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rueelittle violet white,
If yoe Will be so polite,
Tell me how it game that you
Lost your pretty perple hue ?
Were you blateched with sudden team ?
Were you blettAted with fairies' team
Or was Dame nature out of blue,
Violet, whale i,ie came to reu ?
The Violet
Tell mo, silly mortal. first,
Ere t satiety our thirst
For the tratia concerning tue-
WhY aro you u t like a tree ?
Tell Me why you more around,
Trying tliirerent kinds of ground,
With 5 our f army lege s ud boots,
the place of proper ruotos ?
Tell me, mortal, wile, your head,
W Lice o groeu breeches ought to spread,
Is a- shiny emooth wass,
Wall just a, fringe of fresty gra;
Tell mie-wby he's gone away
'Wonder ‘vilyuo W01.1.1.1.1121-4 stay
Cau he be well, I ace are
tioueitive about hie hair?
0111 r Herf ord, ill S. RiehoSas for May.
Fis/a zAery.
Young Dobsett, with a mind to fish,
Is quite too fond o f playing hookey ;
Se oil eel elyly go and scale
The fence, emd dowu beside the brook be
Will sit, and eit, and 011, and sit,
HIE4 patieuce not at all a -baited,
Though not a bite he gets to EllOW
For all the wasted time he's waited.
Once perched upon the be,nk he sat,
In hopes to eaten enough for one dish.
is tether stole upou the same
elud saw his ineilishent KM.
Aud when his sou came home ee nigbt
Ho took a rod from off the cupboard :
"Wo' d have a fielabawl now," said he,
And whaled the youtigster tii1 he bin lbered.
T E DOCTOR.
4?
Letty thought it Nt2 strong the cool way
in winch she was etered at every time she
cheamed to look swey f'rena them, and her
cheeke began tc erew meter the inepection.
She did not hue 4, the differentia, and
supped it wait Imo way in high life ao to
regaed ladies, bun it memeci a very
unpietheat wee itt nor eyes, and far one
moment, betore ehe remembered
that the was Angry with hint, she
was tlatosabil thet Pent Leneard had
esoeped this fiuish.
Ernest Devereux and °Marks Temple
had am:paired ;hie habit in an atmosphere
where the womee Were not so averse to be.
ing etared at as Letty Leigh. The greater
number of them, bang far batter looking,
took micro observation as a natural tribute
to their °hermit ; and whet the rest lacked
i -n good looks, they made up in impudence,
These young men were gentlemen, it being
eduaated at Oxford and belonging to
good family made therm so, But they were
needy gentlemen.
"A fellah mum live, you know," De.
'mann was wont to say, when the con -
miens of hie more sensitive friend oried
out at tionee pet schema; "and, hang it, in
these day a it is so deuced hard we can't
afford to let laok slip," And, unlike many
presenters, he worked out his own words.
Luck seldom did slip from between the
fingers of the Honorable Ernest. It that
luck was aometimes detained by what
commoner men would call "dodges," whist
matter ? Ele continued to live in the
style, and to dram in the etyle ; and his
valet had little more than his perquisities
in return for services none of the lightest.
The gime habit of "dodging" gradually
but Everett) brings down those who practise
it, and it had done so with thie young man.
Throagh all his polith a little of the brazen
effrontery his handl. to maatti life had en-
gendered cropped out; and it wss a speci-
men of thia that was etubarressing Letty.
Ernest's father had been a friend of Mr.
Leigh's in the good old days when "George
the Third was king." The son waa invited
to Fenimore in the hope of something
warmer that friendship springing up
between him and Letty. That he was poor
for leis position Mr. Leigh knew; he knew,
too, that il he had not been poor, his pro.
jeot would noz have been feasible. las wee
a geatlemen of ancient fetteily and good
connections, and if the money of his
danghter might win him for a husband, he
would be well content ; for, as we have said
before, he was no miser ; it was a gentle.
men, and not a rich Man, he wanted for
Letty.
So the old man plotted and talked; the
young one smiled and mewled ; and Letty,
sitting at the end of the table in her chair
sis lady of the feast felt utterly weary.
The dinner was ended. and DrrLennard
had not come, and Letty sat wondering
- why he had stayed away, till, meeting Mrs.
' Atherton's eye, and herniae it was time to
go, she rose in a tremble of nervoasness,
and with many blushee endi some little
awkwardness, managed. to get oat of the
room.
Charles Temple held open the door for
Letty, and she thought, as, she 'amide her
little bow, that she had never seen a
sweeter mouth or more sorrowful eyes in
her life. She did not know (how should
she?) that the carves of the delicate
scarlet Brie were carefully etodied, and that
the deep blue eyes were well drilled into
their expreaaion of eloquent melancholy.
Ernest Daemons used sometimes to say
to him, when in one of his patronizing
humors "1 wonder et you, my dear bay;
really do. With your eyea and teeth, not
to itay figure, you might go in for a roand
slim any day, and have your pick as to the
complexion of the incumbrance to boot."
Letty, foreseeing eome sarcastic epeeches
as to her awkwardnese frora M.re. Atherton,
wisely esosped them by going out in the
garden, and their she unwisely 'began to
think about Dr. Lennerd.
t, lie knows that I love him, and he as
much as told me I need not," she thought,
as she leaned against the cold wall of the
garden, and busied herself in plucking the
leaves off the rose bush that grew close to
it. Not a very plemeent thought for a
proud girl; arid Letty was proud, and,
. worse still, lovirig ; so it was not racuth
e wonder thet the big, bright team should
• roll down her cheeks, or that the rosee, as
well as the leaves, should be ruthlessly scat-
tered by her oruel fingers.
The sembreeze emote in chill, and
Ernest Devereux, smoking his cigar in the
loOrob, thought that this heiress matt be
little better than a eicrepieton to stetted oat
there in her low.neaked dress; but then
he knew nothing of the inward, -feet and
fever that was making the keen air
Welcome to her.
Elreeently, when the cigar was smoked,,
he strolled toward her, not forgetting to
=eke A timely rattling among the branches,
to give warning of his approach, It was
well he did so—well at leetet for Lettere for
jest at that moment the pain at her bet
Was the °tweet, and the large tears wore
standing in her deep grey eyes. She
turned at the noise, and, seeing who the
intruder wae, she smiled. .A. rciieerehly
f oroed smile sho felt it was, hot Ernest
Devereax did net think eo. It was no
mere foroed blenei some miles that greeted
laitn deity.
The yeting man began to talk, and tatty
listened, gradtudIg losing the 00080 of theme
vain that had jut been raokieg her, until
at length her free, girlish nature amorted
iteelf, and she laughed out merrily ett, his
elellies. De, Lennsed, walking slowly up
e 1600 in the gloaming, beard the letigim
and turning shorOUnI1 W&LKI1L
ogain.
"I am a fool," he paiii lie himeelf, as he
went, te build hopee on a sok girths
delirioue ancies, She la am happy with the
stranger—a mere top I dare sity—as she
knows how to be,"
Letty, going back veith Ernest Devereux
into the lighted drowing,room, felt the
smile tadiug front her stiff time as he
looked, rennet and ow that Dr. Leonard
waa not there. All the evening she was
quiet, axed Ernest Demerol= said to himself
that thie country girl woe wayward, as a
spoiled town beauty. Perheme there was a
charm for him in thee wayward humors ;
certainly he had not been so attentive to
any lady for sottee years—aot educe he was
" young and silly,' as hie friend would have
exprestei.
Chsrlee Temple, for all his sweotnsileg
and eloqaeat Owe% began to feel out of
humor; the genne wow so evideetly marked
down by hie friend. This darinfamd girl,
with her shy eyes, and low, ringing voice,
was not to hie taste'it ie true; but het
fortune would have been very much eci
indeed ; and that very night, when the
two friends at up together, sraokbeg their
cigars by the open window, he expreeeed.
hie surprise at the open way Ernest
Devereux was commencing an attack.
"You talk and talk," he said, with more
animation then was rouel to him, "but for
all, it moms to me you are not ouly struck
with the fortune, but with the girl herself,"
"What if I am ? " &Asti Erneet Da.
venue, languidly, Wetly brushing the
ashes of his cigar from off his coatmleeve
with his white jewelled augers.
"Nothing, or warm," W119 the answer;
"Only it would epear rather strange if
Ernest Devereux should have to oome down
to thia ashieg village in search of a bona
fide ette.ohment."
"Strange, would. it ? " eaid Devereux.
"Welt, what is strange is sometimes true
in this world; bat as you do not heppen to
fancy the girl yourself, you need not get
rusty over my doing gm"
"Fancy her 1" said Charles Teimple.
"No, thank you: I have not come quite ao
lotv as to fancy half -tawdry rustle."
A flush rose to Ernest Devereuale low,
square brow.
"You have not rissn eo high, yea menu,"
he retorted, with an insolent half 3mile.
Charles Temple raised hie eyes eharply,
and, for an instant, the two men measured
eaoh other through the gauzy clouds ot the
Meer smoke. Mentally and physically
Ernest Devereux was the stronger, as the
eyes ef the younger man fell before his.
"Yon have atrang,e ideas of rising," he
said ; "but yon are a strange fellow
altoeether, and I can't half make you out."
"Thank yon," rammed Ernest Devereux,
sarcastically, as he rose, and flay his cigar
out of the window, regardless of the sleep.
ing flowers in the garden below. "Thank
you, Charley, my dear boy. If you menet
make me out, I must be deep' indeed."
CHAPTER IV.
")OAT DM LOVING EACH OTHER AND NEVER
TELLINO 0II0 LOVE."
The two weeks the young men had been
invited to atay by Mr, Leigh paseed into
three, and then into four; and during that
time Dr. Lennard had called only ones at
the cottage. Mr. Leigh was annoyed. He
had counted on Dr. Lenaard's amusing his
guests, and here he had never come near
them. Fenneore was, without a doubt,
dull stop. Mr. Leigh felt it so himself, in
contraat to hie taste of town life, How
math worse then, would it seem in the
eyes of his friends—if men, as young and
clashing as were Charlea Temple and
Ernest Devereux could be truly called his
friends. Under any eircumstancies, Dr.
Lannard could be, if he chose, a
moat entertaining companion; in a quiet
little place like Fetunere lee was invalueble.
"What ce6n have vexed -the doctor?"
Mr. Leigh woald sometiMes say to Mrs.
Atherton; "he is certainly annoyed about
something, or he vsould look in Sometimes."
And poor Letty would inwardly mho the
question.
Letty was in a deep and dangerous game,
one that she had much better have left an -
played; but she WaSI in love, a little piqued,
and very much dezzled by the novelty of
her position. In plain English, Plies
Letty was flirting. Charles had long since
flung jealously to the winds and commenced
his attack openly as his friend had.
The rights were balmy, the sea mai es
still as shotigh it could never toes and
tumble, and form itself into a great, yawn-
ing, insetiable grave There was et harvest
moon, too, and that of itself had math to
answer for ; altogether, the opportunity
was too math for Letty, and, as we have
said before, she was flirting—so cleverly
that neither of the runners could have
given a game as to which would win.
Ernest Devereux was very much in love
for one of his class, perhaps as mach as he
had ever been before, certainly more than
he was likely to be again. The pleasant
morning walk and atter dinner tete a tete
were all he cantle desire; but he was not in
a position to waste time in such trifling,
sweet though it might be, and he meat win
or draw out altogether soon, it Ms Chriet•
mas day was to be safely spent in Englend.
Charlea Temple, lees needy, more senti-
meatal, less in earneet, perhims, saw the
days elipping by contentedly and gave
thanks for the good the present brought;
but Devereux could not afford to wait. So
one evening when Letty wrapped in her
lone blue cloak, Stood with him watching
the tide come in, he made the fitted venture.
Charles Temple and Mr.Leigh had walked
away from them and they were already
out of eight, in the deem light, and they
two were alone on the sandy shore—alone
in the world, it seemed, with the level
marshes stretching out far behind, and
the great sea trembling before them.
"1 shall be leaving here soon," he said;
" before I go there is something I should
like to tell you—if I might, that is."
Letty looked too gravely, jut enough
ouriouity in her time and no more.
",Certainly you may tell it to me," she
said, "if it is anything neoeasery for me to
hear."
"1 don't know that it is neceasary that
you should hear it," he replied; " but I
should like you to listen, if you will, if you
care to."
The selfmosseesed radn wile 'getting a
little embarrassed, his firm voice had
grown Men:intone, and no ecthoolhoy
could have uttered the next words more
hurriedly, more falteringly than he did.
" Miss Leigh, I have grown to love you."
It was the first time she had ever heated
t; the words had a sweet tingle in her
ettea, though they had not the power to
rattail her heart, and for a little while she
stood silent, her faced dropped, watching
tee water that wee dashing against her
foot and wetting the trailing folds Of her
d rem.
Ernest Devorenn, one hand resting on a
bowlder nesm the other playing restlessly
with the charms that dangled frotn his
watch ettain, stood anent also, and weithect
her,
The meet, tingling sound of the word
just epoken wee fsding away before the
deem of words she had hoped to hedr one
dsy spoken by another, and, with a vivid
tenth, item raieed her head and met the
mower leek bon t non her.
"Vett etiepeise trus," the eaid, speakieg
§
feet in her nentrtainn. "1 never thought
of math a thing, You—eyon—I om very
sorry," and then ninth failed her alio,
Other, etted she looked down on the geetht
tug watere with. a crimson face and
trenneloue lips that would not perform
their office.
Ernest Devereux roused himself, and hie
fane, that had softened into real emotion,
grew hard. It was oply another disap.
pointrnent, and there was Boulogne, it the
worst came.
"Nay, it ie 1 who an sorry, Mise
Leigh, paid he--" sorry that I should be
so rash and twesuraptuous. Pray forgive
rne aud forgot it."
/a.e gave hr r his hand as he spoke, to lead
her oat of the resole of the waves, and,
looking at him, she wondered if she had
juet son those cold blue eyea alight that
pasa Mikes from with eerne.stness. Had Eine
Bee/J tt, or was it ouly d fancy? Perhaps
it was only a tenoy, for latety the had
ene wn to fanoy snob things that were
linpossible ; and a sigh mote and was
ornehed book again in the moond's time
that she was retreatiog from the incoming
water.
The following morning Erneat Devereux
went back to London. Charles Temple did
not return with him.
" I shall run over to Ponsonby's, »ow
that I'm eo near," said he; "bus I than
meet you at Layburnin in November."
" Poesibly " said Ernest Devereux,
well that it was not
colora as he meditated on MOO Weis, Iser
fortune, and the proapeot of 000 day beam,
ing master of bOlb.
It is not alevetya the cold, cynical man of
the world, who gets called such very Mad
names sometime, that has the herbal;
heert or the olearest head in stuth naattere
as this. Dreamy -eyed, poetical, sentipoental
Charles Temple made his calculations with
an exsotitude and fameightednelte that
would have astoniehecl Erneet Devereux,
could he have seen into the buey brain
working and planning under the perfumed,
ehining, auburn curls ot his friend, Just
then Letty come dawn the garden, talking
to two of her young lady viaitora. So gay
she seemed, so . content. that Charles
Temple's thoughts took a oblong°.
"She does not care for him," watt his
inward aomment. "She would not laugh
like that if the did, for be ie one of thoee
deep in -earnest kind of girls who, when they
are in love, oennot help showing it,"
He turned and walked along the path to
meet them, hie pale, clear, cool fee° eoften,
ing into a smile as he got nearer. Evidently
he looked upon himself, se the happy man
who had yet to awaken love in the heart
ot this oharraing, gramoyed demoiselle.
When, alter some time spent in talking
and laughing, the young ladles turned to go
in -:loom on a signal frem their mamma,
Charles Temple followed with Letty, and
looking down on her sweet, dark face, grave
enough, now that she thought herself
though he knew very
unnoticed, be made an inward vow that
possible that he should be met at this side when she was late wife he would carry her -
of the Channel for sorne indetunte apace of
time.
The seine day Dr.Lennerd called, a mere
formal visit, and he had not been near for
three weeke and more. Letty and Mrs.
Atherton were in the drawing room, play-
ing with some fancy work. As the dootor
entered Templeton laid the book down, at
toying idly with its leaves as they fluttered
to and fro in the breeze, leis shapely hands
as white as a woman's, his eyes half tamed,
his soarlet lips curved wearily.
The doctor looked at him and frowned.
Undeniably hs,udeorrie, a perfect gentle.
man, he eet inwardly stigmatized him as a
puppy, and felt vexed, perhaps, that so
good a looking puppy should be so math at
home in that room.
Poor Laity, sitting pale and ellen* in the
corner of the loang,e, felt miserably con-
scious of the visitor's illleumor. He
seldom spoke to her, or glanced toward
her, and addressed himself chiefly to Mrs.
Atherton. That lady answered his brief
iniquities volubly and preased him to stay
to luncheon, but he declined. He had "a
great number of Melte to make that morn-
ing," he said, "and he could not postpone
any of them, its he was shortly leaving
Fenmore.'' Mrs. Atherton looked sur-
prised and he explained that he was go-
ing to the south of England for some time,
and might perhspe eventually settle there.
"Bus your patients, Dr. Lennard —whet.
ever will they do without you " cried
Mrs. Atherton, her blue eyes opening wide
at the news.
" Very well, I hope," he replied, smiling.
" Doctor Green will take charge of my
practice for it maple of months. At the
end of that time I shall come beak here
and either continue it, or dispose alit alto-
gether—I cannot, as yet, decide which."
Fie glanced at Letty as he spoke.
Indeed, the words seemed meant for her
more than Mrs. Atherton, and the evident
pain stamped on her face sornewhet startled
him. She kept her eyee bent on her work,
but the lips were growing purple with the
weight of tears which dare not flow, end
her needle made uneven stitches in the
delicate cambric she was flowering.
"I should think Ferunore mnet be very
bleak and wild in the winter time," said
Charles Temple, leaking out on the quiet
lane and the eunny sea. '
" It is not for any reaeon of that kind
that I think of leaving in". said Dr.
Leonard, aunty.
" Mr. Leigh will be so sorry," said Mrs.
Atherton. " Do atay a little while and see
him. Letty, my dear, where did your papa
eam he was going this morning ? "
The tears very nearly gushed -ant on this
unlooked for necessity of speaking, but she
managed to keep them baok and answer
calmly that she thought her father had
Bald he was going to cell on Captain
Wrigley.
"Yea, to be sure he did," said Mrs.
Atherton. "Well, that is not very far off,
doctor. He will be here shortly. Do
stay I"
"Very likely I shall oall at the captain's
as I pass," said he, " and if so I may see
Mr. Leigh, but cannot atm longer now."
He took up his hat, and bowing stiffly to
Charles Temple took leave of the ladies
and went oat.
" A curious man," said Mrs. Atherton,
with her soft laugb " a very curious man
— and he appeases to be on of sorta thia
morniug."
"He seems to be none too courteous,"
said the young man, smiling.
"Doctor Leonard is always a gentle-
man," said Latta her face flushing hotly.
" He could not be otherwise."
"You must take oare what you say,
M. Temple," soda Mu. Atherton, laugh-
ing again. "Letty is a pet of the doctor's,
and yea may see he is one of her favorites.
When she was 11150000 time ago, he actually
parted with his old servant, and sent her
up to mind Letty. Not very complimen-
tary to me but I took it in good part. So'
you mast b3 oarefal iuwhat you say
against Doctor Lennerd."
"1 have nothing to say against him," he
said, with a covert gletme at Laity's hot
face. "1 only thonght him a little brusque
thad was all."
Letty mad no more, and Mrs. Atherton,
taking up her work, asked him to go on
with his reading. He at once complied,
but the piece seemed to have lost its flavor,
and his musical voice had a weary tone in
it. Letty, too, appeared out of humor;
it seemed as if the doctor's brief visit heti
marred the monotony of their morning.
Presently other vieitors were announced,
and Charles Temple closed the book alto-
gether, and went out into the garden. The
young ladies of Fettmore were not very
math to his taste; and, fastidious to a
fenit, he had no sornple in avoiding them.
He strode up to the low etone wall, and,
lighting a dor, leaned Welly against it.
He stood on the very spot where Letty hod
stood talking to Ernest Devereux on the
first evening of their Visit. He weiathink.
ing of him now, and wondering whether he
had really asked for the hand of the rustio
heiress. If he bad, had he been accepted
or rejected ? He would have given much
to know, but Ernest Deverettx had shown
no inclination to satisfy hie euriosity ; and
no one elm save Letty oonld do it. Thee
he thought of Dr. Lennard. and the effect
*he nevelt of his leaving Fenmore had on
Lary ; for, sad and dreamy as Charles
Templeht eyes gamed, they Were keen to
observe, and no quiver of Letty's pale face
had eacemed them.
"Can it be that the adroit for him ?"
ho thought, as he knocked the white e.sh
off hie cigar; " it is plain that be cares for
her. By Jove, if a °Wintry dootor outs me
out t shall feel lowieh. Donereux would
have been different, but I couldn't Amid
that."
roaTehtle aYeadnnrgertmer htir wehaireefi°11C742,rianngd4 Ths,t wes a model Lady Who left the table
admird etheir flickering gleams in verities tomtit/0 thMm a
e uappeared undreesed
aelf and her money -bags far out of the
teeth of eneh dull torments as had just
been afflicting him.
That same evening Charles Temple tried
hie fate, and wee rejeoted, isa his friend had
been; and when, a few days later Mr.
Leigh's new trap carried him to the station,
on his way to Ponsouby's, Mr. Leigh
ehowed symptotne of being decidedly omits,
sind Letty of being deeidetily miserable.
A few days after Charles Temple's de-
parture M. Leigh received a long private
letter from London. A very pleasant
letter it appeared to be, judging by its
effect upon him. On reading It he grew
mysterione and important ; he patronized
Mrs. Atherton, made mach of Letty, and
was in goad humor with everyoue.
"Talent, my girl, is everything," he sold,
stroking Letty's hand, e,s it rested on the
table near him, with unwonted tenderness;
that is everything next to knowledge in
the world. Had it not been for the good
wee I have msde of those two things, you
might have lived and died in thie poor
place, fawned upon because of your few
paltry hundreds. As it is--."
He aid not finish the sentence, but his
manner plainly told that it was something
vaatly better that was in store for her.
"1 must start for London immediately,
without a moment's delay," he continued,
glancing again over the first part of his
letter; " and, Mrs. Atherton, perhaps you
will be kind enough to see alter a few
things for me to take."
He pushed oup and plate from before
him, and, leaning an elbow on the table,
began to read the letter over again, and
Mrs. Atherton, outwardly placid, inwardily
aflame with curiosity, left the room to see
after his things, as desired.
Letty sat still, her cup of coffee un-
finished, her toast untouched; too weary,
too listless, she seemed, to do or care for
anything.
The letter finished, Mr. Leigh rose, and
for the first time noticed what a poor
breakfast Laity was making.
"Why, child.," said he, "you ore not
eating a morsel, and you are as pale aa
Aghast. Thie will never do—it will not,
really. I cannot have you lose your good
looks now, of all times.'
"1 could not well lose them, father.
inesmuch as I never had any," she replied,
smilingly.
" Tut, tut, child 1 A. yellow veil can
transform a fright into a Venue any day,"
said her father, and he laughed a little
hard, meaning laugh, not particularly
pleasant to heten to. Mr. Leigh, was
emphatically a man of the world, and the
laugh of each men is not beautiful.
«t do not understand you," said Letty,
"what yellow veil do you mean ?"
" Never mind," esid he; " you will
know some day. Bat what is the matter
with you? Are you 111 or only fretting?
A bright blush rose to her fetus at the
thought that perhaps leer father had
guessed about whom she was fretting, but
the next instant she BEM it was impossible,
and the auewered, half smiling:
" No, only a little tired, that ie all."
" Tired ef this place, suppose' " geld
ner father. "and no . wonder; butdon't
despair. You may fly from it sooner than
you expect."
He went out of the room as he spoke, and
Letty looked after him wonderingly. Then
the rose, and kneeling in the window seat
pressed her face against the low glom, itnd
looked out wearily. It was November now,
and the sea had henging over it a dull,
gray mist that would thicken, most likely
into a fog letter in the day; the lane looked
bare and dreary, and thiire was not a
person to be seen in its whole length.
Presently, however, while Letty knelt there
some one eppeared—a woman carrying a
basket, and followed by a large black.and-
tan greyhound.
Letty's facie flushed and her heert gave a
great bound. The dog wits Dr. Lennsad's.
Many a time it walked along the sands
with its nose in the palm of her hand,
while she and Mrs. Lennard took their
afternoon ramble. It must be some one
from the brown house on the hill—perhaps
a messenger. A few seconds, and, the
woman coming e. nearer, she saw it wise
Judith.
There had always been a friendsnip
between Letty and the old woman, and it
had been strengthened consiclerally since
the time she had wanted Letty so care.
hilly through her long ; so tapping
on the glass to attraot her attention, Letty
went to the door to speak to her.
Always pleasant was Letty • a kind word
for everybody, and kinder than usual for
Judith.
As aeon as the dog eaw Letty, it bounded
forward to be noticed, and in a sadden
access of fondnese, as it seemed, she bent
down and kissed with her soft red lips ite
oold, pointed nose. Judith, almost too
tired to lamb smiled at her. teem
o
To be Continued.
Wm Masher.
Did you ever v./atoll a man who con.
aidere himself irresiedible by the gentler
sex?ts What a study—What an exhibition
he is Mire to make! You will see him on
the elevated, at the theatre, hi the parka
mid in the street:, He stares at every
woman, twirls his monetsche, primps hie
scarf and keep' adjusting his coat. He
ogles, stares, glances over Isis newspaper,
and ventures meaning smile or tilt of
hie eyes. It is not once in o hundred times
that a woman returns his glancee l • in fact
most of the women are afraid ofhim or
are dieguated. But when a vietim who is
in the same line of bciainese as himself cloee
give him a full equivalent for his efforts,
what it congneet he inekee of it. What a
wonderful conqueror he thinite himself.—
lireto York Sua.
Tan VENTRAL DANg.
The Directors Sued' for Ware Million
manare.
Tha first move in whet promisee to be
ono of the greatest civil suits in Cartadion
law annals wets made yeeterday itt ()spode
Hall when Mr. Charles, Miller, noting for
J. B. Henderson and other shareholders of
the Centrel Bank, ailed Meesta. David
Blain, 0. Blackest Robinson, A.. Moloan
Howard, Samuel Trace, 11. P. Dwight and
Kenneth Chisholm, M. P. P., for t61,954,.
603. Thi e enormous sum represent) the
lose sustained through Oho failure
of the Central Bonk, of whith the
defendant' were direatore when the
failure oaourred. The only other dime -
tor, Ur, D. Mitohell Maodonedel, is now
residing in California and beyond the juris
diction of Canadian civil law. The claim
made on joehelf ot tlae shareholdere is for
the above etemant, together with detuegee
for the wrong dam, the thareholdera by
reason of the iseuiric of fslae reports of the
standing and condition of the hank.
Another count ohargea the direetars with
injuring the shareholders by furnishing to
the public end Government these false
returns and paving dividends wben the
bank woe in &fleet inaolvenk. In addl.
tion to this roelfeasance in office, groats
negligence is oherged, the result at which
was the tenure of the bank and the payertent
of double liability by the shereholders. It
is amid that amording to reaent English
decieione the directors are liable.
Buts We Move xn
Lid yon ever notice what a rut you will
get to moving in unlees yoa exercise the
greateet care Take, for instance, the
coming down town in the xnorning. Some
business men have a choice of street osr
'Mem but most of them have only the one
line. 11 10 is a cable car, of course he has
to slight on the one side ; but he will fol-
low the ae.me rule with the street car just
as much as though the iron gate was there,
too. This is partly beasuse his place of
businesa is on the one ide, but mostly
from habit. And most men will not wait
for a street car to stop. They have a sort
of sneaking idea that it is unmanly to have
a street ear stop to either get on or off.
And so they will jump and mumble and
fall, and anything rather than stop the
oar. And this continnsl alighting withthe
weight of the body thrown upon one foot
has resulted in Barletta injuries to many
men, and probably permanent injury to
some. There le always a ehook and strain
that reathes to every portion of the body,
and this repeated deny is bound to have
its effect in time. Think on these things,
and while you are weighing the matter
don't forget to stop the car to slight.—
Cincinnati Times Star.
competition.
In order to amertain the views of chem.
Ws throughout Great Britain es to which
of the remediea for outward applioation
had the lsrgest sale and greatest popularity
" The Chemist and Druggist," ,instituted a
poet card competition, each dealer to name
Otto post card the preparation which had
the largest sale and was the most popular
with elastomers, and the publisher received
635 et the cards with the following results
St. jetoobe Oil 384
Ellimsn'is Ecnbrocetien .. 172
Holloway's Ointment 32
All000k's Plasters 19
Bow's Liniment 7
Palo Killer
Vaseline
C atioura
Scattering
7
4
2
Total 635
A Word for the Scissors.
Frank Harrison'e Shorthand Magazine:
Some people, ignorant of what good editing
is, imagine the.getting up of selected mat.
ser the easiest work in the world to do,
whereas it is the nicest work done on a
newswaper. If they see the editor with
scissors in his hsnd they are entre to say:
" Eh, that's the way you are getting up
original matter, eh 2" s000mpenying their
new, witty question with an idiotic wink or
smile. The 1 sots are thet the interest,
the variety and the usefulness of a paper
depend in no small degreenpon the seleoted
matter, and few men are capable for the
position who would not themselves be able
to write many of the articles they select.
A. sensible editor desires considertleht select
matter, because he knows *et one mind
cannot make so good a paper as five or six.
Saved from an Awful Fate.
" Gentlemen," said the Boston judge,
"you have done your duty by aonvicting
the prieoner of murder in the firm degree,
and it remained for me to pass eentencte of
deeth ripen his head. Bat, gentlemen,"
Otto judge continued, "the enormity of the
crime is so great that Wain death will not
expiate it. I have therefore decided to
meet the requirements of the case by a new
and effective puniehment." A breathless
silence hang over the court. " Prisoner,"
went on the judge, "1 hereby sentence you
to be confined for life in a silk hat and soak
coat." Bat the dull thud that followed in-
dicated all too plainly filet he spoke to a
corpse. And a subdued murmur of relief
passed over the ooart room, as the epeota-
tors reelized that the guilty wretch had
pawed beyond the terrible power of earthly
jastice.—Ctothier and Furnisher.
What Dundas Missed.
"Knoxonian" in Canada Presbyterian: It
is a grim commentary on popular election
that Dr. Herons Dodds lied some difficulty
in finding a place to grow in. Dr. Candlish
came very near being planted in Dundee.
White the great Free Church leader would
have ripened into had he come to Dundee
is a nice question. Probably he would have
spent his days in that beautiful village.
Perhaps he would have become principal
of Knox College. No doubt he would
have ripened into something decidedly
armful and influential, bat at this time of
day there ie not muoh nee in guesting at
that something.
A. Great suceese.
Buffalo News Husband—How did you
get along with your shopping to ?
Wife—Splendidly I I called at 15 places
and didn't buy a thing.
Never Saw Mickey Jones.
New York World: President Beath, of
the Hudson County Methodist Alliance,
says publialy thek he never sow a pro.
faulting baseball player who woe a gentle-
men.
He Could Stand tt.
Harper's Bazar: Ethel -- Is Jack
wealthy?
Moucl—He moot be. We hove been en-
gaged two months, and he 50(31011 Mill to
have plenty of money.
—
—The Wrathful Abitlifita—He is et
skidenefal flirt. The Tempting Girl -011,
mamma, be jut to him. Any ono would
flirt with me.
fare. Alexander, the noveliat, is otall,
handsome and rather portly NVOMStl, with
a fresh complexion, fair heir and blue eyed,
She ie in every way a etrikitig figure.
" IS ICHIS TOUR som, later ramp get
An Interesting Letter Front 1Welen Maw
dener, the ,A.raltkor, Eller .Brabita or Life.
Variety ot Communications SILO BO^
ear/05.
Emily 13. Beaton, in the Toledo Blade,
publiehes the following entertaining foots
about the wOhneat Wile Itu bee recent novel
"Is Thie Your Son, My Lord 2" has omitted
Bn011 a genuine sensation by leer fearlese
unmasking of conventionel immorality
and hypocrisy:
The persoaality of an author who hali
won a wide repatetion by leng.COntinned,
end excellent work, or by poem 'midden and
brilliant stroke Of genies, I/00VA beciorues
ot inturoot to tile great world of readers.
They want to know jriet how tide wonder.
fat woman—if it ee ti woman--isarries
lemself ; what is the oolor of her
her, her eyea ; who were her
father and inother, her grandparente„
end where is her botne—in short, every
minutest bit of infortnetion is ereedify
ttatheree in order to bring, up a complete
picture before her readere of the pore=
who leas so won their admiration.
This is time of the writer, Helen H. Gar-
dener, of IMO ranoh•talked-of book, "Ice
Thie Your Son, My Lord 2" mud all aorta
of paragraphs have been going the rounde
of she papers regarding her, of which the
following is a speoimen
Helen Gardener, autllor of the novel "
This Your eon, My Lord ?" is about de years old,
and is described as a really beautiful woman, a
little above medium height, of well-rounded,
proportions, with an intellectual face, deep,
brown eyes, full red lips, and high. broad fore-
head. She is is. daughter of Julia Ward Howe.
and possesses raclical
This appeered in Current Literature, and.
it being naturally ouppoeceit that that excel-
lent neageziee must be commit, it has been
widely copied,
Helen H. Gardeeer is not, however, ro
daughter of Julia Ward Eiowe, nor is she
even of New Eogland origin. Her an-
al:extort lutve alvsaya lived in Maryland or
Virginia, and elle, herself, first saw light in
the letter Stem, near Winchester. She
tracea her family directly front the daugh-
ter of Lord Baltimore, Blies Calvert, who
married a Mr. Chenoweth, he being the
first sheriff of Baltimore County, Mary, -
land. Her own father wow Rev. A. G.
Chenoweth; her mother is grandniece of
Sir Robert Peel, so that it is evident that
she bas heas back of her the maniere of genera-
tThe personal deecription given in the
paragraph quoted it, I think, very needy
correct. tier face is fall of intelligence,
and the earnest:Lem that ie visible in all
thst she writea lookforth from her dark
eyes.
It is easy to see that intense inward
conviction points her pen, and it is this
quality thet mekee her novel, with Me
baoltground 01 realiem, so vitally pregnant
with meaning, Thia book has taken an
almost unprecedented hold upon the think-
ing pttbUo, end 1 learn, has sold to Otte
extent of 25,0p0 caplet in five months. Ik
knowledge at Male feat will explain the
raison d' etre of the following communion -
Mon from the author, who, I can well
believe, is almost submerged by the tide al
communications setting towerde her:
I have been asked a great many times to write
things about myself for the papers. I have
always declined. In the first place I dislike the
look of anything like personal advertising, and in
the second place I did not feel that mypersonalitr
was of great interest In the public; but I do wish
I could -without seeming to advertise myselfe
my personality- say one or two things.
A great many people write to Me or send me
little tokens that touch me deeply, thud yet 'can-
not reply to half of them. Each one, doubtless;
expeets a full reply and feels hurt that none
comes. It is not want of appreciation, but want
of time and strength that prevents me froixt
sending a kindly recognition and sincere thanka
for the attention.
To -day brought me a large mail. It contained
strange, beautiful and pathetic things. I appre-
ciate them all, but I cannot reply to all. Let me
explain and let me beg my unknown friends to,
accept my earnest thanks for their interestand
warm expressions, whether these expressions
take a written or an objective form.
A sample of my mail is the one received to-
day. It was composed of innumerable adver-
tisements, of course, a number of letters front
friends, a number from literary and scientific
men and women who are known to me by name
only; two sermons recently preached upon my
last book, with the " compliments " of their
authors; several books with a request to "read
and give your opinion"; two MSS. of aspiring
authors with the tame request -one a novel, the
other a 'mw system of geometry " ; the latter
MS. to be read with sufficient care to enable
me to recommend it to a publisher t A pile of
newspapers, with notices more or less persona/
and interesting, marked for me to road; it box
of gold ore from a miner in New Mexico; aties
horned toad from a miner in old Mexico ; with
a letter saying it was his deeire to send me
something no.one else in this climate would
own, and a very queer and amusing little fellow
Elided (that is the toai's name) is. too ;
silver filagree braeelett a moet beautiful thing,
of spanish workmanship, from Central America.;
another box of ore and lava from Oregon,.
and last, most pathetic and touching, au in-
tensely religious' Easter card ' of the usual sort,
with this written message on the outside of the
envelope:
"God will bless your footsteps, wherever yea
go, my light-footed angel.
Yours truly,
"MARY menneteava."
This came from Cleveland, a, and if I knew
how to reach the woman who sent ft, I should
certainly mind her some personal message; but
eince I do not, I hope I may reach her this way
and make her understand how deeply that Uhler
message of hers and her eignaettre touched me.
The letters 1 get from women are worth working
hard for. They repay me for all I may do, for
they are chiefly from those who need help, and
who feel that1 have given it to them. The let-
ters I get from men are chiefly from scientific,
thoughtful men ; men who are engaged upon the
problems of Ole in one field or another. They
are, as a rule, from mem, eernest, stndi011a Men,
many ot theta well known in their fields of
thought But the women who write are chiefly
mothers who ery out with wild, passionate pro-
test, or with tearful inquiry. 1 wise that I might
reply to all; but if I did so, I should do nothing
else -my time and strength would all be con-
sumed. It is for this reason that I should like
to say through the press that +etch and all of
these letters and evidences of interest and confi-
dence are not only appreciated by me, but they
are helpful and stimulating as well, and I hope
my seeming neglect will pain no one,and will be
understood, not as an unkindness, hut simply IS
what it is-neeessitV.
Helen Garderner hse a fature before her,
we devoutly hope and believe, in which she
may, with strong, Marlette grasp, handle
the evils that eat into the heart at a people.
and bring, unlete cheeked, their glory low
in the dust. Everything that she hoe
written shoats the keen peroeptione of re.'
pure woman who has the courage to do
battle for what she believes to be right.
She has the literary gift of so choosing her
words that they etrike home, and hence
cannot fail of their ultimate purpose.
Emmet S. BODTON.
According to Ability.
Buffalo Express : Instead of agitating for
abort hours under the present system, r
workingmen would do better to demand a t'
new system by which eaoh man is paid
for the work he dose regardlees of whether 1
it takes him a long or rt ehort time. The
good workmen who cart do twice me math
in eight hours as the poor workman would
not then feel that he wets being un.
justly treated by receiving no more pay
tor ii,
Itt ra'noo the Government still 'evict' a/
tax oridoors end windows. To the reagents
in him smell but thin tax amounts tees
little more them three trance it pear, !kb
in the thyme it rises to 17 franca enissalY
for °soh family.
Herbert Spencer neve a Man 'of 702
though he looks Oh emote yetingerse,?0 iS
ot medium Mature, and Its hared la nalcit
()anent for a thin fringe esthete 06 bitten
aquiline hose, it ruddy skin Andean Inteh
learned face.