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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