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THE SILENCE AND THE SONG. Sing to m”, girl r,f my heart, Sing! The slain silence rijoicea. Pi. reed by that rar. st of voices. Art) bh, yet high< r thou art, And my s ul by the song Is wafted along Tn the listening bliss that its choice is Nev< r and never to part. Sing to ma, girl of my love! Sing! And the angels in heaven— To whom tiia rare rapture is given To linger and listen above— Folding their wings While the melody rings Till tho soul of the silence is shriven, Hover above thee, my love! Sing to me, fairest of girls! King! The dead silence was golden, But dearer the song shall be Lolden Than riches of rubies and pearls. And the silence newborn Os tho songless morn Khali sigh to be slain like the old one Sing to mo, fairest of girls! —J. L. Heaton in “The Quilting Bee ” A MATCHMAKER Major Mackintosh was a very good follow, but he had one little weak ness. He was a most inveterate matchmaker. No doubt there was some excuse for him. Life seemed rather empty and purposeless now that he had h ft the army, and as he was still a vigorous, energetic man he needed some wholesome vent for his activ ity. Matchmaking provided him at once with an interest and an occu ltation. It gave him plenty to think of by night and to do by day. With out it he would have been tho most miserable of men. With it he was the cheeriest and tho most self im portant. It is a very good thing sometimes to have a little weakness. Os course, the major prided him self on his tact and delicacy and fondly fancied nobody ever saw through his transparent little arti fices. So sure of this was ho indeed that ho not infrequently explained them at some length to the persons principally concerned, so that they might know just when and how to act under any given circumstances —a very wise precaution and one that saved an immense amount of trouble and misunderstanding. But though he took every care to guard against failure matters would occasionally go wrong and the most prudently planned match come to nothing, greatly to the major's dis may. But he was a reasonable man on the whole, and when he knew he was beaten he accepted defeat phil osophically. Yes, when he know he wan beaten—but as a bold Briton and a soldier he was very hard to con vince on this point and sometimes struggled on manfully long after defeat was a foregone conclusion. Despite his weakness—or possibly even in consequence of it—the ma jor was popular, and men and wom en alike found much to admire in him. His manner might be a little brusque, but his means wore ample, and this was a great point in his fa vor, especially where tho unmarried ladies of his acquaintance were con cerned, for they were not blind to tho fact that he (the matchmaker) would boa most excellent match, and to many of them it seemed a pity that he should spend so much time and trouble in providing for his friends’ happiness while his own remained unsecured. More than one kind hearted woman, though taking small interest in his efforts to settle other people, would gladly have helped him to arrange a match for himself, but it was all to no purpose. Whether he saw nothing or too much no one knew, but the result was the same. The matchmaking' major re mained unmarried and on excellent terms with all the ladies who would willingly have married him, a fact which alone spoke volumes for his good feeling and capital manage ment—if indeed it were not purely a matter of luck. The major had but one near rela tive in the world—-hisnephew, Jack Mackintosh. Jack was in a govern ment office, and as he was not 23 y ears of age his uncle began to think seriously of arranging a match for him. He had long had his eye on at least half a dozen sufficiently pretty girls, any one of whom might be just the right thing for the young fellow—if only none of the other five should prove to be better. The major was very anxious that Jack’s match should really be a triumph, and it cost him much thought and grave weighing of pros and cons for months before the critical time came. Os course he did not consult Jack in the matter. To do so at so early a stage in the proceedings would have been contrary to all precedent. No, he must muddle it out for himself and only have the boy down to make the lady’s ac quaintance when he had finally made up his mind as to which of the half dozen it was to be. And, after all, it proved to be none of them. No; despite the earnest cogitations of months and all the careful study of six specimens of girlhood the major suddenly made up his mind that Nellie Bloxham was the one woman in the world for Jack, and this within five minutes of his first introduction to her. The girl charmed him, and he at once decid ed that she must marry Jack. A letter was dispatched that very evening, and a few days later the j young fellow joined hrs uncle at the watering place where he had been go fortunate as to make Miss Blox ham's acquaintance. “Well, Jack, have you got your leave, or is this only a Saturday to Monday trip?” was the first ques tion he asked when they met at the station. “I can stay a fortnight if you'll have me.” “That’s capital. I’ve a lot of friends here and some uncommonly pretty girls among them. The Fish ers came down last week, and the Renshaws”— “Is May Renshaw here? I’m glad of that.” May Renshaw was one of the half dozen who had been under consider ation, and it is possible that Jack was aware of the fact, but of their recent rejection he was totally ig norant. “May? Yes, I—l believe so.” The major spoke absently, for he was thinking how very unfortunate it would be if Jack really felt any attraction in that quarter. Not but what May was a nice girl enough— till you compared her with Nellie Bloxham. Let Jack once see Nellie and he would think no more of May. Jack noticed the change of tone and drew his own conclusions from it. “Any new acquaintances, uncle?” he asked. And there was a twinkle in his eye as he spoke which it was just as well the major did not see. “A few. Y’es, Jack, a few. Old Colonel Marsh and his sisters; pleas ant women, though a bit elderly— for you, you know, and Mrs. Blox ham and her daughter; charming girl, the daughter, though a bit young—for me, of course.” “Ah, about the right age forme to play with, I suppose?” There was some impatience in the young man's tone. “To play with? No, no, Jack, you’re too old for play now. It's quite time you settled, and I’ve been thinking”— “Yes?” as he paused impressively, for the major felt that at last the time had come for him to speak. “That Miss Bloxham is the very girl for you. In fact, that you're just cut out for each other.” “H’m!” said Jack. It wasn’t much of a remark per haps, but the major found it dis tinctly disconcerting. “Well, why not?” he asked testily. “Why not? No reason perhaps. But then again—why?” “Because she's pretty and good form and very good company, a thorough lady and a charming wo man. Can’t you trust my judgment in a matter of this kind?” The major spoke with the assur ance of one whom long experience entitled to speak with authority, and Jack smiled. Unfortunately his uncle saw the smile, and it irri tated him. “She’s miles and away too good for you, you young dog, if that’s what you mean,” he broke out an grily. “That’s exactly what I do mean. If she’s all the admirable things you say she is, I fail to see how we can be cut out for each other and shall feel bound in common fairness to let some better fellow cut me out. I’m not half good enough for her—if she's all you say she is.” ’ The major burst out laughing. “If that’s all, come and have a look at her,” he said, “and then you can judge for yourself. She is sure to be on the parade. They all are at this hour.” “Oh, yes, I’ll have a look at her!” said Jack. Jack was as good as his word. He “had a look'’at Miss Bloxham, and he was introduced to her. They talked together, the major beaming approval the while. He was intro duced to her mother—a harmless, garrulous old lady, who talked whether there was anybody to lis ten or not and always about nothing in particular. Her talk was never allowed to interfere with general conversation, nor did she expect it to do so, which was but reasonable under the circumstances. When the Bloxhams left the pa rade an hour or so later, the major and Jack walked with them as far as their own door, and Jack walked with Miss Bloxham. “Well?” said the major as they turned away. “Eh?”’Jack was evidently not at tending. A slight, pale faced little girl was passing at the moment and bowed to him with a shy smile. “Who's that?” Major Mackintosh asked abruptly. It struck him that Jack was looking ridiculously pleased about something or other. “The sister of a man in my office. I've been down to his place once or twice lately.” “Oh!’’ The major dismissed the subject. “Well, what do you think of her?” “Of—her?” “Y’es. Isn’t she all I said and more ? ’ ’ “Oh, Miss Bloxham! Yes, she seems all right.” “Alt right? I should think she is all right. ’Pon my word, Jack, you take it coolly.” “Why, what would you have! She has talked to me about a lot of things for an hour or so, but I real ly know’ nothing about her, except that she is good looking and too good form to say that she is bored whatever she may feel.” “Bored! Why should she be bored? Didn’t you talk to her?” “Y’es, and she’d much rather I hadn’t. I wasn’t the right man, un cle, that’s all.” “Then, by Jove, I should like to know who is,” the major said tes tily. Jack laughed, but he did not pur sue the subject further. After all, it was no affair of his, and if his un cle liked to play a little game of cross purposes he had no wish to in terfere W’ith him. The next week passed away pleas antly enough. The major, taught by experience, knew’ just the kind of little expedition that was best qualified to throw young people to gether—possibly not always the right young people, but he was scarcely to blame for that—and he was constantly arranging some nice little pleasure party or another. Os course, none of these was complete without the Bloxhams and a quiet, shy girl, a great friend of Nellie’s, in whom—somewhat to his surprise —the major recognized Jack’s little acquaintance. Millie Lee went everywhere with her friend, and as she was always sweet tempered and happy the ma jor presently grew quite fond of her in a fatherly sort of way and looked forward to arranging a suitable marriage for her as soon as Jack should be off his mind. In the meantime he told her all about his plans for Jack and talked so freely himself on his pet project that he never noticed how she dropped into silence as soon as he alluded to it, especially as her silence evidently did not arise from any lack of inter est. She was staying at a boarding house, and but for Nellie’s kindness would have had a dull time of it. The major observed with approv al that J ack, too, was kind to her, for he thought it an excellent sign that he should wish to please Miss Bloxham by little attentions to her friend. On tho whole, he was satis fied with the way things were going —or so he told himself—and he could not understand why he found a hitherto unknown difficulty in sounding Miss Bloxham on tho sub ject and gently preparing the way for Jack's suit. Os course Jack was in love with her. How could he fail to be, know ing her so well as he now did ? Why, even he, tho major, was more than half in love with her himself, as he owned, with a sigh to his cigar, and he was old enough to know the fol ly of it. How, then, should a young fellow like Jack escape? Now give them time. Nothing but time was needed now—and a very little more of his judicious management —to bring the matter to a successful con clusion and transform Miss Nellie Bloxham into Mrs. Mackintosh— Mrs. Jack Mackintosh. Ah, what a difference that one little word made! The major called himself an old fool for his pains and refused to think of what perhaps might have happened had he only been a dozen or 15 years younger, but for him, a man of 50— Oh, no; it was out of the question. And so the first week of Jack’s visit came to an end. The little expedition, however, did not come to an end. On the con trary, Major Mackintosh redoubled his exertions, for he was growing extraordinarily anxious to have the affair settled, and the more he saw of Nellie the more he was convinced that Jack would be the luckiest fel low in the w’orld if he won her. And he must win her. The major felt that his reputation was at stake, for he had never labored to make any match as he had labored for this. Oh, he must speak serious ly to Jack about it. As to Miss Elox ham, she must surely suspect some thing of his hopes, and she had not discouraged them. She always agreed readily to all his plans and treated him with marked consider ation, and, of course, it must be on Jack’s account. To imagine any thing else would be— Oh, no; he wasn’t quite such a fool as that. “Jack, have you thought over what 1 said to you?” he asked ab ruptly one day as they were walk ing back to their hotel. “Whatabout? You’ve said a good deal at different times.” “Oh, about settling, you know.” “To be sure I have. There's a lot in it.” This was distinctly encour aging, yet the major felt his heart sink unaccountably. “In fact, I think I shall act on it.” “Y'ou’re thinkine' seriously of set tling. my boy?” “Most seriously. To teii the truth, ’’ and there was a twinkle in Jack's eye as he spoke, “I was just going to tell you that I've alreidy asked —some one to settle me, and she’s promised to do it.” There was a moment’s silence. Then the major pulled himself to gether and wrung Jack's hand “I congratulate you with all my heart, my boy,” he said huskily. “Thank you. She’s a dear littlo girl and thinks no end of you. She i has no father, you see, and so”— “Yes, yes, I quite understand.” The major felt that this was a little too much. “I think she must know how I've set my heart on it,” he added. “Not a bit of it. She feared you had quite other views for me. In deed, it was all Miss Eloxham and I could do to persuade her”— “Her? Whom?'’ “Why, Millie, of course. She fears you’ll play the cruel uncle and ob ject to my marrying “Millie. Marrying Millie!” “Yes. Surely you must have seen”— “And what does Miss Bloxham say to this?” “Oh, she's delighted. We are all such friends, you know.” “Friends! Marry Millie! And but for that little marplot you might have married Miss Bloxham”— “Not a bit of it. You are mis- | taken there. Even had I ever wish ed it she wouldn't have had me.” “Who told you so?” “Nobody, but I’m not quite a fool any more than you are quite 100, because— Uncle, Millie is not the marplot, but—quite another per son,” significantly. “By Jove!” exclaimed the major. He was silent for some moments. When next he spoke, it was in a very different tone: “Do you think I’ve any chance, Jack?” Jack laughed, not unkindly. “Go and sec,” be said. And the major went. So, after all, he made an excellent match for Miss Bloxham, and Mrs. Mackintosh never regretted that Jack was not the bridegroom.— Household Words. A Curiosity of Literature. John Heywood, the playwright and epigrammatist, was patronized by Henry VIII and Elizabeth. “What tho ‘Faerie Queene,’ ” says Warton, “could not procure for Spenser from the penurious Eliza beth and her precise ministers Hey wood gained by puns and conceits.” The object of one of his books, as disclosed by the title page, is singu lar, “A Dialogue, containing in ef fect tho Number of all the Prov erbs in the English Tongue, com pact in a Matter concerning Two Marriages.” When tho Marquis of Winchester, lord high treasurer, was presented with a copy of this book by the au thor, he inquired what it contained, and being answered, “All the prov erbs in English,” replied: “What! All? No, no. ‘Bate me an ace, quoth Bolton,’ ” a form of speech once much in voguo. “By my faith, ” said Heywood, “that is not in.” It happened that the marquis cas ually uttered the only proverb not in the book. Camden mentions an interview of Heywood 'with Queen Mary at which her majesty inquired what wind blew him to court. He an swered, “Two specially, the one to see your majesty.” “We thank you for that,” said the queen, “but I pray you what is the other?” “That your grace,” said he, “might see me.” The curious work on proverbs is in rhyme and contains many say ings that are now forgotten as well as allusions to superstitions still re maining.—Harper’s Round Table. High Prices For Antique Lace. There are many amateurs of old lace in New York. Women having an intuitive liking for such light tissues are far cleverer in their judg ment than men. Here are some of the prices antique laces brought in London lately: An old Venetian rose point flounce, 6 1-2 inches wide and nearly 3 1-2 yards long, 70 guin eas ; an antique Venetian rose point bertha, 20 guineas; three panels and sprays of antique Venetian rose point lace, mounted on cambric, 3 yards long, and two narrow slips of the same, 15 guineas; a rare old Flemish point lace flounce of exqui site design and finish, 4 yards 4 inches long by 24 inches deep, and four pieces of Flemish point lace bodice trimming, nearly 6 yards long, 4 inches deep, 38 guineas. Real old Irish point lace, with its beautiful and elaborate design, is expensive, and so a flounce of Irish lace, 15 inches wide, 3 1-2 yards long, brought what in American money is s2Bs.—New York Times. His Reason. “Why did you decline a third term, Washington?” asked George 111. “Too lazy ?” “No, not a bit of it,” said Wash ington. “It was just to save my reputation. 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