stupid than I really am?" " You must not let thee fear trouble you again," whispered her friend, gayly. It isn't true 1" "Anybody got their eyes on Aunt Sel- ina?" exelai1ns Mr. Paulyn. "It so, he or she will be richly rewarded, buck spite 1 such venom could hardly be excelled 1 See how she glowers at Muriel ! What's she been doing ?" That is just what we all want to know," sighs Mrs, Vyner, mildly, ' My genets aunt has her eye on her to night, at all events," says Air. Paulyn "And what an eye it is ! Thank goodness 1 she has taken up a new hobby. As a rule, that eye was dedicated to a discovery of my delinquencies." "I'm very sorry if I offend you, Mr. Paulyn," murmurs Mrs. Vyner; "!Bub I must always regard it as a personal injury that that old lady, your aunt, ever saw the light, Why don't you renounce her?" "'Twouldn't have done you a bit of good if she'd been born blind," returns Mr. Panlyn, " She'd have found you oat all the Came 1' Mrs. Anlyot, bending over her fan, gives way to silent nlfrth, " You were right in what you said yester- day," she whispers to Mrs. Vyner. "He is a nice boy," "Perhaps if she hadn't been born eb all it would have sineplilecl mutters," says Mrs. Vyner, "Site is a living nightmare." "Pitts on her Clothes with a pitchfork, and is never happy unless she is taking away somebody's oharaoter— shocking habits, both," murmurs Mrs. Amyot, " Shocking, indeed," agrees Helkett. "Ah, you?" she ores, " Well, Mentor, and where have you been all this long time, We have been discussing Lady Brauksmere's charms in oomparison with those of her sister. I am prejudiced in favor of Mar- gery, but public opinion gives the apple to Lady Branksmere, Yes, Mr. Paulyn, you were right when you said Margery'e pen fections were eclipsed by those of her sister." 'Perhaps it will add a little additional interest to that remark of mine to know chat it was not made in allusion to Lady Branksmere at all," returns Mr. Paulyn, "but to Margery'e younger sister—Angel- ica," "They aro a handsome lot, those Deryls," says Primrose, "And virtue," supplements Mrs. Vyner sweetly. As she says this Lady Branks- more, with Staines still beside her, pasaes by them, and, slipping through an open window, disappears luto the mystic recess• es of the night, --- CHAPTER XXVIII. Upon the broad etone•flsgged terrace great tuba of odorous evergreens are dotted hero and there, casting their perfumes into the dewy darkness. A little harmless baby shower had fatten from heaven about au hour ago, and still the large shining leaves are wet with it, and "sparkle softly 111 the moonbeams, Up above, the pale drifting clouds have been scattered by a wandering wind, and now the Queen of Night is sai ing calm and tranquil in the blue ether, Far beyond again lies the fountain, its sprays rising and falling in a lazy, fashion suggestive of the thought that it would fain slumber, but i8 driven into action by some tyrennioal Pixie. Muriel, coming to a standstill beside it, seats herself on the marble edge, pulls off hwr.glovo and lets her lingers play amongst the opening buds that lie on the water's bosom, Staines watches hor with a curious Intent- ness. Never before, perhaps, has he felt so keenly the power and perfection of her beauty. The mystic 11001-0110 sense of farness, --a11 tend to bring passion into life. It seems impossible that any one should be awake save these two. 1111 the world might indeed be dead, and that sweet, mournful music their requiem, tvitlt only two to hear it 1 Muriel's white gown is melting a vivid b101 agaiclat the dark background of firs. Tllo moonbeams have descendorlanrl caught her, and are encircling hoe with their white flames, and glalolug off the gems that deck her, Presently she lifts her head and looks round her with an air of ono suddenly startled. "How apart w5 80001 to be,' 8ay0 she dieoontnitedly, "I am glad of it,"returned Staines, in a manner hurried, impulsive. "You aro clanged,' she says. " What is it 1 The moonlight? It always moires me, too, long Ib be aloha 1" He cheeks the eager words he would have uttered, and instead stooping toward her, points to the white flowers she holds. "I hardly dared hope so much." S1, much?" 1, "!.hat on d „ cul ors m w wear Rowena Y y "You, „ }numistalte, she says, coldly. "'These are net yours" You will understand that I .houghs yenta charming ; that I was do oh gretiliedl but 1 have not used theta," 'Row 1.11011, ' with an sdnifrebiy puzzled (:u ,TI'LY 7, xi 93 air, "yon tooOive4 twe bouquets the Pa11, ?,r 111 ellout, yen, But the Rower'e 111'0 different, I'm; were lilies, if yore re- member," HEALTH, Poko•Root for Diphtheria• Pardcu me," eniliu AOaRantl "mine If one realized the value of the aminal gY, Inkea'e t as a rem 'diel agent there would were heath, '(''hose the lilies were I tun at 111 once; x1110 rice„ in he mummer and fall a 156 to cow/Were, hat cet•tnitdy ray bon• floe for the peep'1ue of Hahn, it br 06008 of gnat ll 118 CnlnpoRUd of 11Ua111.' eiolnicee thread' the winter. In a te0ent "Ido 161,1 0ot,tprolum4,'' sltc eoys, "Of ropaft ft was a.8sorte,l that thorn 1110 ver' eours0 ther0 (8 a 115161(0 8onnewherce, Bn1, fete s 100111,1 eamlitio s 10 •e y 1 repeat I had nn iciott I W08 w'euin the 1 n molar golseIt ie iloware yon eo kindly sent at01,1:: , g cainnot he need W grout: udraltngo. It is "Alt 1 That Iwowlodga I have taken to a vegatablo mltotvttire, amt (1010 11111. 0110' heart. Pray, do not be afraid I: ehail fm- ily 103110 the glandular system, giving agino otherwise," returns he, "I meet ex. jirontpt relief when the lymphntie glnnde press my regret that that sorry gift of urine, has octasionerl you some nnnoyenee, Whoever sent you the other flowers, is to bo envied," "Lord liranlromore sent thein," retnrn0 she quickly. Something in her manner that 5161008 chooses to translate to his Own satisfaction sends a sudden light of triumph to his eyes, (no 1,t: C0NTIeven,) Wonder Workers, When obowiug the violet shade the thio 1s 11008 of the film of a soap bubble is about 1- 240000th of an inch, Some extensive experiments have recently been made m connection with the Gorman Army, the object of which has bee» to pro- vide oontinuoue electric illuminations at nighb from balloons. In the good old times when Oil wa0 used in lighthouses, a 6,000•eandle power lamp was considered immense. The Incest eloottio lighthouse, built inFrance (Hero, at Havre), will have the power of 2,1100,000 candles Professor Baruardof the Idols Observatory lave been enhergoil. In fntlanlnlation itis also of seat valno as a poultice, g p 1011 uo, and should lc appliedinlmediately when one's breasts have l000mo Botta from any cause, In certain diphtheric casaa it acts so wondat•fully ORS it is being »80d in numb hospitals as a remedy. The best preparation is a tincture of polre.roob gathered fn the autumn of the year, ''('ho fresh roots ahonld be gathered then, and dried just enough to evaporate what water there i8, Thei out the roots intestinal pieces, and add twine as much cleat alcohol a8 there are roots. Pub this away in a darts room and let it stand for Dight days, keeping it cool meanwhile. After this period has elapsed filter it, and !seep the liquid in a darts-oolored, tveil- stoppered bottle until needed for use. The usual dose internally is from ten to twenty strops in four ounces of water, and taken ,boat every two or four beers. This is a homemade preparation that should be kept in the hoose at all times, for its remedial value le great, The Absinthe Habit. One of the worst drugs that is allioting expects that three years will be ro aired to Franco today, and whioh is rapidly work - expects lug into favor in this country, is the dead. complete g of the Milky Way, photographs he is ly absinthe, the greenish yellow liquid that prooeediog rapidly at the observatory, and so many quaff with relish. This ve0octfon he astronomer is confident that when leis Frplaying pep i e,ld liand is avoc ifilling th the the nerves 100 syltane laborsare finished the results will neon.- French thousands of lunatics. Inv dine tionize the old conception of the Milky Way. He expects to reveal thepresonee of at least 000,000,000 suns. conntty it is increasing rapidly fn popul te- ty, and where a few years ago it was not known hero it is now for sale at nearly It 10 a well known fact that heavenly every hotel and bar -room, This liquid is bodiss invisible to the human eye, even when qua6od in large quantities throughout the assisted by the tr,ost powerful telescope, day, a subject generally beginning with may bo detected by the photographic plate. ono or two glasses, and ending with a A practical illustration of the value Of pho- dozen or more. Though less injurious for tography in this connection is found in the it time than morphine, it works as much experience of March when no fewer than harm in the end. It stillmlates the nerves, eighteen small planets were detected photo- soothes them, and gives to the patient a graphically. Twelve of these were discover- quiet, drentnery feeling. Thio, however, ed by fl1 Gharlois, at Nice. is alwaye followed by the reaction, and in time the weakened nerves cannot 11, e with- out it. They crave it so that the person is almost compelled to drink it to quiet him- self. 18 does not pay to daily with the ter- rible curse, for itis more insidious than a serpent, and more wily than. the blandish- ments of woman's charms, It has ruined more constitutions in France than any one war, and it is working gradually the same direful results in the United Status. The deadly drug comes from wormwood, and it le really the juice of chis plant, which growe abttndently in the valleys of the Swiss Alps. The discovery of the pace - liar qualities of the juice of the wormwood wits made by an enterprising physician in the French army, who some sixty years ago prescribed it to the solution In Algiers to 000nteraot the debilitating effect of the climate and hard learohiug. The bitterness of the plant made agood tonin, and it was for this reason that the physician presorihed it. It did help all of those who took it, twenty shots with Aperyte, After 800 shots but the whole array soon got to taking ie the gun was still Olean, The manufacture in large gnantitie0. It became the favorite drink of the m'my, and was then imported to France where the fashionable and sooial set took it tip as good tonio beverage. When taken in small quantities it is a good tonic, and works successfully, but its danger lies in the desire to continue taking it for every little complaint. The upper kayo of the wormwood plant are taken and bruised with hyssop, calamus, and anise. After this the absinthe wort fe die - tilled, and mixed with sugar, alcohol, and other ingredients. It is e. species of nano - tie that 10 rather distasteful, and a acquired taste is neeessa•y for it; but as it is now mixed and sold at hotels at is not so unpleas. ant. The drink was first introduced into this country by the French-Canadian im- migrants, and it has spread rapidly, as moat evils do, to the principal cities all over the country. The mania for its sub. tie and poisonous charms is hard to explain; it is es much a mystery as thatof morphine. A Hungarian inventor claims to be able to spin ordinary wood pulp or cellulose into yarn from which all sorts of tissues can be merle, in the ordinary way, equalling in durability, appearance and fastness of uolor the best cotton goods. If his scheme is practicable it will revolutionize the textile industry. Itis claimed the method is applic- able not only to cellulose, but to every sort of short fibrous material, rags, :wraps of cot- ton and linen goods and the like, where the fibre can be dyed before being spun into yarn. A 1151w smokeless powder, called Apyrite has given remarkable results in trials at Stockholm. The powder is claimed to burn without flame or smoke, can be handled and transported without danger, and is uneffect- ed by moisture or heat. Nitro-cellulose is supposed to enter largely into its composi- tion. Fifteen shots with oidinary Swedish powder, and ten shots with nitro-glycerine powder, dial not heat the gun so muoln as of the powder is said to require no special oppliaaees or buildings. 'WIPED OUT BY FORM FIREB. Oanborn, sets., I�tone—lion River tit a Set O r F hues. A Duluth despatch says 1 A special from Ashland says : "Sanborn, a small lumber- ing town on the Duluth and South Shore road, is entirely wiped out by the forest fires, Two children of a homesteader there were separated from their parents and per- ished in the flames. One bridge nearly 100 feet long was also burned. A special from Ashland says : Late re. ports from Iron River report the loss tench lighter than at first stated. The town is surrounded by a wall of flames, but a Iarge force of inen, including help from the Ash- land fire department, are bravely fighting the flames. They have plenty' of hose and water and will likelysave the town. Hassey Hatton's large wareltonse,the new school- house, a church and four residences aro burned. The Use of the S oioe• There is no sound more pleasing to the ear than a clear, well -modulated and 111001. One man named Dieteh had his leg broken on volae, but only ono in le thou5516(1 pos. John Meagher \VAS suffocated and died season or knows how to use snail a voice. while figlndug fie at his homestead near Ono should snake an effort to cultivate and normal). The bridge of the Wisconsin use the voice properly for health's anise as Centre! at Alinersvilleis burned. well as for the pleasure it gives. Eloau- Oaen, llioh„ was miss swops by fire and tionary exorcises should be practised daily, another bridge burned, so that trains have for this strengthens the voice, throat and to be transferrer!. The wires on the Omaha lungs, 1.'('onon as a rule are inclined to and the Central are ail down. pitch their voice too high and men too low, . At White River over 1000 acres of stand- so that the former is too shrill and squeaky ing pine aro ablaze, making a regular sea to sound well, and the latter too heavy and of flames, The lees at Sion River is about 8"60,000. The fire near Washburne is approaching rapidly and help has been asked for. Tho great mass of green Norway timber seems to burn like straw, and the total losses will run to well up in the millions. Feathers Flying' About. In a rural district of Tiaddingtonshire a young farm labourer once went courting one Saturday night, A preliminary inter- view with the objeotof his affection passed offeueoeasfully, and le clue time he found himself seated by the fire in the fat'mhonse kitchen. This was the y0u0g titan's first appearance ill that oharaoter, and, es he and the girl had had little previous acquaintance he found himself sadly et a loss for something to say in order to begin oonvereation,' from which llo expected mucin pleasure. In vain —he could call up no subject at all sun table for the oeca0ion—net one son• tenoe could he utter, and for n long time he sat on in siiont despair, Tho girl herself was equally silent } she 00 doubt, remembered the te"ehieg of the old Scotch sop„, " Men maim be the first to speak," At last the young man suddenly 000101nlod "Jenny, there's afeather on yes apron." "I wirina bate wondered if there had been bw•a,'' replied ,fenny, " for I've been eittin' aside a goose a tang while," en What Re Oouldu't Do. 0 monotocous for effect. The lower notes aro the hardest to use, and one should try to use them every day, as it Neiil bring out now qualities in the voice never dreamer] of before. Nervousness will often prevent a public speaker from comtnanding his voice, but if it is used continually every day in exercise, this rarely o0ours. The person may be nervone, bub Ids voice will triumph over it, and shote the results of practise and, use, How to Work off Human Eat. Human fat is composed of 50 per cont. earbon, a little over 11 per cent. hydrogen, and a little over nine per cent, oxygen. Of course this fat cannot ho ao- cunulated unless its ing redients ere taken into the body in food, The food which he a proponderenoe of these ingredients can be worked off by oven air ex ereise, because rho oxygen of the air uniting with the carbon goes out of the lungs in th e form of carbonic acid gas and relieves the s y8tem of so much fat, 'Phis i0 the reason lv by people, who lead an open air life or live in the country or on mountains and breath e a great deal of fresh air ate' loss likely to b a Corpulent than business men, shopkeepers and others who are habitually in the ahn0s phet'o with less oxygen and who take less exercise, Open- air respiration is One of the bet ways of worsting off fat, Newspapers and Program. Newspepos, above all other enterprises, Hurst keep up with, the march of progress, says eluent Halstead. Ffteen years ego a A student liedbeen bragging at a party New Yorls newspaper in getting a now out- er his varied accomplishments, until one of fit of printing prerace congratulated itself the party, losing all patlenoo; said : that the acme of perfootloet had been roaoh- "No\v we have heard smite enough of ed and that no chane would bo needed what you can do; just tell 100 what you until the presses 'W change worn out, But in oat'C o d and twill ,n tt lutdo•t undertaketo l Is 1 1 le o t 1010 ss than n fivo • „yyears ever one of then sn F Y 1, rcme p e8 were in r the tunic d 818 (b although "Imdaod," replied 1110 student. "'('4'111, they worn deiug hotter work than whoa cannot pay my 0111, and am very glad to first an up, and trop $15,000 to ee.1, 000 had 111hat you call do it," to be sao'iROed on every one of lbw, They Algid the hilarity of the company, the were not worn out, but new hn•euticni had est redeemed Ids promise, ppy them behind the tines,