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The Gazette, 1893-08-24, Page 6tet bete • NOT ISELY, BUT T00 WELL C lAPPER XXVII.—(CONTINi eD) " fly heart seemed to stand still. is ,that I grew very calm and cold ' Whowoman, Cyril ?' I asked. Ile stared at me Inge one in a dream, and turned the boat beck without a word and rowed me t) the hotel. Then he lei me up one of the quiet aver walks, and standing there before ane 2oid ane the whole sickening, miserable tale. There may have been extenuation in it. I and anonefm I was d cruel,gI suppose. He called andant of life of man, me so. I could only cling ' hoone t mattered— hap she had been his wife. ine the folly, the caprice, the infatuation that had chained his hot youth and held him powerless now ? What ir attered to me anything, anything, save that he was lost to me, that my idol was shattered, my heart was broken. 'You told me yon had loved no other woman as yon loved me,' I said scornfully ; ` and all the time, all the time, you have given her the surest, truest proof of love a man can give. Pity 1 No. I have no pity! You made your choice, you must abide by it. If you were free this hour I would not marry you now. You have deceived me. Your love was a pretence ; perhaps you call it also such names as you call hers. Go to ber, your wife; I never will voluntarily look upon you face again.' Oh, Lauraine, was I cruel, was I unjust? God knows. Oh, the bitterness, the agony, the shame of that night. I felt as if I hated him in the new sharp fever of jealousy that had come to my heart. I hated to think he had belonged to another, held her to his heart, kissed her, loved or seemed to love first girl who=has told me the same, nor will you be ,the last. The mothers of Society do it all few the best, doubtless. Love seems. such apoor, contemptible thing in their eyes in comparison with—settlements. Oh, yes ! that is so always. .ps they forget their own youth ; _one doe., they say, when one outlives romance. And I suppose an Establishment' is better than poetry any day. They are wise, after all. Year after year the season has it martyrs. Girls are brought out and introduced with no higher aim or object set before them than a great ` marriage. Fashion and Society ex- pect it. I suppose it is what they were born for ! Thank God ! my parents were neither ambitious nor mercenary. Perhaps I too might have been over -persuaded. I don't think it likely. Still—" She hesitates and looks compassionately at Lauraine's sad face. "You must try and be brave, dear, and bear your life as it is. Regrets. repining, sorrowing won't make it any better._ You say you are weak but I don't think you are so weak as all that. And there is one thing I have want- ed to say to you of late. You will pardon me if it seems intrdsive. But, do you know you are behaving very coldly, and, I think, unwisely, towards your husband ? You leave him alone, to other temptations that your presence would restrain. All these months you have not seen him, you scarcely even write with more warmth or interest than you do to your steward ; and, after all, he is your husband. Nothing can alter that; and he loved you very dearly, and no doubt he does still. Can yon not see that your duty to him demands even more than the sacrifice you have al • ber. My whole nature seemed to change._ read made? I know it is hard, terribly I could only think he -had deceived me, ! hard.y You saythere is no sympathy, no whether willingly or mercifully did not m comprehension between you,, and yaur matter. Love, youth, joy, hope, all seemed i heart is aching with this forbidden love, to die out of my heart: Nothing he said and he must seem in a way hateful ; but you- were not honest with him quite, if you promised to marry him, and yet held back your heart. You see what I mean, do you leans carelessly back on his seat, tilting it to an angle that threatens its upset and his own. Perhaps it is that fact, remind.. ing her so of a trick of Keith's, that makes Lauraine look a second time. Her heart gives a• wild throb, she feels cold and sick with a sudden shame. She sees 'it is Keith himself. . . Just as they pass, the tilted chair is -pull- ed back to its level with a ringing laugh. "I' -.declare -to you it is impossible to speak when you will not look," says a shrill French voice. His eyes go straight to that passing figure. He starts, and his face grows darkly red. 'Their eyes meet for a second's space. In hers is pained rebuke, in his shame. There is no word no sign of recognition. But all the night seems full of dizzy pain to Keith. "It is very annoying," murmurs Lady Jean the next morning, as she sits at the breakfast -table. " Why could they not have, gone somewhere else ?" "W hat is annoying?" questions Lauraine, looking up from her chicken cutlet s at the clouded, handsome face opposite. "Why, those Americans ; one meets them everywhere 1 Hortense tells me they ar- rived last night—that Woollffe woman, you know, and her niece ; and they have the next rooms to mine ; and, of course, we will meet thein everywhere ; and oh! I am so sick of them, you can't imagine 1" "Mrs. Woollffe is a very kind-hearted woman," murmurs Lauraine. She is pale and Ianguid, and her eyes have a weary, sleepless look in them that tells of many wakefulness. Slie'and Lady Jean are alone, it being he chose the world, and I; solitude. I shout seemed to soften me. I would not listen, arould not yield, I would not pity. He lett me and I never saw him again. The next news I had was that he had gone abroad on, e" foreign service. I have seen his name from not Yes, Lauraine says, faintly, " I see." time tod time, but of his life, the life I once i "Duty demands much, but it also repays so fondly hoped tos share,thI know nothing."much, " continues Lady Etwynde, gently. Lau rine touches the I think,"ling hands. "Heaven knows I am not fit to preach to ;''You ntlwere hard on him, I thoughthher she says, you ; but in the world, as we know it, baur- hatly, "I suppose he dead— that he was free. ' eine, there are so many faithless wives, so divided househ , " Is there any Corriere pensee ?"she thinks. " Is she less blind than we imagine?" " I can't imagine a woman getting en- thusiastic n thusiastic about a woman," she says, coolly. " Seems unnatural." Of course, I have no doubt the msthete is very charming to those who can appreciate her. I' never could." I suppose not. I should scarcely think you had mhch in common," answers Laur- sine, dryly. " Still," says Lady Jean, rising carelessly from the table, " it was a little odd and unnatural that you should go away ;with her, and leave your poor husband to himself. If he hadn't been one of the most good- natured men--" "° Pardon me," interrupts Lauraine, very coldly, " I would rather not discuss my husband with anybody. You may rest as- sured I had his full sanction for m_y ` un- natural' conduct. And, if you know any- thing of a mother's feelings at all, you might suppose that I scarcely felt inclined for the gaieties and frivolties of London life after so sad a trial." " Ah, yes ; I forgot—the poor little angel," murmurs Lady Jean, her eyelids drooping to hide the angry flash in her. black eyes. " But—I may be wrong—I don't know, only to me it always seemed that a wife's first duty was to her hus- band." `• Pra,y has my husband been complain- ing of me? inquires Lauraine, haughtily. Lady Jean smiles involuntarily. "oI dear, no, of course not. I only said-- " I quite understand," says Lauraine. " Perhaps I was selfish in my grief. I don't know. I had not meant to be ; but " He said so," answers Lady Etwynde. " Oh, yes, and doubtless he believed it. he could not have dared to offer such an in- sult to me, or my family. But what I re enter' was that_he should have kept the ;tory back, that he should have pretended that I was his first, his only love, and all the time she had been his wife. I could not forgive that!" " But, my dear," says Lauraine gently, " you may have had his first, real love. The ether was but a youthful folly, a hot-headed intetuation. Does any man come to us .with.ith• his heart pure and free ? Few, I think, if any. We cannot judge them by ourselves. that is why so many .- women wreck their lives. They expect too much. o man ever could be what a girl's pule dreams would mars Lady Etwynde, and she kisses her on make bins. But it is so hard for her to be- the brow. lieve that." " 1 know it now," answers Lady Et- wynde. " I have learnt my lesson in bitter- CHAPTER XVIII. THE WAYS OF THE WORLD. many olds. Oh my ear, don't you add to the number 1 You have many enemies of whom you know nothing, and they would gladly seize your name, and smirch its purity with scandals and whispers, and evil words. I want you to be brave, and face them all, and live out your life nobly and well. I know I am bidding you do a hard thing; but it is right, and I am sure you see it, Lauraine bends her head down wearily, and lays it on her friend's shoulder. She feels spent, tired, exhausted. The tears throng to her eyes, her heart aches with dull and cease•ess pain. " I do see it 1" she half sobs. " I will try." " May Heaven give you strength !" mur- Holding the hand in the water,it appears to have become pure silver,and several men and boys jump in, half produced, as theyare,re,, for us to see the effect h is that their bodies are covered with a coating of silver. From which From the small landing place these, people leap into the water, there is a passage way, now closed, that once led up to one of the villas built by Tiberius upon the island. We only remain fifteen minutes in the Grotto for the sea is rising all the while and it is quite an exciting.experience to shoot through the entrance without getting a wet- ting. The boatmen are very skillful- and they know just how long to wait for a wave to retire and to go along with it success- fully hoursof too early for the other women, too late for the men. " Kind-hearted 1" echoes Lady Jean. :. My -dear, so is our greengrocer's wife, or our dressmaker, for all we know ; but that is no reason why we should receive them in our drawing -rooms. Now, I have done my best to avoid this dreadful woman for two seasonse and here she is, next door to me!" " You: are not bound to associate with her, if you acre so exclusive," says Lauraine, a little contemptuously. " But there are many women received in society who have not half the honesty and sterling worth of Mrs. Bradshaw Woollffe." " 0£ course," laughs Lady Jean, with unfeigned amusement ; " but honesty and sterling worth are rather humdrum things, don't you think ? And she is so vulgar 1" "That should be a recommendation, I fancy," says Lauraine. "Almost everyone is vulgar nowadays." "Ah, but there is a distinction ! When a woman is really well born, and has an -es- tablished position, she may do what she likes. It is these mushroom millionaires, these nouveaux riches, with their lined pockets and their `piles,' made out of every imaginable horror, adulerating, swindling, coal -mining, shoe -blacking, heaven only knows what, they are so odious and yet so formidable a power ! They push, they struggle, they scheme, they spend their money like water, they have a craze for society, the very highest, the very best. They take our snubs and insults,and flatter and fawn just the same only for a card in their halls, a half-hour passage through their drawing -roams, the honour and glory of a `name' to figure in a society journal as one of their guests. Faugh 1 it is sicken- ing 1" "But the society who eats and drinks and amuses itself at their expense is alone to blame," says Lauraine, calmly. "If people had sufficient dignity ,and self-re- spect to oppose such innovations, to keep these people at a distance, they could not force themselves in as they do." uess and grief. But I think it has done me good. I have forgiven him long ago. I shall never see him again to tell him so, I sup- pose ; perhaps he woul 1 not even care to hear it. But I am happier since I could pardon and pity bis weakness, only—my Bayard he could never be again !" T " And of her ? Do you know anything quaintances are at the Badischer Hof, and about her fate ?" asks Lauraine, forgetful her husband meets her at the station. Lady of her own sorrows in this new interest. Etwynde has returned to iii:gland. " I heardshe was dead. She was a vile, " You are not looking well," says Sir crus woman. oman He divorced her afterwards Francis. " And how thin you have be - It seems strange and painful to Lauraine to go back to the gaiety and brilliance of Baden after the quiet and rest of pretty, picturesque little Bingen. A 1aree party of her old friends and ac - but what was that to me ? What can any- come." t, ing tome now _that —his life ?"weather tries me so," she answers ; and then There comes a long silence. The thoughts they enter their carriage and drive to the of both are busy with sad memories. As hotel in the cool, sweet September twilight. Lauraine looks at Lady Etwynde's:face she j Lauraine forces herself to talk, to try and scally. Sees it is full of pain, but her eyes have a appear interested in the forthcoming race ; "If you mean do I know her one day and dreamy book, as the eyes of one who sees but the sense of strangeness produced by and cut her the next, do I go to her balls I �,es like the fragrance that wanders in fresh- ® f g !long absence and utter want of sympathy ness h i When d one h beth t concerns his name " I have not been very strong ; this hot not be so unwise again, rest assared. "What does she mean ?" says Lady Jean to herself, uncomfortably. And how strange she looked. Surely, surely, she cannot sus- pect ! " An hour afterwards she is strolling with Sir Francis through the grounds of the KursaaL "Mon cher," she says, with a little mocking laugh, " I do believe your wife is jealous. It is very amusing, but you had better be careful all the same. I object to be one in a chronique scandaleuse," " Lauraine jealous?" exclaims Sir Francis. "What put that idea in your head ?" MISSILES FROM THE HEAVENS. Billions of Them Fall, But Comparative- ly Few Bech the Earth, Only the other dayan account was given of a meteorite which fell near Beaver Creek,, Washington. It was reported as bursting with several sharp reports in quick succession, the first explosion being the loudest. The noise was heard twenty- five wentyfive miles away and was mistaken for thun- dere or a blast of dynamite. Following reports was a buzzing sound. Several fragments of the missile from the sky were picked up. " It is a mistake to supposthat meteorites burst, in the proper sense of the word," says a scientist. " But it often happens that they are broken to pieces on striking the atmosphere of the earth. This may seem surprising, but let me call your attention to an analogy. Strike the sur- face of water with your fist, and, though a fluid, the resistance it opposes to the blow seems almost as strong as if it were solid. Now, the meteorite is moving at a tre- mendous rate of speed. If small, it is set on fire in an instant by the friction of the air, and after glowing for a moment bright- ly, is consumed. " On any night this summer you will see ` shooting stars' now and then. They are meteorites, which, on coming into contact with the earth's atmosphere, are set afire. Thi; is not surprising, inasmuch as they approach the planet on which we live at a speed which often attains forty-four miles a second. By causing the destruction of meteorites the atmosphere serves as a pro- tection for people on the globe, who would otherwise be pelted by such missiles to a dangerous extent. It is estimated that not less than 10,000,000 of them, big enough to be visible to the naked eye, strike the earth every twenty-four hours. " By contact with thisplanet the meteor- ites are raised temperature reaches from 3,000,000 to 4,000,000 degrees —high enough to consume the hardest known substance almost instantly. Thus only those of large size reach the earth before being entirely burnt up. The greatest number of such bodies can be seen just before daybreak, because by that time we are on the front side of the globe as it moves through space. The elevation at which most of them are visiblehas been found to be between forty -five -and eighty miles, very few being seen at a greater height than 100 miles. " It is believed by most astronomers that some very large meteors have entered our atmosphere and have passed out into space agian, their great momentum being sufficient to take them away from the earth's attrac- tion. What these flying bodies are is a question that has been much disputed, but it is considered most likely that they are the debris of broken -up comets. In one recent instance the correctness of this theory has found striking proof. That was the case of the comet of Bide. It was dis- covered in 1827, and was again observed in 1832, 1845, and 1852. In 184-5 it had split into two parts, and in 1872 it failed to appear when and where it should have done. Evidently it had been smashed up, and prediction was made that there would be a great meteoric shower composed of the the remains of the lost comet. This predic- tion was fulfilled. - "Certain groups of meteors move in ellip- tical orbits around the sun. Occasionally, the earth passes through their clusters producing what are known as meteoric showers. S'ich showers occur annually from the 9th to the 12th of August, and there is a similar display in November once every thirty-three years. The stream of the. August meteors is estimated to be from 5,- 000,000 to 10,000,000 miles thick. The earth, though traveling with a velocity of 2,000,000 miles a day, is immersed in it for several days. " The fall of meteorites to the earth is sometimes accompanied by a great display of light, occasionally illuminating an area of many thousand -square miles. When such an event occurs at night, and by loud detonations,so great in some instances as to shake houses and frighten men and animals, the explosions are caused by the break- ing up of the meteor. Ordinarily you will 'find that sach meteoric bodies are- coated on the outside with a black substances, which is the effect merely of tnsion of the superficial material by great heat. A piece of Biela's comet was actually picked up in Mexico in 1872 at the time of the shower of its remains. . Naturally it is considered interesting. "Such great interest is taken in meteor- ites that all ot- those collectedhve been carefully catalogued. They are mostly composed of iron,with usually a percentage -- of nickel and cobalt, and sometimes copper and tin. It is customary to saw them into slices, which is a laborious process, for sale or exchange among museums. Some- times the slices are prettily polished, or the cut surfaces are etched with acid so as to expose the crystalline structure. Thin - structure is in no two such bodies exactly the same, and the differences are thought well worth studying. Attempts have been made•. to counterfeit meteorites, because they are so valuable, but without success." "She herself," answers Lady Jean. "She says for the future she will not be so neglect- ful of you. She is afraid she left you too much alone. Is not that charming news ? Does it not arouse very sweet emotions ? It ought to." Dont talk folly,Lady Jean," mutters Sir Francis, savagely. "You know, or ought to know, how much I care for Lauraine. A poor, weak, milk -and -water creature. Hea- vens ! how could I have ever fancied myself in love with her ?" " But you were, you know," says Lady Jean, calmly. " Only, like all men, you deny it when your fickle fancy changes. It is always the last who -is the only real love." " 1 know well enough who is my real love, last or first,"he says hoarsely ; and his eyes flash bold, ardent admiration at her, under the drooping foliage of the trees. " Hush !" she Whispers, rebukingly, and with a� w>teningegiance around. " You must not say such words in public 1" (item comereuee.) "But they are always so abominably rich," laughs Lady Jean. "That excuses so much, you see; and the^, they let Kis treat them pretty much as we please. It is a case of get all you want, give' what you like." "To me that always seems a very mean doctrine," says Lauraine, gravely. "Da you treat Mrs. Bradshaw Woollffe as an equal, then ?" asks Lady Jean, iron• - A Lasting Memorial- Up soars from the the ear h to ew int home ie n t sun, So let rre steal reniembered by what Ihaand ve done. My name and my place and my tomb all for- gotten. The brief space of time well and patiently run, So let me pass away. peacefully, silently, Only remembered by what I have done. Gladly away from this toil would Ihasten, Up to the crown that for me has been won, UOnllyuremembht of ere.•i by what I have doman in rewards or in ne. e Up and away, like the odours of sunset, That sweeten the twilight as evening comes on; So be my life—a thing felt but not noticed, And but remembered by what I have done. and be blind when we pass in the Row, I must say—no. She comes to my oese, was extremely in in Rome, and I never forgetkindness. to acknowledge, but I should be sorry to hurt her because oft at. notocon- sider ever affect her own dignity behaviour tothose whim is her inferiors.For my part consistent.If we receive suchpeople on their wealth,we takethem at • smile on them one minute sad insult them " You were always peculiar," says Lady the flowers that it came from are closea g go to hers. She t ly k d to me So would I be to gone, world's weary dwellers &lowly. " A woman who loves must forget itself felt again dna again. She Only remembered by what I done. herself in that love, and I, I thought too when she finds herself alone in her own very y g I need not be missed, if my life; has been bear - much of my wounded pride, my lost ideal. room. But with Lady letwynde's words is not lad lik , I k 1 d e Btt I have never held a thought of love for ringing in her ears, with her new resolve ing . any other man. The lips - that he kissed firm and close to her heart, she will not feelings h I d (As itssummerand autumn move silently were his first, they Will be his for ever. I listen to whispers of distaste and discontent. aider a lady The bloom, and the fruit, and the seed of its have never forgotten ; and now I am thirty She enters more into the business of her b her h society season ; coon I like to I shall still be remembered by what I have years old, and my parents, as you know, toilette than she has done since her child's y done. are dead, and I live alone, and am looked death. She astonishes her maid by her crit- be p 1 ace tuitt of t k Needs there the praise of love w ritt en record upon ass marvel --of eccentricity; and have icalobjec*ions. W hen she descendsshe looks their own valuation. We have no right to The name and the epitaph graved on the my school of apostles and fool them to the like the Lauraine of old. Her cheeks are stone . top of their bent. Sometimes life seems a flushed with excitement, her eyes burn with The things we have'lived for, let them be our 'horrible travesty of all that is dignified and feverish brilliancy. Her soft, snowy robes the next." me sweet vision afar off. " I was wrong, I suppose, ' she says, with each other's tastes and pursuits is makes pure, and sometimes a jest that one laughs seem at and forgets. But no one knows me es I young, more pathetic. The first person to Jean, with Borne asperity. "I suppose that . really'am, save you, Lauraine. -To ..most greet her is the Lady Jean—Lady Jean . comes of high principles and poetic fancies. people I suppose I hardly seem a woman. handsomer, if a little louder and stouter f I always go where I Gari be amused, myself. Bat my true self and my lost love live a 'ife than ever, - arrayed in a wonderful Louis It is the best thing to do after all." an'rt, a life of •l ream4,sad hut yetbeautiful. Quatorze costume, with . glittering steel " To amuse oneself ?" questions Lauraine. A life that feeds itself on memories, memor- button and ornaments. Consistent with "And afterwards ?" ies that are recalled by the colours of every her new role, Lauraine greets her very changing sky, the scentsof leaf ard flower cordially, and even smiles with less repu,� ph, after that—the deluge," laughs g LadyJean, pushing aside her plate and that touch one like a sound of. music., Ah-! nonce on Jo, who is one of her special shaking out the countless lace ruffles and those nights, those mornings, those scenes detestations, and who looks even uglier, frills of her cambric morning gown. "I that are the same, yet not the same, how and more Jewish than of yore. could-- not take _bre au grand sown. ; iI they make one's whole soul sick with long They are a very brilliant party assembled would kill me. Oh, I know what you ing, and mad with -regret 1" here, and the theme on ever • tongue is the would say. Excitement is frivolous, use- " " And you have borne all this so long ?" coming race, and . the "wonderful English less,wearing to our nerves, destructive rays Lauraine, wonderingly..racer owned by Sir Francis. Lauraine to health and beauty. Perhaps so. But Yes,"she_ answers ; it seems long, wonders a little. to find the women appar you are blessed with a serene temperament; as the men—at the fluency with which does isnot ? And I have not pined away ently as conversant with racecourse slang am not. I like to live, to enjoy, to be in much: I don't look like a love-lorn maiden, one whirl from morning till night. •I don't do P? T. have not gone into a decline, or Lady Jean discourses running on training," and care about long lite, peace, tranquility. hedging, „ No, I want all I call, ¢ohile I can." fallen away to shadow, or grown grey "liars condition. It seems so long since with sorrow, or done anythinc I ought to she was with women of this sort, women Lauraine looks at, her curiously. She have done according to romancers. suspects, that who ape the "lords of creation" in manners, knows very little of Lady Jean—only just pose no one I know ever p dress, and morals, that she feels bewildered so much as one woman - in society .does cher hada memory stil .much less that I pursues the same cherish its memory stilt" and out of place amidst them alh know of another who moves in the same set, " Your nature must be a very constant' When dinner is over they saunter out to dances at the same balls, the Kursaal. The band is playing, the routine of enjoyments. But she knows she vne," says Lsuraine, bitterly. ,`'You make salons are crowded. The lights sparkle i9 me ashamed of myself. No wonder Keith reproaches pie with unfaithfulness, t amid the trees, and fall on fair faces and a I think fidelity is an 'established in- lovely toilettes, on sovereigns of the demi- stinct," says Lady Etwynde. "It is very monde, supreme and defiant ; on other much an accident of our own natures. To soverigns and celebrities, quiet,' unobtrusive me, it seems an utter impossibility to even undistinguished. They mingle with the think of - caring for another man. Cyril crowd. Lady Jean, Sir Francis, and Laur• CxrlisIe eves my first lover ; I•gave him all sine are walking on a little in advance of .., that .wan in me to give. It was all my life showers of silver spray, the white gleam-thers. A fountain is f to tae. suppose—to ` him—it. was but f. • a statue shines through the foliage ; on the other experier:ce." -- �� { chairs beneath the trees two people are "Yours is a grand nature, says Lauraine, a man and a woman. lou ing won , 1 L d We ourselves but remembered by what we �ake her beauty more fair, more have done - I need not be missed if another succeed me, To reap down the fields which in spring I have sown ; He who ploughed and sowed is no, missed by the reaper He is only remembered by what he has done. Not myself, but the truth that in life I have spoken. Not myself. but the seed that in life I have sown, Shall pass on to ages—all about me forgotten. Save the truth I have spoken, the truth I have done. • So let my living be -so be rey dying ; So let my name lie unblazoned, unknown, Unpraised and unmissed, I shall still be re- membered— Yes, remembered by what I have d popular[Horat and admired, ori good terms with the world at large, andan immense favour- � guardsboatmen order as to lie doers at fu:>C� ate with men.approach th "You don't agree with . me, of course?" length in the boats, as weachatter e pursues Lady Jean, sipping her claret, and . cliff, and amidst the busy, g "f I amusedly at aims and grave face. ambitions upe on onothe rocks,rried the orders soundfronn the men of splashing I suppose .you haveP e and `views' like your friend Lady Etwynde? she ' unfortunate occupant of squeal intomwhich What a curious thing, by the -way, should be a friend of _yours, or, -indeed, bf ' a bu throw h aosof water has feet anybody's except a peacock. She mustg dreadfully uninteresting!" I high, and find ourselves in a fairy grotto. "I think her charming," answers Laur- y Itis noon, the best hat � erfor the wonder - and eine., "She is one of the few good, trust -Ifni effect of light, re - women it has been my lot to meet." j fraction of the rays of the ut un is something Lady Jean feels a Cttle uncomfortable. ;marvelous. It is a blue in ling with sliver, k' deringly at the calm noble face. eitting— " You shame me for myself. If I had but , - The light falls on her face: "it is very � ranch to art. •He>r�hair loveiy,though owing kept true n nen er ud Y " ' i is of too vivid a gold to be quite Dalmatia the "One can never �ndg�e is of angther s case . grey . eyes are- swept by lashes by one's own," answers 'Lady Etwynde, great shades Bayes n their trby 1 hues , No doubt you were tired, hurried foto it. manyShe is talking and laughing loudly. The man xnow, oh I. 'i know. You are not the . one. Bonar. Blue Grotto of Capri. As we approach the cliffs of Capri below Naples, we notice a tiny opening against which the spray is dashing --for there is quite a sea ruuning and there is a stiff sea breeze—and upon shelves in the rock several men are gathered who seem to he Archaeologists report many valuable finds in Kansas. In addition to the ancient fort excavated from the . solid -rock, there leas been discovered another and larger fort, built somewhat in the mannerol the work ascribed to the mound builders Numerous mounds of supposed "great antiquity leave also been discovered. Mae—" That Miss Jumper is dreadfully masculine in all her ways." " What does - - she do?" Mae--" Oh, I've seen her get off - the car before it stopped • without . falling." It won't be..leng until the coal dealer's= - u B or shee would feel th colour mounting as she shades, an unreal illogical blending -off colors onetime more him lying m weight for them meets Lauraine's calm, frank gaze. ( that must be seen to be appre She has long passed the stage of blushing, describe,a gorgeo _- eta - AGR MULTI Ido Other Itduatry tf Ontario 1?akibit Adr F. Howard Anne Jackson Park, writ Agriculture in al abo re every other bian Exposition. farm and life on th charms of health al ture can help being here and sees what the oldest and rnos the human race. AGHICCL! the great building 1 ment of the Fair,is' Lalace of lioeral but yields the pain city of white pal with appropriate s lugs. These artist sive beauty and w to nature. At nigh tric search lights tures building, ac (as the big lagoon - the main building these works of - revealed in eve Gauden's golden poised above the the transcendent masterpiece is nes The magnificen at the Grand Paci tendered W. I. 1? THE WOE: by the exhibitors different departm tare, forestry an evidence of the h upon the most ho farming. The part of the exp - dignitary of the e ored by the men f in their capacitie hers of commissic the exposition au inevitably arrive and enquirer is 1 agriculture is col dinary ability ar at the head of a tion that to Chien the credit of the been attained. It is well to r already won by contest have bee pertinent unde whole-souled ge tories Ontarians the live stock s1; September and cause Chief B bound to see a f tween competit was the play -da work which has at the Fair of at tor from all L wit and wisdor and the farmer and gold dining number of over and parlors of time in social c that time the s man Henry W. BRITISH SL'PERI' the great dinin the mandoline guests Marche banquet was on saw as he took: tables extendin forming the let' the head table - and ferns studs France roses ar afterwards pre Tables trim were dra avintia were at smaller as .the' mass, there wer with Japanese tnberofes, glad• can beauty, ar Above was aI shaped figures' the entrance to of smilax and f At each plate In the upper le a velvet bow it _bearing the in first page was cultural Buildi •;R'ollawing this suggested the soul when the whole handson a silken cord. of such iuteres er I thought card with Mr. I secured, out Dryden, Minist for so far, the Canada has we the wisdom of assisting by all and developn the premier pr never felt mo than when Mr. sible to atten Ontario at - recogniation Buchanan's w Dominion was• fellow, superi Canada, R. S. part of the pre eulogistic of From his nap sure he must that well -knee nomen he be Ohio. One a of Gyrus H. . spirit of the oc was that of th The regiete cultural exhib for opinions f recent opinion Ontario's ex S. Murray an( Two famou Ontario exbibi ed,—Miss 0. w