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This was too much for the good lawyer.
4 I Conf usion. !" he exclaimed, turning
wrathf ally tbway. ‘ Was ever absurdity
like the ahsurdity of woman. She is
angry because this girl tia not ic.in her
•son. wager she would hang Lenore
Armyn, and let Aura Durand go, ta-mor-
aow, if she had the piwer, Come along,
Mr. Bathurst, we will leave her to come
to her senses."
But IC.ate Seaton interposed.
"Don't go, I beg, Mr. Hale?" she said,
with a look half serious, halt mirthful.
"If you leave her now, you will have to
'begin from the foundation. You have
said truly, her hatred for Lenore is in-
tense. I don't know what she will do
when she learns that Lenore is not only
innocent, but an heiress and a lady of
rank," then turning to Bathurst, "Tell
laim to stay, Mr. Bathurst; see how ob-
stinate he looki
s. He is n exactly the
mood now to bring her to reason quickly."
Neil laughed involuntarily.
"I do think he should stay," he said,
Hand I think that I should go. Until she
is convinced of the truth, my presence
will only excite her; thanks, once more,
to Jason Bradwardine. Don't you think
I am right, Miss Seaton ?"
"Yes; I think you are. If you stay
sh3 willonly say bitter things to you,
a.nd have so much more to repent of
when she comes to her senses."
"Exactly my idea, although, of course,
I should not bear malice. But I want to
see Mr. Durand this evening, and he
needs my presence more than it is needed
here."
Mr. Hale was somewhat inclined to
take his hat and fie tool but, after a little
more low -toned, discussion, he decided to
remain and "have it out," as he express.
ed. it, at the same moment flinging him-
self down upon ci; very forbidding -looking
chair, to wait for the hysterics to abate.
Bathurst exchanged with him a few
half -whispered words, in reference to
their plans for the morrow, and then he
turned to go, Kate Seaton accompanying
him through the drawing -rooms and pans-
ing at the door.
Bathurst," she asked, looking up
with a rosy flush on her face; "will they
take Aura Durand. to London ?"
"Yes, Miss Seaton," looking down with
m. smile; "as soon as the necessary pre-
liminary steps have been taken, Rob
will sail.for England with his prisoner."
Kate looked down. "I wonder if Mr.
Ferran will go too ?" she said, as if she
'didn't feel so much interested in this
cuestion.
"o; not if I can. prev0nt it."
"And when he does go, he will take
Lenore, I suppose."
Neil flushed in his burn and made no
answer. He was almost startled to find
himself aaentally saying, "I wish I could
prevent that.'
"Lenore will go back to my sister,
now," went on Kate; "she said so to-
day. And I shall go home, too. Mrs.
Arteveldt -will not want me when she
learns how, all along, I have been in
sympathy with Lenore"—then veering
suddenly, in trne woman fashion—"how
splendidly you all took those counterfeit-
ers, Air. Bathurst."
"Yes. That was Bob's work; I had
little hand in it. Ferran made the ac-
quaintance of the cook, and so managed
to let Rob in, you know. 113 got up
stairs without being seen, and had the
trap open and everything ready before
the gang came up, to begin work. Bob
won't much fanoy this trip across the
water'just now. But I must go, Miss Sea-
ton. Mr. Durand has a lonely house to-
night, and, for the present, I have pro-
inised to take up my quarters there."
Kate gave him her hand, and said good
night, and theu the young detective set
out to walk to Mr. Durand'sstrangely de-
serted dwelling.. The night was dark and
windy, and Neil paused upon the door-
step to button up his coat, paused where
the light from the street lamp fell full
upon his face. Then he ran lightly down
the steps and walked away, thinking of
beautiful Lenore Armyn,as he had first
teen her, holding the poison to her lips,
and face to face with death.
On he paced, lost in thought, and
through the darkness a stealthy shadow
,glided after, drawing silently, nearer and
nearer, as they approached the avenue
where the stately dwellings of the rich
stood in their own grounds'and wide
a,part, and where the leafless trunks and
branches of great shade trees threw deep-
aist shadows. Nearer and nearer draws
the noiseless, stealthy, vengeful shadow,
and still Neil Bathurst paces on, with
buoyant step and thoughts far away.
And now the shadow is close upon him!
He is midway between the street lamps
now, and passing a darkened. dwelling,
passing directly under the gnarled
brancites of two great trees, that stretch
their arms out over the pavement. Under
these branches the shadow glides, and,
if it makes a sound, the wind, howling
through the bare branches, bears that
sound away.
Close! closer yet; there is not the
length of an arm betweenthe shadow and
the unconscious Neil. And now some-
thing long, and slender'and bright,
gleams in an uplifted hand.
"Neil!"
Suddenly Neil Bathurst faces about;
ho sees the gleaming knife • he sees a
form swiftly, with one bound, interposed
between that knife and his heart. The
knife descends.; the form reels; there is
a groan, a fall, and Neil Bathurst knows
that some life has been offered to save
All this in a second of time. In the
next second, with a- panther -like spring,
Neil Bathurst is upon the assassin. There
is a flash, a report, and ,Tasart Bradwar-
dine falls, his brains scattered upon the
pavement, the bloody knife tightly
thatched. in his hand, his career of crime
ended.
Flinging his smoking pistol down,
Bathurat kneels beside his prostrate and
bleeding good angel, Gently he lifte the
'head, an 1 then a cry escapes his lips.
"My Goa! It is Ferran !"
He hears voices and hurrying footsteps,
but it seems an age to him before help
comes; then he will give his place up to
.none other. They raise the prostrate
senseless form, and carry it, as Neil Babb:-
urst directs, to the house of Mr. Durand,
only a block away. When they have
placed him upon a bed, and physioian
has been summoned, Neil Bathurst turns
to the offieer, wit o has eecorapa,nied them,
and ensweits his questions.
4 It is Francis li‘orreas, a London. detec-
tive, He came between me and that vil-
lain's knife, Did 1 kill hiin ?
"Spilled his brains U over," was the
officer's answer.
"I am glad of it. I pleant to, If be
has killed Ferrars, I shall regret that he
had not a dozen lives." Then he turned
again to the bedside, and Mr. Durend was
left to explain to the officer the identity
of Bathurst, and the eharaeter of the
inan who lay' out on the pavenaent a block
awa,p, ghastly, mutilated, dead, and sur-
roundeci by a crowd of eurious, unpitying,
sensation hunters.
But Francis Ferrars did not the; the
life so brave and. useful was not destined
to be blotted out by the dagger stroke oef
a coward. For days he ho vered betweek
life and death; and., day and night, Neil
Bathurst was 'beside him, pale, anxious,
sick at heart, until the danger was over.
Francis Ferran' was a strapger in a
strange land, but no wounded and snifer-
ing one was ever yet more tenderly eared
for, more carefully guarded, or more anx-
iously watched over, This lonely sad -
eyed man himself surrounded by father,
brothers sisters, friends. Mr. Durand
watched him with the utmost solici-
tude, and could not do enough for the
welfare of a gu.est he so honored, No
brotherly devotion could exceed that of
Neil Bathurst, and Rob jocelyn ; and
every day came two fair girls, with sad
and anxious faces, who whispered softly
with Mrs. Richards, and hoverod about
the door of the sick room like pitiEul
guardian angels, When the crisis was
'hist, and they were allowed to enter the
sick chamber, they came every day to sit
beside the wounded hero, and minister to
him with t mder hands.
Since he had learned from Kate Seaton
that JasonBradwardine was on the watch
for Neil Bathurst, Francis Ferrara had in
his turn watohed Jason Bradwardine,
especially when his brother detective
paid a visit to the house of Mrs. Arte -
veldt. On this night, when Neil sallied
forth alone, Ferran had beep, as usual,
near at hand. He had not kept so near
his game as he would have done had he
known that Neil would come forth un-
accompanied, and the would-be assassin
had well nigh aceomplished his purpose
before the Englishman could hurl himself
between his friend and the murddrous
knife.
One day Lenore and Neil had been sit-
ting beside the sick man; Lenore had.
been, as she ever was, wonderfully ten-
der and anxious for his comfort. "The
doctor says you may eat fruit," she said,
bending over Ferrars; "lots f fruit.
There are grapes in the market, such lus-
cious ones; think of them. I will have
you some directly. Will you eat them?
Promise, now."
He smiled feebly and gave the required
promise, and Lenore flitted from athe
room. Then Ferrars beckoned to Neil to
come nearer, and that young man com-
plied, and in his turn bent above the
couch.
"I am going to tell you something,"
said Ferran, feebly. "I have watched
your face and hers, when you thought
me asleep. You think Lenore cares for
me a- little, and so thinking you would
never tell your own secret. So, for your
sake, and for hers, I must tell you mine.
The secret that has set the shadow on my
face, and made me what I shall be to my
last day, a solitary, homeless man. Le-
nore does car a for me a little, I think, for
blood. is thicker than -water, after all;
and the same blood, the blood of the Mas-
singers'flows in her veins and in mine ;
but between us is the bar -sinister. My
father was Sir Hillary Massinger s
younger brother. My mother—an Eng-
lish peasant girl. No one knows my
searet, as you may guess I am not proud
of my Massinger blood. I call myself a
child of the people."
There was the sound of a stifled sob be-
hind them, and, turning quickly, Neil
saw Lenore standing near with a basket
of whits grapes .in her hand and pitiful
tears in her eyes. As he moved aside,
she came quickly to the bed, and, sinking
down itt her old place took the hand of
Francis Ferran in. both her own.
"Forgive me," she murmured. "I have
heard it, and I ani so glad to have a rel-
ative in you—one that I can respect and
love. It makes me more resigned. to my
English blood."
Francis Ferrars closed his eyes for a
moment, as if in pain. Then they opened
and smiled into hers.
"Blood is thicker than water," he mur-
mured. "I never meant this to come to
your knowledge. But you know now how
string was my reason for wishing to see
one wrong, done in part by a Massmger,
righted, and why, too, I should. so muck
desire to thwart Jason Bradwardine and
keep him from the succession. Bat Sir
Hillary must not know. I do not desire
his patronage, and he would never per-
mit me to approach you as a friend."
"Would he not ?" her eyes flashing.
"Then Sir Hillary had better look for the
next Bradwardine. If he accepts me as
his heiress, he will take me on my own
terms; and if you discard me, I'll have
nothing whatever to do with Sir Hillary
Massinger. I'llgo back to Doctor Burton,
or Doctor Austin, or," with a side glance
at Neil. "Mrs. Harris; and Mr. Bathurst
won't hunt me up again —he has said
so."
"And I mean it, too," declared Neil,
with such vigor that they both laughed.
"It's a fortunate thing for me that I
'found this out," went on Lenore, in a
livelier tone. "You see that officious Mr.
Bathurst had forestalled me, and Mrs.
Richards had. the grapes all ready; that's
how I happened back. Doctor Austin
wants to get rid of me ; he says I am too
uncertain to please him. I shall elect you
my guardian. Your hair i3 not quite
gray enough, but I think I can manage
that; don't you, Mr. Bathurst ?"
"Yes," retorted Neil, maliciously, "I
am sure you can, if you don't give up
those seven league boots."
And the eyes of the sick man were a
shade less sad, and there was a glad throb
at his heart as he looked from one bright
face to the other and thought:.
"They are my friends for always ;• for,
spite of the bar -sinister, I can keep Sir
Hillary Massinger's heiress my friend."
(CONCLUDED NEXT WEEK.)
COININ"THRO' THE RYE.
BY DIOL131,1 1). MATURES.
(CONTINUED.)
"The governor is brushing my hat !"
exclaims fack,bursting itt upon us spiek
and span in his correctly -fitting. gloves
and boxer, and we follow him, prampitate-
13r. In the hall are aesemblecl mamma,
Dolly, Alan, and such a the young ones
as ai e old, enough to go to church, ard
the governor. He had finished brushing
this hat, and put it on his hoed; but as
lee is rumaging in a drawer for his gloves,
he does no notice our arrival. And now
hcsets out, mamma by his side, the pro -
°fission is formed, and we all tail two -and -
two behind them. Across the lawn,
through the wicket -gate, in at God's acre,
past our ancestors Geoffrey and Joan,
who lie in duplicate marble effigy above-
ground, bleached bones below fiat on
their backs, with thelr toes turned stiffly
up, and their prim hands turned palm to
palm. If the effigies are good likenesses,
I should say that Geoffrey must have
been an oostinate, uncoinfo. table old. fel-
low, while Joan was pleasant to live with
and very much under her )ord's thumb.
An impertinent rosebush planted by Geof-
frey's side is holding its s %set red blos-
soms to his marble nose, and froni it he
seems to be turning away disdainfully,
bast as, may be, he did in life *ma all
fair and pleasant things. Uuder the
porch, along the cool dark aisle we go,
and file into the long pew that seems ex-
pressly ma te for a man with many chil-
dren. Mamma sits at the top, papa at
the bottom; and. the great object of our
Sunday morning existences is to get as
far away from him, and as near to her,
as we possibly can, hence various silent
and rapid manceuvers behin his back
that is as we 1 for us that he does not
suspect. To -day I ‘a -a the hapless left
behind, and take my seat -with a wrathful
heart and a sickly s ale that seeks to
convey- to my 'brethren the fact that I do
not mind my situation at all, indeed
rather like it than otherwise; there is,
however, a covert grin on the r .ar of tri-
umphant faces to ray right, Lhat plainly
informs me that my little hypocrisies will
not go down in that quarter. We all look
up m the governor as a kied of bombshell
or volcano, or loaded gun, that may blow
up at any moment, and will infallibly
destroy whatever is nearest to him, there-
fore our fears are usually lively when ill
luck plants us very close to hen.
As usual we are early, so we sit and
wateh the old village people come in,
prayer -book in hand, -with the clean
handkerchief folded on the top, and a rose
or sprig of wallflower laid between, at
which. they will sniff between whiles,
when they are not listening to an exposi-
tion of their sins, or looking to see if the
quality has any new clothes on. The
village hind comes in rosy -faded and well
greased; he has taken his weekly wash,
put on his weekly clean boiled rafi, and,
with the bit of roast beef and. pudding
provided for his dinner lurking itt his
memory and tickling his nostrils, feels
not unamiably disposed toward the wife
of his bosom, and has no inclination to
beat her as is his wont on week days
when he has a little spare time. In the
gallery opposite sit the Sunday schools
girls and plowboys, an unruly tribe, im-
pervious to the verbal remonstrances of
Prodgers the schoolmaster, of whieh fact
he is well aware, and possesses a more
substantial claim to their regard in the
shape of a stout cane, with which he dis-
courses sweet music on their rustic backs,
coming down with an inspiring whack!
in a pause of the sermon or interval of
prayer.
Last Sunday he made a faux pas, for,
being at the back of the gallery, and,
spying the unmannerly conduct Of an
obstreperous purple-cheeked lass in the
first row, he leaned forward to take sum-
mary vengeance on the same, but alas!
she was "so near and yet so far," and in
striving to reach her he overbalances
himself, and fell upon a cluster of maid-
ens of tender years, who howled dismally,
while the cane succeeded in doing no
more than poking the crown of the of-
fender's bonnet in ! We did not smile,
and papa couldiletect no unseemly mirth
on our faces when he glanced sharply up
and down our pew, for we have by long
practice acquired the art of laughing in-
wardly, and can be in ecstacies of amuse-
ment without moving a muscle, of our
countenances.
At last Mr. Skipworth is in his place
and the service begins. The governor
makes his amens as fervently and loudly
as the clerk, and we all fodow, down to
the very smallest child; in fast, such a
wave of hearty sound runs along our
ranks as raight almost suffice to blow a
thin man off his legs if placed directly
before us. And now we have all settled
our backs against the hard pew, and have
planted our feet firmly on our respective
stools, and we have opened our hearts
and ears widely for such spiritual com-
fort as Mr. Skipworth may think fit to
administer. Papa turns himself about,
and, resting his elbow on the ledge of the
pew, has us all safely under his eye. The
sermon begins, and, though we fix our
attention upon our pastor unwinkingly,
we cannot follow his meaning, .oraindeed,
discover that he has any; his words beat
upon our ears with a sense of wearing,
empty babble. Is not a man supposed to
select a text for the purpose of expound-
ing it? But Mr. Skipworth does nothing
of the sort. He walks up to it, it is true,
and looks at us over the other side; he
ambles round it, makes clashes at it, re-
peats it over and over again, but never
really grasps its meaning and brings it
home to us. In his ramblings he men-
tions Methu.selah, and the name catching
my wandering thoughts, I fall to specu-
lating about that old world-weary man,
who must have been so tired of his life
before God permitted him to lay it
down. Surely his latter days were
ghastly, gray, and lonely, with all
his ps3op1e and the friends af his
youth lying in their graves, and new
ones to fill their places! At what period
of his life, I wonder, may be have been
considered to be growing a trifle elderly,
and did his father whip him after he Was
a hundred years old ? What must his
tailors' bills have comet°, and how many
Mrs. Metliuselahs and little Methu.selahs
may there have bean'? Para isnot much
past forey, and he has eleven children. If
he lived until he was nine hundred and
sixty-nine years old, how many Might he
be reasonably suppotted to have? That
is a sum., and more than iny head, unaid-
ed by slate or pencil, is good for. I have
not half exhausted the subjece when Mr.
Skipworth blesses and dismis,ses ns, and
wo are out again,pacing along the nar-
row path that divides these soft, swelling
green mounds that we call graves.
How 1 pity yota poor, patient, forgot-
ten, dead folk I I know that you are not
her:, that your spirits are transplanted
to greater bliss 01' greater iniserY than
the world ever gave you, but w th my hu-
man heart I think of your bodies laid
away in the earth's breast, not of your
deathless, freed souls. They have buried
you away so deep that pot a glimmer of
God's sunshine can pierce through your
dark, narrow beds- t ou are hidden
away so (nose that the gurgling song of
the thrush i or the shrill ()all of the black-
bird, can iever roach, or thrill yoe ;
though your best -loved were passing by;
you could not stir one hair's breoeith from
your bondage; though yoe. are cradled iu
the very heart of the earth, you cannot
feel her throbbing pulses, smell her fresh
flowers ; her joy, her rielies aaci her sweet-
ness, and not for you—net for you!
tun sorry for you, 0 dead! juse as some
day some ono will, perchance, he sorry
for me, and, looking down at the grass
that grows over me, heave a sigh and. say,
"Poor soul!" and turn back as I am do
ing to the breath of God's air, the c r ss
of his south wind, and the thousand
thousand treasures that he has so bound
fally poured into the hands of the living.
We pass bate the garden, cool with the
shadow el' the dark -leaved beeches, a
rambling, queer, old place, with many
oda twists and corners infinitely dear to
our hearts, for by their aid do we contrive
to dodge the governor with surprising
success. Away to the left is the kitchen
garden, ample, welbstocked, closely
guarded. before whicli we are wont t • sit
down with watering mouths, and hearts
as sighing as ever was that of .Petrerch
after Laura. This, our paradise, is in.
closed by an envious and abhorred wall,
too high to elimb, too dangerous to jump,
over which we all have 3eoparaizeil our
necks and legs and come to grief, as many
a bruished shin and dismal lump att:st,
while the potato bed, which we always
seleet to fall upon under a mistaken im
pression that it is softer than gooseberry
bushes, could tell many a tale of shame
and da -aster. At the present moment,
however we are indulgine itt no such
monkey tricks, w.3 are walling two -and -
two behind the governor, dutifully listen-
ing to his fulminations against Dorley,
who has permitted two sticks and a stone
to disgrace the velvet smoothness of the
lawn. Dorloy has been ditoharged with-
out a cheeac'er, departed frorn here to
th union, from the union to jail, and
jail to tee gallows, before we reach the
house.
"There will be some fun at dinner to'
day,' says Alice, as we go upstairs, for
Mrs. Ski/ worth had on Ler purple gown
in church !"
CFIAPTER 11.
"There is no slander in an allowed fool, though
be do nothing but rail, nor no railing in a dis-
creet man, titou,eh he do nothing hut reprove."
We may not be a very uncommon
family, I do not say we are; and we may-
be a very handsome fatally (with one or
two exceptions), I do not say we aro not;
but I defy our worst enemy to accuse us
of being a soeiable family. We care for
nobody, no, not we, and nobody cares for
-us If we ever had any friends, which I
strongly doubt, they have betaken them-
selves to foreign parts, or melted like
snow, or died- of a "waste" or—some-
thing; and we have no relations—uncles,
aunts or cousins—we never see a soul.
The truth is, papa quarrels -with every
man and woman he knows, on principle,
and has come to the very end of his ae-
quaintance, being (I think) heartily sorrY
that there is no one left that he can got a
chance of being racle to.
Once a year, or so, some determinately
peaceful neigkbor, who is fond of mother,
and 'wishes to know how she fares,drives
through our laospitable gates, and in fear
and trembling pulls the creaking knob of
our front door bell, rusty witli disuse as
was ever that one belonging to poor,
down -trodden, cowardly Mariana, who, in
my opinion, was never worthy of the
honor of being sung inverse. The sound
of that bell, when it does ring, strikes as
much consternation. to "our souls as the
1 ;et tramp might; from far and near we
gather to see the fun, doors open, heads
are popped round corners, t .e footman
rush/ s hither and thither, seeking to as-
certain the whereabouts of "master," lest
perhaps he usher the daring intruder into
that awful presence, and thereby secure
his own instant dismissal. In the dis-
tance is seen paptt furiously dashing his
hat upon his he 'd. and rushing out of the
house by some back door, while the air is
pleasingly filled with his shouts of wel-
come. (Is is needless to say that he hates
callers even worse than his friends, and
with an intensity that you will find no-
where, save in the breast of a well-born,
well-educated gentleman, whose house
and family are all that could be wished,
and who has nothing in the world to be
ashamed. of.) Meanwhile the cause of the
commotion cools her heels upon the door-
step, and is at last admitted, much as
though. she were something dangerous, or
had come froni a fever hospital, or -was
suspeeted of having intentions on tb.e
spoons.
[to me CONTINUED.]
Stub Ends of Thought.
The fire of genius needs industry for
fuel.
What a woman thinks, she says; and
what a man says, he thinks.
No man can be wise until he has been
a fool.
Thought as the backbone of language.
There are more ways of getting money
than marrying for it, but there is nona
much worse.
Don't call a man a liar unless you can
prove it, and. don't do it then, unless it be
done mildly.
Marriage is the one serious business of
lite ofteneet entered upon without serious
eonsideration.
An idle denier is always ready to go to
the bad,
DEAR OLD GRANDMOTHER.
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Mill DETROIT, MICH.
housekeeping fifty -years ago. The high,
brass -handled bureau formed part of the
same set. A corner "etagere" holds the
toys that happen to have been preserved
from the mark of time, and which she
used to "conjure with" scenes from the
nursery of long ago, but vivid as yester-
day to the dear old mother heart.
The ceiling has been made low, and
over the doorways are shelves fitted to
receive what remains of her best china
"dishes," and plates commemorating the
landing of Lafayette (which she remem-
bered hearing of as a child), and Bible
scenes, -with a large eye on the margin,
supposed to represent the "all -seeing
eye."
Upon the narrow mantel of pine, paint-
ed. -white, stand the silver "branches,"
the snuffers and tray, brass candlesticks,
candelbra of glass with madly pendant
prisms, and two china "images" (as
grandmother calls them), very much
crowded treasures, for these has graced
neore than. CMG mantelpiece ha her former
home.
No facilities for the "modern abomina-
tions" of gas or electricity are to be seen,
for grandmother lived in the country in
her yonth, and prefers "the old way,"
and the soft radiance of lamp and candles
are in keeping with the restful atmos-
phere of the room.
chintz hangings, and filled with potted.
plants.
As one enters the room, pleasant sounds
greet his ear besides grandmother's wel-
come. The kettle sings cheerily on the
hot stove, the tall old mahogany clock in
the corner, with its three brass ornamen-
tal knobs and moon -face peeping between
its hands, marks the seconds with a dig-
nified "tie, too" consistent with its vene-
rable age; the cat piured pleasantly on
the rug before the fire, sweet odors steal
forth from the rose -jars in the brackets,
and one feels that "if there's peace upon
earth, one may look for it here," a place
genial, home -like and. pleasant to remem-
ber.
The chairs are nearly all straight-
backed and high, some with short rockers
that enable one to enjoy a little mild
"teeter," and. one or two old patr:archs
in the ways of rocking chairs, that fold
one itt their capacious depths like a fat
motherly old nurse, and rock one sooth-
ingly until one dreams of his cradle.
An oblong looking -glass hangs on the
wall, framed in black, gilded at intervals.
The design of the frame seems to suggest
columns, but they are bound. by no archi-
tectural dicta, and run horizontally at
top and bottom with sublime disregard of
the conventionalities. At the top of the
=him a landscape, for about the widah-
of a foot, is painted on the glass itself,
with light green grass, dark green trees,
white houses with red roofs and doors,
and with a very blue hall in the distance.
The sky suggests a sunset, or a night-
mare, itt streaks of pale pink and blue.
In a beautiful house, the appointments
of which are all that modern invention,
large wealth and a cultivated taste can
accomplish; bric-a-brac, rare editions
and curios from all lands are found in
profusion—there is a little upstairs that
seems like a shrine. The saint who in-
habits it is a dear, silver -haired old lady,
whose presence in the home is like a bene-
diction.
You feel as you cross the threshold of
the little sanctum as if you had stepped
back into the earlier half of the century.
Her aildren and grandchildren have de-
lighted to surround her with the furni-
ture, decorations, etc., that were in vogue
in her youth. quaint and dainty, neat
as wax, and with an old-time restfulness
and serenity, that room is the favorite of
the whole house. Hero the master him-
self comes to throw himself down on the
old chintz-eovered lounge in "mother's
room" when tired and depressed, oat of
conceit with human nature, or seated with
worldly ambitions fulfilled.
This is the family confessional, where
the young folk of the household whisper
in grancite.other's ear their piceadilloes or
swarni here at all hours to have their
differences settled by the gentle justice
that is always impartial, or to satisfy
tbab internal craving that always seems
to be rampant in the young of the human
species, for grandmother's eloset 18 a
perennial sottree of goodies that they
'leveret* elsewhere.
Grandmother is no better nor evorso
than her Maid ia some reepeets, and
spoils the children most vanishingly.
Well, the eesket that holds. this jewel
of a grandmother is just like herself. She
says that, she "likes to be with her con-
teinporariee," end the high, mahogany
"foureposter," with its valance and 'tes-
ter," is the bed with whieh she berm
Another mirror, with gilded frame and
very heavy cornice, graces the opposite
side of the room. One does not lookone's
best in these glasses, but grandmother
says that "she's glad to think that she
looks better to those she loves than she
does to herself."
re:Her first "sample" hangs framed on
the wall, faded into soft, pleasant tones.
The walls are covered with works of art
—the early- art of this country, many of
thein.
A very long narrow frame holds a suc-
cession of colored fashion plates of the
styles worn in the year of grandmother's
marriage and those succeeding them for
several years, cut from an old magazine.
Her grandfather's old flint -lock musket
—he was a revolutionary hero—hangs
over the raantel, and in a sunny corner
on a little spindle -legged table lies the
dear old lady's Bible, worn with much
use, and evidently holding the place of
honor in her room as in her heart.
Around the fire -place 'where the wood
crackled eheerily on the ancient and-
irons, are a set of blue and white tiles,
illustrating (?) Bible subjects, which, if
they hal been intended as burlesques, '
would be regarded as sacrilegious. Eve,
stepping daintily from Adam
'
s open side
while he slept was not the only absurdity.
but nothing daunted this artist in tiles
Such subjects require delicate treatment,
apparently.
Gtrandraother keeps her best caps in a ;
huge band -bon three feet high and cover-
ed as were all its contemporaries, with
well paper, and her "neekchiefs"—white
as snow, and always worn erossecl on her
plaeid bosom—in a little gray horse -hair
trunk studded with brass nails. As her
room was only warmecb by a wood fire—
except what Inmate heat diffused itself
through the eracks-- she finds her little
bin foot stove filled with wale, "a great
comfort," and ha ; her bed warmed before
retiring with an old-fashioned wending -
pan.
The lateh of the door i$ iron of old
time pattern and the windows have
small panes of glass, eurtained with
Love's Young Dream.
Father—Now, see here! If you marry
that young pauper, how on earth are you
going to live?
Sweet girl—Oh, we have figured that
all out. You remember that old hen. ray
aunt gave me?
"Well, I've been reading a poultry cir-
cular and I find that a good hen will raise
twenty chicks in a season. Well, the
next season that will be twenty-one hens;
and as each will raise more chicks, that
will be 420. The next year the n.umber
will be 8,400, the following year 168,000,
and the next 3,360,000. Just think 1 At
only fifty cents apiece we will then have
$1,680,000. Then, you dear old papa,
we'll lend you some money to pay off the
mortgage on this house."
Whoa Baby was sick, we gave her Castoria.
When au was a Child, she aried for Caged",
When Mae became Hiss, she clang to Castoria.
Whimsies bad Childress. eke gave IhemOestocia.
How About Your Son.
If my choice were free, I would rather
give my boy the memory of a fairly hap-
py and untrammelled life up to twenty,
and leave him nothing then brit a con-
sequent reasonable optimism, an 'unsap-
ped courage, and a disposition to regard
money as a means rather than an end,
than keep him constantly face to face
with a specter of possible poverty, fill
him full of premature cares, and leave
him five thousand or twenty-five thou-
sand a year and no memories, or well-
grounded healthy tastes, or world to live
in, indeed, except such as he commonly
sets out to make for himself under these
circumstances, whieh is worse than noth-
ing.—From "The Point of View," in. the
February Scribner.
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