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■tdiifwre£ <iio«ir those statements of supply and
Aszr.aiid SjXt&% rose to the height of the edifice,
'till they ■teppet it by that memorable sentence
<eBfaed^iag ntrobligations to posterity—ernbo-
■deiagitb* qrjkn.*q>le that one generation must
■ jestifted-oEiCke soundness of the last: “We—
C ac ocot tneeac the Government, I mean the
CZooee—(ji»ee«r».*.y from active life, and let those
to-1jc oatne tsflsrcts have reason to see that in the
(oro-fiei we incase foe our own wants we have also
tehee •so«ire*b*»ght for them, and they will find
;oo ground•*« cugeet or to condemn.”
/. ollv.-ifc. eoesti-ed those faces that were on the
cmvoiateriai'bai-rbes, in the body of the House,
xb '>he< ? pooairj/oa side, below the gangway, and
obet z. tros*tfouuiatton came over them : he
^oeeiaed 'te-eoe -another assembly, more than one
n .ui'jt-wcooeRsivra. He heard the impetnous
'.■)3Des o. tbe-ifer Pitt telling Walpole “that he
woclcloot-ait unooncerned while his liberty was
tlnvtded.” \i e teard Burke asking for peace in
.be . mericac vi-fonies, “simple peace, sought
i: c ts<aetaor.i os«cseand in its ordinary haunts.”
C£c jtmnl 3£c. Canning on the slave trade say
• *ia i .0; Arfaxstlifts were stained with blood, its
wii tie cj istoost Bad been a series of rapacity,
• r i!:*;' anduincder.” He listened to Sheridan’s
.’£j-^rt!^c t-gaie-i Indian mismanagement, that
idIk- 1 retires **sn? driven to despair, by “that
•pevracipJe ssffidik makes it base for a man to
er vrii je Ce>e ought to act, which, tending to
species the original designations
•if Uto-tI derstc-e. spurns at the arrogant distinc-
liaac •&: ui-at, .uad vindicates the independent
, Wfctity -of ink race!” He saw Fox rise before
Auci be-Kc*'Hassell and Palmerston, and just
• at isotne -kindly face nodded to him, dispelling
.lr-c tlreem, »M*cry called him.
"ILet’-s j»s, Itsai. beastly tired—it is so late.”
2 tL’ vitc -ohotk himself out of his reverie, cast
t-^or'the .usvecaUy one more look, and left with
t A-t .inapceassai that England was great, but that
El catighA i os 4tvs4t<ec still.
2.ftscr-t,h<t /Jidget night there went home the
auAjcsEmaa'.-of a great intellect—the Chancellor
• aCfihe I. xc-hej uer. That earnest face was wear}’,
Jo-, cair tjattgaod. The herculean labor some
y; Yh-seetniaK through has to outweigh in
-ivjtev* vast number of members, who smoke
OBii. difaii;. faange and chatter and follow some
leedest -sc S3are behest of their constituency
atvrwly .vFite that one brain, that has after all
O’Tu trjs .basin, s strength, but one brain’s endu-
aaaoa, iettfultifctng, calculating and laboring for
thorn, sad as to outwork all those others that do
vaos^ght Whit is the balance? The very vigor
nzmrt ,gr^€ wuty in such an unceasing round,
iajd lOscEwefad no more even balance?—no
!a■ore -3tncl adjustment of mental as well as
• of.iiy labcr • Should all our great University
jfi: es «be€ac the cultuie of the ancients, and
tfcb:y cwf. rather to produce year npon year
’. Sreuk orasyof strong legislators, coming for-
*wrE oaMlly to the strife and battle of the race,
vs2-9t«f>£ <*f passing away on the bickerings of
rxninetl yvkAological and classical questions?
tlid Eemoadrenes study hieroglyphics? Did
CJv sar •€£& oaw astrology? Did Cato decipher
lbs AnsoryKtons on the caves of Hindostan ?
lTh«7 Uwed«ad acted for their own existent hu-
uxaarty, oaret firebending its principles, whatever
Chose wsoa Bat comprehending them for the
iiace «of balding aloft their own social flag.
/TO BE CONTINUED.)
Nemesis that sooner or later strikes all wrong
doers down will reach you. If you write to
Mine Lebreyte I will contradict your statements.
You have long since lost reputation for probity;
yon shall let her alone now and hereafter. Let
her climb to the top of life's Alps or fail. She is
passing out ot our lives, and I wish her a hearty
God speed."
“Well, I do not,” he says with an oath, “I
hope she will fail; I hope that ruin and disgrace
will overtake her; I hope that disease will destroy
her splendid beauty, blindness put out the rad
iance of her eyes; I wish her all sorts and kinds
of bad luck.” He smilc-s sarcastically. “And
as the devil is always good to his own, he will
grant my prayers, and when your pet is what I
want her to be—mire for all men to trample and
spit upon, you will wish that you had left her ! compliment; she bad looked insolent; she had
brute and sLould be treated accordingly. You
will dress now as you cau.”
She flings her aside, dashes the silver and
pearl brush on the table, scattering jewels helter
ske'ter, and flooding the floor with cologne, and
walks out of the room. She hears how the
furious woman rings her bell. The Lady Star
is coming up the stairs and says, smilingly:
“I am afraid Lady Mar is agitated,” and stops,
for the person spoken of puts in an appearance,
quite convulsed into rage and voluble of speech.
Daisy stands still with arms folded, and regards
her steadily.
From her relation Daisy’s conduct had been
unparaleled in impertinence: she had entered
the room as if she was the Princess Alice or
Louise; she had made her offer of assistance a
in the kitchens, where she would have been at
least safe.” He laughs at her white, shocked
face and goes away singing a bacchanalian song.
She wrings for Stratton and falls into her
arms, crying and sobbing, and Stratton weeps
not spoken with becouitug servility.
“ Did I understand you to say you struck- her ?”
the Lady Star interrupts, “ struck her ! I thought
the tashion had gone out with Queeu B a ss. If
you did, you richly deserved the whipping you
beneath, with the silver horn of the moon rising,
it seemed, from the bosom of the blue waters,
and the lights of a distant seaport, shining out
over the glassy snrface, disclosing to view a mass
of black-hulled vessels, trim-built schooners and
white-sailed sloops. The man stood just where
the light from the crescent moon, coming up
slowly from the sea, fell upon his face; the wo
man stood farther back, just within the shadow
of the myrtle bushes, which grew not more than
twenty paces from the water’s edge. It was no
sweet, stolen interview; no clandestine meeting
of fond hearts; the man’s face had anything but
the appearance of a lover’s. It gleamed with
deathly pallor, the deep-set, passion-lit eyes
showing with startling distinctness against the
white, stony face. The woman was much older,
fair and stately, with tannv hair and soft, hon
est, gray eyes, which, just now, were misty with
unshed tears, as she turned and placed her
hand upon the man's shoulder. There was
a pity in her eyes, sympathy in her voice, as
she bent her stately head nearer, and said in
for sympathy. It is a mystery to the latter why did not get, and her forbearance reflects infin- | soothing tones:
'OUT OF THE MIRE.
A PEARL.
Author of “First Fruit.
~ 7
CHAPTER VII.
covers the earth, emeralds are out of
Esse end pearls reign in nature’s domains. The
weskfi inure dawned and died, rosily to the Lady
"Ste:: miserably as usaal to Ladv Manley, and
, (Wtfclly to Daisy. Her emancipation is near at
JwciA; it is but a week to Christmas. Her face
vsivx'C longer morose, and she goes about singing
-ai.&tehes yf songs, and the sky has taken a new
eauty. The snow that covers turrets and
towers is whiter and lovelier than last winter's
•5’ESWS.
She is looking out upon the world now,
through the glad eyes of youth, and there is bnt
a hair's width between her and achievement;
while, many of us go quite that near and miss
it. In her baptism of happiness all things,
animate and inanimate, are gathered metaphor
ically to her heart; over her fast beating pulses
Lies a letter of scarce a dozen lines—the open se
same to & higher life—the letter accepting her
services, £n answer to the Lady Stars’s enquiry
and recommendation.
W e all real ember our first love letter—how the
igq h aad superlatives that maturer years recall
wctii amusement suit the hot blood rushing
Through every vein. We are loved and we love,
4hat ~s ail we realize. It may be, and generally
is, as ephemeral as a polyp; what of that, its
probable duration gives us not one thought.
This letter was all this and more to the world-
embittered ambitious girl; servitude was over;
her place was already filled by a stylish Austrian,
whom Lady Manley considered a fair substitute.
Jane and Bill, by a promise of half her liberal
salary, condescended to be a
the good die young. Here is a man distinguish
ed for his scholarly attainments and perfect
' walk; he steps upon a tack and dies. His next
door neighbor, whose life is so trifling that its
mean weight cannot be ascertained by any scalt-s
j known to man, runs a nail clean through his
| foot, and it hurts him not at all, and base men
like Lord Manley live on without an ache, though
abusing every one of nature’s imperative laws.
She has lost sight of the fact that man has a
certain course to run, and no matter how we
may suffer from the affliction and the infliction
of his existence, we must content ourselves till
I the limit of his days are reached, unless, indeed
| he break the ci\il law, and the strong, right
hand of justice rids the world of the noxious
weed that made the green ways dangerous.
“Perhaps you will have more peace, dear,”
she says caressingly, “ when Daisy is gone; per
haps her presence keeps the wild beast furious,
that would else sleep half his time. It must be
terrible to be compelled to live face to face
with one whom we have cruelly wronged—it
would drive me mad, I think.”
Lady Manley lilts her head.
“ Lately, Stratton, a horrible suspicion has
entered my mind in regard to Daisy’s parent
age. Star led my thoughts into that channel,
but I do not want to believe it; Guy is wicked
enough and depraved enough in all conscience,
bnt 1 do not think he would ever sink that low.”
“ I am afraid it is true,” Stratton says, dreari
ly. “From the time we came here, yon a bride
and Daisy a child but six months old, he has
loathed her; I have seen him spurn her with his
foot, when she was a little crawling baby, and
so exquisite that the haughtiest woman would
have been won by the little face like a flower.
My Lady, my dear mistress, it is time now to
understand the whole truth, and to restore her
to her parents.”
“It must stand as it is, Stratton; you are in
sane; do you want it circulated over the length
and breadth of the realm, to double and treble
the sale of the Times, as it comes out with a
double-leaded column of a startling scandal in
high life? Would you drag down into the
dust a house that has borne an unsullied name
since the days of the Lion Heart? It is too late
now. Some wrongs are never righted this side
of Paradise; I will not right this one, because
to do it I must walk through disgrace and pos
sibly blood.”
“If I had a child,” S:ratton says sternly, “and
I was a widow, and that child was the only re
lative I had on earth, and he was vile enough to
plan and carry out such a revenge, I would hand
him over to justice; but the law in its wisdom
makes no provision for a crime like this. The
wn_and_abont to. stej^out into the scar-
walk through without falling from^grace. She
is high strung, but a romantic visionary, and
will come to grief. My Lady, if she falls, at
whose door will lie the sin ? ’
“Stratton, don't be so absurd,” Lady Manley
retorts, “suspicion is not confirmation, and the
resemblance may go for nothing, we are not sure
of all this, and simple charity would suggest
that we held him innocent till proved to be
guilty. A proud woman always takes care of
herself; it is your shallow, vain butterflies that
are duped and wronged. I have no apprehen
sion about her, and besides Duprez accompanies
her and in all probabilities will marry her before
long. Let us leave the God ( rdained Nemesis
to regulate these things, and, Stratton, don’t
mention the subject to me again.”
Guests are arriving hourly; it is now five days
t > Christmas, and the house is crowded. Paul
Duprez has gone to the estate in Ireland, and
will not return till New Year. There is some
lack of connection somewhere on the road, and
many of the ladies are without maids other than
those the house affords, who are quite unfamil
iar with the mysteries of the toilette. Lady
Manley calls Daisy and says:
“Asa favor assist Lady Mar till her maid ar
rives; she is the oldest lady in the house and
quite infirm. Her maid wi'll probably be here
in the course of an hour or two.”
Daisy obligingly consents and taps at her
ladyship’s door. A small woman opens it, with
a sharp, evil faoe, and a wealth of white hair.
Perhaps she prefers peace to war, bnt if so, na
ture has cruelly slandered her, for the virago is
visible in every feature of her face. She is of
mean presence, with the large ears and large
bones, and large hands, and feet of coarse blood.
“It is Lady Manley’s desire that I should
ite credit upon her.”
“Indeed!” sarcastically, “I have heard of
your red republicanism, and am not astonished,
but there is a gulf as wide and deep as death
between the royal and the base. You may write
and strive to mafe£ all men free and equal, but
there will always be enough blue blood in the
world to make tjbe human cattle keep their
place. ” r
She bows mockingly and returns to her room.
The Lady Star turns with troubled eyes to her
companion.
“I would give much to undo the last 1 our’s
work. Christine is too thoughless, that woman’s
savage nature is now a proverb; you. of all
others should not have been allowed to enter her
Believe me, Laurence, I am very sorry for
you. I would help you, did it lie within my
power; but you know as well as I do just how
willful and coquettish Jessie is.”
“Yes, only too well,” he answered, under his
breath.
“But perhaps, after all, she does love you,
in spite of her coquetry—may yet be brought
to tell you so. Have you told her of your love
again?"
“Not more than an hour ago.”
“ And the result ?”
“Only what might have bten expected. I
was laughed at for my folly. My God !” he
broke off, in quick, passionate tones, “ I cannot
stand this any longer ! It is too much to bear.
presence, l'our very looks would be an outrage, j My love for her is too true and deep to brook
your refined speech goad her to lury. Daisy, J such trifling. Would to heaven I could conquer
j - , - . .. little gracious. . -- — — —j —*«**»^ t7 o uoouo lu«i a suouia
L ady Manley had faintly expressed her pleasure, assist you till your maid arrives,” Daisy says
acdTh«>e was not a cloud in her sky. Think of ; with an involuntary recoil from the woman who
wbet-sbe cad been, of uer bitter fight with ad- would be a harridan in cheap clothes. For a
«rse ffireamstances and her Herculean will, i moment the small, ferret-brown eyes return her
and The w:ld triumph the soul experienced in col J regard, aDd she fancies she sees exultation
accomp-Khing its object. If we fight hard for l in their shallows, fiendish triumph and fiendish
lie r.mmond in the joust of hie, and win it, the hate, which the wide mouth catches up and
;.icmcnd has a lustre it has not for him who but repeats in asardonic smile. She takes from her
reaches up his hand and takes it. pocket a bnnch of keys and throws them ac oss
Jror once she was satisUed and happy. It is the floor. Daisy colors but maintains her dign
.ven something to have been happy tor one year ity, lifts them and waits her command. °
it is too bad.
Daisy lifts her eyes quite haggard now and
lustreless.
“I think God gives too much power to man
when he gives the power to make our fellow
creatures utterly miserable. She has dashed
all the sunlight out of my heart; standing
here I am impressed that I will never go to Brus
sels—every moment it grows to be a conviction
that unless I leave this house to-night, I shall
not go at all.”
“Genius pays a fatal price for its dowry,”
Lady Star exclaims, “one moment up on the
mountain top with a mantle of sun beams; the
next, groping blindly in a bitter, starless, frozen
December midnuht. So you vibrate, Daisy;
only the superstitious and the people of feeble
wit notice dreams and presentiments. What
possible connection can this misunderstanding
with Lsdy Mar have with your hegira to the
continent? How could she prevent it? You
mast not lose heart so. Inside of a week—a
little, short week that will soon slip by—you
will cross the straits, so cheer up, ma chere
amie."
Daisy’s face whitens and chills.
“How many men go within one figure of the
number in the lottery that draws the great
prize. I feel that the shadow of impending
evil is around me. I have always thought that
if any great evil was to fall upon me that I would
be warned of it. I am warned now; I shall never
go to Brussels.”
She shivers like one in an ague, and her sight
is blurred with tears. The Lady Star feels strong
indignation; it is her creed that the people who
persist in making others unhappy or find a
malicious pleasure in giving pain, should be
placed in strait-jackets and kept in asylums. In
her code, no one is privileged to offend another,
and she toleratesnot at all women or men of
unpleasant dAig|^l»^as. >an(l makes no allow-
Lady Manley is ctl ~good behavior, and her
friend's weak points pass unnoticed. If she
could have her way, she would gracefully ex
pedite Lady Mar’s departure in an hour, bnt
she has not the power, aud Lady Mar and Lord
Manley are sworn allies and friends, and she
comes by special invitation from the lord of the
castle, and is not a guest to be humbled.
“There is many a Nero whom history does
not chronicle,” she says sadly, “sometimes I
feel that it was not worth Christ’s while to have
died for us, or that God should have made us
with human nature^ and made that nature so j
low; but I must think you are nervons, hyster
ical, and that this is the prostration that sue- [
ceeds mental strain. You have studied so hard
and have lost so much sleep, and have lived in
a state of excitement for months. The fatigue
after excitement is very hard to endure. I have
often been so exhausted that I was afraid to go
to sleep, fearing I would never wake. Go to
your room, and lie down, and think no more of
this. ”
She goes away- dejectedly. The Lady Star
looks after her and mutters:
“Christine has no judgment; she ought to
have known better. They say poets have the
gift ofsecond sight; what if her presentiments
should be verified ? She Las infected me with
her superstition. I’ll look in about midnight,
and if she has not overcome the impression of
disaster, I'll send her over to Lady Horton’s
till she is ready to start.”
Lady Horton lived in an old Elizabethean
Abbey, some three miles distant, and was dis
tinguished as a humanitarian whose highest
ambition was to aleviate pain and care, with a
face like a sunbeam, and still in her early spring
time, the time of end and blossom, but not of
flower.
(T3 BE CONTINUED.)
it, but it is impossible as long as I remain near
her. I shall accept the position which was
offered me on board the flag-ship Defiance,
which sails in five days for a long cruise in Afri
can waters. I will go toC at once—this very
night—and inform the officers of my acceptance.
Whether I get my head chopped off by the hos
tile savages, or fall a victim to malaria, or find a
grave in the ocean, matters little. Life is worth
less without her 1”
The reckless look on tne man’s face, the des
perate light that gleamed within his eyes, fright
ened her.
“Lawrence ! Lawrence 1” cried Marion Darn-
ley, “do not talk so; it is wrong ! Do not give
way to such despondency. Perhaps Jessie was
not in earnest. Perhaps she is only waiting to
lot of woman to win; you have trampled upon
one of the noblest hearts man ever offered
woman. I did think it was only willfulness—
that you did love Laurence, and was only wait
ing, with woman’s coquetry, to be won again.
Now I know you were only trifling, only playing
with the honest heart that is filled with such
true devotion for you. May you never feel the
terrible pain your coquetry has inflicted upon a
heart as tender as it is manly. Lawrence Carew
sails in five days for a long cruise in African
waters. Y'ou have driven him from you for
ever !”
She withdrew her hand and went slowly up
the stairs. She did not turn her stately head
once to look back. It she only had ! She would
have seen in the now pale and drawn face, the
glittering eyes, that which would have told her
the truth.
She partly guessed it, however, next morning,
when, hastily summoned by Jessie's maid, she
hurried to the girl's room and found her. still
dressed as at the ball, lying across her bed, the
white satin crushed, tile flowers faded and her
eyes wild with the fever that throbbed in her
temples.
By noon she was delirious—brain fever, the
physician said—and Marion felt all resentment
melt from her heart as the girl caught her hand
aDd cried imploringly:
“Tell him to come back. Oh, how cruel!
Come back and forgive me, Lawrence! Law
rence 1”
Then Marion bethought herself that the pres
ence of the young officer might be a more potent
panacea than the physician’s potions. “No
need to sendforhim, though,’’she thought. “I
will recall him in the romantic way he pre
ferred. Doubtless, he is even now straining his
eyes to catch a glimpse of that white message of
recall that should beckon to him from the cliff.”
Taking a white scarf from her shoulders, she
was preparing to go out and fasten it upon the
spot Lawrence designated, when a message came
calling her to Jessie’s bedside. She called a
servant, and giving him the scarf, directed him
where to fasten, enjoining upon him to do it
securely. She did not reflect that there was an
other rocky point, easier of access, less high and
isolated and differently situated—so situated,
indeed, that it was not visible from the point
where Lawrence would sit, glass in hand, wait
ing for the hoped-for token. But so it was that
the stupid brains and indolent nature of the
servant indneed him to fasten the scarf upon the
nearer and more readily-reached cliff, where it
waved unseen; while he returned and reported
to his mistress that he had done as she desired,
and his statement was corroborated by a fellow-
in-eevenly. From the philosopher’s stand point,
-t takes Tittle to make people happy, but much
to ieep them so, it being human nature to tire.
L dejected life veteran will be kept happy for
hours by the jokes of a circus clown; a flower; a
gem, a book, a favorable criticism, for we are all
hot little children who have grown tall, and if
The miserable occupants of this earth could he
made happy, sin would return to its master, and
the gutters would be sweet with human flowers.
•' ho is happy is sinless—the happy heart envies
■not, hates not, fears not, blames not; jubilates
vill create angels; misereres, demons or madmen. „„„
Paul's heavy heart grew light; among foreign There is a great
■strangers she could turn insensibly to him for : is surging hot th
rompaaiooship. She had yet to learn how ex-
“ You will find all I need for my toilette in
that cedar chest, Lady Mar remarks, the evil
smile still lingering about her pale lips, “I don’t
like strangers to handle my valuables. I sup
pose you are honest; I will hold Lady Manley
responsible, in case you are not, for I do not
like your looks. No menial in my house should
wear ringlets. Don’t stare at me so, girl, you
are insolent; make haste, and you will be free to
lie in wait tor some duke, earl, or younger son,
as all of your look and class do.”
She is before the dressing table, and Daisy
stands at the back of her chair, brush in hand,
""lere is a great war in her ears, and her blood
surging hot through her veins rills of lire that
sicken as they pass to the heart. The noble
Come Back, Sweetheart
BY ANNIE MAI’.IA BABNES.
Runnymede, the suburban residence of the
Hon. Richard Darnley, M. C., was ablaze with
lights on the occasion of the birth-night ball A ^^ lal
given to Miss Jessica Darnley, the Hon. Richard’s ance was very sudden and mvsrerious^
younger sister, who moved with bewitching *■"- -
be wooed again. You do not understand fern- | servant who had accompanied him.
inine nature enough to know that some women
cannot bear to be easily won. It may be so with
Jessie. Next time you may be more successful."
“Never!’ he muttered between his half-shut
teeth. “I will never give her another opportu
nity to humiliate me.”
“ Then, Lawrence, let me plead for you. Per
haps a woman can reach a woman’s heart better
than a man can. You will remain in C live
days before leaving. If within that time I have
brought Jessie to acknowledge her love for you, a
message from me shall reach you.”
“ God bless you, Marion, ’• he murmured as he
stooped and pressed her hand reverently to his
lips. “ God forever bless you. If all women
were as kind and true as you, what might not
men do and dare for their sakes?”
There was a moment of silence. Her eyes
went far out over the purple depths of the dark
sea; his were fixed upon a steep, gray ledge of
rock that rose straight up from the water’s edge
many feet above them.
“Alarion,” he said, as his eyes came slowly
back to her face again, “ You need not send me
U mesongrr. isv ytfu see turn irage or ruCK you-
der, that rises perpendicularly from the surface
of the sea ? It is of easy access from the gar
den. There is a way in which you can send me
a message quicker than foot or errand-boy can
bring it. That ledge of rock is plainly visible
trom the city—still more plainly visible from
the decks of any of the vessels within the har
bor. Then, too, love is Argus-eyed, vou know.
Take your handkerchief, or your scarf, and fas
ten it to one of those tall reeds that grow yon
der; then place it upon the topmost shelf of the
rock. This will tell me that you have succeeded,
will contain the magic word, ‘Come!’ and
tnough three miles away, yet love’s eyes will be
doubly keen, and I shall catch the first flutter of
the white messenger. And now I will return to
the house with you, and then I must leave you.”
“No, no, Lawrence, not now,” she remonstra
ted, as they moved slowly away from the beach
up through the lovely, winding walks of the
garden, where groups of gay promenaders were
sauntering. “You must not think of leaving
now. Y’ou will be missed. Y’arious surmises
will be raised as to the cause of your absence.
You must stay until the ball is over.”
“But I cannot,” he said with compressed lips.
“ The eight of her is too much. I might lose
my self-control. Make any excuse for me that
you please. And now good-bye, and once more
God bless you and yours, my true friend. No
matter what happens, I shall always be grateful
for your kindness.”
“ What has become of Lieutenant Carew ?”
was asked of Mrs. Darnley by the fair ones on
every side as she returned to the parlors. Lau
rence Carew, a handsome, rising young officer
in the marine service, was too great a favorite
not to be missed.
To their questions Marion answered: “He
has been unexpectedly called away, and begged
that I would make all necessary excuses for
him.”
“But not until the last footstep had died
along the corridors, and the light had been put
out, did Jessie herself ask the question. She
stood tor a moment beside her sister-in-law in
the lower hall, as both were on their way to their
chambers.
“Marion,” she said, “what became of your
gallant Lieutenant ? I declare his disappear-
grace among the guests, looking even younger
than her eighteen years. Slight, fair," with a
gleam of gold in her luxuriant curls, and a sea-
shell tint in either cheek, Miss Jessica was a
fascinating little maiden, and she knew it.
Women petted her, men flattered and courted
her, till out of it all there had grown this sad re-
‘ He is gone,” Marion said slowly as she
: stopped, her hand npon the balustrade, in the tranquil waters.
So the hours went by, and brought not the
result Marion longed for. She had whispered
soothing words of hope to her lovely patient in
her lucid intervals. “ He will come, darling: he
will soon be here,” she said when the blue eyes
sought hers with a gleam of intelligence; and
then, until delirium again supervened, the eyes
were turned to the door—eagerly, anxiously.
Still ne did not come; and now the last day of
grace was drawing to a close, and Marion, heart
sick with listening to the refrain, “Come back,
come back 1 oh, Lawrence, don’t leave me for
ever !” went down to the seashore, stood where
she had talked with Lawrence the night of the
ball, and looked over at the tall ledge of rock
looming up through the evening mists. To her
amazement, she saw do fluttering white token,
aud back she flew to the house, confronted the
servant to whom she had entrusted the planting
of the signal, and learped the stupid blunder
that had been committed. To dispatch a note
to Lawrence bv a messenger on her fleetest
horse was Marion’s immediate step, while she
bitterly reproached herself for having entrusted
anvftbvr wb*t obo oLoul/i iiaVG dODG LlGTrfC*lf.
She waited in anxious suspense. Two hours
dragged slowly by, and then she heard the
sound of galloping horse-hoots in the avenue.
A moment after, she had met the messenger.
“Well?” she queried, looking at him with
impatient eyes.
“Mr. Burke, the gentleman at the hotel, said
as how I was to tell you that the Defiance was
ordered off one day earlier than expected. She
sailed outern the port this morning. Mr. Law
rence Carew went on her.”
A low groan broke from Marion’s lips as she
turned and went slowly back to the house.
The woods were brown and golden with Oc
tober when Jessie rose from her bed. But it
was not the Jessie of old. She was so proud,
she tried to hide her heart’s pain, but Marion
read it all. She never looked into the pale, sad
face without a pang. Lack of cheerful purpose,
and of interest in society; the weary, wistful,
longing look in her eyes; the forced smile and
quiet ways, touched Marion’s heart. Marion
knew that she might try to hide it all beneath
a stony crust of indifference, yet the heart un
derneath it all would ache and glow with its
terrible pain. She knew also that Jessie de
served it all, perhaps, but not the less did Ma
rion pity her—only the more, because she knew
that the girl’s sorrow was mixed with bitter self
reproach for the thoughtless coquetry that had
brought all this punishment upon her.
“She will never flirt again,” thought Marion.
“She has learned a lesson, but it has been at a
bitter cost.”
She did not doubt of the reception Lawrence
would meet with if he came now, and finally
she resolved to write to him and tell him all.
It would be months before the letter could
reach him, but that he would come she did not
doubt.
Autnmn had given way to winter, whose icy
chains had in tnrn melted at the warm touch of
spring. One sunny April day Marion had gone
with her husband to town for purchases.—
Jessie had chosen to remain at home. It was
growing late. Marion and Richard had not re
turned. Jessie grew tired watching, and went
down to the beach. How peaceful looked the
sea! How calm was everything, only that dull,
restless aching within her own heart. She
watched the white-sailed schooners, the slender
fishing boats, as they came and went across the
act of ascending the stairs.
“Gone? Well, that is very lucid information ! lay within the shadow of the myrtles.
Gone where?” momert she forgot her desolation. On
But instead of replying Marion turned round
suddenly, and placiig both hands upon the
girl s shoulders, drew her forward to where the
cescLnguy dear ones own native land is, a fact ladies who have visited the house have never
we 6-e never aware of until we stand upon a for- been careful of her feelings, bnt this is her first
sign shore, and habits of life, as much a part of experience of a lady’s (?) brutality. The bound
AT. or in net Kn j „ a’ • u - , * v . J _ wuuuu
suR: Miss Jessica was a cold-blooded flirt! No fight from the great chandelier fell full up~on the
other word than cold-blooded can describe ' fair, piquant face. There, while the gray eyes
[DP h parflpms manner in u’hw>h elm TPnnf t nn >A.ir , j a _ _ . . i , , ° t J .
the heartless manner in which she went to work
to entrap her victims. Of coarse she “ meant no
harm ”—such as she never mean harm. It was
“only fun,” she said. No man should ever
know that she cared one whit more for him than
seemed to read the blue ones throngh and
through, Marion said, earnestly:
“ Jessica Darnley, tell me truly, do you love
Lawrenae Carew ?”
Just for one moment the blue eyes drooped
ic home, and here long a dog from that favored
^pot would receive so warm an ovation, as to
cresie diversion in the minds of those who had
■never been similarly circumstanced.
iord Manley received the news of Daisy's
promotion vitli a torrent of invectives.
“I don’t think yonr aristocratic Madame Le-
~ reyt ? receiv e her if I write and give her
i ™ 7 77, 7 V J . U1S 8 U!, ‘ less weauny, less tascinating, would have been
and contempt the dangerously expressive eyes termed heartless coquetrv, was excused in her
reveal, and lifts her hand and smites the girl on the plea of youth and thoughtlessness.
the face. I p to the big black And to-night, dressed in satin and pearls,
heavily across _
eyes, the demon that had been exorcised for
weeks leaps back. She clutches the noble lady
and shakes her fiercely with a strong desire to
stamp her under her feet. The lady glances
helplessly at the bell cord; it is not in reach,
Daisy s antecedents. Star Greville is a romantic and she shivers with fright, for the bright glit-
A 18 th . e ^ ltchen - and only for tering, beautiful face above her is not one whit
y rl- ere J ,ght u n ? W ’ , le ? S “urderous than was Charlotte Cordav’s
He glares at his wife with iretui eyes. She when she drove her dagger up to the hilt'in
■turns upon him hotly. , 56 v me
Marat's heart.
tho i e Y e , 1DJ , ure; yon have “- 1 have half a mind to whip vou, Ladv Mar ”
me uaason for your fiendish hatred of this j she hisses through her set teeth", “for he or she
and some day—and may it be soon—the who needlessly insults, even the lowest, is a
for another. Not she ! And people made all ! beneath the steady gaze of the gray ones; a faint
kinds Ot excuses tnr her. Sfrsnae I ray Q j- scarJet surged ovef neek S ch ' ek and bfOW
the lines about the pouting lips relaxed—but
only for an instant. The blue eyes were raised
again to the gray, unflinchingly; the month was
firm, the lips slightly compressed, as she said:
“My sakes, Marion, how you startled me!
\\ hat does make you look and act so queerly,
and why did you ask me such a question ?”
“Answer me!” The words came in a firm,
authoritative tone.
"Lawrence Carew is nothing to me,” the girl
said slowly between firm, red lips.
“ Yon declare it?”
“ I declare it.”
Then a sudden, strange light leaped to the
depths of the gray eyes; the slender, white hand
fell away from the girl’s shoulder.
“Jessica Darnley,” she said in a low, half-
She sat down for a moment npon a rock that
For a
forgot her desolation. Once more
she lived over the past as one in a dream.
Again Lawrence Carew was beside her, as he had
often been in this lovely spot. Ah ! was it only
a fancy? With a sharp cry she sprang up. No
dream ! Thank God for the reality. She forgot
all else then. The old, weary days of longing
and pain had fled as a nightmare. YVhat cared
she for them now ? She only knew that Law
rence Carew was beside her, that his arms were
folded close about her, his kisses falling npon
her face, his voice murmering in her ear :
“Mine at last! I have come back, never to
leave you, my darling !”
. „ r , with
her fair hair falling over her gleaming shoulders,
Miss Jessica was doing more than her average
amount of flirting.
Still the lights shone on; the music floated
down the length of the handsome parlors, and
the intoxicating perfume of exotics filled the
rooms. But away from the blaze of fights, the
gleam of jewels and silks, just where the beau
tiful, well-kept grounds of Runnymede came
with a broad sweep down to the white sands
npon the beach, a man and woman were standing.
A sweep of ocean lay before them; a cloudless
arch of starry sky above; a stretch of snowy sand |
Dion Boucicault’s advice—Never make love
to a woman throngh an ink-bottle.
Betteb to have loved a short girl than never
to have loved a tall. —Cincinnati Enquirer.
The commnnist wants to earn his beead by
the sweat of some other fellow’s brow.—Chicago
Times.
The misery of a man who courts a sparkling,
fashionable belle and loses her is only excelled
by the misery of tho man who courts her and
wins her.
Ten thousand laborers are wanted in a few
week- in the cotton fields of Louisiana. How
pitying, half-condemning voice, “may God have i plea^ait woa , the familiar song, if praotic-
mercy upon you. You have cast from you one
of the purest, truest loves it has ever been the
ally illustrateo:
‘•Trio*;, tramp, :ri'n», the boys are mi