The Advocate, 1887-11-17, Page 24
-4. Mar '0 a Man ler aThat I
T.he ricliman's sou inherits lands,
And piles of brick, and stone and gold,
And he inherits soft white laand,
And tendor flesh that fears the rold,
Nor dares to wear a garmeet-old
A heritage, it seems te me,
One scarce woultrwish to hold in fee.
The 403 man's sou inherits cares;
The baulk may break, the factory burn,
A breath may burst his bubble shares,
And soft white hands could hardly earn
A living that would serve his turn.;
A heritage, it peenis to nie, •
One scarce Would wish to hold in fee.
What does the poor man's son inherit?
Stout muscles and a sinewy heart,
A hardy frame, a hardier spirit;
King of two hands, he does his part
In every useful toil and art;
A heritage, it seems to me,
A king might wish to hold in fee.
What does the poor man's son inherit?
A patience learned oz being poor,
Courage if sorrow come to bear it,
A fellow -feeling that is sure
To make the outcast bless his door;
A heritage, i seems to Inc.
A king might wish to hold in fee,
0 rich man's son 1 there is a toil
That with all others level stands;
Largetharity cloth never soil
But only whitens soft white hands—
Thi 4 is the best crop from thy lands;
A heritage, it seems to me,
Worth being rich to hold in fee.
0 poor man's Son! scorn not thy state ;
There is worse weariness than thine .
In merely being rich and great;
Toil only gives the soul to shine,
And makes rest fragrant and benign ;
A heritage, it seems to me,.
Worth being poor to hold m fee.
--James Russell Lowell.
- SIR HUGH'S LOVES.
"Heaven forbid !" ejaculated Hugh;
he was quite appalled at the notion of
any likeness between this absurd specimen
of humanity and himself ; but happily
the little mother did not hear
him, foe she was adjusting the long robe to
her liking.
"There, you must take him, Hugh; I
want to see him once in your arms—my
two treasures together;" and she held the
baby to him.
Hugh did het see how the weak
arms trembled under their load, as
he retreated a few steps in most genuine
alarm. 4
"1 take hint. I My dear, I never held a
baby in mylife ; I should be afraid of drop-
ping him; no, let him stop with his mother.
Women ,understand these sort of things.
There, now, I thought so, he is going to
cry; and Hugh's discomfitted look
was not lost on Fey, as the baby's
shrill voice spoke well for his strength of
lungs. '
" Oh, hush, hush," she said, nearly cry.
e Mg herself, and rocking the baby to and
' fro feebly. "You spoke so loudly, Hugh,
you frightened him; he never cries so when
we are alone."
"You will be alone directly if you do not
send him away," was her hesband's
impatient answer; it is not pleasant for a
man to be deafened when he is tired after
a long journey. Why, I do believe you are
going to cry too, Fay; what is the
good of ' a nurse if you exhaust yourself
like this?" And he pulled the bell rope
angrily.
"Oh, please don't send my baby away,"
she implored, in quite a piteous voice •, "he
is always with me now, and so good and
quiet, only yon startled him so."
"Nonsense," he returned decidedly;
"your illness has made you fanciful;
surely I meet know what is best for my
wife. Nurse, why do you allow Lady
Redmond to wear herself out with a
crying child? it cannot be right in her weak
state.
Fay gave up her baby without a word;
she was too gentle to 'remonstrate, but if he
could have read her thoughts. "He does
not care for his child at all," she was say-
ing within herself; and then she was very
quiet, and shielded her face with one hand.
Sir Hugh was rather uncomfortable; he
knew he had been out of temper, and that
he was disappointing Fay, but he never
guessed the stab he had inflicted when
he had refused to take their boy in his
arms.
" Well, Fay," he said, in rather a depre-
cating manner, "1 meant to have had a
little talk with you, now that noisy fellow
is gone. but you seem sleepy, dear; shall I
leave Yena to rest now, and come up again
after dinner ?"
Fay .uncovered her eyes and looked
at him rather oddly, he thought, but
she made no answer. Hugh rose and
looked at his watch, and repeated his
question.
"No," she said, very slowly; "do not
trouble to come up again, Hugh. I cannot
talk to you to -night; I shall be better
quiet."
"There, I told you so," he cried, triutnph-
antly. "I knew that little rascal had tired
you.'
"My baby never tires me," sheanswered,
wearily, and closed her eyes. Oh, if she
could only close them forever But then
she remembered how terrible death had
seemed to her in her illness—a bit of infin-
ite pain.
Hugh looked at her a little puzzled; his
Wee Wide was very much altered, he
thought ; and then he kissed her two or
three times with some affection, and went
to his dressing -room.
But when she heard him go down stairs
she rang for the nurse to bring back her
baby directly. The woman did not
like her excited look, or the fierce
way she almost snatched him to her
bosom.
You had much better try and get a
little sleep, my lady," she said, kindly; but
Fay only shook her head. It was not bed:
time yet, she said, but she would like to be
quiet with her baby for a little. And when
nurse had gone to have a talk with Janet,
she tottered from the couch, and knelt down
beside it, and wetted the whiterobe with her
tears..
"It is all over, baby," she inoaned ; "he
does not care for you or for me either—he
only wants Margaret; but you must love
your mother, baby, and grow up and coin,
fort hen for she has no one but you to love
her in the whole wide world."
Lady fleolmond had a ;Serious relapse
after this, and it was two or three
Weeks before she was &Mica to the &moll
again.
4
Hugh had not learned his leason yet.
Neither his wife's illness nor hie
own had taught hint Wiscloni; he
wag as restless and unreaisonable as ever.
lie grew very impatient over Fay's pro.f and if he would bring her t� Redniond Hall
longed weakness, which he insisted was due
in a great measure US her .9.WR 40. If
she had not excited herself so much on the
night of his return, she t,vehia ;ewer have
had that relapse- It Was a very tireseMe
affair altegethey ; fey his ewzi health was
net thoreaghly re-established, and a Lon-
don physician had recommended him a
few Months' travel; it Was just what he
wanted, and now hie trip to Cairo
and the Pyramids must be indefinitely
postponed.
He rather obstinately Ghose to believe
that there was a want of will inthe matter,
and that Fay could throw off her weakness
she liked. Still he was very kind to her
in his uncertain way—perhaps because the
doctors said he must humor her, or she
would fade away from them yet. So he
told her that she would never get strong
while she lay moping herself to death in
that little painted bird -cage, as he called the
blue room. And when she answered Het.
lessly that she could not walk—which he
was at first slow to believe—he used to
carry her down to one of the sunniest rooms
in the old Hall—into either the morning.
room or library—and place hercomfortably
on her couch with her work and book before
he started out for hi a ride.
It was a new thing to have those strong
arms performing such gentleoffices for her.
Fay used to thank him gratefully with one
of her meek, beautiful looks, but she seldom
said anything—his kindness had come too
late to the poor child, who felt that her
heart was slowly breaking with its hopeless
love. For who would be content with the
mirage when they are thirsting for the pure
water? Or who would be satisfied with
the meted grain and the measured
ounce when they have given their all in
all?
Those looks used to haunt Hugh as he
rode through the Singleton lanes; he used to
puzzle over them in an odd, ruminative
fashion. •
He remembered once that he had been in
at the death of a doe—where or in what
country he could not remember;ibut she
had been overtaken with her fawn, and one
of the huntsmen dispatched her with his
knife.
Hugh had stood by and shuddered at the
dumb look of anguish in the wild deer -eyes,
as with a sobbing breath the poor creature
breathed its last, its helpless fawn licking
its red wounds. Hugh had not been able to
forget that look for a long time; and now
it recurred to his memory, and he could
not tell why Fay's eyes reminded him so of
the dying doe's —it was an absurd morbid
idea. And then he touched his black mare
O little smartly, and tried to efface the
recollection by a rousing galop. But, do
what he would, he could not get it out of
his mind that his Wee Wide was sadly
altered; she was not the same Fay whose
little tripping feet bad raced Nero and
Pierre along the galleries with that ringing
laugh. This was a tired Fay who rarely
spoke and never laughed—who seemed to
care for nothing but her baby.
Hugh used to tell her so sometimes, with
an inexplicable feeling of jealousy that
rather surprised him ; but Fay did not under-
stand him.
44 What does it matter for whom I care ?"
she would say to herself. "I must love my
own baby." And then she would think
bitterly that Hugh seemed to like her
better now that she had ceased to vex him
with her childish demonstrations. "I am
getting very dignified," she thought„" and
very quiet; and I think this'pleases him.
Do old people feel like this,' wonder, when
all their life is ended, and they have such
feeble, aching limbs? Ah, no; I do not
believe they suffer at all. But now I seem
as though I can never rest for my longing
that Hugh may love me and tell me so,
before I die." And so she would prose on in
her sad plaintive little way.
No wonder Sir Hugh marvelled at her,
so silent of tongue, so grave of look—such
an altered Wee Wide; but all the conclusion
at which he had arrived was that the baby
had been too much for her, and that, when
the summer beat was over, she would
grow strong again. And Fay never contra-
dicted him.
And by and by, when the days grew
a little cooler, Fay began to creep about the
garden a little, and call herself well. Hugh
drove her out once or twice in her pony
carriage; but she saw he did not like it, and
begged him to let her go alone—such reluct-
ant courtesies gave her no pleasure. But
presently Erle came for a brief visit, and
was her ready escort, and after that she
really began to mend.
CHAPTER XXXI.
FAY'S MISTAKE
She loves with love that cannot tiro,
And when, ah, woe I she loves alone
Through passionate duty love flames higher
As grass grows taller round a stone.
Coventry Patmore
Never! 'tis certain that no hope is—none?
No hope for me, and yet for thee no fear,
The hardest part of my hard task is done ;
Thy calm assures rae that I am not dear.
Tenn. Ingelow
Erie was quite shocked at Fay's changed
appearance, but he said very little about it.
He .had an instinctive feeling that the
shadow had deepened, and that Fay was
sick at heart; but he only showed his Byrn.
pathy by an added kindness, and an almost
reverential tenderness; and Fay was deeply
grateful for his delicacy, for she knew now
that though she had been blind, others had
had their eyes open; and she had a morbid
fear that every one traced her husband's
restlessness and dissatisfaction with hislife
to the right cause, and knew that she was
an unloved Wife. Fay was very proud by
nature, though no one would have guessed
it from her exceeding gentleness; and this
knowledge added largely to her ain. But
she hid it—she bid it heroically, and
no one knew till too late how
the young creature had suffered in her
silence.
Erie and she were better Mende than
ever; but they did not resumetheir old con-
fidential talks. Erle had grown strangely
reticeht about his own affairs, and spoke
little of his fiancee and his approaching
marriage. He knew in his heart that Fay
had read him truly, and knew that his
warmest affections had been given to
Fern, and he had an uneasy con-
sciousnetis that She condemned his
conduot.
Pay never told him so; she congratulated
hitn very prettily and Made One of her old
inischievoue speeohee about "the young
lady with the go in her "—het ;somehow it
seemed to fall flat: and he asked him a
few question, as in ‘duty bound, ,about hid
prospects', and fib* Often he tette Mise Selby,
'
yenouerdawyf; forrieI,mwehaLvteor 8b4e9 ;near; .bfeo,n,,c1.0hof
o
eentinned ; "and 1 hear from the Trelaw-
Peps that Miss pelby—but I must call her
gvelYn nOw—is very nice indeed, a4a thet
you are to be congratulated,"
"She is fee too good fez' me," returned
Erie, With a touch of real feeling, for his
fiancee's unselfish devotion was a
daily reproach to lihn. Could any
girl be sweeter or more lovipg, he thought.
Fay sighed as she watched him. Erle
had changed too, she said to herself; be
was nicer, but he bad lost his old-time
merriment ; he looked graver, and a little
thin, and there was not always a happy
look in his eyes. Fay sometime feared
that the other girl with the fair hair had
not been forgotten; she wapted to tell him
that she hoped Evelyn knew all about her,
but she lacked the courage and
somehow it was not so easy to talk courage,
Erie
this time.
But there was ono subject on which he
dilated without reserve, and that was on
Mr. Ferrara' search for Crystal. He was
in New York now, he told Fay, with his
sister, and he was waiting for further intel-
ligence before he followed Miss Davenport.
"Miss Trafford corresponds with him, he
continued, with an effort; "but it seems
the travellers have little time for writing."
But he wondered, as he talked about the
Ferrara, why Fay changed color so
often—he had heard it was a sign of
delicacy.
"I am tiring you," he said, beefily ; "you
are looking quite pale; you want a change
sadly yourself, my Fairy Queen." And
Hugh, entering the room at that moment,
caught at the word, and came up quickly to
the couoh.
"Don't you feel so well to -day, pet?" he
asked, kindly; "why are you talking about
a change."
"It was only Erie's nonsense, dear," she
said, hurriedly. She never could speak to
him without apainful blush, and it always
deepened if he looked at her long, as he dia
now.
"I never saw you look better than you do
to -day," returned her husband; "she is
quite rosy, is she not, Erie? But you are
right, and a change will do her and the boy
good. I was thinking how you would,
like
to go down to Devonshire, Fay, while I an
away."
" Away ?" she said, very quietly; "where
are you going, Hugh ?"—but there was no
surprise in her face.
"Oh, you cannot forget," returned Hugh,
impatiently, "unless that baby puts every.
thing out of your head. Do you not
remember that I told you that Fitzclarence
was coming down this week to arrange about
our trip to Cairo."
"No," she replied, "you never said any,
thing about it, Hugh;" which was the
truth, for he had never taken the trouble to
inform her, though Mrs. Heron had had
orders to prepare a room for the expected
guest.
"Well, well," rather irritably, "I meant
to tell yon; but one's memory is treacherous
sometimes. He will be down here about
Wednesday or Thursday, for in another
week we hope to start."
"Indeed, returned Fay, in her tired
voice, pulling off her baby's shoe; but to
Erie's astomshment, ehe manifested no
emotion. As for Sir Hugh, he was
relieved to find his Wee Wide was
becoming such a reasonable woman.
Why, he could talk to her quite comfort-
ably without fear of a scene.
What will you do with yourself, dear,"
he continued, briskly. "Don't you think
it would be the beet thing to go down to
Daintree and show your baby to Aunt
Griselda ?"
"Just as you like," was the
indifferent answer. But Erie interrupted
her.
"How long de you mean to absent
yourself from the bosom of your family,
Hugh?"
"Oh, two or three months; we cannot
follow out the route Fitzclarence proposed
under that time—about ten or eleven weeks,
I should Bay."
"Three months? Well, all I can say is
marriage is not the fettered state that we
bachelors imagine it to be. I had no idea
that onocould get leave of absence for half
that time. I hope my wife will be as accom-.
modating as Fay."
"There was a concealed sarcasm inErle's
careless speech that jarred upon Hugh, and
he answered angrily,
I wish you would not talk such nonsense,
Erle. Fay has the sense to kno.v that my
health requires Complete cha'nge, and I
shall not be the man I was without it. I
ought to have had three months last
time, only her illness recalled me.
But now I can leave her more happily."
"And you expect to make the trip in
eleven weeks with Fitzclarence as the leader
of the expedition. Fitzclarance, so renowned
for his punctuality—so celebrated for
never altering a given route at a minute's
notice."
Erie was . going too far, and Sir
Hugh ' answered him with decided
impatience.
"1 did not know Fitzelarence was a
friend of yours, Erie; but I never listen to
the idle gossip one nicks up at one's club. I
am perfectly eatitified with his arrange.,
ments,,and so are the other men—we have
two Other fellows going with us. Fay, my
dear, I should like you to write at once to
yotneaunt, and ask her if she can have you
and the boy. The cottage is rather small;
do you think you could do' without Janet,
and only take nurse?"
'Oh, yes," replied Fay, in the same crib -
strained voice; but Erie saw that she had
become very pale. But just then Ellerton
entered and told his master that some one
was waiting to speak to him on business;
and eo the subjectdropped.
Erle looked rather Wistfully at Fay when
they were left alone together. " I am
afraid you will be very lonely When Ilugh
goes away," he said, kindly, "Why need
you go t� Daintree; you will be dreadfully
dull there With drily your aunt. I de net
Bee why you should not come to Belgrave
Hot* first, While Mrs. Montague is there.
She is 4 Very, pleasant women, Pay; and
yeti &mid do just as youlike, and you would
See Evelyn, arid 1 ani Auto yots two would
soon be great friends, t o cense,
Fay; and you can go to Daintree atter.
Vil'Ir'iy
dis'iiihnek het head With a faint, dissent!
ing smile but she was touched by his kind
Said; doeidedly, "it
Wottici not do all. u h would not Ike ongth of reentence; and though it may sv usho tho one hundrod young gent mon
if, 116 "wiehes mo to go .to Nutt kern., 6Wo:rdly to y�u,L are ferded.to run yof iiir teven esebet the elk young hidieS te
ctis'eIdor "fq my Present life is enenatikable. 'the Oeheert.:'"Ouanah- (Teftag)Adraifee•
" What does it Platter to him Where you
go, so long as he is enjoying himself," buret
from Erie's impatient lips ; her meekness
really preyoked him. But he regretted the
Fad? SPeePh as aeon as it was
uttered, eePePially as a Soft hand touched
"1 Hush I Erle," ;the said, gently, "you
should not speak like that; not to mg at
least- Do you net know that 1 have no
greater pleasure in the world than to obey
my husband'is wishes. No," she continued,
and her eyes grew misty, 111 have no other
happiness but that—no other happiness but
that."
"But, Fay," interrupted Erle, eigerly,
"what possible objection could Hugh have
to your staying at our house while Mrs.
Montague le there ? We would wait on
you, and watch over you, as though you were
a queen."
"Yes, yes I I know that—you are
always so kind to me, Erle; but it would
never do for me to come to Belgrave
House. Hugh does not like Mr. Hunt-
ingdon."
" Very few people do," muttered Erle,
"but he has always been a. good friend to rny
mother and nie."
"Yes, I know; and he is your uncle, so
of course you make allowances for him.
But Hugh has told me the story of poor
Neo Huntingdon; astt, somehow, I
feel as though I could never'
visit Belgrave House until you are master
there."
Erle smiled. "When that day cornea,
Mrs. Trafford shall reap a golden harvest
after all her hard work. You do not know
how I long to help her, and make life easier
for them all. Think of such women living
in a place like the Elysian Fields—over
that shop toq; and yet, if I were to take up
their cause now, 1 should only forfeit my
own chances, and do no good. So you mean
to be obdurate, my Fairy Queen, and not
come to us."
"No, dear," she said, quietly, "1 could
not come." But she neVer told him that
one of her reasons was that she might
possibly meet the Ferrers there, if they were
'coming back from America; and
she felt just now as though she
could not have borne such an encounter.
Erle had to go up to London the next day,
but the Hon. Algernon Fitzolarence took
his place the following evening, and after
that Fay had a miserable time; for all day
long Hugh and hie guest were planning the
routelor their trip, or talking over previous
tours.
Either Fay's knowledge of geography was
very limited or her head got confused; but
as she listened to them, she felt as though
Egypt were thousands of miles away, and
as though Hugh would certainly get lost in
those trackless deserts, and was cruel to
leave her for such dangers, she thought.
And sometimes she,
got so nervous that
she would make an excuse and leave the
room'that she might not hen any more.
And then she would wander about the
grounds in an aimless way, tryingto throw off
the oppression that was growing greater as
the days went on. It was not that she did
not want her husband to leave her. Her
loneliness could not begreater if he went
i
away—so she believed n her wretchedness;
but she was so terrified for him. And she
had taken a dislike to the- Hon. Algernon
Fitzclarence. He Might be a great trav-
eller, as Hugh told her, Rini a very amus-
ing companion, but his manners were not to
her taste. Fay's innocence instinctively
took' alarm at the covert admiration con-
veyed in her guest's looks and words. He
was too much a man of the world to pay
her open compliments; and indeed her
gentleldigeity repelled him; but he made
her understand that he thought his hostess
very charming.
Hugh noticed nothing; he was rather
pleased than otherwise that a fastidious
man like Fitzclarence should admire his
little wife.* Fay was certainly very pretty,
even in her husband's eyes, and she was so
much iniproved—not half 80 childish. But it
Was a relief to Fay when theHon. Algernon
departed. Hugh was to join him in town
for a day or two to procure his outfit, and
then come back to the Hall to bid Fay good-
bye. It was on the second day after their
guest had left Redmond Hall that
Fay went into her husband's
room to dust and arrange his papers as
nautal.
Iwas a duty she had taken upon herself
from the first. Sir Hugh had a masculine
horror of what he called servants' interfer-
ence—he never allowed them to touch the
papers on his writing.table or bureau; and
his strictures on the feminine
duster were so severe that no one but
Mrs. Herm ever ventured even
to remove the' overflowing waste -paper
baskets. '
But when Fay came to the Hall she
assumed the duty as her right, and took
O great pride and pleasure in her task;
and Hugh's first marital praise was
bestowed on the clever little fingers
that tidied without disarranging
his cherished papers, and after that the
work became her daily pleasure. But this
nieriiiiig there Was. an unusual amount of
diserderand confusion.Sir Hugh had sat
up late the previous'might sorting and dee-
troying hie letters; and not only the baskets
but the,floor was heaped with a profusion
of torn paper. Fay felt weak and tired,
and she went about her work slowly; but
she would not ring for a servant to help her;
it would be a long, time before she tidied
Hugh's papers again, she thought. And
then her attention was attracted by an
unfinished'letter lying at the bottom of the
debris which she first believed had been
thrown away , by mistake—but on closer
inspection she- found—it wag torn across.
But it was in her husband's handwriting.
Fay never knew why the temptation came
to her to read that letter. A sentenee
had caught her eye, and an intense wish
;Suddenly coin° over her to read the whole
and know what it meant. Afterwards she
owned that her fault had been a great one;
but she was to pay dearly for her girlish
curiosity.
It was,a mere fragment, and was appal.,
ently the concluding portion of a long
expl anatory letter. _
" . . And now I have told you all
frankly, and hoWever much yoil may
condemn me, at least you will bo eorry for
me.
"For, indeed, I havacione all that a Mar%
can do, or at least the best that is in me,
and have 'only beeri beaten and humiliated
at every turn. / ccen do 110 More. my ill
lie88 hb.,8 exhausted me, and taken away all
Just Put yonreelf in my place, and think
wllat ratliSt' Suffer.
" So you must not blame me; dear; if I
haVe PON to the conclusion that the sem°
Place ealmot hold us 130111—A least not for
a thne. One pr other of us must leave; and
Of course it mist be 1. 124o Misery of it in
too great for my endurance, until I can
learn to forgot the pet; and, tte I have told
you before, Margaret," --the word lightly
scratched through and 1" ;substituted
only Fay never noticed this—" I think it
right to go; and time and absence will help
us both. She is so good and gentle;
if she knew all, she would own
that this is rny duty; but—" here
the letter was torn across, and Fay read
no more. But as ,she stood there her
fingers stiffened over the paper, and an icy
chill seemed to rob her of all feeling. She
thought that letter was written to
Margaret, and now her despair ha.dreached
its climax.
Poor,unhappy Wee Wide.; it was a most
fatal mistake. That letter had been written
by Hugh one night when he could not sleep,.
and it was addressed to his wife. He had
come to the conclusion that be bad lived
the life of a hypocrite long enough, and
that it would be wiser and more honest if
he unburdened himself of his unhappy
secret and told Fay why he had thought it •
better to go away. He bad tried to speak
to her once, but she did not seem to under-
stand, and he had grown irritable and
impatient; it would be easier to snake
excuses for himself on paper. He could
tell her truly that he was very fond of her,
and that he wanted to make her happy. "I
mean to make you a good husbaud, 'be had
said in a previous portion; one of these
days, if you are patient with me, you
shall be the happiest little woman in the
twhorrulgudg.bh"appnever happened to distract his attention,
finished this letter; some -
and he never found an opportunity of com- -
pleting it. The night before he bad read.
it over, and the beginning had not pleased.
him. "I will write another when I am
away," he said to himself ; " I am afraid she
will feel herself hurt if she reads this, poor
little thing. I have not been sufficiently
considerate." Unfortunately Fay haa
come to a different conclusion. She thought.
the letter had been written to Margaret,
and that the " she " who was mentioned
was Hugh's wife. Yea, it was his wife of
whom Hugh spoke when he said the some
place could not hold them both, and for
"place" the unhappy girl substituted
"house." Hugh could not remain in the
same hopee with her. " She was good and
gentle; if she knew all,"—ab and she did
know all—" she would own that it was his.
duty; his present life was unendurable,"
and therefore—therefore he was going to•
Egypt with that dreadful man who would .
lead him into danger. "One or other.
of us must leave, and of course it must
be I."
"No, no, my bonnie Hugh," she said at
last, with a dim smile, as she lifted up her
eyes to his portrait; "if one must be sacri-
ficed it shall not be you—no, my dearest, it
shall not be you." And then, in her child-
ish ignorance, ,she made up her mind that,
Hugh should not go to Egypte
"You are very unhappy, darling," she
went on, pressing the letter in her hands ;
"you are terribly unhappy because you can-
not love me and care for your boy; but you
shall not be troubled with us any longer;.
and, indeed, I could not stop—" and here a
blush of shame came to her sweet face—
"knowing what I know now. No, baby
and I will go, and you shall not leave your
beautiful home and get lost in these hor-
rible deserts; yon shall stay here and learn
to forget all your troubles, and presently
you will be happy ; and it is I who will go, my
dearest."
(To be continued.)
Extraordinary Scene in a Church.
An extraordinary scene occurred in All
Saints' Church, Woodford Wells, Essex. It
was the occasion of the usual harvest
festival and the building was crowded. As
soon as the service commenced an elderly
man, of gentlemanly appearance, jumped
up from his seat excitedly, and, pointing to
O lady who was entering, exclaimed,'" Oh,
what a bonnet !" He continued muttering
to himself, and occasionally starting to his
feet during the prayers, as well as beating
time with his hands to the music. The
churchwardens and others endeavored to
pacify him, but when they approached him
he placed himself in a threatening attitude,
the consequence being that no one was able
to lay hold of him. Meanwhile many of
the worshippers left the church in a state
of alarm. When the first hymn was given
out by the vicar, the man again jumped up
suddenly, left his pew and advanced toward
the' vicar, every one expecting something
serious to happen. The man, however, went
up to a lady, put his arms around her and
embraced her, to her great consternation.
He then turned and walked out ef the
church and no one followed him. He is a
etranger to the locality, and the supposition
is that he is an escaped lunatic.
Meanest Nan Outdone.
The Brockville .Recorder publishes the fob -
bowing; " The writer was, on the road to
Farmereville and had to wait some time at
the Elbe toll -gate, vvhieh was blocked up
by a waggon with a hay rack. As we finally
drove up and handed over our low cents „
the old lady in charge of the gate said: If —
you wait long enough I'll tell you why that
man was so long here. You see this morn- .„
ing he went past with a load of hay so large
it would not go through the gate. To help
him out of the trouble my husband and
myself got rails from the fence and fixed up
the side of the road, so that he could drive
aroundthe gate, and he got by withoht
unloading. When he came back just now
he refused to pity only One way, as he said
he had only gone through the gate once.
What do you thiek of that?' said the old
lady as we drove on."
Lessons in h 'admit( PhilneoPhy.,
" Yes, Tommy," said the teacher of the
infant elass, " that is right ; vegetable e come
from. the ground; and now can Willie
Waffles tell us where meat comes from 2"
Yessinn," responded 'Willie, with the
air of Oh& familiar with the subject," meat
comes from the betcher'e."
The Place for our Superfluous Girls,
Keep o �lotot 1 taand aed
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