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The Exeter Advocate, 1891-6-18, Page 8"Ma Prof etteor teed the Whtte The l)C0Ieeeor 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.