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The Good Horning Kiss.
'Tis but three little months ago
Since Nell and I were married,
And Joy that came to bid us joy
Since then has with us tarried,
. And yet a full-fledged Benedict,
With all my bliss, am 1,
As cloth appear each morning
- When Ilaass my Nell good-bye;
For it's
"Don't forget the curtain rings,
The carpet tacks and hetchet,
• And take this piece of ribbon, love,
.Aind see if you can match it.
Oti, happy is the evening hour,
When Nell the tea is pouring
And I am sitting opposite,
Her every move adoring;
And happy are the morning times
That all too quickly fly
Until I stand upon the steps
And kiss my Nell good-bye;
And it's
"Don't forget the linen, dear,
And match these buttons, sweeting,
And call around at Mme. Y's.
And get that yard of pleating." -
In Lover's land we twain abide
And there will dwell forever;
No deubt or grief shall be allowed.
Our wedded souls to sever.
So faithfully her name I breathe
In every ardent sigh
I'm glad to be the errand boy
Who ki-ses her good-bye,
When it's
"Run around to Stacey's, George,
• And get three sheets of batting,
And bring our spools of tifty ' thread
Like that I use for ta ting."
-George Horton.
A BARITONE'S DEVOTION •
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OR A TALE OF SUNNY ITALY.
CHAPTER XXVIJL
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RESTORATION.
Kate Britton was an indefatigable
worker. Parish work was her aelight, and
to her mind the luckless wight who did not
go district -visiting, who was not an ardent
teetotaler, who could not show a well -
ordered Sunday -school class as the visible
fruits of persevering work, herdly deserved
toleration. Carlo Donati was just now
much on her mind. She had a feeling
that he must have been brought to
Merlebank for some special purpose.
What a glorious thing it would
be if she could convince him that he was
leading a life unworthy of a true man, and
induce him to give up his profession !
With this in view, Kate put up with the
infliction of the invalid's presence, and
when in a fortnight's time he was well
enough to spend most of the day in the
morning -room, which adjoined his bedroom,
she was really glad to have an opportunity
for beginning her operations. As a rule
she cordially disliked young men, and the
one thorn in the otherwise perfect bliss of
her parish -work was theinevitable curate ;
in her fear that she might be supposed to
make her work an excuse for flirtation, she
ran to the opposite extreme, openly avowed
herself as a man-hater, and.snubbed the
entire biennial succession of deacons, who
were ordained to the title of the quiet little
country parish, but at the close Of their two
years' novitiate invariably passed on to
larger spheres of work.
The morning room was a bright, • sunny,
cheerful room, facing south, and Carlo.
enjoyed his change of quarters very mueli ;
he was glad to see Kate, too, for she
interested him, and he delighted in treeing
'the slight likeness to Frencesca, ,which,
had noticed when he first came to Merle -
bank. Kate, who was inordinately gelfe.
conscious, quickly perceived that his eySS
followed her as shemovedabout the rooms
arranging flowers in the vases, and she
• felt provoked, for it would • be so horribly%
like a story book if the invalid were to
fall in love with her; yet she could not
Bottle -him Sneshe _snubbed the. curate,
because she wanted to influence hint." for
his good, and longed for thehonor and
glory Of persuieding him to quit the stage.
Reflecting . that this was the Monday in
Holy Week; she thought she would supply
him with suitable literature -at any rate the
offer of books would make a good opening for
conversation. So she began boldly, yet
with an effort that surprised her; somehow,
although she had astonishing theories as te:
the universal depravity of young men She
had an undefined consciousness that Carlo
Donal was not so immeasurably beneath
her as the curates and the, men to be met
with, at dances and tennis parties. This
perception did not please her.
Clare said your things had been put in
here," she began; "but I don't see any-
thing but music -no books at all."
"1 don't think I have any," said Carlo;
"I am not much of a reader."
She went across to her own particular
book -shelf, and; to'de her justice, chew out
a few books really worth reading ; eschewed
a "Treasury of Devotion," as •likely to be
uncongenial to.one of Carlo's turn of mind,
and returned bearing "The ChristianYear,"
Taylor's "Holy Living and Dying," and a
book of meditations for Holy -Week, of
which she was fond. He thanked her, but
'when later in the morning she saw him
again, she found, to hetegreat disgust, that
he was poring over "Les Huguenots," and.
that her books were pushed aside.
"You didn't like them'?" she said, with
a touch of disappointment in her tone.
"I'm afraid I didn't read much," he
said, apologetically; "you see, to have
this music within reach was more than I
could resist. We have not yet done Les
Huguenots,' but'swe shall rehearse it in the
summer, and give it in America this
autumn. Do you know it well?", •
"1 have never heard an opera. in iny life,"
said Kate feeling annoyed at his astonish-
ment., "Do you really mean to go back to
such a life ? It must surely be very bad for
you."
"But you see the doctor quite gives me
hope of being as strong as ever again," re-
plied Carlo, thinking she must refer to his
health.
"1 didn't mean that" repliedKate ; "1
meant it must surely be a very bad life in
other ways." 41
It is very much like other lives, I
fancy ; it is what you like to make it," he
replied, quietly. He did not feel that he
could very well enter into a discussion with
a young girl on the special temptations of
stage life, and there was a silence.
"But clearly," said Kate, "the life must
be full of excitethent. Surely your constant
craving to get back to it shows how engross-
ing and dangerous it must be.'
He could not explain to her that it was
no anxiety for applause which made him so
eager to be back' once more in Merlino's
troepe, so he turned the conversation, and
Kate naturally concluded that her remark
had struck home. She despised him for
evading the subject, but noticing that he
looked tired, offered to read to him.
-11e seemed relieved at the proposal, and
opening "The Christian Year," asked her
to readover again something which had
taken his fancy.
Very much perplexed as to the Italian's
character, she walked that afternoon down
to the village, but had scarcely left the
grounds when she encountered the vicar.
"1 was just corning to your house," he re-
marked. "1 hear you have a young Italian
staying with you, and was coming to inquire
after him. Is he better?"
"Oh, hp is much better, thank you," said
K.ate "1 wish you woald go to sea him,
glaee.felt sad at heart, as she kept witch
• While the nurse rested after her night's
work she could guess pretty accurately
what it was that Was weighing upon Carlo's
in4bat bow to comfort him she did not
• CW• Ho lay quite still, with closed eyes,
• his lips jest.Parted that he might breathe
tUletneeffort ; but 'the hand, which lay
side the bedclothes was tightly clinched,
the lace 'here an expression of • silent
leery, which was shiest more than Clare
c�uld,eliOare. '
icAisille-pain-still-sohad-111-sheeaskedeat
°se
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etnienekbis1eyes'; they were so hope -
leas, SO fult dumb distress, that, it seemed
t�• her they must be the eyes of some other
eteintin. She could niat have believed that
..Carlsi could ever have gone down to such
• clatitliti of wretchedness.
"Machinitter, thank you," he answered,
just above his breath ; and Clare was thank-
; f4that his,eyelids fell once more, for she
• eiStehl not keep back her taxi. And so the
• hours passed on, -and sitelnew that she was
• close ton man was passing through the
• Oiiiffeting that can be borne, and yet
e lars.POirlerrietir reach him 'aft if he had
away, At last, _early
s the afternoon, he. ,seemed to make an
effort,to. break the rigid quiet -in which he
harl'Ho long lain. She stood up to arrange
his pillows afreshSead he took her hand in
hie asset held'it fast in a fevered grasp.
'' • • " Could only sleep, Clare! if . I
., could only sleep !" he exclaimed. They
were the first; vends he had voluntarily
sleeken, and spook thane as aegood sign;
. clearly he ba an to see that he must do all
that ' he could to free himself from ab-
sorption in this one painful idea; even in
his Ulnas the duty of self-mastery lingered
• vaguely with him, spite :of his failing
powers.
"'Ph e is one sovereign remedy or
on a couch drawn close to the fire.
The formal greetings were only just over
when Calk), having thoroughly studied the
strong, intellectual face of his visitor -his
calm, deep-set eyes, and the sort of general
air of 't iron -gray" which characterizsd him
-exclaimed, with an excitement which sur-
prised the vicar
"1 believe, sir -indeed, I aan quite sure
-that we have met before !"
Now the vicar had at that moment been
thinking of his sermon at St. Cyprian's, and
admitting to himself that this actor, at any'
rate,did not at all fill in withhis preconceived
notion of the members of the "unhallowed
calling," so, naturally enough, he thought
that Carlo must refer to this occasion.
"Can you hisve been in the congregation
at St. Cypprian's when I preached there the
other day ?" he exciafined. "1 little
thought I was addressing any clue connected
with the stage."
"Ah ! was it indeed you who preached
that sermon ?" said Carlo, quickly. " Yes,
I was there with my friend Sardoni, the
tenor of the company; but we were quite
at the back of the church, and could not
even see the pulpit. Was it indeed- you
who preached? That is one of the oddest
coincidences I ever knew."
"But when can you have met me be-
fore ?" said the -vicar, looking puzzled.
"Can I have mete you in Italy alsdhave
forgotten ?"
Do you remember being in Naples last
'May, and going one afternoon into one of
the cafes in the Piazza Plebiscito, and talk-
ing with your companion as to the improve-
ment of the world in general in the nine-
teenth century."
"With Stanley! Yes, yes, I remember
it quite Well," said the vicar..
"1)o you reinember how Ynia said that
Mae were not more willing to live the' life
of the Qineified ? Well, I was.sitting 'close
by and heerdlou, and I ewe you much) for
thoEle'verirds haunted me continua*, and -
lint this fear, Jibe& you -thy
helped mo to cherissMy tateeent profession !"
Viie vicar sinned a little; • He could just
perceive, though not So clearly as Carlo
/Perceived, the irony of the eituretio': Mr.
BrittOnhad-givenhirn-a; hints as to ,Thenati'o_
media* going �n the -stage, and' had ex-
pressed a hope that the vicar, if he heel any
opportunity, would do his best to dissuade
hini front returning to it, feeling convinced
that Maclaine Merlino's case was hopeless.
And now to be told that it was in some
degree owing to words of his that the choice
had been made was,. to say the least of it;
startling, whilo. the knowledge that the
Rabat' had been listening in St. Cyprian'e to
his tired° against theatres vexed him not
a little. The vicar was a kind-hearted man,
though many people considered him hard;
but, as a matter of fact, the idea, of having
denounced such a man as Denied to his:face°
and having probably pained him-, Caused
him serious annoyance.
"I have always 4isapproved of the stage,"
hasaid. after a brief .pause. "But 1 am
exceedingly sorry that you heard that ser-
mon the other night, for it must have
seemed . hard. and unjust to you, I ant
afraid."
"1 will tell you'quite candidly just how
it was," said Carlo. • "It did vex' me, I
must all6W, but then I was beginning to
feel ill and overcome, and had lad rather p.
rough time of it through the week, and it
seemed hard to lose the sense of fellowship
which one counts an getting, at any rate, in,
church. But whit vexed me most of all,
him feel the sermon so much,' said Carlo.
"Ile knew you disapproved of the stage ;
he was afraid you woeld not believe that
he had teemed over a new leaf -he told me
that long ago ; and then, of course, when
he heard you sPea,k so strongly against
actors and their calling, he would naturally
be repulsed and disheartened !"
The vicar paced the room in great dis-
tress. It was indescribably bitter to him to
realiee that his son should have happened
to hear that one sermon, and to reflect that
the wkiole course of his life might have been
altered had his theme been of reconciliation
and charity.
" But ad will be well now," said Carlo ;
" for if you have 'searched for him, then
you must really care to be reconciled to him
-and, indeed, he wishes your forgiveness.
The very first day after we lauded in
England we went straight to your'old home,
fully expecting to find you there. It was
then he told me all about it, and gave me
his true name. Poor Jack ! I shall never
forget his misery when he found a stranger
in your place." •
"Did he go, indeed, to the old home?"
asked the vicar, eagerly, "My poor boy 1
if only I had been there to meet him 1. But
surely he could have found out in the vil-
lage where I had gone to ?
"He did send me to make inquiries,"
Said Carlo, "and the old sexton told me
you Were at Cleefering, In Mountstiree
But when Jack found how, through his
fault, your hotne had been broken up and
your work spoiled, he amid he could not
write to you or seek you out. Indeed, I
doubt if we shall ever get him here unless
we take him altogether by surprise. He
would say that he would not come back to
be a disgrace to yoii in a new parish."
"If yoa don't mind," he said,' "1 think
it would be much better if I . wrote to him
and begged him to come down and see me;
I think I.dould write urgently enough to
bring hini,Snd on Good Friday theft will of
course be no opera, and it ie possible that he
might be able to arrange to stay over Easter -
Sunday. Will you mind just -handing me
that .pocket-bOok, and I Will seewhere
the•company will be? Ah, yes, I thought
so.; they will be at Worcester, and on Sat-
urday Will be.giVing Marta.' • I have no
•doubt that Merlin° will let Caffieri take
Lionello in Jack's place; he did so once in
'the autumn." . •
Spite of his excitement and anxiety, the
vicar could not but preceive that his visit
was tiring the invalid. '
"1 am ashamed to have forgotten your
illness in my own great joy," he said, rising
to go. ." I little thought what news awaited
me when I eallie here."
"This ds worth being sick for," said
Carlo. "1 shalt writeto Jackby the first
post to-morrOw."
Probably the (lectorwould have,highly
disapproved had he known of the little plot
Which was being worked out in his patient's
room; but only Clare and Mr. Britton were
taken into the secret, and in truth the ex-
eitement and hope acted like.a sort of tonic,
and Carlo forgot •for a time his own
anxieties in planning his various arrange-
Ments for that eventful Good 'Friday.
Sardoni had written to say that/ he would
come at • half -past three in the afternoon,
and Carlo awaited his arrival in some trepi-
dation. • Sardoni might now be expected to
• arrive at'any minute, and the vicar, wait-
ing with Carlo it the morning -room, was
enduring tortures of suspense and anxiety.
"When we heir him arrive," said Carlo.
quietly, " I want you to go through that
inner door into the next. room; leave the
door ajar,. Then, when Jack comes, I will
tell hina the whole truth, and how 1 Came
across :you; and how you recognizedhis
wyiting. That being settled, I shall ask
him to help me to my bedroom. When you
hear us get tip, then leave my room where
you have waited by the,other door, leading
into the passage, and come beak here. I
know you are thinking me likea stage -
manager, but, don't you see, this is the
only means of getting me out of the way.'
You will now meet alone and unobserved;
Jack will have been prepared, and will not
feel that we have dealt unfairly by him ;
and yet he will in a sense be surprised wl en
he goes back to find you there, because lie
will have been bracing up his mind to the
idea of seeking you out at the vicarage." •
And now a brisk, familiar step was heard
in the passage, the maid.servont, announced,
in the Most prim and ordinary way,"Signor
Sardoni," and the next moment .Tack strode
into ththorn. The vicar bit his lip
hard as he heard the hearty, cheerful voice
which had been silent to him for so maev
years.,
" Well, old fellow, how are you ? Why,
you are looking almost yourself again. This
is a case of Mother Hubbard'e dog ; I
thought I should find you ready to make
your last will and testament, DA Solt were
so anxious to see me once more. I shall
take back good news for the troupe; we are
all longing for you back again, though
Comerio tries hard to bezcivil, and to win
golden opinions_ And that reminde me,
Val ; I've just hit upon a way of turning an
honest penny."
" Presently I want you to tell me all,"
interposed Carlo, seizeig at one on the
momentary pause. "But, deck, first of all,
there is something I must tell you. ‘Vhat
parish do you think this house is in ?"
"Parish ! How should I know *: "said
in the parish of Cleevering," said
Carlo, quietly. Sardoni sprung to his feet.
"Good God, Donati 1 and did- vou bring
me here for that reason? Have 1 not told
you that nothing will induce me to revive
the old disgrace? Look here 1 That attack
we heard in the church the other night on
the stage-thatewas spoken by my father 1
Do you think, after that, he would care to
have me c'oming home ?"
"I know he would," said Carle. "Don't
be angry, Jack ; just hear me quietly to the
end. I did not betray you, but your father
has found you out." He told him graphi-
cally just what had happened, then con-
tinued, "'Do you think he ',vas thinking of
the disgrace' when he threw up every-
thing to go and seareh for you on the con-
tinent? Do you think he cares a rush for
what people say when his first impulse was
to go straight to Worcester and see you ?
Perhaps it would have leen better, after
all, if I had not seggested this other plan."
No no !'' hreke in Sardoni ; " I could
ni ec't.a.enr s trlo it, ,!aoLl tIhtet;vas 1BitaryiectHIartlIgolhibittmiitf
4,4441.e<mt it.,11,4 On ,.„Ara,,kkiptm, ja,A9
eT e yisei! w!'; tt it is if, en
Englishman t ty;r:rf• v.alk leg up to t he
" Bet 3 Oil W0111,1 at 1, ot do as ITt3':h as
house and ringine t bell ! '
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sleepleasness," said _Clare. ' " Let us see
Whether it Will have any effect. on you " ;
• .and'- taking a Bihie from the shelf she
began to , read in a low, soft, slightly
monotonous voice from the Book of Job.
' Whether it was the musical rhythm of the
-words, Or the continuous sound, or the
graphic picture set forth in that grand old
poem, it wonld be hard to say ; but for
some reason the mental picture of Anita
and Comerio gradually faded, the per-
ception 4 his ovals pain passed away, he
seemed to be livingAuite out of the nine-
teenth century -to be Job and . not himself
-though it was, in fact, the personal per.•
of the truth of the poem which
m• ade its effect on him so Powerful..
" ' For the thing which I greatly, feared
is come upon me,'" read Clare; ' ' and
that which I was afraid of is come Unto me.
I was not ,in safety, neither had I rest,
neither was I quiet, yet trouble came.'"
When Eliphaz the Temanite' began to
argue, Carlo felt himself sliding away into
blissfuldrowsiness, and soon Clare perceived
that the old charm had worked well and
that he was sound asleep. One glance into
his eyes showed Clare that ,he was himself
again, and the doctor, too, on his second
visit, was surprised and pleased to find
what a favorable turn his patient had taken.
The alarming prostration had passed; that
terrible depression, which seems incapable
' of wishing to live or of making any effort to
recover, had given place to a strong desire
for health. Though speaking was still an
effort to him, he asked two or three eager
questions. .
" alien I get better, do you think ?''
"Oh, there is not a doubt of it, if you go
on as well as you have begun," said the
doctor.
"Will my voice be injured ?"'
"There is no reason why it should not be
as good as ever when you recover your
strength."
" How soon could I possibly be fit to sing
in public again ?"
The doctor liked his spirit, and answered
with a smile : "This day nine weeks, if
you have no relapse. But don't excite your-
self about it, and don't talk too much.
What you want now is perfect rest of mind
and body."
"One more word," broke in Carlo. "Is
there anything I can do te get well sooner?" for perhaps you who feel so strongly about
"You can help yourself very materially such matters would he able to persuade him the vicar, watching with anxiety indescri-
by obedience to orders, and by keeping to leave the stage. I can't understand him bable the effect of his words on the Italian.
' yourself quiet. All anxiety and excitement at all; he seems quite scrapped up in his 1 There was no mistaking the intense ex -
Will eetard your recovery. This attack of , profession, and it is so sad to think of a oitement which dawned in Carlo's faeee,
pieurisy is the beat thing that could have really good man wasting his life in work of 1 " You saw and recognized this writing ?"
happened to you, for you are altogether that sort." • ; he asked, breathlessly, pointing to the en -
overworked and overstrained, and you must 1 "i shall be very happy to see him," said velop '; then, as the vicar signed an assent,
have rest. In these hurrying days people
, the vicar; "it will be quite a treat to me "Thank God I have come across you 2„ I
seem to have forgotten how to rest, that, s to talk Italian again!" And without more see there can be to doubt that you are his
e the worst of it. It you'll only go on as you delay he made his way to the hense, smiling father 1" e
have begun this afternoces, though, I shall to himself a little at; Kate Britton's eager -
Carlo observed this with relief. ,The vicar
Tears started to the Englishman's eyes.
be quite satisfied with you." nese to influence all she eame across, and
did not seem nearly so hard end uncompro-
As Sardoni had once remarked, however, rather pleased at the prospect of a new ac- did
as Sardoni had led him to expect.
Carlo was in some respects "old-fashioned," quaintance in his small and' not very inter-
" My son was here, then, in Ash -
and the doctor found that he had not for- eating parish. He had preached only a
borough 1" ho exclaimed- " was actually in
•tteza 415,Lenia MA eeerstrained, nineteenth- little while ager against theatres; and it was
century flit, 'tile serft-c---FAue.:41iOailig--4r444„t,,77-7.i.,, to VairryfOrlace to fiwe in the church that night, and never came near
fast learning what Thomas a Kempis this way with a v CT it'aLie-Vi;Trilierf of th'e me 1- . r"'1" l''Po.At nV Mats lookitil +Iv
him -have wandered all over €17-e teittrzient
deemed the work of a perfect man, " To prof,,,Rion. .
pass g
out care ; not with the indifference of a Donati would be very glad to see im, t e
in the. same town ?"
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sluggs.rd, but with that privilege of a !lied vicar followed the servant upstairs to the
." It must have bee.n that which mvle that for on' who, has trampr:(1 all over Europe: of -.: I a passenger.
at liberty." . ,
morning room, where he found the invalid
Europe for you ?" said Carlo.
It's not that," said Sardoni,
brushing his hand impatieatly acmes his
eyes. It's not that I mean. Upon pay
soul, Donati, I think you are too good to
understand how it is with me."
gestures.
Too
only by one of his expressive
" Too tired to discuss the inetter further,
We will say. ybive me an arm, will you,
Jack? I will go to my room and rest, aud
will Bee you again later on."
" I forgot how ill you had been !" said
Sordoni, with compunction." " Aud now I
have tried you, and thought only of my own
affairs, like the brute that I am 1"
To 1,e) Con•iuuec.
A Single Tax retitiOR.
'and perhaps made me exaggerate your de -
The irrepressible Henry George znen are
now to the front with something- new in the
way of Congressional petitiens. For over
two years they have been quietly gathering
siguatures requesting the House of Repre-
sentativee to appoint a 'special committee
for the purpose of making a full inquiry
into and to report upon the expediency of
raising all public revenues by a single tax
upon the value Of land, irrespective of im-
provements, to the exclusion of all ether
taxes, whether in the toren of tariffs upon
imports, taxes upon internal productions or
otherwise. This is called "the single tax,"
anctenienicy he seen, it -is also. absolutafree
trade.
Each signature is on a separate slip of
paper containing the petition in full. Aire
slipa number 11'5,503. They.cme frereMp.11
parts of the Union, and are signed by peo-
ple whose neighbors, in many cases, will be
surprised to learn of their sympathy with
Henry Georgeism. But it is the form in
which the petition is arranged that makes
it the most unique thing of its kind. The
original slips are bound together in books,
of which there are 691, arranged bj States.
The books number as follows:
Alabama 3 books; Arkansas, 4; Ari-
zona, 1 ; 'California, 46 ; Colorado, 14;
Conpecticut, 9 ; Delaware, 3; District of
Columbia, 3; Florida, 6; Georgia, 4; Iowa,
25; Idaho, 1 ; Illinois, 52; Indian Terri-
tory, 3; Indiana, 10; Kansas, 15; Ken-
tucky, ; Louisiana, 5; Maine, 5; Mary-
land, 7; Mississippi, 1; Montana 3 ;' Mas-
Sachnsetts, 43; Michigan, 26; Minnesota,
19; Missouri, 38 ,.• New York, 115;
Nebraska, 11 ; Nevada, 1 ; New Hampshire,
3; New Jersey, 24; New Mexico, 2;
North Carolina; 1; North Dakota, 1; Ohio,
39 ; Oklahoma Territory, 1; Oregon, ;
Pennsylvania, 47; Rhode Island, 8 ; South
Caroline, 1; South Dakota, 16 •, Tennessee,
9; Texas, '22 • Utah, 2 ; Vermont; 3 e
Virginia., 6 • Washington, 7 • West Vir-
ginia, 5; Wisconsin, 6; Wyoming, 1;
miscellaneous, 2.
nunciation, was that my friend Sardoni,who
does not go in much for church -services,
happened - that night to have come with
me."
• "Did it de him any harm,do you think?"
asked the vica.-.
Carlo hesitated.
••" He was very angry about it," he said,
at length; "unreasonably angry,I thought.
Buthe has a good deal to trouble him, • and
there were reasons which made any attack
from the Church on our profession specially
painful to him."
He broke off as the door opened, and
looked with feverish eagernees towards the
servant who • entered with the afternoon
lettere. .
" Will you excuse me just for one
minute ?" he said. "This is from my
friend Sordoni, of whom we were just
speaking. If you will allow me -I aei.
ashamed to ask such a thing -but I am very
anxious to see how things are going with
them."
He opened the envelope, tosse,d it aside,
and began to read eagerly. Involuntarily
the vicar glanced at the handwriting of the
direction. In was large and maa.ked-a
peculiar and thoroughly characteristic hand.
The color rose to . his forehead, his lips
'trembled. He waited, partly to recover his
self-control, partly to allow Carlo time to
glance through the letter, then, with undis-
guised eagerness, he exclaimed : •
"This friend of yours, Signor Donati-
what did you say he was called ?"
"Sardoni ; he is primo tenore of our
troupe. Such a good-hearted fellow! I
don't know what I should do Without him !"
"But that, perhaps, is an assumbd
name? What is his true name? Is he not
an Englishman 7'
" He ,is English, but he keeps entirely to
his nom de gnerre," said Carlo.
"Even you, hisfriend, do not know his
true name?"
"Yes, I do know it; but he does not
wiah it generally known. Have you any
special eee,son for asking? Good heavens"!
IN exclaimed, as an idea suddenly occurred
to him, "can it possibly be that which
altered him so much after the sermon? Sir,
',beg you to tell me your name! I have
only heard you spoken of as tha vicar."
'My name is John Postlethwayte," said
Thee bpoks are arranged by States in a
series of draw.ers set in a handsome oak
cabinet, a drawing of which is herewith
given. On the top of the cabinet, is an en- •I
larged copy of the slip signed by Henry
George, showing his signature in fac 'simile;
and stating that the petition printed on it
is signed by 115,502 others. The cabinet,
With its contents, is on its way to the Hon.
Tom. L. Johnson, the Congressman man
from the Cleveland, Ofdo, district, who is
to present it in the Rouse, and who, it is
said, expects support from a considerable
nurnber of Congressmen, atnong them being
John DeWitt Warner, of New York, Cliff.
Breckenridge, of Arkensas, and Jerry Ship -
son, of Kansas, who are supposed to be in
sympathy with the George idea, and from
others who are in favor of a systematic
official inquiry into the principles taxa-
tion; regardless of its results.
The friends of the petition any that they
will have the matter brought up in Congress
every year until they aceomplish their pur-
pose. and obtain the appointment' of a Coin:
inittee of Inyestigatten.
A Bit of Natural Illstory.
Instinct teaches the hen that it would be
no good- to warm only one side of, her eggs
and so when she feels that they are" done"
on one side she turns them gently round.
Anyone who has wetched setting hens has
seen them rise every' now and then and
shliffle about for a few moments on the
nest. That is when they turn the eggs
over.
in the hope of finding him once more -and
h many cares as it were, with- Having received' a message' tha.t Signor
• does he now avoid and shun me when we are
Confirmed. .
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first appearance of the agreeable liquid fruit,
rpmedy Syrup of Figs a few years ago ha
been more than confirmed by the pleasant
experience of all who have used it, a d the
i
success of the 'proprietors und ri nufac-
turers the California Fig Syrup Con ny.
A Wise Woman.
Mr. Snaggle, snapPishly-Don't be. cor-
recting that boy always, Sarah. Let nature
take its course, won't you ?
Mrs. Snaggle, laying 'aside the shingle—
I'll do nothing of the sort, Mr. Snaggle.
don't intend that any woman shall have
such a husband as I've got if I can pre-
vent it.
BeCollom's Illeumalle Repellant '
Is the only reliable remedy known that
strengthens and benefits the system, besides
curing rheumatism, sciatica lumbago, etc.
Prepared by W.. A. MeC011orn, druggist,
Tilsonhurg. Sold wholesale and retail
druggists.
Fair Visitor -So you have really decided
not to sell your house ? Fair Dost -Yes.
You see we placed the matterin the hands
of a real e ate agerft. Alta. reading his
lovely advertisement out property, cell her
John nor mysulf could think of parting with
Mnr. -TOM ft Mai 'MUM
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