Exeter Advocate, 1900-9-6, Page 3THE SHORES OF SILENCE.
Through the dark, grim gateway of silence
Thole comes 1.91, an echo of sound,
And the land of the hidden hereafter
To men is an untrodden ground.
13uwhy do 1 strain sight and hearing
-To catch but a fragment so small?
Oh, why should I wait for the swing of the sate
Or hope for the future at all?
Ah, sweet in the moments of slumber
The glimpse of a happier land,
And blight is the light and the glory
That,talla on the wide golden strand,
For sometimes I see the light shimmer
In fitful but glorified gleama
On the sea and the shoe of a glad evermore,
The faneiful island of dreamal
Sometimes in the hourkof InY waking
I seem to hear 11108iC and mirth
That floats out of chaos and silence
And reaches the sin burdened earth,
But I know that the glow and gladness
Is empty as odor and air,
And the inumic I hear is in some other sphere,
The land of tny longing and prayer.
Sortie time there will be ripe fruition
And I shall be dreaming no more;
111 give up the shadow for substance
And sail to that glorified shore.
Ah,, then will I lift the dim curtain
And know e'en as I have been known;
My bondage shall break when my soul shall
awake,
And my spirit aball come to its own!
, Indianapolis Press.
BY JULIA TRUITT BIBROP.
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The woman in white had passed
through a most trinnaphant day and
was weary. She tossed her hat to a
she herself dropped Into the great
willow rocker—a mass of fluffy white
draperies, her deerlike head, with its
, crown of red brown hair, lifted above
• the foam. The woman in svhite had
been younger, but she had never be-
fore been so beautiful.
Because she had won him—and be-
cause she had no right to him. Be-
cause he had once scorned and flouted
her and had passed her with his wife
on his arm and a look of cold contempt
in his eyes, and because now he had
followed her for days and days, and
she bad made him sue for a kind word
from her—her, the scorned and de-
spised. Because she had laughed in
his face and had baited and lured him
until he had thrown to the winds his
decent life and all the long years of up-
rightness and the position among men
• . for which he had struggled, and was
ready to fellow her to the world's end,
and because he was the one man
whose scorn, bad cut deep Into *hat
she called her soul! -
She looked at the radiant thing in
the mirror and laughed and turned
the flashing bracelet about and around
on her wrist, and a something almost
womanly came into her face as she
realized that it was not the diamonds
she eared for—no! She would have
• loved a ribbon if he had given it to her
Weedieseith that look on his face and would
Wave kissed it as she did tbis, with a
passionate delight.
And the woman in gray, standing in
the door, saw her kissing the bracelet
• "May I tails with you a few min-
utes?" asked the woman in gray; and
the woman In white saw her reflection
• in the mirror. What the ,saw was a
slender, gray clad woman, with a pale,
pale face, and dark eyes with darker
shadows under them, and brown hair
'that was beginning to whiten with
early frost. •
The woman in white stared insolent-
ly at the reflection in the mirror and
"1 don't know what nay servants can
be thinking of," she said ivithout turn-
, Mg. "I really have nothing for you,
my good woman. Perhaps if you go
down some of my people'will show you
the way out." -
"But I must see you for a little
while," said the woman In gray, put-
ting aside the insult and coming slow-
• ly nearer, and there was 'a deadly still-
ness about her as she drew a chair for-
ward and sat down in it. Then _they^
looked at each other—the woman in
gray'and the woman -in white.
"I think perhaps you know me," said
• the weinan In gray. "No doubt people
have pointed me out to you as the wife
of—of"— •
"They have," said the woman in
white,haughtily, taking up a steel pa-
per knife from the table near at hand
• and playing With It. "To what do I
'tye the honor of this visit?"
The„wonian in gray looked at the, pa-
per knife and smiled wearily.
"You mistake me," she said."Some
women might have thought of that.
But you will live. See! Tomorrow 1.
t go upon a long journey, and I knew
that I must see you face to face before
I went."
"What possible Interest can I have In
your plans for traveling?" cried the
woman In white contempthouely.
"Pray consult your dressmaker Instead
and tell her for me that she should be
killed if she ever dresses you in gray
again,. It is not beeotning."
"You are bitter," said the woman In
'‘ gray, "and we have so little time, and
we are so near the tragedies of both
our livee., A little while ago I was bit-
ter against you, too, but now I ant„,too
gad to be very bitter. I see how past
remedy it is. 1 ans'not here to beg you
to •be merciful, l)ven if you wished,
you couldn't give me back what I have
lost." "
"Well, you have had your chance!" •
cried the woman In white. "And you
bed, her gloves and fan to a chair, and
'-^.•---,
past all doebt, 1. wetild not try te keep
hius if S could. I am goiog away, and
' he shall live Ills life In peace. I have
melts* come to ask you what kind of
life it is gulag to be."
The woman in white threw herself
baelt in her chair and seised her beau-
tiful arms above her head.
"Oh, you cold blooded woman!" she
cried, clasping her heeds above the
shining coil or her hair. "You icy
Wives that go your round of what you
call 'duties,' and sew on buttons and
have good, dinners and sit at the head
of the table, as interestipg as that
Dresden shepherdess, mouth after
month and year after year, and theta
are shocked and outraged when he
meets a flesh and blood woman and
loves her! What kind of life will he
have? Why, he will learu for the first
time that he is alive! What right have
women line you to talk about love-
-women who give a man up the first
time he looks another way! Why,
would make myself the most beautifu
and most attractive creature, In the
world to lam, so that he could nevei
even look at another vsoman-sand then,
if he looked, I would not go away and
leave him. I would kill him!"
' She clutched the paper knife in her
right hand, and lifted the left hand
and kissed again the flashing circlet on
her wriet.
The woman in gray looked at her
and the sight was branded on hes
memory. When she spoke again, it
was in lower tones. tier eyes were
fixed on a eing—a loose, loose ring that
she was -turning around on her finger.
"Perhaps we were mistaken about
having loved each other," she said
abtently, as though she were talking
to herself. "We were both so young,
and so ignorant. We were married
earlier than we had 'pleaded—because
my mother died, and I was left alone,
ancl was such an unprotected child—
and so we were married, and we
agreed that we were to study together,
because we were both so ambitious—
for him. And perhaps I couldn't have
kept pace with bins, at tny best, but I
had to take in sewing to help him
along, so I hadn't much time—and in a
little while he was away beyond we. I
have never caught up with him since,
but I have always gone on studying, so
that I wouldn't quite disagrace him
when he became a distinguished man."
The woman in gray stopped to put a
delicate and tremulous band to her
throat.
"When he was studying law," she
went on presently, "his eyes were trou-
bling him, and so I read aloud to him
for many hours every slay. Sometimes
I almost wished his eyes would fail a
little more—a great dearrnore—so that
he, could be more dependent on me,
for I was very young and ignorant
then, and, you -see, I thought 1 loved
him!"
, The woman in white aid not speak.
She was sitting ,quite still, as though
she were a marble woman.
"And even away back at the first,"
the woman hi gray went on in that
desolate self communing, "when we
were ignorant boy and ,girl together, we
had quite settled ,it with ourselves that
he was to be a dietinguisbed man. We
even made a little play of it, telling
one another that people would one day
point out . with pride the poor little
house where we had lived and, where
we had so much trouble paying the
Cent, and then we would laugh so mer-
rily. Ohs where has the, laughter all
gone? And so we went on looking for-
ward always to the day when he would
be famous and working and planning
for it, and I always pictured myself so
proud-eso proud of his triumphs! We
cold blooded women feel very deeply
• sometimes and think long thoughts!
And now he, has won the honors we
dreamed of, and tomorrow I am going
on a long journey!
She slowly rose, and the marble wo-
man in White saw for the first time
that she had a little package in the
thin hand.
. "1 have something to leave essith
you," sald the woman in gray, "some-
thing to give you. See, it is a little
,
bundle of letters. He wrote them slur-
„ingemy mother's illness. They are the
letters of an undeveloped and ignorant
boy to a poor little girl. 'I have cher-
ished them a long time, but I give them
to you now, because—because they
have already gone out of my life.”
* , *5 * *
An hour afterward the woman in
white found that she bad been alone
for a long thaw and that the last of the
poor little letters was Open in her hand.
A withered rose had dropped from it
and lay 113.11er lap among the folds of
fluffs'? white. The air was filled with
the fragrance of the, little old time
rose which seetnedeto be part of the
old time boyigh 1017e that was dead as
the rose. Once, long ago, in her life
MR...f.iOW$EB;S:WQES.'
LACK OF HEALTH WORRIED A
GOOD DEAL.
But He lind Consideral)ly More Cooke
F4/1. 'Worry When He Ended His
Experiments to itemtore tine Bodily
Strength tIte'Lomm of Wltlelt He Be-
inentted.
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Soop after the Bowsers had finished
dinner the other evening a package
arrived at the besensent 'door, and as
the girl brought it up to the family
room Mrs. Bosyser glanced at it and
said:
s"Tliele must be eome mistake. I
have ordeeed nothing sent up today."
There is no mistake about it," re-
plied Mr, Bowser. "That is a. 'lain -
mock I bought ties afternoon."
"Blit, we have no place for a ham-
; mock.
"Haven't we got a back yard?"
• "Yes, but there is no shady spot for
, a hammock."
"I am not looking for shady spots.
Sirs. BowSer, I want you to talk sensi-
bly for once in your life. Do you kpow
that I have got to harden naSselit up for
the coming hot weather or run a terri-
ble 'risk of a physical collapse with
, . the advent of the first hot wave?" ,
• "No, I , eldn't know it. 'I thought
you were in splendid health. Only
tastenight 1 heard you telling Brown"—
also --
The radiant face of the woman In
white was pale and old and weary
looking as she tied the letters In the
packet again and •laid this penciled
line upon them:
"Do not go on the long journey for
•
I go on a journey of my own." Then
she slipped the bracelet into its velvet
case and sealed and addressed it and
called a servant to go on two errands.
"I am going away tonight, John,"
she said as". his foot hesitated on the
Atair. "Send Susan tip to pack."
And then she stood in the middle of
the romn, her head drooped, pressing
back something that ,tried to come to
her eyes.
• "And now for new fields," she said
• despairingly, "and the life In them"—
have lost it! Who but yourself is to
lelanie?"
The woman in white had thrown
prudende to the winds with that
Speech, ardtnow ra,ge andjealousy and
Insolent,triumph were curiously blend-
ed in the bectotiful face end .flughed
a red glow from •the eyes,
"Yes—I have lost It," said the 'woman
1.11 gray, "And Utiviug learned
Still Holds Good.
"There was a' time," exclaimed young
Spenders, who had gone through a for-
tune, "when people used to say I had
more money than brains. They can't
say it now."
"Na?" queried the caustic cad.
"No. I'm down tomy lett penny."
"Ahl but you have the penny."—
Philadelphia Press.
est.
•
enee, For' a few brief seconds the
Sowser eet and the ipterloper exelsange.
ed glances of hate, distrust and de-
fiance, and thou they collided on top
of the fenee,
"By the great horn spoon!" ejaculat-
ed Me. Bowser as he roiled about and
filially tell out of the hammock. By
the time he had bit the earth the in-
terloper was a licked feline and wee
heard serarobling over a teuce three
yards below.
It was evident that the cure had a
few deawbacks, but after euseing soft-
ly to himself for 13 minute the petient
climbed back into his hammock and
tried to make himself believe that he
already felt better. Ile shut his eyes
tightly, determined to sleep, and the
premonitory tingle of a second sneeze
wais beiag faintly felt when there were
O yelp and a hiss, and the cat went up
the fence and over It like a flash, aud
a dog was left whining and growling
within ten feet of the hammock. The
eituine had crept under the alley fence,
and the Bowser cat, hadn't waited to
ask any questions.
"By thunder, but can't a man find
live minutes' peace in his own back
yard?" shouted Mr. Bowser as he rolled
out and looked for a elothes prop RS
A weapon of offense,
II° Inc that dog three times across
the yard before the animal could find
the hole he came in at and get out
Again, and when lie returned to the
eanamock the romance of the night
was gone If he hadn't caught sight
"Never rather what r told Brown. A
man may be at death's door and yet
not like to have people talking about it
and sympathizing. I may look well
and have a good appetite, but the fact
remains that a puff would blow out
the tlanse of- life.' 1 have kept this
fact from you for weeks and weeks,
but I feel that you ought to know it."
"And that hammock is going to save
you from ,being Puffed out?" she asked
the family cat came out,frona under
• the piano to take a hand in the game.
"I hope and.trust it is. Acting under
the advice of one of the best doctors
In town, I am going to try and harden
myself up before the hot weather ar-
rives. I shall put that hammock up in
the back yard this evening."
"And that will harden you?"
"And I shall pass the night in the
hammock—many nights. The doctor
says I must have a free circulation of
air and that instead of avoiding the
night dews I must revel in theon, 50 t
say. Man was never born to sleep in
bed as we do. Adam rested at night
under a tree. So did all other meu for
hundreds of yt ors. Whenever you
find the hardiest men you find men
who keep in the open air by day and
night I have coddled myself up too
much."
"Well, when you have'a sore throat,
a cold in the head andare aceing with
rheumatism from head to heel, perhaps
You'll keep On coddling," she answered.
"Any doctor who told you sueti stuff
for truth is an idiot."
"There you go!" exclaimed Mr. Bow-
ser as he began to pace up and dowa
the room, followed by the cat. "I
might have known you wouldn't talk
sense 1 •ttitbtt• my
h 1th b 'd If • MB. l3OWSER PROMENADES.
ot Mrs. Bowser peering from one of
the back windows, he might have de-
cided to call thing,s off until the next
night. That settled matters, however.
tie dropped Into the hammock and
huddled himself up, and the cat came
back and sat on the fence and looked
down upon him with guardian eyes.
Ten minutes stole silently away and
- the crickets had begun to sing low and
drowsily when something fell from
S the sky with a great clash and clatter
and missed Mr. Bowser and his ham-
mock by only a few inches.
"By the clubfooted king, but who
did that?" he demanded as he rolled
out to find that the "something" was
an old tin pail.
He had scarcely uttered the words
when an Early Rose potato whizzed
by his ear and struck the fence with
a bang, and it was followed by a Flori-
da cabbage stalk; which emitted a
cuoaning sound as it grazed the top of
«CCONI.
ea u you oppose e ea.
I you are hoping I may eollapse on the
I street andbe brought home as dead n
a doornail, why don't you say so and
have done with it?"
"Go ahead with your hammock cure,"
she quietly 'replied. • "If tlie doctor
said it would harden you up, then of
course it will. Don't put the blame off
on.me, however."
"Blame? 131arne? How can I blame
you?"
"I ;don't know, but you probably
"I'll probably do nothing of the kind!
By George, but I wonder if there is an-
other Such aggravating woman on the
face of the earth!"
•
Mrs. Bowser had tiething More to
say, Mr. Bowser kicked things. out Of
his *ay as he walked, and the cat nth-
hectagaitist a leg of the piano and saw
fun ' ahead. Half an hour later the
hamneock was Slung between .two of"
the clothesline posts. It was a fairly
dark evening, and, Mr. Bowser con-
gratulated himself that none of the
neighbors had, got on' to his little
scheme. At 10 (Selects he was ready to
try the cure. He tried to drag Mrs.
'Bowser into an argument about it, but
'she kept clear and went 'up stairs RS
he started out., Bareheaded and with
coat and vest off, he fell into the hens -
mock with a grunt -of satisfaction and
began counting the stars In the vault
above. Unnoticed by him, the cat had
followed at his heels. The night cure
was nothing new to her, and she went
wandering About the yard in search of
summer novelties. Ten minutes had
passed, and Mr. Bowser had just
Iti-
llulgdd1lis a sneeze which set the ham-
mock swinging when the head of a
neighbor'seat appeared above the
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• his head. The cat realized that she
wasn't in it and took a skip, but Mr.
Bowser wasn't to be bluffed.
"You reptiles, but I'll have you jug-
ged for this!" he shouted as he looked
around and failed to locate any one.
"Do you know"—
An old -corset from an ash barrel
came'salling his way like a velture of
the night, and he felt the fan of its
'Wings as he 'ducked his head. Then
there were missiles whims be believed
to be onions and tomatoes and green
corn cobs and ancient lemons, and all
he could do was to jump up and down
and demand that his hidden foes stand
forth and be slaughtered. He thought
he caught sight of some one ots the al-
ley fence, and he made a wild charge,
but he had no sooner reached it than
the heavens mined tin cans, bottles,
old hats and shoes, and he was com-
pelled to, turn and flee for his life, Sirs
Bowser came down stairs to tied him
in the sitting room white faced big
eyed and panting, and after is look at
him she said: .
"Have you got hardened up ;for 'the
het wave as quick as this?"
"Wetness, how dare you look me in
the face?" he demanded as he turned
on her. "Don't you suppose I know
all about your little plot to have me
killed, murdered, assassincteed in my
own back yard? I say, how
"You'd better come to • bed," she
quietly replied, and as she went up
stairs he slowly followed and hadn't
audther word to say. M. Quests
uprooting of a Tendency'.
"Have you Collected any more of that
expensive foreign crockery?"
"No, but I've smashed what I had."—
Chicagn'Itecord.
A CRY FOR WORK.
Cod, give me workl To thee I cry.
Tim buoy millions pass me by;
They have no need for fiuch I.
0 Clod of life, hast thou no need for me?
Worthless to them, have I ne worth to thee?
Not of thy children and yet doomed to bet
I cry to thee! Deer eyes upon toe gaze,
Dear loving, oyes that slow with hunger craze.
0 Father Dod, a father ,to thee PraYal
To work, only, to work, with, hand or brain,
In sweat of brow, with labor'a toil and '
VW worker has his joy for every pain.
See, Lord. the 1-1§0106 lid t3 aro raised on high;
From out despairing hearts is wrung the cry;
Oh, listen ye, forever passing by
--Charlotte Elizabeth Wells to Outlook,
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It was springtime end noonday, and
the soft breath of the year seemed la-
den vsith fragrant promises of bloom
and color, while over the woods was
stealing a fairylike mantle of green.
On sach a day? and in such a scene
as this Evangeline Rotten felt •as
though the world should bold nothing
of strife or pain or ugliness; indeed,
the particular world in which she
moved and breathed and had her being
held little but the surface knowledge
that such things existed, for fate had
favored Evangeline and, not content
with bestowing on her beauty of per-
son and mind, had dowered her with
the great gift of song in its divine per-
fection.
Now she sauntered down the wind-
ing pathway that led from her castle
terrace to the copse beneath.
A man, follosving, her with hesitating
steps, as though he feared a repulse if
he presented himself too suddenly, took
courage to approach when the trees
veiled them from the castle windows,
and, though she made him welcome by
neither word nor sign, walked at her
side until the whim seized her to seat
herself on a bank and search for the
desultory flowers that were beginning
to peep here and there.
It was at this moment that it visitor
who had driven up to the castle in a
dogcart descended and asked for Mlle.
" -I am afraid she is unable to see any
one this morning," said the butler
"she is tes for tonight."
Dr. Harrowden knit his brows in per-
plexity. He remembered that the sing-
er had generously 'offered to throw
open her castle to the public on that
night and to give the first entertain -
tient in her new theater for the benefit
of a fund for wounded soldiers.
All the country were clamoring for
tickets. Fabulous prices had been paid
even for standing room, and report
said the diva, having spared no pains
or expense to make the occasion a
success, was about to eclipse herself in
a new part, specially written and com-
posed for her, in an operatic adaptation
of "Othello." '
"The matter is it very urgent one,"
said Dr. Harrowden, after a pause. "I
have a request to make of Mlle. Rohan
that can only be made personally. If
you will risk her displeasure and allow
me to make my way to will take
all the blame. I may say it is a ques-
tion almostof life and death."
The man, who knew Dr. Harrowden
as one whose reputation, even in a vil-
lage practice, gave weight to his words,
Yielded and,stelling him that ma.demol-
selle had taken the path toward the
copse, led him through the conserva-
tory and directed him to the shortest
way.
He came so suddenly upon the little
clearing ,where Evangeline was that
neither she nor her companion perceiv-
ed him. She was standing up, a sin-
gular look on her beautiful face, which
was bereft of its usual color, and both
her bands were stretched out before
her as though to ward off something;
that she dreaded and that yet fasci-
nated her.
His face, a dark eyed, brown skinned
Wile bad
erg,
hadt Wcahsaimuied(ni igahwt,,a1y2 hihoeussoisaindeoelDvaw
oi
death froes the village home, and she
Was holding a 0:eat assembly bushed
and spellbound, svhile her voiee, no
longer softened and subdued, rane
with all its glorious power through the
large opera hall which slie had. latels,
added to her castle.
It was the moment of her crowning
triurnpli, tbe moment when Desdemos
na, realizing to the full her danger and
the inflexible purpose of Othello, trans
formed by jealousy Into a murderer,
ceases to plead for her life and instead
proudly and passionately declares he
innocence.
Couot 1)ov-es, the Italian singer wile
had ,already soon universal applause
for his wonderful rendering of Othello,
faced her, the roadnese of rage thal
was consuming Ishn portrayed vividly
In every feature of his face, in every
moveroent of Ids tense, nervous fingers,
• There was silence, intense, dead si-
lence, for an instant as Eva's last note
died away, and then, as she covered
her eyes with her hands, the count,
with one ss-vift step, was at her side,
pressing with ruthlees hands the cush-
ion 'on laer upturned' face, and the cur-
tain began -slowly to descend on the
death scene.
An electrac thrill ran through the au-
dience, the horror and despair of the
tragedy before tbem seemed suddenly
real and tangible, the scream, stran-
gled..
na its birth, that came from the
beautiful singer seemed an appeal to
them for help, and then an atnazing
thing occurred.
In the excitement of the scene no one
had noticed the sudden arrival In the
hall of Dr. Harrowden, wbo, pale and
breathless stood watching the descent
of the curtain, until, apparently over-
posvered by impulse, he ran up the hall,
' leaped up to the stage and, springing
across the footlights, thre-w himself
upon the count.
, In the desperate struggle that ensued,
momentary as it was, before the paras
lyzed onlookers rushed to separate the
combatants, no one noticed that Eva
herself had not moved and lay still
under the cuslaions.
There was the flash of a knife, an
exclamation from Dr. Harrowden, and
then, as he dropped, stabbed in the
shoulder, a dozen hands were on the
count, and, though be fought with the
, limitless strength of a madman, he
was overpowered at last by numbers
and carried off the stage, bound and
helpless.
I Dr. Harrowden, whose faintness was
only temporary, had risen already and,
disregardines the help offered him, bur-.
teed to the couch and raised the
cushions.
Eva lay there insensible, with the
marks on her white neck where the
count's fingers had gone near to suffo-
cating her.
Dr. Harrowden bent and laid his ear
to her lips and heart,.
"She Is not dead," he said breefty.
"Carry her to her room. I will attend
to her."
i Wondering exclamations broke out
on all sides. What had happened? Had,
' the count really attempted Eva's life?
How had the doctor been aware of her
danger? and a thousand otber ques-
tions and surmises. Later, when Eva.
very vveals and ill, had recovered cons'
sciousuess, she told the story of the
count's strange, will love for her, an
infatuation which had seieed him when
they drst met in the opera house at
Milan, of her inability to shake off the
influence which he exercised over her
In spite oflaer dread and dislike of him,
of his appearance Rt the castle when
she was arranging the east of "Othel-
lo," and imperious demand to be al-
lowed to remain there and to play the
title role.
* • * * * *
I "Ilow can lever thank you enough?"
she said to'Dr. Harrowden when, after
many days .of 'suffering from the
count's stiletto wound, he came, at
her request to see her. "It was a raira-
cle that you should have saved me as
you did. A naoment longer, and it
would have been too late. How did
you guess that his acting was reality?"
"The thanks are due really to your-
one, with something in, its southern in- ,
tensity that marred its handsomeness,
must have worn a threatening expies-
sion, for she recoiled with it little cry '
of alarm and, turning, saw Dr. Har-
rowden as he stepped toward her.
"Ah, doctor," she said, a little shak-
en still, but smiling, "it is a long time
since I have seen you, which speaks
well for my health, though not for my
hospitality. But yeau are coming to-
night, I hope?"
"You have asked me to the castle
most kindly," he answered quietly,
but I am a busy man, as you know,
mademoiselle, and have to deny myself
many pleasures. I have ventured to
intrude on you, for which you must
please lay the blame solely on me, be-
cause I have a little patient down there
in the village whose, recovery seems to
depend entirely on you."
"On me!"
"My patient is a little child who has
been at death's door through fever and
whose one desith, night and clay, has
been to hear you sing. We thought it
a delirious fancy that would pass, but
It seems that, had she been well, she
was to have come up to the castle ono
day when you sang to the villagers
and that she lost her chance through
this illness. She 'raves isnd weeps
ternately and will not sleep, begging
always tO be taken to you so that she
might ask you to sing one little song to
her."
"Where is she? Take me to her, doc-
tor, and I will sing to ber at once.?
• , Half an hoer later, with all her soul
in her •excpaisite voice, she was stand-
ing in the cottage singing a song of
life and love to the bewildered villag-
ers, while the sick child, propped up
by pillows to hear the desire of her
heart, cried out that it wait an angel
self," he said gently. "Your kindness
In singing to that poor little child was
the cause of your preservation. f went
to see her that evening and found her
just awakened from a strange drearo
of you, which had left the impression
' on her mind that you were in danger.
sl'he beautiful lady witli the angel's
voice,' she called you. She would not
be comforted until 1 promised to go up
to the castle and aseure myself that no
harm threatened yeas Her persistence
gave me a touch of anxiety, and 11
came to me with a sort of intuition as
I watched the count that he was mad.
I felt sure he meant mischief. It seems
almost as if the child had second sight;
but these coincidences do occur some'
times."
, "And ptill," said Eva, "it is to you 1
owe my life. You risked yours for
mine. Oh, tell me how to thank. you!"
"I dare ask nothing," he said, "since
I dare not ask too much."
Aald theywere
coah
resibioetnhsilent.
But
inthi5pe and t‘
promise lay, And there are some who
say that the most beautiful singer of
the day will exercise the prerogative
that her pre-eminence gives to tier and
will make it romantic marriage entire-
ly for her.—Penny Pictorial Magazine.
• The Wny.'Hninorlette Do.
"Oh, James, laere's rtn aecount of a
hen .who laid five'eggs in one day."
!".Well, maybe "she was getting ahead
with her worix so she enuld take a va
cation?'
He Tears It Off.
'First Office Boy—Do you ever git to
take it day off?
Second Oflice,13oy—Naw; only when
I fixes de calendar in de office.-11althk
more American,