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Ww fetowr ASJKS / ' CHAPTER .\IX. ‘'Hilda, cried Lora Bay L-naiu, when he saw in* wile, “what have juu been dviufe: Late hours uud uaneiug Uu uol aiui you. luu are like a urovpiug lily tins uioruiug. Look at Barbara —sue u bluuuuug hae a rose.” Alias Lurie suuiea at her cousiu, but luuaeu auxiousiy al Lady Hilda. "1 aui airaiu ail tins gayety has been too uiucu lor you, she said kiudiy. “luu loos very in. liest to-day, and 1 will do all 1 van to supply your place.' Lauy unua was tuaukiul lor the respite aud gladly couseuted to return to Her own room uuul diuuer time, when she would be obliged to appear among her guests. “Pauline tells me you went out early for a wain," said Lord liayueham. “H 1 had suuwu it, you should hot have gone aioue. "1 did two things," she replied, trying to speaa iuditlereully, turmug her lair, •tan >ed luce num him. "1 weut tor a walk, aud called to see a sick woman who has ueeu lyiug ill lor some time at the L us cottage, bhe died while I was there. “Good uitie buiiiarilaii,” said Lord Biiyiiei.am; "lint Hilda, darling, although 1 love your charily, remtniber you are not strong. Lt is seeing all that misery that has made you ill to-day. Be good in moderation.” She looked at him wistfully; how little he knew, how little he dreamed who it was she had been to see! How little he thought the young wife whose comfort he was studying iu that sumptuous room was a convict’s daughter! If he knew it, surely he would send her from him and never see her more. Lord Bayueliam piled up soft downy cushions on the couch; he lowered the I blinds and placed the pretty little stand by her side. A vase of rare exotics stood upon it, filling the room with a summer breath of fragrance. “Shall 1 read to you now?" he asked. “Barbara and my mother can keep every one amused; or would you like to be alone?” J "Bead to me, if you will be so kind,” •he replied, for she dreaded being alone •gain, she knew* thinking would almost become madness. The young earl sat by her side; uncon- I •ciously cue hand lingered on her golden hair, where lately her mother's dying hand had laid. He re. d in a soft, lowvoice. She drew his hand from her hair and pressed it to her lips. She would have given the world, poor child, to have told him her secret. He looked so calm and strong; even should he send her from him, as unworthy of his name, it would be belter than the slow torture of suspense she must undergo; but the vowmade to her dying mother sealed her lips. Os a deeply religious and reverent nature, it seemed to her a sacrilege to dream of breaking it. Wave after wave of thought rushed over her heart and mind while the soft tone of her husband s voice sounded like a soothing melody in her ears. Wearied and tired, and exhausted by want of sleep and grief, the violet eyes closed gently, •nd I.ady Hilda for a time forgot all her •orrows. Lord Bayneham saw that she had fallen asleep; he closed his book and watched the fair young face ho loved so well. Half an hour passed, aud then a change came over the sleeper. He saw her lips quiver, while long-drawn sighs parted them; then she started up, crying. “It was not my fault, Claude, I knew nothing of it. Do not send me away!" “My darling,” said her husband, gently, “you are dreaming. What is the matter?" “X thought you were angry with me," she said, confusedly. “Which shows how foolish drenms are,” said Lord Bayneham; "hills will become valleys, and the seas turn into dry land, before that comes to pass.” “Would nothing ever cause you to love me less?" she asked wistfully. “Nothing, my pretty bluebell,” he replied; “I do not think I could love you more, and I am certain I shall never love you less. Now I will leave you. You will perhaps sleep, and I have to drive over to Laneham to-day.” He held her in his arms before he went away, and kissed her pale, sweet face, murmuring words of love that filled her heart with a pleasure that was keen pair “If he knew,” thought the poor girl; “if he knew!" Until the dressing bell rang she lay quiet and motionless; one might have thought her dead or asleep. Once Barbara Earle came in with a glass of rare old wine. She found her awake, but with a strange expression on her face, “Drink this. Hilda.” said Miss Earle; “it is almost magical; you will feel quite well after it. Lady Bayneham asked me to bring it myself.” “She is very kind,” said Hilda, wearily, the same sad thought running through her mind—“what would she say if she knew ?” “Is anything wrong, Hilda?” asked Miss Earle, looking steadily at the fair, sad face; “you are tired. But you seem to be more frightened than ill. Surely you have not seen any of the Bayneham ghosts. Claude firmly believes in them.” “I shall be well soon." said Hilda, evasively, thinking, poor child, how truly Barbara spoke. She had seen the ghost of her youth and happiness; no wonder she looked pale and scared. When she was once more left alone. Hilda tried hard to arouse herself from the bewildered state she had fallen into. “They will suspect me soon.” she said, “unless I can recover myself." She thought, with a cold shudder of dread, what the consequences of detection must be. She did not care for her husband’s title, his rank, position, or wealth; but she loved him. aud without him life

■ would be a burden she could not bear. Hilda inherited much of her mother's loving, constant nature. X ear helped her. She chose her prettiest dress and rarest jewels. The golden hair was entwined with gleaming pearls, j With the shining of jewels it was difficult to detect how pale and changed the lovely ‘ face was. Lord Bayneham was delighted I to see his wife recovered; he kept near her, and lavished delicate and loving attentions upon her. Outwardly she regained her composure, singing when desired; moving and warming all hearts by the rich, passionate music of her voice, charming all eyes by her smiling, sweet grace, while her thoughts were ever with the dead mother who lay in the Firs cottage. She could not leave home again alone. She sent money to Mrs. Paine, but Lord Bayneham had taken alarm at her state of health, and was not willing to let her go out of his sight. Tuesday morning came at last, when Magdalen Hurst was to be laid in her lonely grave, and Lady Hilda resolved to attend her funeral; yet she found great difficulty in doing so. Happily the morning was bright: the sun shone as though shedding a last blessing upon the broken-hearted woman who was never to see it more. Happily, too, the countess asked her son to drive her over to Grainton Hall, so that Hilda found the greater part of the day at her own disposal. • •»*»»« It was a very poor funeral; there was nothing to be seen save the bearers, and Mrs. Paine as chief mourner. No one noticed the lady in the dark dress who knelt in ok- of the pews and wept ns though her heart was breaking. There waft no one to note how she stood some little distance from the grave, longing and wishing that she, too, could be at rest with her beautiful, unhappy mother. So they laid .Magdalen Hurst to rest. Os all those who had loved her in her fair youth none were present. The sun shone brightly upon her grave as it had done on the bonny woods of Brynmar, when she met her fate, so many years ago. Shine weeks afterward a plain gray stone marked the spot. It bore no name; she had wished it to be so; but that lonely grave was watered with bitter tears, shed for her who, after life’s fitful fever, was now at rest. • »»»•»» “I am not at all satisfied with Hilda's state of health," said Lady Bayneham to Barbara Earle. "The child looks as though a cloud had fallen over her. Claude tells me she goes about visiting cottages and all that kind of thing. It must be very injurious to her.” "Did you ever try it, aunt?" asked Miss Earle, quietly. “Cottage visiting? No, my love, I am | too sensitive," said the countess, blandly. "I gave plenty away during the late earl's lifetime, but I cannot endure sorrowful sights; they make me ill.” “We will hope Hilda's nerves are stronger than yours,” said Barbara. “I do not think the cottages weigh upon her mind; but she is really ill, and should have a change of air." Lord Bayneham became seriously alarmed, and summoned one of the best physicians in England to his wife's aid; but the doctor was puzzled too. “You tell me,” he said to the earl, “that Lady Bayneham has had no trouble, no grief or anxiety preying upon her.” “I do not think she knows the meaning of grief or sorrow,” said Lord Bayneham, smiling at the idea; “whatever else may ail her, it is not that.” With all his skill, the doctor could find no solution to the mystery—no reason for the weakness and languor that wore away the life of his beautiful patient. He advised change of air, and Lord Bayneham was prompt in action. By the end of that week every arrangement was made, and the carl with his young wife had begun the journey that he thought was to restore her to health and strength. CHAPTER XX". “The month of blossoms,” “sweet maiden May," came round again, bringing all most worthy of note—m- nos letters, artists. poets, statesmen, beauties and belles —to the erect city. London was in its pride. The season was a good one, and everyone looked busy, prosperous aud happy. In the drawing room of one of the prettiest houses in May Fair. Lady Grahame sat with her friend, confidante and companion, Miss Lowe. The house was not a grand mansion, nor was the drawing room one of the most sumptuous, but everything in it spoke of refinement and elegance. Lady Grahame herself was more elegant than beautiful. ■No one knew her age: and, what was still better. no one could guess it. She might be looking old for thirty, or young for fifty. Her dark hair was as luxuriant as ever; roses bloomed on her cheek and lip; there were light and fire in her dark eyes, and no wrinkle or line marred the pleasant, comely face. She was the only child of a country squire, and early iu life had married Sir Wilton Grahame, a baronet of noble descent, and through him was connected with some of the best families iu England. Her mother was the daughter of Lord Delcairn, and her mother’s family was a large one. Sir Wilton Graham-' died, leaving his widow a comfortable jointure; her parents died, leaving a small fortune; and Lady Grahame, while still in the prime of life, found herself free and unfettered, moderately rich, liked and courted by numerous aristocratic members of her family. The ladies had been out shopping, and something had evidently caused Lady Grahame great pleasure, for her eyes sparkled, and her comely, pleasant f’aee Was lit with smiles. “I tell you, my dear." she said to Miss Lowe, ’’that I have really never seen a more elegant or handsome man. Poor Sir Wilton had a nice face, bnt he was not to be compared to him: his attentions were quite marked. Mrs. Henderson tells me he has besieged her with requests for an introduction to me.” The ever-attentive Miss Lowe murmured something to the effect that it was not surprising; which little bit of incense being properly offered and accepted, Lady

Grahame resumed her remarks with the same expression of well-pleased vanity. "I am told that he is very wealthy; that he made a large fortune abroad, and goes into the best society. I know. Really I never saw a more polished or charming manner, and such a flow of spirits. I cannot remember the witty things he said, but we quite agreed upon many points. He has a very handsome bouse near the Park." Miss Lowe looked amiably interested, having nothing particular to say. •‘Mr. Fulton said something about calling to-morrow morning," said her ladyship; "but I do not know whether he will. We were speaking of jewels, and he said he had a very rare and beautiful opal that he would show me. I forget where it was found, but in some strange place. Do you think pale pink or light blue suits me best? I may as well look nice. We must see about a becoming toilet, my dear —something elegant, but not too young.” The morrow came, and Lady Grahame's maid found it very difficult to please her; but when the toilet was completed, she acknowledged it to be a perfect success. Every good point in her figure and face was made most of. and every defect carefully concealed. Lady Grahame smiled as she gave a long, lingering look at the mirror; Miss Lowe was observed to look unusually tired when the ceremony was over. It was a bright May day; the windows of the pretty drawing room were open; the soft warm breeze was laden with the fragranee of mignonette, Lady Grahame's favorite flower. The blinds were skillfully arranged, so that a beautiful rosylight came from the silken hangings. It was really a pretty picture; and Lucy Grahame, in her effective toilet, was pleasant to look upon. “I will not read, my dear,” she said, when Miss Lowe suggested a book; “it makes me so sleepy and stupid. Give me that purse I am netting; you can read aloud if you choose.” But not one word did Lady Grahame hear; her thoughts were all upon the visitor whose coming she anticipated so anxiously. It was long since a blush of real pleasure had flushed her face, but there was one when she heard a loud and very inipr-rative knock at the door. Her hand almost trembled when she rose to greet her admirer. As Mr. Fulton stood there in the subdued light of the May sun he looked a handsome man. The careless, debonair expression was still on his face, and the easy, graceful, languid manner had not deserted him. He was the same man that beneath the shade of the woods of Brynmar had wooed Magdalen Hurst to her fate. There was no trace of that sad, passionate love story in his calm face; no trace of the felon's dock, the convict's cell, or the outlaw's doom. Bland and calm, gay and graceful, he looked like the Stephen Hurst who so many years ago was Lord Hutton's chosen friend. “I have been impatiently awaiting the time when you gave me permission to call, Lady Grahame,” said Mr. Fulton. “I never found a day and night so long before.” Lady Grahame blushed and smiled. Cool, elegant woman of the world as she was. she did not feci at her ease in the presence of this handsome stranger. He had brought the wonderful opal, and there was plenty of discussion over it. He did not say how it came into his possession, but it had been taken from the treasured gems of some great Indian rajah. He showed the wondrous gleaming colors, the ever-changing tints, the hidden fin that seemed at times to flash ruby-red from its depths. “It should be set in pure, pale gold,” said Lady Grahame, admiringly. “1 have seen many jewels, but none like this.” “I hope to have it made into a ring,” said Mr. Fulton, “if ever good fortune should favor my wishes and I should marry; for that jewel will show to perfection on a fair white hand.” Lady Grahame involuntarily glanced at her own as he spoke, theti blushed as she found his eyes bent upon her. There was so much to be said about the wonderful opal that it was luncheon time before the visit was half ended, and Mr. Fulton accepted Lady Grahame's invitation to join them. He was beginning to fall in love with his own scheme, and the more he saw of the lady the more sure he felt that she, above all others, was best suited for him. During the course of conversation Mr. Fulton found that Lady Grahame seemed to know everyone, and go everywhere, and that the circles he sighed in vain to enter were open to her. "You have been abroad for many years, I presume?” said Lady Grahame. “Yes,” said Mr. Fulton. “Many years ago I went to seek my fortune; and I made it, and now wish to enjoy it.” “I should imagine the latter to be very easy," said Lady Grahame. “Not so easy when one is quite alone,” he replied sentimentally. As he spoke there came across him a vision of the beautiful face of his dead wife. Would anyone ever love him again as she had done? He left Lady Grahame, resolved to win her. If she were his wife he felt that anything was possible. With her influential connections he might aspire to hold any office. Golden hopes and dreams hovered over him. Rank and position seemed to be within his grasp. His task lay straight before him; he had but to win Lady Grahame and his life would be one long success. (To be continued.) Irrepressible. There are ludicrous as well as pathetic incidents in court-rooms, as Mr. Joseph Willard, who Was clerk of Massachusetts courts for many years, bears witness in a recent volume. One of the funniest, as well as one of the noisest scenes in which he took part, was when a certain Mr. II— —was trying a case I before Judge C— —, for slander. His principal witness was an impetuous Irishwoman. She talked so fast that Judge C-— could not write down her testimony, and attempted in vain to check her. “Stop! Stop!” ho cried again and again, rapping sharply on his desa; but tl» torrent of words went on. “Old woman, hush up!" he shouted, in exasperation. But it was useless. At last lie threw down his pen. exhausted, and cried out. "There. Mr. H—, you | set her going, now stop her!" j Isaac Watts prided himself on a very dull treatise. "The Improvement of the Mind,” and seems to have thought little of the hymns that are now sung In every English-speaking land.

NOTES AND COMMENTS. One of our exchanges remarks: "If you have frequent headachesdizziness, and fainting spells, acccompanied by chills, chilblains, epilepsy, and jaundice, it is a sign that you are not well, but are liable to die any minute. Pay your subscription a year in advance, and thus make ' yourself solid for a good obituary notice.” The French are experimenting with a single track temporary rail-I road that can be laid on a country road or across the fields. They expect to use it in military operations and in harvesting crops. The barrows and cars used are on the bicycle principle and they can be operated either by hand or horse power The gain in the use of the rail is the | great diminution of friction. A professional beggar who succumbed to the heat in New York was j found to have on an overcoat, three coats, three shirts, three vests, two , pairs of trousers and heavy underclothing. In his pockets were found ; $lO6 in bills, a quanity of silver coin and pennies, several diamond rings, more than one thousand loose matches, five candles, seven pipes, some tobacco and several newspapers. Yet he was hungry. There will soon be a great reduction in the number of lawyers in ; France. By a recent law each one must take out a yearly license, for which he pays an amount equal to about 12 per cent, of his house rent. Many persons admitted to the bar. who are not in active practice, have asked to have their names taken off I the roll, among them M. Fallieres, ' formerly prime minister and minis- i ter of justice, and Senator Berenger I author of the law remitting the penalty for first offenses, and also noted for his efforts to improve French morality. Vi.-.-i :ls passing through the new Baltic-North Sea canal will pay 12 cents a ton for the first 600 net register tons if laden, and • cents for each additional ton ; vessels in ballast will pay 8 cents a ton, and the minimum charge will be $2.50 by the tariff just issued by the German Government. From October to March the charges will be 25 per cent, higher Sailing vessels will be towed at the rate of 10 or 6| cents a ton up to 200 tons, and 7.1 or 4 cents a ton for all above that, according as they are laden or in ballast. Recent returns show that 1,550,000 acres of land are planted with cork trees in Spain. It is just one hundred years ago since a cork factory was started in Gerona, and the manufacture of cork is now one of the chief industries of the country. Over 1,400,000,000 corks for bottles, representing a value of $2,700,000, are produced annually, and about 12,600 men are engaged in cork work. It is difficult to calculate the income derived from cork, as statistics in Spain are very faulty, and no account is kept of the cork used in the country itself. It is estimated, however, that during the present year $5,369,was paid for the cork exported. The carriagemakers, blacksmiths, hackmen and others of Quebec have joined in a protest to the Mayor against the new electric street railway, which it is proposed to operate there. They declared that it would be extremely dangerous to life, and that it would ruin their trades. The Mayor heard the committee to the end, and then told them that he was sorry that he could not agree with them, but that he felt bound to do all in his power to secure the proposed railroad for the city, as it would have to keep up with the procession or fall into the background altogether. He said that the old city had already suffered no little through its reputation for backwardness, and that it was time to take a new departure. The demand for space in the Woman’s Building at the Cotton States and International exposition has been so great that the Woman's Board has boon compelled to ask for an appropriation for an annex. The matter has received the favorable consideration of the Finance Committee, and will probably be approved by the Executive Board. The activity and the amount of labor performed by the women of this department are phenomenal, considering the means at their disposal, and the results attained so far are more than astonishing. They* have stirred so much interest in most of the States that an overwhelming demand f r space has been made upon the management. A strange attempt to enforce medieval penance ended in a row recently at Blisland, in Cornwall, near the Land’s End. Two young men who had assaulted a girl in the churchyard were told by the rector that he would absolve them if they w’ould openly confess their crime and distribute $lO worth of bread at the church gate as penance. The scene within the church was impressive; the rector admonished the culprits and forgave them in behalf of the girl; the guilty men, on their knees, then confessed in a loud voice and asked the congregation to pray for them. When they want out with the bread, however, the crowd jeered at them and made a rush for the loaves, which it irreverently ate with molasses in the churchyard, hooting and singing. Elks broken to harness may soon cease to be a novelty in the Northwest and perhaps even in the East, Several years ago a wealthy rancher in Montana had a team of the creatures which he used to drive to his buggy, and when the fact became i known other folk experimented in

taming elks for alike purpose. Such a team was brought East last year and caused much interest A rancher on the Humptulips River, Wash., is the last to experiment with elks for work purposes. He has a fine team, recently broken to harness, which, he says, will haul as heavy a load as any pair of horses, are as docile, and much handsomer It may be that the elk will hold back for awhile the electrical and mechanical tide that is sweeping the horse from the highways, and preserve the pleasures of the road that come from riding behind a thing of life, while adding a picturesque element. A novel co-operative system has lately been started among the carpenters and painters of San Francisco through which the individual workmen are becoming owners of homes of their own without any cost for construction. As soon as any member of the local organization has saved enough money to buy a lot and the necessary lumber all his fellowworkmen turn to the next Sunday and build the house for him. In one of the suburban additions of the city a little colony of these ‘Sunday homes” has already grown up. The houses are not pretentious, but are solidly* built and comfortable. There are ten houses in this colony that have been thus built by the carpeni ters and painters for their fellowworkmen. and it is expected that during this summer as many more will be put up at similar Sunday ‘‘building bees.” But for this helpful system the workmen would probably never be able to own homes, | while through it almost every indus trious man may have a house of his own. Dr. Lombroso, the Italian specialist in criminology, has written a book on “The Female Offender.” in which he says: “The female born criminal is far more terrible than the male. She combines the worst qualities of both sexes—the woman’s excessive desire for revenge, cunning, I cruelty, love of dress and untruthfulness; the man's vices, fickleness, fearlessness, audacity and often muscular strength. Celto wrote in the fifteenth century : ‘No possible punishments can deter women from heaping up crime upon crime. Their perversity of mind is more fertile in new crimes than the imagination of a judge in new punishments.’ Rykise said: ‘Feminine criminality is more cynical, more depraved and more terrible than the criminality of the male.’ ‘Rarely,’ says the Italian proverb, ‘is a woman wicked, but when she is she surpasses the man.’ Then comes Euripides with this crusher: ‘The violence of the ocean waves or of devouring flames is terrible. Terrible is poverty, but woman is more terrible than all else.’ ” It is noticed that even a short residence in the United States makes a marked change in the conditions and standards of the immigrant. Scan- | dinavian immigrants sometimes reI visit their old homes after a sojourn lin this country. They usually take : the steerage passage on the eastward I voyage, but the second cabin on i the return westward voyage. The eastward steerage passage they find i clean and comfortable, but the recollection of the ill smelling steerage of their first trip to America drives them to the second cabin. These people ascribe the difference between i the eastward and the westward steer- ; age passage to the difference in the ; cleanliness of the immigrants that have lived in the United States. It ’ is to be added, however, that in days j not long ago the number of west- | ward bound passengers greatly exi ceeded the number of eastward \ bound, and doubtless it is the cleanli- | est and the most intelligent of origij nal immigrants that are able to revisit their old homes . The condition i of human beings shipped like cattle is not the same as those who travel for pleasure. About the Human Nose. Except in regard to shape, theories about noses are varied. There are | Roman noses, Greek noses, cogitative noses, hawk noses, snub noses and celestial or turn-up noses. The Roman is aquiline in shape and is l said to indicate great decision, energy, firmness, absence of refinement and disregard for niceties of life. This was the nose of the Romans, the con- ; querers of the world, a people who, ! despite their association with the refinement of Greece, remained un- ; polished. Says an English writer: I “The Roman nose is common to great soldiers, as it is to others who have been characterized by vast energy and perseverance in overcoming great obstacles, without regard to personal ease or the welfare of their fellowmen. The Greek nose is perfectly straight, aud any deviation must be carefully noticed. If it tends to convexity it approaches the Roman and the character is improved by an accession of energy. On the other hand, when it tends to convexity it partakes of the celestial, and the character is weakened. It should be fine, well chiseled, but not sharp. The Greek nose indicates refinement of character, love for the fine arts and literature; asj tuteness, craft and a preference for j indirect rather than direct action . Its owner is not without some energy I in pursuit of that which is agreeable to his tastes, but unlike the owner I of the Roman nose he cannot exert j himself in opposition to his tastes. As the name and mental characteristics suggest, this was the nose of the ancient Greeks, whose triumphs in art. philosophy, poetry and aeutt reasoning are well known, just as are their craftiness and deceit. Lord Napier won the Abyssinian War in 1867 without a single reverse.

A MODEL COTTAGE FOR $550, Plans for the Erection of a Cheap and Pretty Suburban Home. (Copyright 1895 by the Uo-operative Building I’lan Association.) It is one of the primarj* principles of political economy that the happiness and prosperity of a country is gauged by the general thrift of the inhabitants, and not by lhe abundance of the few. That would be the model community in which each head of the family owned, in the derisive words of the British statesman, “An acre and a cow, ” even if not a single individual had much greater possession than that “Landlordism” is responsible for much of the misery which exists in cities. Happily there is a growing disposition in this country for wageearners to become householders. It is not difficult for the laboring man and the small artisan to render themselves independent of landlords. The suburbs of our cities have abundant room for growth, and the land is not all in the possession of a few famin a ■ ] [ ' Co-OpPlah lies. Every day it is proven possible for a man with shrewd management, prudence and a little self-denial, to build and own a house for himself, with scarcely more of a w’eekly outlay than he was called upon to exfiend in rent. A dollar or two more a month for a few years is not difficult to manage, when it means in the end such a neat and attractive home as is pictured herewith, instead of a mere memory of shelter and fat profits in the pockets of a landlord. This little cottage, which is capable of various modifications to suit individual tastes, can be built, according to the most careful and reliable estimates; for $550. Its width, including bay. is 27 feet; depth, including veranda, 17 feet; height of first story. 8 feet, 6 inches; second story, 8 eet. j Ppr c M r ‘ if I ! Kile hen | I | (o'« iu p-1 Living | N.lmcWn* / R 8 kio’ r Ve r d. r» d <> . wide. First FloOl'Exterior materials: Foundation, posts or piers; first story, clapboards; bay-window, gables, dormers and roofs, shingles. Interior finish : Two coat plaster, softwood flooring,trim and staircase. Interior woodwork finished in hard oil. Colors: Body, al! clapboards and shingles of bay window, terracotta; trim, Pompeiian red ; shingles in gables and sides of dormers treated with burnt sienna and oil: roof, shingles, dark red; sashes, bronze green ; blinds, terracotta; veranda floor and ceilings, oiled. The principal rooms and their sizes, closets, etc., are shown by the floor plans. Open fireplace in the living room and cheerful bay window. Front door glazed handsomely. A circular cellar may be added in which vegetables may not freeze. The living room may be divided into half with • Roo[. 0 Bed R fl Roof. I ii'xh' j BrrzZTZ . i < *WS* I I'prf'iGlJßci. I Cios. Q Roof. I Bed R Ro °f' I 1 r I ■rcL. 'i ~ - i.v.l - wßww OecoiNd rioor. smaller bay window in the front room, and the back used as a dining room, with open fireplace w’hich heats up stairs, economizing the expenditure of the coal. A few extra dollars will build a one-storj* extension at the rear, used as a storehouse or woodshed, and in the summer as a laundry when the heat of the kitchen range would be oppressive. The finished neatness of this design, its economical arrangement of rooms and the low cost for which it can be built, appeals directly to the mechanic and the laboring man. Nor is it a hard matter to figure how so small a sum be made to represent a weekly* or monthly payment scarcely in excess of the rent of a room or two in the crowded city tenement. Platinum has been draivn into smooth wire so fine that it cannot be distinguished by the naked eye. even when stretched across a piece of white cardboard.