Lucknow Sentinel, 1891-03-20, Page 6sin Not 1* One Lina"
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'kM: much owlthey like,
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fly ruftlf `the sloe! Sy
i'meaopeintep, balloon.
gththsyy starve by bits in the inky pits,
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Thoa Wtefr'ohildren cryfor breed,
The euil of the game must be the same-
Kies Capital hasps ahead.
pay ? Abagrd 1 Upon my word,
fat -more. aa,thenten-reguire..p.._, ,_..._....
You ppeak of the poor• -what they endure,
Deprived of their bit of fire.
If we who control the price of coal
Reduced it ee'hie -time of year,
Our. dividends, inworthy-friends,
Would rapidly disappear 1
I'm willing to add that the work is bad,
And dangerous too, to face ;
Hut when one elope, and reels, and drope
ihb'rs'S another to take iiia place.
"Supply and demand," throughout the land,
Byh
that we et>hnd or fstl.
We're dealing in coals, but bodies aukeoulb
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Au Old *id's Query.
Somerville Journal, :
Long years ago there lived a man,
A learned men, they may.
So learned than hie memory •
Has lived until today.
He'd studied all the eolentos,
And mastered ever art
A loving woman's eart.
And moa lonely bachelor 6,
He lived, and eo he died -
T_ _ ,And Charon ferried him aoross
The Styx'e inky tide.
And now the question must arise,
From countless lips let tall;
Although be knew so much, was he
A wise man, after all?
Au Old -Fashioned Maid.
She oan, peel and boil potatoes, mate a salad of
tomatoes. but she doesn't know a Latin noun
from Greek ;
And eo well she nooks a chickenthat your appe-
tite 't would quicken, but she cannot, tell
what's modern from antique ;
Sheknows how to seta table and make order
out of Babel, but ehe doesn't know Euripides
from Kant: •
Once at making pies I caught her -Jove f an ex-
pert mustbave taught her -but ehe doesn't
know true eloquence from rain;
She has quite a firm conviction one ought only
to read notion. and ehe doedn't care for
science, not a bit ;
And the way she makes bet bonnets, sure is
worth a thoneand sonnets, but she doesn't
ea;e for " culture." not a whit;
She can make her wraps and dresses till a fellow
fast confesses that there's .not another
maiden ham{ an sweet ;
She's e immersed in home completely, where she
k
eps-all-things eo neatly, but -from -Brown
ingg not a line can she repeat.
Well! infact, she's just a woman, gentle, lovable h
¢ uman.and.her_faults she -ie -quite will-
ing to admit ;
?Tware foolish to have tarried, so we went off
and ,were married, 'and I tell you I am.
mighty glad of it,
-Nathan M. Levy in Judge.
TIRE PRIMA DONNA.
My heart throbbed in'responeive vibra-
Sion as the .cadence fell, like .charmed
gymp cloy, from one who knew the terrors
of loneliness.
"Thou to wham I leve to hearken,
Came, ere yet the shadows darken.
Though my soul do but deceive me,
Say thon'rs true, and I'll believe thee.
Veil, if ill, thy heart's intent.
Let me think thee innocent."
Resohing the gate in the villa wall and
finding it open I almost involuntarily
entered and, ander the shadow- of inter-
vening foilsge, orept nearer to the singer,
as she continued : "'
"' says thy toilieg, spare thy treasure ;
'All I ask is friendship's pleasure.
Let the shining ore lie darkling,
Bring no gem with lustre sparkling.
Gifts of gold are naught to me,
,. I would only look on thee."
"Paint for thee the deep sensation ;
Rapture in participation..
Tel to thee high-wrougat feeling,
Eeataoy in but revealing ;
Yet but torture, if compressed
in a lone, unfriended beast."
"Oh man ! " I muttered ; " Where are
you biding ? . How ate you so blind ae not
to see; so deaf, not to hear ; so cruel, not
to respond to euoh a ooh ? "
I felt it was with all my heart, for friend-
ship's pleasure was that for whioh I
longed its eetaoy is bei revealing was
something whioh I oonld plainly under-
stand an able to drive sway the tortures
that lay compressed in my lone, unfriended
breast. Breathlessly, now, I listened to
the last verse :
" Absent still 1 ah. come and bless me
i,et these eyes again caress thee.
Once, in caution, I could fly thee ;
Now,I nething could deny thee.
In a look. if dente there be,
Come, and I will gaze on thee."
The singer rose slowly when the song was
flniehed and wearily oroseed the balcony,
passing through a soft .light falling from
beyond an open d
Leottbra 1 " "I erred, tremblln se I world d
sprang from the shadows. " You are palling
some one."
" Signor Anthony I " she exolaimed step-
ping beak. quiokty toward the open door.'
" It is your voioe. No 1 I was not palling
any one,"
"Do not go away, Leonora," I pleaded.
"I did not Dome to dieoover your macre*,
I did not know that it was you while I
listened to the singing. But now that I
know, Leonora, tell who he ie and where,
and I will Moll him to you from the end of
the earth, only in return forgive me and be
my friend."
It was a endow combination of septi•
menta, but I did not consider the logioal
complication° and, indeed, had no farther'
deeireao,'when Leonora replied :
" As muoh ae any one, Signor Anthony,
I was thinking of you."
Oh, I ootid make a weary journey away
to Boppaed, on the Rbine,,only to find.that
Mina was gone! after I had labored for ten
long years to win her; but I had only to
follow the drat random prompting of a
moment, only to walk beyond the Roman
Goo to discover Leonora, beautiful goddeea
of the night, waiting for me, thinking of
me, oalling me. Approsohidg the balcony
and leaning upon 'the belneirade I spoke,
without forethought or ooneideration, pre-
cisely what was in my heart.
" I have been wretohly lonely, Leonora.
My father has been from Florence more six months and will not return for
years, perhaps. I have done nothing good
in my studio, for. I cannot withont"eome
one 'to tell me whether I am right or
wrong, I am ;,gloomy and unhappy. I
have en one to speek.to ; no ono to make
me forget myself as yon need to. See I I
have brought your little pares with me. It
is all that I have to remember you by, and
together we have come to- ask you if you
L•
cannot forget the pant and glome baok
•gain, eornetirea, to the *tale. I ddenot
mean to iwt es a model any more, but as a
oriti_o to tell me about my work; to talk to
me and cheer me as you need to. _Will you
not Dome, Leonora ?"
• I say it from long afterward -and inno-
cent, I am sure, of any desire to mitigate
the ellgbteat wrong .or folly of those day)
that with all my heart, I neem!' preeieely
whlit-Illaid;-no more and-naieow. _._ _ _. _..,.
Leonora hesitated. I saw it as I leaned
upon the rail of the vine -covered balcony
and, looking up, pleaded more earnestly :
"Do not say no, Leonora, for it you knew
bow much it would be to me to have you
come you would instantly oonsent."
" Signor Anthony," she said, " the
tongue is very pliwb.o to way ploaat,ut
things .to Women when man wills it.
Bat
I am not a Billy girl, Signor, though I
ti
thedt no oae woald Dome to me to oritioiee•
or tell them anything of the wonderful
works of art that are born in Signor
Winthrop's studio. That is folly. and
what yon say is not tree."
" Leonora I " I exolaimed, " it I ever de-
oeived you you need not believe now. It ie
true what I said,. Did yon not make me
all that I was that wan not gloomy onoe ?
T • L
.�.�--���=rs��.^•sem • - a
ever painted before ? And oan you no do
it again it you choose ? "
" You never deceived me, Signor," she
replied, " and yet it was a very great
mistake that 1 listened to yon befoee. I
know I am weak and foolish to be tempted
to listen again, but one is always happy to
hear that they have made others so, and it
yon ' will tell me truly just whet it ie that
you ask of me now, I will think it over and
decide."
Comprehending only the longing of my
heart for something to mitigate my soli-
tude and loneliness, I repeated from the
song she had been singing, whioh seemed
to express my sentiments 8o perfectly
" ' All I ask ie friendship's pleasure.' "
" Friendship ? Friendehip ? " ehe re-
peated slowly, in a voice that was so muoh
like the mesio, eo soft and -low, that I could
not wonder that, unconscionely. I bad felt
iia inspiration in my work. •" Friendship
for how long, Signor ? "
" Forever," I replied, determined not
again tosacrifice a blousing of my own
free will.
"A friendship that shall last forever and
be nothing. nothing more ? " she asked de -
literately -Mid I,
e-
liberatelyend'I, seeing the' 'thought
the Meal of my hope, replied, more
earnestly-: - - . .--
"A friendship that shall last forever, and
be nothing more. "
Slowly, very slowly approaohing ms
with that subtle, graceful motion, seeming
hardly to move the While, ehe sang thelast.
Untie of the aong again
" Once, in *sutler*. I could fly thee ;
New,_L.nothin ould-denythee
In a look, if there death there be,
Come, and I will gaze on thee."
And with that, as she reaohed me, she
placed her little hand in mine. I1 was the
first time I had ever touohed it, and°
eagerly clasping it I predeed it passionately
to my lips. Then she took the purse that I
was holding, looked at it earnestly for a
moment, kilned it it and gave it baok to
,me, as, bending over me, she whispered :
"I will Dome to the studio to -morrow,
just before the sun sets. You will have
finished your work. Good night."
Oh, the night (or was it Leonora) was
marvelously, beautiful as I walked baok
again, through the Roman Gate and down
the old streets of Florence.
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FRIENDSHIP'S PLEASURE.
I knew Leonora too well to doub
hat. she would keep her promise
nd, as no uncertainty. perplexed me
in the metier, I was actually con
cions, for once in my life, of vaguely
ondering upon the wisdom of what
was doing. When I wan- alone in my
Judie, the next morning, after the first
ash of joy had changed to calmer antioi.
alien, I asked 'myself it it were really,
umanly possible to make and keep such a
mpaos. There was a warmth of senti-
ent in the manner in whioh we had sealed
that was inoongruone. Why had she
aid : "In a look, if.death there be ? "
osaibly because it was so ' written in
he Bong. Why had she kissed the
tale puree and given it baok to me ?
as it simply to ceenre me of her friend -
hip ? Why should she Dome to me when
had flaished my work ? It was while I
was working that I had told her that I
eeded her.
Solar as I, personally, was concerned no.
ar annoyed me, for I oould readily under -
and ,my own pleasure in her friendship,
Dor. d for the 'rent was I not Mina's ?. AIL
e won Doul not have shaken me from
at rook. Nothing, indeed, but a complete
ieoonoeption of all that . I have tried to
y of myself could make my aotioa or
ought in "this matter appeeir in any way
a ooneoioue Reale belying the send -
ants I bore toward Mine, or as indicative
any ohange in them. Had Mina been
th me I should not have thought, mnoh
a have longed, for other friendship, and
i1e that love for Mina was in my heart
saw no poeeible danger in seeking and
peoting external.relief from, loneliness.
y fears were arot}eed only for Leonora.
wondered if ebe thoroughly understood,
d asked myself it it were'poeeible that I
a leading her where my„ father had
rned me lay unutterable misery. 'I even
an to dread the approach of enneet, and
efully arranged with myself a logical
d eloborate eyetem by whioh I should
✓ guard our friendebip, that it might
t forever but to the end be nothing more;
ping constantly before Leonora the
dge we had made, and ever holding my -
t so tenaciously that there'ehould be no
ger of a moment of forget fellness
ioh might insinuate a thtnght of passion,
gesting irretrievable unhappiness in the
ure ; mesh a fool of a philosopher will
tidal ignorance make of ,one who is
oretically wise.
etore the sunset_ Leonora oats. Aa
r, she was better than her word.
Wee it Leonora ? .
ho eyes 1 the smile ! the gra'oe 1 They
e Leonora. Bat where was the poor„
orant model whose beauty I had bar.
ned so long to hire ? Had it been light
night before I ehonld, dotibtless heave
ed myself that queetion then, and bad I
been 'drawn by the singing to the villa,
in its charm been lost to everything but
timeni and Leonora before I discovered
t 'it was her home, 1 should, probably,
then have thought how muoh too fine it
was for the home of a poor model. Ail
We flashed across me, now, when, at lest,
I could not eeoape seeing it, for Leonora
stood before me, dressed, ae only au
Italian woman can dress; in that exquisite
harinany where the drapery is leas than a
part of herself, only an inferior aooeaeory
that is graced by the wearer --not lraoing
her. True, her costume wan of the moat
ooetly-'fabrto butrone--oould°dlardly notion
it, for it clung about ber figure oo exquisite
in its perteotion that, with unaccountable
hesitation I approached her and my hand
trembled ae I planed a chair for her.
She ahrenk timidly from before my ad-
miring eyes and a deep flash euffueed her
eheeke-this firer effeot of that manly
wig/011(1140w that was ever to stand
guard for her -saying
NSignor,
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, may o while you
eTereasseirardtirsaq-efilsIstairetifilPelak(y
made of your little model." Then, by fate-
ful ohanoe, her eyee fell upon the canvas
at the opposite side of the studio, whioh,
by instincts, she must have known was that
whioh-I had painted ae the " Sunrise," for,
rapidly oroeeigg the room, she lifted the
cloth whioh covered it. -
Had I thought of the change whioh I
had made in it I should have p
may kiee me, jest ono., if -yon like, only to
make up, you know.'
Madness of bewilders I folly 1 Folly of
bewildered medaese 1 I kissed the parted
lipe that were reified to mine and we lett
the studio' together. Was I •stunned and
helpless still ? On the contrary I think
that et that moment and, perhaps, for the.
fent time in my life, I was absolutely gide-
Mid. In the ooldeet, moot inhuwan and
selfish- philoeo hy, I" could not -hive Tait
better piote, My fears were,gaieted and the
dread enepenee and apprehension, whioh
would have wrecked all -"the pleasure I was
eeeleing, had suddenly dieappared. I no
longer trembled feat my timid adoration
ehould leave a shadow over Leonora's life,
I no longer doubted that she understood
and would be able to keep the compacts we
had made.
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her ? When ebe had told me once and
skein that she .would not for the world be
what ehe wee, ehould, T not believe, her ?
Thus, arguing, I put the world of matter
away from me, and without restraint and
without pnnotion, gave myself unreservedly
to the eoetacy of friendship's pleasure,
whioh I had found before in the " Sunrise,"
and e: i..•.on, std '
A` ,. a evening, a
umeullied in its lustre, the beautiful
Leonora.
his should be the first work upon whioh to
teat the strength of our new compass, and
I trembled . as I saw the frown that
gathered on Leonore'e forehead, as, motion-
less, she stood before " The Night."
My lips were sealed and helpless. Silentl.
I waited the result. The frown graduall
faded from the forehead and a atrang
smile gathered about the lips ; neither o
them pasting a ehsdow over the eyes, I
was pa it those eyes ware too deeply en
grossed for external expression and mus
leave the forehead and the lips to betra
the sentiment of the hears. What the
sentiment was, however, that was thu
betrayed, I could only wonder ;. for I had
never seen that look on Leonora'a face be
fore. It . was gad i it was pathetio; there
was something in it that seemed almos
heroin. She wee very pale. She did no
move ; she did not turn her eyes from the
canvas ; but, at length, speaking very low
yet so die%inotly that every word seemed to
pierce me, she said :
" This, Signor. is what I have been ainoe
you saw me. It is not what I was when
you painted the Sunrise.' Till then I had
been ae.paraatethe.morning. __Now._I have
Evena night."
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been as blaok as th
it in her extendedste drapery, as ebe held
hand, dM not tremble
or waver, though her words, as ebe spoke
them, fell like poisoned dada upon the
Motionless figure watching her from &arose
the studio.
Before' me stood the- most beautiful
women that my eyes ever rested upon. If
there in all the world a face and form
withoutew-hien ielreve-besuty-that-weta-ab=-
solutely perfeot, it was this. Stunned and
helpless I stood there, recalling the worda
whioh she had spoken upon entering the
studio. Then, suddenly coming to myself,
I rapidly approached her, almoas clutching
her by the ahoalder as I grasped :
"Leonora ! you meant as beautiful as
night.".
Then she turned upon me. Her- eyes
met mine, and I trembled under the flesh-
ing splendor. She laid a delicate hand
upon my arm and fire seemed mating
through my veins. She spoke. No matter
what the words she said, her voice was
marvelous, bewildering melody. And yet
she said:
" Signor, as black as. night."
" God help me 1 " I pried. " Is that
what I have made of my, model ? "
Then tears glistened in those wonderful
1. eyes. The face was se white as marble ;
, es beautiful as the Venue de Medici. With-
out a quaver in her voioe, without a
- tremor of a muscle, without a flinobing of
a nerve, she looked into my eye° and
replied :
" Signor Anthony, it was because I
loved you. You were rioh and proud and
I was nothing ; yet I loved you. Your
father was afraid that my love might
injure you. Wait, Signor, yon shall speak
when it pleaeea you, but what I say I know.
That is why I went away. My heart was
torn and bleeding. For a month I would
rather have died for my love for you, but I
kept away until I turned mad, . Then I
killed my sorrow ; I buried my love and
my heart together. I buried them deep,
Signor. I buried them forever. They will
never trouble me any more. I have bean
as bad ae bad oan be since then, and ae the
result I am as, happy, as happy as the
angels. A great nobleman from the South
played that he loved . me and took me
away with him to Rome. For five months
I lived molt a gay lite there as mortal
never -lived -before Five.--months-t--Jtie
think how long it was 1 It was only a
week ago when he thought that it wee
time that he should be loving some one
else, and sent me back to Florence. But I
had no broken heart at parting, this time,
oh, no 1 . I Dame as 'happy ae I went, and
happier ; for I had lovely dresses. And oh,
ouch diamoade ! Beautiful diamonds t
When I fire' came to you. I was the pare,
clear morning. While I was with yon --
I know, you did not know it, Signor -my
love for you burned like the midday sun.
When I 'went away I was a sad and dewy
evening. And after that, why, then the
night, yon know. Yee, now I am a deer
and oloadleiee night. I have- no more
thought of sorrow ; no more the danger
of a broken heart ; not even longing any
more for love. I am just like the painting.
When you began with as we were both of
ne the sunrise, an now we are .both the
night. Of coarse we are what you have
made of your model. Yon need- not that I
or any ,one else should tell you how much
yon have improved upon ns both. For all
the world you could not turn that pointing
baok to the sunrise it was at first. Oh, no l
It is wonderfully changed for the better.
No•more, Signor, for elI she world, would I
be what I wee when yon painted me.
That is ell. Now you feel better about it.
I oan see it in your eyes. And if you think
me pretty yon can take me wits you to the
Cafe Royal to supper. Then, it you will u
drive me to my home, I will ohange my se
dress and yon oan take me to the opera. w
Oh, I will be very dignified. Yon need not th
fear ; you shall not blush for me. No soul in
in Florence knows or ever shall know what I ri
'have been, ani I will never, never be at it ill
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pest and be just friends. Yon looked very w
oroei at , me a moment ago, but now yon oe
The longed -for night arrived and Leo-
nora outshone herself. Verily, I could
have fallen at her feet and worshipped ber
as the living Galatea. I realized the oon-
eummation of mortal admiration. There
was absolutely nothing in Leonora whioh I
did not admire. Mentors could not recall
for me one • unkind word, one cruel glanoe,
one thougbtleee, indelioate or annoying
act, one motion• that was not graceful, one
word that- wag not music, one expression .
'IbM wag not in perfeot harmony self -
poked, not inoapable of passion or emotion
but capable of controlling them, she eat
there without one fleck of duet to dim the
lustre of the diamond.
Love l Were those sentiments of•love ?
Was there no difference when I thought of
Mina ? I considered my olaim upon Leo-
nora precisely as I goneidered
her claim
ripen me. Had she told me that night that
I am confident that I should have said i
" How happy will be the man whom you
will bless. And how muoh, ob, how maoh
I shall mite you." Would those have been
my words had Mina told me that ?
(To be Continued).
FAIR HANDS K>i:PT WHITE.
very ' ' oman Her Own BesutS'er- p1e
in Beason.
CHAPTER XIII.
STAR OF THE EVENING.
y The days were hours., Months flew
y in sweet delirium. Leonora beoame
e critic, my model, my friend. She was t
t soul of every touch of my brush upon 1
t canvas ; she was my shield from eve
- gloomy shadow ; my companion in eve
t nappy hour. She posed as my mo
y even, and as patiently as when she as
t first to the studio. She went with me
a the Cafe Royal and wag not lase refln
than the seatlieet dame of Florence. b
• was with me at the opera and she w
more beautiful than any. She was t
t admiration of all my friends in whatev
t pathe we found. them, and I the .obj.det
their lavish envy, for000th, the beautif
and aooemplished Leonora was myfrien
A year went by, then another was al
gone before I realized it had begun, a
the compact between ne was unshake
Was I tiring of Leonora ? On the oontr
not a day passed that did not find
more:-dePendent- upon her;-$batehe-did n
develop some yew charm, some new, r
markable facility, some unenspeote
attraction. She told very little of her pe
bietory, and what she did not tell I r
trained from aekinghabout, knowing we
that 'it might be in'some way oonneote
with her secret, whioh: I was by no mean
eager to probe more, deeply and to whl
she never again alluded. She was a
orphan, lett, alone es a little girl, to b
-educated at a no-txvent: ---8110--1161112-kaliad
'than a month froits confines when I me
her first, outside the Roman Gate. Lat
She death of a relative had lett her mimes
of the picturesque little villa where I foun
her, and to that returned. on Doming bao
rom Rome.
Had this friendship of ours been love
true love, its oonree would not have ran e
smooth. Had it been. anything; indeed
than what it wag, and had ehe been anyon
in all the world but Leonora, it would Ion
ago have become either lees or more wearieon*eomor disappeared through its own fan
tasy. Instead, I waited jest ea eagerly fo
her Doming, I enjoyed . as intensely th
drive, the opera and the supper afterwar
as upon the ,first week of our friendship
It ie true, that I noticed, with a ebudder
how masked a change was Doming into my
work at the easel ; that each eucoeediu
piece grew darker ; that all my tavorit
tints were nentrale; that every light we
fading, every shadow bearing some semi
ment of night. "Bus sorely," said I, thi"
is not through any darkness of my life by
Leonora ; for I have never been so brigh
and happy since I left' that earthly par
adiee upon the Rhine." 1 thought it mus
be the effeot of the painting, the "Night,'
that had stood so long before as to influent
my eye for oolor and my disposition at th
easel, and, oloaely covering is, I placed it
in the darkest corner o! the, studio.
My paintings were not commanding such
prices as they had, • that was easily
accounted for in various ways. They ware
not so large, eo striking, eo unturned. I saw
that, in eome pointe, at least I was proem
sing, and not
easily discover improve-
ment in my work during the two years.
Then, too, I had learned the secret of
painting rapidly ; something that 1 had
never acquired in any degree till Leonora
name to my studio. She seemed to give winge
to my brash,, end I more then gained in
quantity all that I lost in quality, eo that
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meontintued to increase, whio
was entirely eatiefaotory. to my present
mood ; for I was painting for money now,
not for ambition. I was wo:king for
Leonora, not for Mina.
The second midwinter came, and with it
a promise of a new company at the Opera
Hoagie, for the season, with a new lies of
operas, and a celebrated prima donna who
had never sung in Florence before, but who
name literally' wrapped in laurels, from
Paris and Vienne, from Dresden, Munich,
and Berlin, from London and St. Peters.
burg. It was a grand ocoeaion for the city,
whioh, for years, had been deluged with
old °took companions and threadbare pro-
daotions till the audience as well as the
prompter what was coming next ; for. ell
Florence waited with eager . expectation
the grand opening night. It would be the
event of the winter. Stalls and boxed com-
manded fabulous primeprimeyet the Opera
House would be tested to its utmost
What an opportunity for the beautiful
Leenore 1
Precisely
as ehe promised, I bad become
eFtrevagantly proud of her. Even now I
do not wonder for I very mnoh doubt if
Florence, Italy, Europe, or the world.could
have produce,' her rival in beauty, while
the modesty and refinement, the unoeten-
tatioue timidity with which ehe shrank from
all the world for me, made me the more
anxious to avail myself of every' opport-
nity to:show ber so the world, and let it
e how very beautiful she was. "'Thus,
ne, a moment's hesitation, I secured
e most prominent and expensive position I
the hones, the large lox jaet upon the
Kilt of the Royal mete, with plaoplaces'for
teen bat with °bairn net alone for +
Sonora and for me. What did I care fir
oney compared with such a chance ! My
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As a writer in the Chicago News assures
ne : There arenot nearly as many secrete
in hand treatment as people imagine. A
little ammonia or borax in the water yon
waeb with, and that water just lake -warm,
will keep the akin clear and soft. A little
oatmeal mixed with the water will whiten
the bands. Many people use glycerine on
their hands when they go to bed, wearing
gloves to keep the bedding clean ; but
glycerine does not agree with every one. It
makes some skins harsh and red. These
people should rub their bands with dry oat-
meal and wear gloves in bed. The beet
preparation for the hands at night is white.
of en egg, with a grain of alum dissolved in
it. Quacks have a fanoy name ter it, but
all man make it. They also make the
Roman toilet paste. It is merely the white
of an egg, barley flour and honey.
O increase of Religions intolerance.
I am sorry to have to conform it, but
among the many lessons whioh a compare, -
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again. I will wear my diamonds. They
are reel diamonds, and yon shall be very,
very proud of me. So we will forget the
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tive etndy of religions teaches, us, there ie
Qe.that.seems . very ...humi.liating, -. namely,
that religiose intolerance ie mnoh more
nommen in modern then in ancient times.
-I know the excuse which; is made for thie.-
It is said that, as our convictions become
deeper and stronger, our intolerance of
falsehood also must assume a more intense
character, and .that it would show an otter
want of .earneetneee if it were otherwise.
There may be some troth in this, but it is a
dangerous truth. It is the flame troth
ezhioh-led-the-Incluieitionetoarder-the-burn ,
ing of heretics' because it was better for
their souls, and whioh inflioted in our own
times a lees violent, though perhaps a not
lees painful, martyrdom on such reverent
men, true thinkere,einoere lovers and earnest
inquirer after troth as Dean Stanley,
Bishop Coleneo, and Charles Kingsley. -
Prof. Max Muller in the March Forum.
Brush the Head Frequently.
It there is nothing the matter with the
head or the akin, the hair will grow all
right if it is treated in the natural way.
Ordinarily stiff brushes should be need, and
occasional rubbing and ,smoothing. out
with the bands are soothing to the head
and good for the hair. Mental workers
are especially troubled with nenralgio pains
and headaches, whioh frequently kill the
coloring pigments and tern the hair
prematurely grey. Combing and rubbing
the scalp of the head with the hand draws
the blood up to the surface of the head, and
not only relieves the pain at times, but
adds new strength to the hair. Those suf-
fering from neuralgic head pains should
spend half an hour in this work every night
before retiring. This gentle, massage treat,-
ment also hale a tendency to cure dandruff.
It strengthens the akin and opens the poree,
eo that the blood can throw off its effete
matter, -Yankee Blade. ;
Bow Cigars Are Kept Moist.
Cigars must be kept in a more or lees
moist atmosphere, else they will dry out
and crumble apart. Some .years ago a
genius who knew that faot invented a box
eo arrangedthat the atmosphere within it
could be fed with moisture from a wet Blab
of compressed sponge or blotting paper.
Today the beet oigar stores in the city are
boilt like these moistening boxes, esy the
New York Sun. Materiel forholding water
is kept in frames, like panels, in the walls,
and the -sir -within -the -storeroom to kept
inclemently moist.
Pleading for Homes.
Fuer tboneand unemployed workmen
who attended'a recent meeting in Hamburg
adopted , a resolution whioh will be pre-
sented to the Senate, asking for the promul-
gation of a temporary law, forbidding
house owners; at the end of the' present
.quarter, to expel tenants who have been
without work four weeks. They aleo ask
the pity for a loan of 50 marks each
and that the nhildren of suffering families
be fed once daily with warm victuals in the
'public eohoole,-Nese fork Tribune.
A woman who figured ae a pauper died
recently in San Francisco, leaving $6,192,
whioh she had accumulated' by begging.
Three benevolent societies .that had
befriended her to the amount of $840,
$895 and $905 reepeotively, have begun
suite to reoover the 'sums named from
her eetate.
Sadie McMullen, a girl of 17, was planed
upon trial for murder in Buffalo yesterday,
charged with having in October last thrown
two young children from a high railway
bridge, one :of whom welt killed. She
pleaded not guilty and her trial commences
today.
President 'Barillas of Guatemala hes not
been an improvident ruler, and if the pree-
ont tronhles force hire out of hie country
he will not go pen nHese. Besidee$2,000;000
or $3,000,000 whioh he has lately realized
on hie property he has t matter of $20,000,-
000 in the Barak of England.
W. W. Story, the American eon!ptor find
Poet, whose horne is the PFszzo Barberini,
Rome, is modeling a figure of Christ,
dressed in the Oriented Jowieh robes, whit
the kefiveh (oouvre ohef, kerobiof) nn hie
bead -the denal head -dross in th M
East, where the turban is not worn,
em