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They slat. not woods and pigs *edam,
• Aft' all's outdoors and air
414 mehardd swing and Chum tree.
Itle,eltorriee is tom 1 •Yrs, an' those,
err steal anther plow,
W' Tsmut. one time when we woe there.
We et out on the porch 1 •
it
ife where the cellar door was shut
-This table waz ;
+tit amity get by' a an' cut
Mi wittiw Op, on ""nz awful tunny 1 could see -
The r 4 bei4! In t, . obnrry tree
Aa` bee lave', where yea got ice li6
8o ke•rtu' goin' by -
An' oomp'uy there on' all, en' we -
We et out on the porch
le t leAu-ft el as Lump
'At ms don't 'low m•• to -
An' Abieken gizzards (don't like wings
Like Parents does,do you ?)
An'^'all the time the wi',d bloomed there
An' I°could feel It in my hair,
An fat smell clover ever'where
An' *old rad head flew
Pare nigh wite over my high chair,
When we et out on the porch 1
-.)'amus Whitcomb Riley.
Somerville Journal :
" I love you, dear !" be softly said.
"-Ikeow It," she replied.
„ Your slightest wish is law to met"
Irihe smiled with conscious pride.
' Beerdarling, at your feet I kneel r
" I are,' said she. " Tbat's right"-
' Surely such love must touoh your heart ?'
" Ob, yee, it's touching -gaiter
I worebip you !" he murmured low,
" Ob, 1 know that," bhe said.
" You are my queen, my 1.1e, my all !"
Ohs tossed her dainty head.
And so the love•siok fool went on,
Wooing a maid of stone.
'Why dots t young men have sense enough
To let such girl,' alone ?
• Lent.
Boston Courier
The annual Lenton days have some,
The meekest of the year ;
The drese s lit and the decollate
T gather disappear;
The "light fsntaet o toe" retires
To rest in slippered ease,
And novelettes are taken up
The modern belle to please.
'The maiden and the cavalier
Do practise self-denial,
.And emphasize -their faith upon - -• -
Time's ever-obaneingg dial ;
'But whateoe'er the matiden saves -
You inay-deppend..upon. it- ,--.-
`Will be, contributed unto
The darling Easter bonnet.
THE PRIMA DONNA.
" This uproar iq horrible;" I muttered to
Leonora. u Let us go away fora while, IW
the frantic il.enelnars sobered down."
A. strange smile glistened about her eyes
but did null boob her lips es she shook
her head.
I a►u>�ills. L.ieL_� `�fi.-nitxtsf::go� .., :. .
" Wait a little, Signor," she replied.
"The singing of the prima donne may
make yon well again."
" I will not writ," I said angrily, feeling
the oold perspiration gathering upon eny
forehead. " Come. I em going now."
Leonora lifted her fan till it hid her toe
z.. the ;ca., eaall,frocci behind it, loath
tag till her teeth flashed like the stars et
night, elle whiepered :
• fault in you, the time to own it wag audience ; oreve it only 10 be -my God 1- by the last sentanoe he had spoken to me
before I stained my soul with the lie I told refused 1 The servant returned the wird to before he went away : " Woe to the world
you, when I said I had been se bad as me, open a silver, salver, with the lapid in. because ot offences, and woe unto him by
bad could be in Raine; foe I bed never formation that Mademoiselle, the prima whom the offense cometh."
been from Florence. Ito, your lips alone donne. would be excused", Then he turned If there )remained anything more in the
have ever kissed me ; your hand, no other, away to bide a smile that was gathering power of • mortal to perform tor me, my
tit XlweL.19.044 tPee..:_ !i reit AMY own h_ont re U . -_ _ ` _ ,-._ __ _. -. '• tether did it WI the letter which he lett me'
choosing and my own doing. And why, oh, The day b gore there wee not a inor$iti i I; "its `slab ind"• ezpi oiit"'w` rnling; in ilk
why should I tarn to find some fault in you ? Florence who would have dared to laugh et guaranty ot untrammeled independenoe.
The moment when I entered your studio, me. I had done as I would, in reoklees Hie work was dente and he went away from
to some baok to you, I saw -that you were independence; only to find Florence always Florence, leaving me unrestrained, fo
afraid of me, You had changed sinoe in at my feet. I had eat at the feast ot Bel. ,follow that whish, sooner or later, world
the night yon !eked me to come to you ehazzsr and been an honored guest in the merely lead me, the unconditional incline,
again. Yon had been thinking of your ohambere of Mordecai. In the salons of tions of my own heart.
father end of the heousifel model who; .the Pherieeee or to hells of the Gentiles 1 I had followed them. At last I saw
with her child, had followed him into had ever been welcomed ; holding alike the where they had led me, and I knew that it
Germany, when be lett her here beoauee hand of tellotvehip with the prince of wae through no misapprehension but my
an. ra a,r r 1s,+e,eie•-eitt a due# Yta ,'tee ,-,�ll� +�*..,:a^ a hlQt?IlJ1oA 4 r kPxd 1. �L�+ot�
rM. p f.. ff ,_ '� "1., �k"C�3.�lti�„ ,. , Ot 7,. Dais h� R., « . ,,r, t R..:r.
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wa• _ii e''1ev! .�. . ;, ..,, , s"'. , i� ., .-. � h .. a fit l _.- e :'" . , - ,.-,w Al\XSW -Te.:"' ,u,, , re
mne(i vsnieli rill 11ie morning k�ignor i eaywg 4';',,- e : 'foie to only • mode • f `il' difteren was from whatii; lsd�`been on 't o ee y where then were lea' ing• r b li
the Rhine, when to Mina I owed every pro-
teotion from the jeers of the world; for
now that Mins had come to Florence, even
a groveling Bernal in the hotel wan laugh-,
ing et me.
• Upon reaching my studio again, however,
she desire to see Mins was -once more
uppermost, and I wondered that I had
been en dell BB to nand the pard in hap
e •iea e • e nave : nown "my name
I had forgotten for the moment, that to
her I- was Carlo. And even if, by chance,
she kne w of the ohenge, ot course she would
not have me approach her in that way. It
was a g od suggestion sad I would take the
hint. I dared nos face she . grinning fiend
of the hotel again, but I would go so the
Opera House in the evening, though to do
this I •must with patiently for hours.
.:Time stood still. Each tisk of the great
cloak seemed to paaee upon the threshold,
turn, look bank and grin at me before it
slowly wandered away into eternity to give
place to the next. In feverish excitement
I drank a ghee of the strongest wine and
threw myself upon the wicker diven where
the models posed.. Then time moved on
again end 1 awoke with a cry, se my boat
oraehed into the rooke and the water covered.
tae, and, looking up above me, on the cliff
I ,eaw a phantom grinning, end in my ears
was ringing still :
"Ian glaube die Wellen verschlingen
Am Ends -ohiffer and Kahn;
Und dao hat mit ihrem Bingen
Die Lorelei gethan."
The clock was striking nine, and, spring-
ing from the divan, I wrote upon a card the
old name, Carlo, and beneath -It " Bement -
her Boppsrd," and hurried to ' the Opers
Howie.
For half en hour I was kept waiting,
after I had went the card, but I had not the
courage to rebel. Then it was returned to
me, without an intervening salver, by an
insolent fellow who leered and smiled and
in execrable dialect observed that Mlle.
Steinberg did not remember Boppard and
ldmot wieh_to-Bee-me.-_---..-
° What' a man of oonrsge, conscience, end
honorable prompiinge would have done at
euoh a time I did not atop to consider, and
I did not care. I turned sharply upon the
fellow, knocked him. down, and quietly'
walked away. So tar as I felt any senti.
Ment oonoerning the act it was one of satin
taction. Mina would hear of it and then,
at least, she would know that she had not
to deal with the yielding little Carlo whom
she had so often been obliged to defend and
whom she had so easily driven -away from
her upon the R,hine.
CHAPTER XV.
you are mice. I very muoh admire this dare to love her she will be false to me, and
new opera andmost of all this flszen. when I am tired of her I cannot get rid of
haired prima donna. I am very sorry, bee. No, no. I will not love her.' I eaw
Signor, but, please you, we will remain." 10 I telt it, Signor Anthony, end I turned,
She teased me a kiss from the tips of her for time to think, to look et your painting
tapering fingers, then fondled her fan with of the sunrise. I found that it was changed
a little rippling laugh end sank into rap to night and I thought : ' I will tell him
tritons contemplation of the new opera. that I, too, am se blaok se .night. I will
Aare to Ray that I have einund,._and
or e 'reime in my i e 1 was ria er ave no mo e any • -a
the hand of authority, and I eat shivering frighten away hie ferre, end atter that, by
es each clear note pierced me, listening but gentleness and constancy, perhaps, I can
not sgsin looking either at Leonora or at gain hie heart.' My very life stood still
Mine. while I woe saying those words to you, but -
When the curtain fell upon the fret sot yon did not believe them. No,, I knew that
Leonora touched me lightly on the arm, fin your heart you would not, and had you
saying : -I do not know -had you taken me for
" Have you been Bleeping, Signor An- that, by the God that bends above us, Sig
thong ? Is wee a grand opera, but you are nor Anthony, could Thieve won you in no
very pale. Oh, I would that Leonora had other way, I believe that for you I could
Mill she power of helping you ; bat the star have been es blank se night. Bee! I con -
ie fading over the dietant hill before the tees it. Yon have rejeoted me. You have
glory of the etcetera lighting. The night spurned me. Yon havebidden me oatob
will soon be forgotten, Signor, and you will this last moment for ,'west revenge to find
be happier in she bright sunlight. Take some fault in you. I nee the time to tell
heart,and just onoe more look, as you el- you that, when yon might have made of me
ways have, upon your little star. It ie I, a willing viotim, you did me no wrong. Go
nos you, who shoEild be paling now in the your way, Signor Anthony, I have only to
morning gleaming. You will not look at thank yoi}. I have no fault to find. The
me, Signor. Then, I pray you, give me a 'flexen•haired ennehine of the North is ,in
little farewell eupper at the Oafs Royal, for your hesf.'t.• The, evening star abandon!
I have tried very herd to be good tonight. the struggle to give light. But take heed,
"No, no. Not to -night," I groaned. Signor Anthony 1 While there throbs in
" Signorina, did I not say that I was ill ? " this breast s woman's heart, a Florentine's
" Will not the morning be soon enough, pride and an Italian'e paseian, where Leo -
Signor, for you to watch the sunrise in the nors hes Get her love and lost, no other
flaxen hair ? "ehe asked. " The night will women's love ehall • wear an easy orown.
not -be long; can you not find strength for A thorny path be yours to see your sunrise 1.
i1 P They are all so short, so.. very short, May your morning light fall on a olotid and
even the longest.nights. Ob,-happy,_happy not on you! . May your day dawn in dark.
you 1 For out of the night comes the nese blacker than this night, and the- first
morning " time and the last when yon look .into the
Startled by the strange coincidence of eyes you love may it be across this lifeless
breast 1 "
A night wind swept over me. It chilled
my forehead and was gone. The fragranoe
of a flower was in the air; it charmed my
semen and was gone. Leonora, liter of the
evenitirlfea itifulesteir iling-my-loneliiieen
with light lett me her ouree-and die.
appeared.
CHAPTER XIV.
Mins might have had many faults ;
Leonora had nope. Mins' might have
en ar ii efrior in-'bes�ity—Itda`ed, I
knew that she mast be -but I loved her se
;I always loved her, I thought of her as of
the beautiful morning, while I had • never
•thought of Leonora as anything but the
,perleot night. She was to me the night
whioh • gives a subtle arm to everything ;
refreshing the tired etcher; bringing rest
and calm to the weary wanderer ; bat
. never • ray of weloome enolight ; never
*parting warmth; never lifting the soul's
'Ideogram like the mists out of the valleys ;
bestowing happineee but not joy ; bringing
relief but not satietaotion•; biding life's
ungainly outlines in the silver ehadowe and
the half -lights of refleotion, but never bring,
ing out like's grandees, noblest charms as
in the -glory of the perteot day.
Atter the beautiful night it was for the
• eatiflo morning. whish I waited as
•'' 1" n*louely that night, at the opera, se ever
in the longiest hour in my 'Audio ; °though
it may seem impossible to one who, wish
the sold distrust and disapprobation of
tlelt•supporting, heartieea, frigid, moral
dignity looks down upon my weak deference
to those prompting° whish I eagerly
-allowed to lead , me 'when I might better
. have oontrolled them by snob a dieposition
al that with whioh my 'oritio may be
blessed..
Pity me instead, 0 stronger, more re-
solute and accomplished pilot of this life's
uncertain sea, for in due season I reached
the rooks of retribution towards whioh I
was blindly etaering, and, heving.seen and
etuffered; I cringe now from your condone.
nation and .humbly eek fer charity. Re-
member I had not your chart to guide me;
I had not your sun to ehine above me: I
should have known it and made _my oeiool.
atione s000rdingty, bat I did not know it
and took all my bearings in the deceptive
night.
Thus I eat, without philosophy or theory
in unalloyed appreolation of that lovely
vision. Never had so many admiring
en--turned--upon Leonere. Nev
had so many of the grander lords of
the Florence creation jealously envied me
the smiles of that beautiful woman, and
frith the pride of art in that whioh' ie per-
, hot 'grace and symmetry, I enjoyed their
rapture and my own.
The oroheesra flnlehed the overture.
The curtain rose. The opera began. And
1 still sat in she dreamy elyeinm without
'Ma turning my eyes from Leonora. Bee
was looking at the stage, bus that did not•
matter ; ashen she turned her fsoe toward
• me I knew that ehe'wonld smile again, and
in every notion, every. expression, ehe wae
happier than I had ever even her before. A
storm of applause soon silenced the inasio
and I knew that the prime donna wee upon
the Maga ; but I did not turn from Leo 1
noes, for wharf did'I oare for the oroheetra,
opera or prima donna ? They were but
the gatelike; of an hour. It was Leo'nors„ s
who was the star of the evening. The
meteor upon the etage would dash and in
a flame expire and be forgotten. Aloyonei..'
alone goddess of the Pleiades, was immut•
able. Why should I tarn from her to. that y
whioh wee inferior ? t
It' was some time before I even realized h
the extent of the applette°. • The shouts of 1
the ankilenoo rang loud and .long in enoh
uproarious ovation that, wondering, at Net, g
how any woman inferior to Leonora could a
;• ba granted and receive nab a demooetra• y
tfeeto,
from
eaoliming S
Leonora's lips,
ignoIrina, spranyon mag to ddenmy
a"
me 1 You drive me wild 1 : What do you
mean?"
" Leonora never means anything bat pre_
oily wrist a -lie gays, and . what she says
Signor Anthony oan always understand,"
ehe replied gently. " If he is driven wild
it is hie own heart, not this little tongue of
Leonora's that maddens him. How often
bas he told meths' it soothed hie oscineea 1
Why should he csll. it maddening now that,
only to oheer him, it tells him of the bright-
ness of the shining of the beautiful flaxen -
haired morning, only waiting to diepart tor
him these gloomy ehadowe of the night.
No, no. We. will not go to the oafe. I
was foolish to aek it. It was not a supper I
wished. I only dreamed of looking just a
little longer into your fade, Bognor, but it is
hidden from me already. I could not Bee
it even it we were there. Yee, take •me to
my, home at once. It may . be that I oan
fall asleep there and, perhaps, forget it."
" Forget what ? " I said eeivagely. " Do
you mean. the' I have wronged yon, Sign.
Drina ? "
" No, no 1 Signor Anthony. Never that I"
she exolsimed eagerly. " Oh, I would
never eleep again if it would bring forget.
tulneer, I would wake or dream and
still remember how kind, and how
ever and alwaye kind Signor 'Anthony
has been to me. I would only pray that
you forget, forget 'that ever Leonora spoke
a word that maddened you. She did not
know what ehe was saying, for the night is
always darkest just before the day ; yet,
heel of all, would I 'seem gloomy to you
now. That is ail. I am in haute, and I
beg you on my"knees, Signor, to hurry with
me to my home. No, no, I pray you do
not speak to me again. I would rather re-
member the old voice than hear the new.
Only take me in silence to my home."
,Wretch 1 Fool l Fiend ! What was I
net ? Mutely I obeyed. We reach the
piolureeque villa, where I first heard her
sing. I stood by the vine covered balcony,
where I had pleaded for friendship whioh
she had granted' with enoh lavish gonero-
eity, andonce again I saw her turn and
e� give me that gentle, oh, so gentle, hand
kid, in that same low melody, say :
" Thanks, Signor Anthony. Good-bye,
and fare thee web."
Beyond the confines of the walla which
sheltered Mina ; beyond the influence of
air whioh she was breathing and her her
eyes, I could, at leads, be earner,
and in justice to Leonora I could for-
get for a moment the tumult of doubts and
fears whioh had poeseesed me. And thus,
holding her, hand faetin mine and looking
up, I said :
" Leonora, you do not understand me to-
night and I do not understand yon. Yon
are meaning that we must part. Once
before we parsed in' this way but we shell
not again ; for I will not let you go till yon
ell me whet tante you find in Me. If I am
wrong I will aoknowledge it and make is
right, it it be possible, If I am right I will
ry and convince you:"
Qlutohing my hand ehe tnrned upon me
fiercely and the words name hissing from
between her glistening teeth.
" Yoh are a blind, blind tool 1 For two
ears have I drained the treasury of love
o win you and to night discovered that I
ave tailed, only to etend here calmly and
ell you that I find some fault in yonl,l
With my very lite have I not Bought to
ratify each wish which ybn expressed,
nd felt that for it ell I wee only pleasing
on, and have I not wonderer ? Now, as
ass, when I see the secret of it all and
know that I have loet, shell I not suffer f
Is it balm ? Is it in a moment of com-
�eeion thatoffer ars
on me a consolation
p y
an opportunity, to find oome fault in you?
What woman's heart hae�ever tan..ht'+yoti
Abe
upon
into e;
„geeboletet
n, I carelessly tnrned toward she etage.
e frantic. throng, the dazzling stage,
ewildering array receded and grew
rom about the central fl�nr
e,whose
e she stood there; were fixed directly
e, leaving her nmci mo atone, Woking
other's hearts. 1 oiutuhed the t
rail hafore rue and gasping for i
breath mutt ed • t
MtntcI 111.AVine 1"'
It was a tribuee ot epplanso. to the gfeat
trims donna. Then, wish a ehudder, I
"ake the eptll end ehrank behind the our. t
tan sway and yet not away from the oyes
µ.gtf my Mina.
REMEMBER BOPPARD.
The night was blaok. The starless heavens
threatened a winter storm as I walked
downthe hill and through the Roman Gate.
Whether Leonora was tree or false in what
she said, it wars thoroughly Italian, at least,
and she was quite'oorreot in her sesertion'
that I was a blind, blind fool. Whether
she was true or false, her anger was 'sincere,
and the onrse of an Italian woman ie not a
pleasant thing to bear. Physically I was
not mote afraid of her than I was of the
Lorelei ; but with a shedder I remembered
her words and repeated the last of them c
" The first time and the'leet when you look
into the'eyee you love, may it be sown this
lifeless breast 1"
I entered the hotel .where that great
prima donna, Mlle. Wilhelmina von Stein-
berg was to reside while in Florence, won-
dering how I could have read and spoken
that name so often during the peel month)
and not have known , that it meant my
Hina, Lady of our Castle Steinberg.
Standing in the corridor lewdly discovered
that ehe was being entertained M a great
banquet given by the wealthy Germane of
Florence, and I remembered that a month
before I had been invited to join in this
welcome and had declined, thinking how
much more I should enjoy a quiet dinner
at the safe wish Leonora, after the opera.
With a promieonone throng I waited in
the corridor to catch 000aeional glimpses of
the gay company at the banquet, whenever
the door was. opened. Mina was feasting
while I stood with the dogs to catch the
crumbs that tell from the master's table.
She sat with her back toward me so that I
could not look into her eyes. At last, how-
ever, the door wee left open, for the guests
were rising and some were going. Mina
=roee—She-wonld-turn -i'n-a-moment: --She-
would Bee me etanding•in the doorway and
she would come to me. She turned slowly.
I saw the profile for a moment, then ehe
turned farther and I saw -no more ; for
covering my eyes with my hand I etsggered
through the throng and oat into the street.
I was afraid to look into the eyes I loved,
and es the morning' dawned I crept oringing
into my own hoose: I hiidffled from Mina.
Was this the fading of my night and the
breaking of my morning?
Meohenioelly I changed my dress, mutely
set at the breakfast table, restlessly paced
the. sumptuous salon where twelve years
bete •e my lather had brought me, a sorep
of re v material, to be woven in a warp, and
woof that ehoold be' alone of art and Mins.
Upon it he had turned every thought and
energy of his lite. Physically from a frail
boy he had made an unusually strong man
of me. Inteileotually from a stupid charity
eoholar, studying the alphabet in Boppard,
he had :node me a master of many books
and maty languages. Professionally from
nothing ee had made me what the world,
at leges, t onaidered a leader. The fabric of
my father's Ohre wee a marvel of mimeee ;
but what 1 ad I done to it that thee one
glanoe trove Mine should traneform it to a
miserable, vorthleee rag ? Looking as my.
self in the z. iirror, I asked :
" Of what were yon afraid ? "
It was not of Leonora,for id•' the day-
light I simple laughed at the bitterness of
her curse.
I was efrei 1 of Mina. In the afternoon,
however, I m tde another attempt to see
her. I. enteral the Grand Hotel like a
coward, Tim dly I sent my card to the
bas ? S411a1 WomA,n baa ever saw a fatal ' great prima dc. •ria, and than I . thought
n him at whose feet she drew life, love, I what mocking t troaem had I known, that
rnth, honor, everything, to do with what night when I hlt behind the wall, bare -
as he would ? No, no, Signor Anthony. footed on the Bot peri pavement, too angry
It there had been a fault to find I should to say go rd -night 'o Mins, what esteem '
have f,snud it long ago, when ,1: let you to have known thr t ten4, the n'xt time
hit k that I was poor ; when I eh•mod that I Would ep°al to her, I should come
myeolt to be a model in the opportunity it oringing into each rt place, and humbly ask
gave me to be near to you. 11 1 had Been a servant to crave t .r me the favor of an
CALL IT INSPIRATION.
Through the night ,the rebellion in my
heart was constantly muttering : " I have
knelt for the last time at Minces feet. She
shall kneel at mine the next time." But
the morning found me kneeling again.
Thie time it was through the medium of a
note whish I wrote in the simplest of Ger-
man, jest as welled always spoken together,
for it was my bdy'e heart with ell the same
old sentiments that was speaking to Mina.
It Bald:
"MY MINA:
You have not forgotten Boppard, but
you are angry. I am sorry end think that
I do not deserve it. Let me come to. you,
Mina, if only for the sake of those old days.
Let me oome. " Gene:"
Before an hoot had passed an answer
was returned by the same bearer, written
in faultless French, not by Mina to Carlo,
but by Mlle. Wilhelmina von, Steinberg to
M. Anthony Winthrop. It said ;
" It was well shat you studied art. I
have watched your progress veer by year
with intereat end pride, and have Been you.
become a great arsiet. For that reason, if
for no other, I could not lend myself to
oanse a dieoord between you and your beau.
tiful friend, to mar the glory of one repute.
lionewitit-thlt-igotieminy of another. r
would have no cense to' bineh for my old
playfellow. Owing, as I.do, all that I am
or ever oan be to the generous enpport of
your father, I feel that I em doing as he
would have me in gefneing to see you or to
write to you again. When he restirne to
Florence, if he bide me see you I shall obey.
Till then, rejoicing in your en0cess, praying
for our continued prosperity, trusting to
your honor and manliness, I remain,
" WIId3ELMINA VON STEINBERG."
" She owes all that ehe is or ever oan be
to the generous support of my father," I
mattered, and my thoughts carried "me
back to the day when we arrived in Nor.
ence and I heard him saying to me:
" While you are perfecting yourself in .art
to please her, she will be perfecting herself
in other things to please you. You are
wishing her to be proud of you. .She will
be wishing you to be proud of her. There
are other things besides art in, which yon
should perteot yourself, for one eh'8ald be
proficient in many things to be worthy of a
woman's admiration."
What had he not done for me ? He knew
the human heart too well to talk to me
continually of Mina. He understood' the
spirit of rebellion so easily provoked by
opposition ; and she spirit of oppoeition so
quickly sroneed by intervention. He had
steeply end ancceeefolly endeavored to
destroy for me the fit of the
world, that there might nothing come be,
tween my heart and Mina. The while he
had been giving the same opportunities to
Mina, to perfect herself as a woman, whioh
he had given to me as a man. When he
Dieted the vela,' of my father's admonitions
only by appreciating whet they might have
been to me, and still failing to perceive
that there was any, bearing upon she future
in it all, I carefully folded the letter and
laid it in my desk, still whiting the outside
of the sepulchre with the oomplaieent
consolation : " It Mina knew all she would
nni haves writhe. !ka aha ,fief Tf
i shoal
y 0 exp sin 1 o •ere • e wo •• no • e
me. If I wait ehe will disoover her error
and return."
(To be continued.)
Member of the Legieletetre.•
In addition to testimony of the Governor
of the State of Maryland, U S.A., a mein-
ber of the Maryland Legislature, Hon. Wm.
C. Harden testifies as follows: "746
Dolphin St., Bslio , Md., II. S. A., Jan. 18,
'90. Gentlemen : I met with a severe ao-
oident by falling down the back stairs of
my residence, in the darkneee and was
bruised badly in my hip and side, sad
suffered severely. One and a halt 6ottlee
of St. Jaoobe Oil oompletely cured me. WM.
C. HARDEN," Member of State Legislature.
Did You Ever Think, My Dear: -
That personalities are not always inter.
esting, and very often offensive?
That,to be witty •(?) at the expense of
somebody else is positive cruelty many
times?
That the ability to -keep a friend ie very
much greater than that required to gain
one?.
That a kindword put oat at" intereet,
brings bank an enormoaapercentage of love
end appreciation ?
That to talk, and talk, and talk about
yourself end your belongings is very tire-
some to the people who listen ?
That to be always polite to the people at
home is not only more ladylike, bat more
refined than having " company manners "? •
That, the little sots of kindness and
-there"gl tfnin-ese;--day-by days -e ate-reTllly-----------
greeter than one immense sot of goodneea wp
shown once a year. -Ruth Ashmore, in
Ladies' Home Journal.
Don'ts for Young Mothers,
Don't do everything for the baby, that
everybody recommends. t
Don't dose it with soothing syrup.
Don't give peppermint teas• for ifs
nervee.
Don't worry arid fret yoareelf ill, then
expeot a " good baby."
Don't give tapioca, corn starch or pota-
toes.
Don't give mettle of any -kind.
Don't fail to form, early in its little lite,
a habit of regularity in nursing.
Don't offer nature's fount every time the
baby Dries. A too full stomach is doubt.
leee the cause of its pain.
Don't bind too tightly ; Nature will keep
the baby from falling apart.
Don't dose with 'castor -oil ; but for-oon.
stipation gently rub the abdomen. -Ladies'
Home Journal;
BUFFALO hue a olergymen who ie not
afraid so speak right oat in meetin'. He is the
Rev. H. A. Adams. Preaching in hie ohnroh
-8t. Paul e -on Sunday evening last from
the text, " Again, I say unto yon it is
easier for a camel to go through the eye of
a needle than for a rich man to enter the
Kingdom of God," he deolered that the
love of money had Throttled the modern
pulpit until it was afraid to tell its pews
the troth, afraid to teach even the doctrines
of its own theology, because, forsooth,
rich men might not approve. Continuing;'
he said :
A thousand priests to -night are mute as atones
whose hearts are burning with dadeeire to teach,
and why ? Ten thousand people have not been
to church to -day in Buffalo And why? Because
they don't care to go into a place where they
have to be invited by the proprietor to share his
seat. The•whole of the outside world is looking
with contem tuous Ity at the ohurcb,_and_ask-__._
enc er w at e o a things on the earth can
mean by her iudifierence and sold negleet. She
will give a poor man a pair of rho 8, will feed him !'
when he is hungry, will patch bis broken body
whan he is ruu over, will say sweet things and
gentle things to his widow, will pay her rent, will
do all that a sweet sister of the poor can do to
save the agony and a ley the pain -but standing
beside her Master she ought to be right in the
very van of those empiricists who are to -day
asking the question, •• Why are these things ?"
She is not found in any such posi ion, but agreoe
to let this well enough alone, and silently ignores
the protest dad gives the stone when bread is
asked by starving and hungry millions.
Mr. Adams said she love of money; ae
Pani had trulysaid, was the root of all evil.
Profit made the saloon. Profit made the
gambling hell. Profit made the abode of
sin that was unmentionable here. He told
of a town in New England, where he had
lived, where four of ria great mills were
kept oone•tently oloeed, but the proprietors
of the four got their 'cheques regularly
from the other two and got more profit
than they. would get by running their
works. That was blood money wrung oat
of the people. He coal take any doubting•
ones to scores and hundreds of bogeee in
Buffalo where girls of 28 were raising
chattel mortgagee on their furniture. and
paying ont to bloodhounds as high as 100
per sent. " A girl," said be, " came to me
last week who had paid no lees than190 on
it loan of $30."
An Indiana man killed a oow and found
40 Dente and enough nails to build a chicken
coop in her stomach.
During the last one•and.twonty yearn no
less than 97 peerages have been oreated,
end 66 have become extinct. One hundred
and forty•foar gentlemen have received the
(lis overetl that the 'last and atrongest handle " Bit," to their neniro, in the form
temptation had stolen throngh the etudic ' of beronetriee, end as many as 82 have
door, how pungent was hie gentle admoni• I become extinct, whilst the so oallad honor
tion : "The one you have would make a of Knighthood hue been conferred upon
remarkably beautiful night, while Mina's 1 106 persona. The study of 'In'Debrett " .
Lace is wonder!ally expressive of the troth, the " British Stud Book," ars it hie been
she light and the benary of the morning." trraverantly call''. -is by no means anin
What bad Mina done in appreciation of tereating.
those opportanisiee? What bed I done 2 Many s r fay oheakel maiden is nttj',a(d
_ tinderaiood,now- ..what -my -ter -- .tnt- fair a -a etre ie paini d.
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