Daily Wabash Express, Terre Haute, Vigo County, 7 November 1886 — Page 5

MY BIRTHDAY.

Who is Ait wfco gaatlv alija Thraagh mj dwr and stands "P"i ••rariag ia toft aalipee, Witfc a &BROT an kar lip* in h»r 9f«?

OaM aka MM to visit mo Ia white robw with fsatal air*, •lad i*rjria««, wnga at glaa-, How ia ailaaca aajaath »b», iU aovhra go as afej woars. .i

Oaaa I waited aad vru tired, Ckidiar visits too few Cnnlai

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sad undaalnd,

She to aaak ma iaapired .« Ofteae? than *1M ued to do.

Irtn tor ooniag ia sad still, Sabat her appealing saiea, Tsndsr thought* h*r jl»a»e fill Bet 1 ahadder, one will

Whea Ml open grave i» b**m.

Wker»for», friead, for fi iend thon art, Should I wrong the* tha« and grieve? Wherefore poih 5i^» from my heart? Of aij morning thon wait {AtU 9a a part too of mj ev«.

Baa, 1 hold my hand to moat That cool, shadowy hand Of thins Hold it firmly, it ia aweat Thus to clasp, and thus to groat,

Though no men in fnll anaahine.

One and freely aaak my doer, I will open willingly, I will eh'de the past too mora, Looking to the thing* befors,

Lad by pathways known to thee. BusAit OOLIMC.

LAIIVHAM

JL HOVflU

By CHABLOTTE BBABMB,

AVTHO* 0* "DOHA

CHAPTER LI. raa HIT KALI-S.

"Tou have discovered the criminal, yoa say remarked Lord Bamer, "then I

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sura you doserver the reward." He was set especially anxious to kaow wke it mi that it shemld be asroao ia

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bim quite improbable. Sons poacher keeper iit all probability. "What wu tke Franchmaa saying ia bis soft, bland ••ice "I an sorry to tell your lerdsbip that the criminal if a Member of year ewa heaiehoid."

Hie attention was fully aroused thea. "I cannot credit it," he replied, ^al»kly "for most of my sarvaats I would aaswor ag for myself—soma of them kava lived here since they were children avoa those who are freak earners are abovo all suspicion."

There was aa awkward psua*. Lord Darner loeked aneasily from one te the other. "Yea hayo something unpleasant te •ay te me," he cried. "Haye no fear what is it "Neae of your servants are saspaeted, my lord tke criminal is aearer aud dearer te

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"Have a care!" he said, angrily. '•There are limits to my patience yea must hare limits to your freedom of speech!'' "I must do my duty my lord, howavsi painful it may be. Yen are aot the oaiy master of a hcuse living ia ntter ignorance of all that goes on under his roof." "There are

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secrets at AvonwoM."

"Pardon me," interrupted M. Dupre, "there are several." "I defy you to name one!" cried Lord Damer, angrily. "My lord, there are passages in the life of Miss Charteris of whieh you are iwrfcctly ignorant one of them has brought this young man to his death."

No words cau describe the wonder, the anrer and indignant pride that flashed in the handsome, patrician face. "I forbid you even to utter the names •f the ladic3 of my household!" he cried. "You forget yourself. You go out of your place. 1 will not lisar it." "You must bear it from me, nad, alas! from others. Have patience, Lord Damer. Is it a pleasant task for lae to stand hero and t*y thai to you for which you could slay me? Othera might have broken the sad newB to you in one-half ..he time. I can understand the keen sensitiveuesa of a gentleman's feelings, •nil do nay work gently. You will be sorry afterward to remember that you have lost patience with me, for I have etwdiad you, my lord." 'Then say quickly what you hare to •ay.''

A horrible fear was beginning to ovtrpower him. What could it mean? Mope Charteris with a secret, and that •ec:et in the power of these men? Dsir Heaven! what was coming to Avouwold if this were true? •'Years ago,"

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Mis* Charteris who tuighi base reasons for ooncealisg her aiariiage—had son." "It is a lie!" cried Lord Danaer, bin, foul lie! If jou repeat such a slander I will kill yo»

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io of my fV* «i«tnr, Lady D*m*r »iter have a care I" "My lord, it ii trua! 1 bring no charge against Miys Charteris. 3he

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baea aa honored or an unhappy wife. •imply state the fact that the, soae twenty years since, had a son. hear me. If ycu refuse te listen, I mint carry my stery te the hi Ue*t authorities ia the land."

By the greatest effort, Lerd Damer forced himself te listen every veia en kis forehead grew large, his eyes flainod .fire, his lips ^nirrred, hi hands trembled again with the hot desire of flinging the alandeier down and trampling the lie in his throat. "This child,'' coatiaued the ejla, pitiless

"she never acknowledged I

kaow nothing of her reasons. She ssat .it, or took it, or gave it into the charge «f a good, liaapie country worn»n—Jane Elster, ei Crostoa." "Heaven have msicy on me! 'cried ike bewildered listener "Jate Elster, of Oeston!" "Yes a woman who had Bireaay one aea—the yousig maa muraerai hers at your gate three days ago. I cinnct teil V«u the datails, they mu?t be dwc«?ered afterward. 1 can oaly infirm y«u that tke young nsaa jeu have alway thoaght te be Yerner BU'er, i* ia very trath the sen of Hope Charteris "I do not believe you. I rsfuse te credit one word of what you have told mo. If aa asgel from heaven stusd here, and gwore it, 1 would not believe." '1 am uo angel, my lord, but I am an heattl man, teiling yon painful truths. Let me continue. From all I caa gather ig miat of uncertainties, the wousan a own eon, the murdered snsn, got som*j inkling of the secret he earae here evidently to make hia market out of it. 8.i far your lordship will nllow thr.t my 6tory runs together, as ii Wore."

Never ord cpok# the white lips k* frond, stately head was unbaat.

"Now comas tke part that presaats a difficulty. Tka young man comes here evidartly, to my Bind, with the intention of making a market of what he hag disM7ered: but instead ef seeing Miss Charteris, from whomba woald natarally ex pee to get menay, it is Lady Damer wham he geea,"

Tha white face grew dark, ia livid rage. I refuse to hear that name dragged inte each a story. Lady Damtr is aet ta be spoken "lour pardon. I mass speak ef her, my lord weald to Haavea I eaald obey yea, and aot mention her name. The yonng maa came here an tha evening of July 21st, and Lady Damer met him at the little gate that leads te the coppice, at the end of the lime trees." "It is fai*e!" be cried again, with ghaetly fe*r, elatching wildly at bis breast. "It is true, Nay, my lord, be patient. Even should jou kill me in your anger, you cacaot prevent the story froai being made public. Rather listen, and tee if anything can be done."

He sunk back nerveless, helpless, into the chair that s'ood near him, while the c?lm, bland voice continued': "Lady Dsmer and this young mart wet there how long the interview lasted, I cannot say. He may have been insulting, annoying. He may have irritated her until, as women do, she forgot everything but vengecnce. He may have heaped most foul abuse on the head of the sister whom her ladyship loves and honors. Whatever the provocation, one thing is certain, my lord—I wish I could leave the words unsaid—she slew him."

Another moment, and Lord Darner's hand was on his throat. There was alow cry, a ga*p, a struggle then Sergeant Ayrton sprueg up to interfere. "Would you commit another murder. Lord Damer?" he cried and *t the sound of the werd, the unhappy noble man fell back like one paralyzed. "I forgive you," saidM. Dupre. "That which you have to hear would drive any man mad. My lord, surely as you and I stand here two living men, she slew him! I can show you proofs," "Shew thsm," he said but the voice was so changed aad hoarse they coald hardly racogaiae it.

Then M. Dupre slowly prodaeed a bundle from his ooat. He opened it and spread the conteats before Lord Darner's eyes. "This bracelet was found aa the spot," ho said, "the morning after. ^Tea can see the stains ef bleed upon it.'

Yes, thev were there—foul, rusty stains, that sickened kim as he looked. He remembered how she had left the room with the bracelet shining on her arm, and, hiding his foca for one brief moment, he moaaed aload.

CHAPTER LXL TUB PB00M.

Only for ona moment the shock of seeing those bloed stains on the jewel he had givaa her, was

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beautiful face, so glorious in its beaatiful loveliness, rose before him, aad he looked op with proud contempt. "Have you nothing," he asked, "but this? True, my lady wore it on that night I myself fastened'it on her arm. It does not follow that she dropped it there. A thief might have carried it away. Any story is more probable than the one yen tell. Have you no other proof, I ask

Then M. Dupre opened tke bundle containing the pearl-gray satin drees. "TIlis is proof enough," he said, "to convince half the men in England, On the night of the murder L^dy Damer wore this drees."

Ho held it so that the sun shone cn the crimson ttai ca the sleovso, the bodice, tke front of the dress were covered with them.

Lord Darner's eyes grctf dark and angry as he gazad. "Te you, who do not know her, it seems strong. I, who know her well, laugh at it."

The brave, chivalrous nature of tue man was showing itself. Hi3 loyal love, bis earnest faith, his simple, maBly devotion, rose in her favor at this hour as they had never done before.

Then from his pocket-bowk tbo cUtec tive drew the slip of paper on whioh, in Rob's hand, were written the words: "Lady Damev's secret."

Her husband's eyes grew soft and tender as he looked at the name. "Even should she have a beciet," he said, '*it mi! guilty one. As well try to shake my faith in the blue heavens, the mercy of Heaven, as ia the loyalty, Iiie truth, and the purity of the noble lidv whom I call my wife, Will you do me the greatest favor th.it you can possibly tender to me? Will you leave me for one half hour alone? I wiU ask, then, what you have decided on doing. I want to be alone, to think over all you have said to me. I am bewildeiei—I waDt to arrange my flioughts."

Without another word, they laft hiia. Lord Damer had asked to be left alone, that he might thiufc over all that hu had heard—that he mijjht snfier those iirst pangs in seciet, where no eye, save the injrciful one of heaven, could nte his agoty lis had bravely vindicated her fair lame before those men—hs wculd have died to vindicate her inaouencs buL, standing I litre a!on?, be ssVed hiinsslf: "What did it mejn?''

One by one fce w?nt ever those proofs •lowly, tho bracelet iirsf.. She had as*nr~:Uy left tho room with itouheraraa. Wii&t, thon, brought it there, ljine, ru-ted with bkod s.nd with dew, near—uay, on tha vesy tpot—where the siKiikr batn done? IIo bad sug gestcd that perhaps a servant bed stolen it tut sure'r, if lb fit were tha cisi, hs would have besn told of it his wifa, _er his wife's ratid, must have B)is3td it, and woald hava spread the alarai. Even supposing that !t had boan stolen, who oonldh^ve drc.jiped it in that precise spot, at tha' precis ii»*? Who could have entered his wi,:e'«

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the brsceiet, vyben she or her maid mast have been the.re? JTc tvok it u-,1 in his Soger*, then droppfd it as though the te':ch had burard hira. It i:-ne exaggeration to say that ho would have given his life at that a eiB?nt la have explained the appearance ef the j'^el, even to his own mind.

He was obliged to IMVS it. He remembered he had insisted hiaisslf on early hoiirs that evening, and big wife, with" Emilirg compliance., had left th* drawing-room, while he remained to waoke a eixar with Aubrey Damtr.

Could she have gone smiling from his pretence to that scene of seerecy and guili? ,, "Icapcisuie fcs wcaid aot oeneve ii».

Th^n'his eyes fill on the pearl-frajsUin creL-=. Yea," he rcaaembired sue had worn it.

He thor.^ht her looking mere beantiful than usual, the Cvlor and texture cf the drcsa suited Lur so well. Ske left the dr.iwing ruom wearing it that ev:i in,c, the night it' the isurd?r._ What were the —from whence did they come? How had thii subtle, e'ever Frenchman, whoee very presence

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hatefnl to hia, found that Ursss? E»_en if she had been to the coppice gate wlih it on, how did it fail i^ito the Frenchman's hands?

The more he thought of it tha a 3re pmiled he became. It was s'rorg evidence Ljyiu her, truslius her, beLeving in her innocence, as he aid, it was jl»till most terrible proef.

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There, too, lay tha crampled jdece ]aper bearing tbe words "Lady Datner's secret."

Mis wife's secret! What was it tried to think baek over the whole their lives, and coald find no traca any.

Since her marriage it was absurd to suppesethat uny secret had come between them—there had been no time for any. He did not remember that they had ever been parted for more than twenty-four hours, arid he was quite sure that her thoughts bad been fully occupied with her love for himeelf, for her children, and the duties of her position.

A tec-et—absurd! What husband would care to know that the young girl he had loved, the young wife he had won had a secret from bim that bad been accordiag her heait for all the years of her married life, and had led her ta murder in the end

No looking back through the long vieta year?, he was confident that, since their marriage, no secret had come beween them.

She had told him her e^erv thought— Tbey had all been mirrored on her sweet face.

Could it have been before mtiri~ge? No! Shame oa the thought, tilte

M. Dupre moved uneasily it was not pleasant to look in that dignified, handsome, noble face, and say plainly what he thought. "Your lordship is aware that the coroner's inquest is held to-day at the be3per's cottage?'' •'I know it," replied Lord D.snur. "I have thought it better not to take any sleps until afier it is over. It is over by this time, I imagine. Tbe verdict will be wilful murder against some person or persons unknown the coroner will issue a warrant for the apprehension of any euspectcd person, and then

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He paused abruptly. "Then what?" replied Lord Damer. "I sh^.ll have the painftil t*sk of apprehending a lady whom all tho world hold* in high honor aad esteem." "Tha: ia to say you will charge—-nay, I cannot bring myself to utter such false words, so shameful, so false—you will dare to itifliet this crowniDg injury on toe lady I aoi proud to call my wife?" "It must be so," said M. Dupre. "tiuppose," continued Lotd Damer, "that any new evidence comcs to light, and shows you the case under quite a different aspect what then?" "I should be haartily pleased but do not give way to vaia hope, my lord. From the first I suspected mora in this case than meets the eye. I was puzzled as to the motive that motive is clear enough now either the young man lost his life that the sscret should be kept, or he was killed ia a momeat of fierce indignation I cannot judge which." "Does she, Lady Damer, know anything of this?" inquired tho mastor of Avonwold. "No. Our inquiries and suspicions have been kept quiet." "Then grant me a favor. 1 pledge ycu my word as aa English gentleman that there shall be no escape from justice. The arrwt ntcd not, you e*y, be m. de at once givo me three d.iys' respite it is not much to ask when the honor ot my house, the fair fame of my race, tha honor of my wife, are at stake—three days' respite. Will you grant it to me? It ia perhaps tbe first time thai a Damsr of Avonwold ever lud to ask a ^rac?." "I am willing, my lord," said M. Dapre. "It can make no difference." "It may make the difference of tha whole woi Id to me," said Lord Damer, with dignified couriejy, "and I thank you for it. I'Fay remain h«re, Monsieur Dapre. The Darners know how to treat a foe, and as sworn foes we Bjall hesceforsward meet."

M. Do pre iwed gravely. "For three day- I have the honor to bid yonr lordship adieu at the end of that tim* I shall return, ?.nd then justice must take its course."

They went away, and he was left alone. Ones ho was tempted to speak very angrily it was when he saw how ears fully the officer packed up those terrible proofs that would tell so strongly, he knew, against his wife.

Ha wag standing there trying to eolkct his thoughts—to n&rve himself to meet tbe every day duties of life—when hs heard tha sound of voic-:3 at the dDor. It wss a shock to him when he ssw the bright, laughing face of Eos?, and the calm, proud features of Isabel Damer. "Papa, do forgive me I waited until I thought y.a had forgotten ra». Do you reniimber having asksd me p.bout sons* papers?''

He loosed at her with the air of a man sho remembers with difficulty. Years seamed to him bad passed sinco then—• Icn :. terrible yeirs. "Lird St. Albans came nearly an hour since to ride with Rose, and is growing impatient," said Isabel D.truer, by way of csplanstijn. "Why, Karl, what is the matter with yon? How ill and g!'st!y you look." :se sprung tc his side with quick ceui-era. "You are ill, papa, and yon never told ns. Your face is as white as death yet have drop? like great buds on your brow your hands trembla. What is the matter?" "Nothing, my darling the heat is great, and 1 never couid bear this sultry weather the sunshine is enough to blind one."

Ho looked at her b«autlful face in an sgony too gmt for words. So bright, go

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He had been invited ta a royal Dall, and there met Hope Charteris and her sister, the lovely young Florence, who was fast taming all the wise heads ia the city. Be had fancied her about If, bat found she was 29. He had fallen most passionately in leve with her, and, knawing the name to be that of a good old family, ha had not hesitated in making her an offer of marriage. 8he loved him—he was rure of that— and her love had gone on increasing day by day. He did not believe her thoughts had ever wandered from him.

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yonng girl when he met htr, pure fair, and loving, living with her sister, who had been mother and sister to her.

What room had there been in that life for a secret The very idea was hateful to him.

Could it le that Hope had any mystery in her lifo? Gould there have been a aecret marriage, bitterly repented of, and kept secret ever since? or was it all a chimera of fancy Had his wife known Hope's secret, and, for her sister's^sake, involved herself in it?

He must find that out. If there was indeed a secret, it was Mope's. If there was any wrong, it was Hope's and no one living should attack any blame taK his bsautiiul, peerless, loving wifa.

CHAPTER LXII.

SORROW

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Then Lord Damer bethought himself of tke men who were waiting. He wasno nearer salving tbe mystery than ha kad been before.

He opened the door, fcd M. Dupre, who had begun to grow slightly uneasy, was the first to enter. He looked round, thinking that, perhaps, after all, he had not been very wiee ia trusting his precious proofs to the care of the suspected criminal's husband. But there they lay, untouched. "I should like to ask one question," said Lord Damer. "What step do you intend to take next?"

Uoomiag—kt yaaag loTar, aam of tka proudest race in a gland, waiting for har —and this foul charge, yet aaaxplaiaod, hanging over her mother. "Papa," oriod Rose, "lot aa set yoa something. Yoa are ill, I am aura." "No, darliag, do not kaep Arabia wait* ing. Never mind my papers, we will attend to them another time." "Let her be happy while she may," he thougLt "heaven only kaows how loagit may last." "I am unwilling to leave yoa, papa," murmured tho girl, pressing closely te his side. "Do yon think I eould eajey my ride with Archie, taking with ma tha memory of that pale face?" "Then I hope Archie will scold then is nothing wrong with me, darling ran away. I have business that must be attended to."

Rose left the room slowly, with tears in her eyes. Isabel Dimer threw herself in an easy chair, with an expression ef very ill hnmor. "Ami intruding, also?" she asked, satirically. "No," replied Lord Dasner. "This is a perfect house of mystery," she cried. "I cannot think what has come over it. Avonwold need to be all sunshine and now it is all gloom." "What do you mean, Isabel?" he asked, quickly. "I mean, Karl, exactly what I sav. There is an atmosphere of mystery that I do not like. I ask for Miss Charteris, and am told she is in her room unable to see any one I ask for Lady Damer, and after being put ofi, Heaven knows how many times, I go to her, and find her looking—I really cannot help the expres sion—halfcrsred. Yon are shut np here with strangers. What does it mean Is there anything wrong?" "You make mountains of trifles, Isabel," he replied, trying to speak cheerfully. "What should bis wrong?" "Nothing should be, bat evidently something is," she replied. "I detest myster'es." "So do I," he retorted. "You are making them* Isabel." "Ever since that uafortsnate affair, it has been the same thing. Surely, although we may be very sorry for it, we arft not to look at it at a family misfortune, are we?" "I am tired of discussing the at air," he Said, "and I must ask yoa ta exeaso me. Isabel. I have business."

He left the room with those words. There is something wrong, said Isabel Damer, with the air of triamph. "I thought I could not 1m mistaken. It was not in vain the soand of pattering rain drops was heard en th« night my lady eamo home."

Lord Damer want ta the morniagroom, where the ladies of tha house generally sat. It was empty. Ha wont te his wife's room, and rapped at tha door. Was it har voiao that bade him enter, a voice from which all the mnsis had died away? He entered, and tha strangest tight met his gas*. Hops Charteris wae seated there, and his wife, the heaatifal Florence, Lady Damer, knelt en tho floo^ at her sister's feet.

When she saw her husband's faee shs raised her hand? with a cry ht never forgot. "Oh, Hope I Hops! my dream has come true. Earl, what is it? If yea look at me so I shall die!"

But he, the loyal husband, the noble man, the chivalrous descendent of a grand race, knelt by her side, and elasped his arm around her. "Come what wiil, my wife," ha said, "we will meet it together."

CHAPTER LXIII. "I AM NOT OmLTT."

Florence, Lady Damer, looked np in her husband's face her beantiful eyes had in them nothing but the darknett of despair.

Oh, Karl! do not speak so kindly to me. I wish I had died bsfore yon had seen me. I wish I could die now, and save you the misery of my shame." ind the proud, beautiful head, that had never been lowered before, was bent nour, low as the dust. He looked at her in wondering surpiise. "I do not understand you, my wife. You can not for one minute think that I bo'isve this infamous story. Why, my darling! but for knowing what is due to the majesty of tha law, I would have trampled the soul out cf the man who dartd first to mention it."

He saw across the pain and anguish oi her face an expression of such utter wo: '', that he in his turn was puzsled. Hep-* Charteris saw that each one h»d •ing quite difieront in their .ia. il trl," she said, gently, "will you tell what you mean? «Slie does not i.-rstand you."

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But surely she knows, or why do I find her thus? Surely there is no other trouble hanging over us, none but this, that my wife and I can snare together?

Hope looked up at him great drops of silent fear gathered on her brow her heart grew cold she saw plainly enough they were at cross purposes. Floraccs imagined her husband knew tbe story ef Vomer's existence ho believed that sho had Lesrd thai shs was charged wi'h wilful murder.

I do not balisve one word cf it. Floy, my darling, oh, remembor always my love for yoa my faith in yon is untouched, unshaken. Ware tho proofs twenty times as strong, I should swear that accidental circumsUncsa had brought them together. L»ek at me, Bweet wife tell me I am right. Smile at me have n» fear."

Bat her proud head droepsd atili lower the goldea hair ewopt the l«orln its waviug, bright abundance Lord Bamer looked up in alarcs the fsco ha loved so dearly was turned from him. "Hope," he cried, "tell me, ia hoavea's name, what this means."

Cut she laid her tiembliag kaacs en him. "Be patient, Karl, only a few minutes be patiec tlisra is a mistake. Floy dooa not understand bf what shs i» aceasad." "Then why is she kneeling hero?" he persisted. Why not look at mo? why not help me to cloir her from this most foul charge?'

Then Mifs Chatcris took from tha table near her a folded paper, and hold it out to him. "This frightened my sister," sho aaid. "I found her weeping and bewildered over it."

L'ird Dsmer lead the little note that tho kind detective in hij anxiety had written, advising Lady Damer to leave Avonwold. A suspicion as to the writer crcso'l his mind, but he said nothing. "And this fruhttaed ycu, my datling?!' he said, tenderly. "The stupid, blundering mas, to fix such a charge on you—Ihe sweetest, the most genial of women if it were not too terrible it woGid oe absurd. It is of this very matter I have come to enoak to you. There is no misUke, hope.

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Florence, Lady Damer, clasped her white, soft arms round her husband's neck. She laid her beautiful head on his breast something of coafldence seemed resiored tn her. "Will you tell me what it means, Kail? I do not understand it. Why eboutd I leave Avonwold?"

Perhaps in all hia life Lord Daaer foaad nothing so difficult as answerisg that question. Knowing tke proud, tender nature of :be woman* he would have felt it easier to have broken any other intelligence to her than tv'is. "My icg Fioy, it is all a stupid misUk ti few words from yen wiil set it right. Yoa aan explain it all away. This note ia written by seme one who

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wishes yen wall, bat evidently helierm tke enaense." Shs raised her heaatifal eyes to his. "Will yoa tall see, Karl, what the nonsense, is?"

Ms wae qaito silent far some minutes and thea tha maranred words of a prayer loft his lips. I believe he wonld rather have faced a reffimaat of the most deadlr foea thaa have gene through that ordeal. "Yes, leve, I will tell yoa. Yon i«msmher the most fatal accident that hap pnnsdhere? How, en the rery eve of the fete that unfortunate Bab siatar was feu ad dead—murdered, they say?" "I remember," she whispered "bat Karl what has it te da with me? I was very, sorry, but "listen Fiey, Oar saperintendent,Serjeant Ayrton, mat to London for a detective—murders moat be paauhed—and this man, who came purposely to discover the crime, has been hen st Avonwold ever since." "Aad you never told me?" she said. "Whyshonld I, my darling? Whaf need to distres yon I wss advised not ts mention the fact ef this man's hated presenee, and I did not. I nbver dreamed of annoying yon with such information," "It might have been better," marmured che white lips, and then Lord Damer went oa. "This detective, said to be the most clever of 'his kind, has proved himself to be a terrible blunderer after all for his suspicious—oh! Florence, my wifa, pardon me that I must say such words do not hate me for them—his suspicious have fallen upon you!"

Her white arms loosened their clasp— her beautiful face grew rigid and terrible in its horror and fear. She rose slowly. and stood before him, erect and stately in her awful agony. "They suspect me she gasped "and why? tell me why, Karl."

Bnt it was,not so easy to tall. For the first time it struck him how awful those proofs were. "Yon must be brave, my darling," he said. "I am sure you can explaiu all that looks strange. You ask me why they suspect yon. Ia the first place, do you remember the golden and emerald bracelet that I *aye yon oa that very night?"

A sudden cry came from her white lips, and that ary told him she had never remembered the jewel from that hour to this. "It was found, rusted with dew and stained with blood, en the very spot where the murder wss committed," he said.

They aaver ferget the terrible moan thai seemed te sseape hsr, against her will. "i kaow that you aan explain how the jewel oame to be there," he continued, eagerly, "it only wants a few words from yoa, love, toast all straight."

Bnt the voice that answered him was aalika the veiee of Florence, his wife it was a terrible sound ef fear and woe. "Tell me what else? What other proofs? What cauee for suspicion? Do not keep me waiting, Karl suspense will kill me. "Oa that same*most fatal evening yen wore a dross—a pearl gray satin—and this man, with infernal cunning, has found his way into yoar room, Floy, and has there discovered the dress-^-ob, my darliag! my darling!—all stained with bleed!

Whiter and mere rigid still grew the beautiful face more awfalstill the look in those violet eyes. "What more?" she wispered, and in that moment those who loved her best must have wished her dead and at rest. "In the pocket-book of tke murdered maa was found a paper, Florence, and on it, in his own hand, is written, 'L»dy •amer's Secret.' Those are what they call proofs. I do not believe one word of them hut you, my darling, for the satisfaction of these wretched men, yon must explain them away."

Until the hour of his death Lord Damer never forgot what followed. She flung up her white arms with a terrible cry—a cry that haunted him—like the passionate -ispair of a lost soul, and then threw k~.self on the ground at his feet. "Heaven! oh, Heaven!" he heard her say, "my sin has found me out!"

She buried her fsce in her white hands, in the coils of rich golden hair, and then Hope knelt down by her si^e. "Florence," said the grave, kindly voice, "there is no need to despair. An angel from Heaven could not be more guiltless of this murder than you—tell your husband so."

But for all answer she sobbed aloud: "Oh, Heaven! have mercy on me!" [Ta be §9*tiruud ii% th-e SundarfExpreu.]

An Engineer's Story.

Raw lark Star. W. C. Rogers, a clean-ehaven, alertlooking delegate from Division 51 of Philadelphia, comes frcm a family of railroad men. His father took out, as conductor, tbe first train that ever w*nt over the Baltimore and Ohio, and many of his relatives are pit jting locomotives on roads east and west. He is First Assistant Engineer and Secretary of his division. He has stood in tbe loco motive cab twenty four year?, and is now xuaning oat of Philadelphia oa tho Wilmington and Baltimore road. Here isa story of bis that ij both thrilling and pathetic: One afternoon, twelve^rears ago, he was driving bis locomotive and nineteen cars ever tbe road at a speed of thirty miles an hour, when he saw oa the track before hiia a little black object that he took to ba iaaaimat*. As tbe ergiae sped nearer the obstacle moved and Roberts thought it must ba a dog. Three hundred yards- farther on, tha train still ruaaiag with no slackening of speed, the engineer made oat a little child itsadiag aetweea the ties and looking innocently at the coming monster. Roberts realized that his locomotive could aot ba pulled'Hp in time. The child mm! either move or be killed. His whittle sent out a succession of piercing shrieks aad he reverted his engine, ba'. still ths brseae and a gleeful expression on its faea. The engineer wis in an agony of despair. It flashed across hii mind that in smother second he would crush a little innoeeat about the same sge as nae he had at hema. He shnt hu eyes whea tbe engine was at tha spot where the tbild stood. A hundred yards farther on it c&in* to & standstill For minutes Roberts leaned against the siJe of fcia cab without finci cciusge to get down and lock at the baby's mutilated body. By this lime the cocdnc tor had hurried to where tbe little ore had been standing. He called to Roberts to come there. The engineer obeyed like a criminal going to the place ef execution but the next mo ment he felt that God had re prieved him. Sitting on patch of grass, the only soft place along the road for half a mile on either side, was thechi!d, safe and uahurt. as tbe engine, swaying under the reverse motion, rea hed her, the child had fal'en forward on the cowcatcher. The oouBlinghook caught ia her dress, and held her for an instant. Then a reel of the engine te the right threw her to one ride, where she fell on the gratis. Ose trifling bruise on the forehead was ie only mirk on her sii-i. Tha child is cow a yonnir lady, who lives en the line of the Philadelphia, Wilmington and Baltim»r« railroad.

Bisghautoi Republican: The train bearing Geronima aud his braves to Florida was ditched before it reached its destination. Perhaps ths railroad authorities were incen*e-1 because there werr so many scalpers al

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Aad aha had aa appetite. ,"

•r I wrapped her ap my tartaa, Like a math ia ita ahryaatia, While I bare the oatd like a Spartaa

Aad nekea'd it eimply bliaa.

•he qaoted sae Bans aad Kaiae, Aad aaag «t tha Leialei, Aad I held har haad—It was tiny—

Te thia woald never agree.

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I wished tha Oeraaaaie forever Wonld aail aa a cummer aaa. Bat ahe thought that tha gruff eld akipper

I vowed my lite te defend her Should we aplit on an iceberg er raei H- fiancee eame oat aa tha tender,

My air eaatlea all came te grief. —[Philadelphia News.

BETSEY PATTERSON PARTE.

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A Historic Beaatjr—Tba Widow af a Kta( In Har Old Age—Talao Teeth, •tolas Hair, aad the Jemplealea af a

Mommy. 8t.I«ela BepaUioaa. .. In an aristocratic peetiosi of Baltimore stood an old mansion which ^seemed to frown down upon its shoddy neighbors, and whose walls sheltered one of the most remarkable women of the age—a women whose history was intimately interwoven with that of the moBt wonderful man of modern times—Napoleon Bonaparte. Elisabeth Patterson Bonaparte had fallen from her hivh estate, and the widow of a king was living like any ordinary mortal in a boarding house. Here she passed an uneventful existence in one room, without an attendant, without a friend and almost estraaged from her own relatives wrapped in the mantle cf egotism and selfishness she lived alone ia

ana died unwept. In the dim summer twilight, seated at one end of the old-fashioned saloa, aha waa indeed a quaint figure. Her wiaened and wrinkled face and small, beat farm looked aa if it had stepped oat of a Datch genre picture, so foreign was it to all her sarroandings. Here she lived and. here ehedied snoompaased by a bevy of gsrrulons old women whose falaome compliment* gratifi-U har insatiable craving far aduiratien. Here she sat la the midst of her oourt, her throae an ancient wicker rogking ohair with a faded red cuahiou, and ia liea ef a soeptre she wielded, a turkey-tail faa, se dear to old-fashioned Southern Isdiea. Often withskeleton fingers she wonld beekon mr into'the aharmed circle, bat I always UL as if in the presence of the weird sis'. and I oould almost fancy ia the hil light I could aee them flying aw.'astride of broomsticks te hold ax.-h -t revel on the summit ef the Brou' Mme. B. always posed as a martiy, if the noble army of martyrs iscaaijo ed of such aa she, thea all mtn.ioa of them should be expun^M trom the prayer-book. She loved absolutely no one, and was loved by ae oae her sole God waa ambition, aad Msmmoa also came in for a large share ef adcratian. Her vanity was insufferable, aad she never conversed about anything but herself or what pertained to herself her tongue was as venomous as that ef the forked adder, and its sting as painful Her dearest friea or her dearest foe alike suffered, for she spared no one, not evea her own family. She wae that fro quent anomaly—a woman without heart. By defaming others, she sought to exalt herself oa & pedestal high above common mortals, nnd all feared but Bene esteemed her The atmosphere of falss friendship waa congenial to her temperament bnt even among her cronies her tongue get tbe better of her, and at times her eouri would retire, routed and discomfited under the sharp shower of infectives that stung like scorpions as they fell from her pitiless lips.

Her complexion bore a likeness to one of the mummies in the British museum, and her false white teeth gleamed between her parched lips with unearthly white nees. An uamistakable and disreputable looking brown wig crowned her blanched looks, and was, for better security, bound to her fcrehead by a piece of rusty black velvit, in the center of which shone a cameo ornament which she dignified by the name of a "ferroniere."

I have occasionally seen such in cM pictures. It somewhat reminded mo tf the fabled jewel In tbe toad's head. "Looking on this picture and thea oo that" I could fancy that a sorcerei'a hand had transformed her into the hsg she was. Her hands and feet were disfigured by rheumatism and appeared like knots on a gnarled oak tree. Her figore was spare almost to attenuation, and b^ngicg loourly on her shrunken limb3 waa a gray do beige dress maJe with a gathered wiist and plain round skirt, and this was fashioned in a skinpy style so as to avoid all waste of soateria! her feet were encased in white stockings, Bach as can be bought for about fifteen cents a pair, and her slippers were of old fashioned prunella without he !s.

Once shs made this epigrammstie mark, which wis to apropos that it could not fail to make an itnpres-ion. She said in her doclinTDg years: "Ones I had everything bnt money, now I have nothing but money."

To travelling she even treasured ap tke half consnreed candle ends, and boarded in her reticule th* superfluous lamps of sug3r that were l»ft ever from the coffee, hnd even utilised tha backs of old letters in carrying on her correapordence.

In ber eld eg*, wken rolling in wealth, she Pressed like a pauper, aad made the closest bargain possible far her food aad lodging. Occasionally, on plsasant days, she would order me te put oa my tkinga and accompany her oa a shoppiaj expedition. I enterilined a holy herrcr ef these jaunts, bat dared not rsfuw, sad meekly ellowed her totals my am 10 save b-r from falling as she walzed. Oa these occaeioss ehs would array herself in a black ailk that looked like tho castofl garment of a put age. This was sup plementi by a ruety black shswl and ct her bead she wore a black velvet bonnet of obioleto .' nhion. I was always oaviac ed that it (V» on# of tie -twenty that she broaght ver from hsr last Xuropeaa trip, aod which she declared should last the remainder of her life. So meanly clad was shs that a pus^ag stranger would atiaosfhave felt inclined to drop a few pennies ia her with^re-i haod. She was tbe dread and di-pp ir ni the Baltimore ehopkeepere, aad u-.i forced them to pull down evei?:bir£

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shelves and s«v«r pa.".'*.'"l anything but the very -cheapest arti.ies. ate w* recklees enon_.ti cn one «.-sision to spends dollar for a calico rr-t v, in which she appeared at breakf-t' he next morning, wearing on her he*^, a cotton bandanna hscdk-jrchlrf in the guise of a turban. See teeza^-.i to think tt at I was lost to all gsns of the useful and beaniifal when I refused to invest In a similar garmen', and drsciated freely on the ex travsgaace of ths ate. She really must have possessed en elegant wardrobe, but she had not appeared in any of these toilets since the memory of man. Why she hid them *y no one ever knew.

Among her reliei wai the gawn shs appeared in on her wedding night, when, in all the pride cf her youth and beauty, she stood by the side of a future ng ana I the words were pronounced tBstmide tfcem one for a brief period and tffo for alaost a century.

A looker ou thus describes ber marriage garments, which she eeerved in

taat to the day of her death: A short skirt of the sheerest India mu'l covered with rare old lace as fiaa aa cobweb it waa very narrow aad short iu: nr.d the corsage was extremely decollete, according to the fashion oi the day. Her cola ornament was a string of orieuisi pearls. Under thia ida tot b'.us'o, ye modern belles) she wore a single garment, aad as oar historian has cot designated it, wo will leave it to the imagination of oar readers. The observing gueet furthermore emphasises the scantiness of her bridal costume by decleririg that he coald have put it all in hia pocket. She kept most of her belongings under her eye, trasting in no one, and ininy of her valvables were tied up in bundles and piled indiscriminately on the 9o)r.

A VALUA3LE COW.

•ary Ana of St. Lsmb#rt an Attractive ftad VtlQtbla Cotr. Mary Ana of fit. Lambert's, the famous Co.* which Mr. Fuller has refused $26,0iK, ii in-Jeed a wonder tp lock at, even thousli the beholder-knew nothing of her mirveloMM butter record. She is a large specimen of the breed, and no jadge of a dairy cow wonld pes her unnoticed. In cilor she may be regarded as a solid fawn, wi'uh dark facings. Her horns are short, fine and crumpled. Her hesd is large, full in the fac? and a shade coarse at the muzzle. Hjr neck is long and fi le, with a prominence cf dewlap that does act add to her beauty. Her shoulders are very thin and fine, with considerable depth of brisket. Back of the shoulders she begins to widen out slowly like wedee. Her bodv is very long, with great depth through tho after portion of the abdomen. Her ribs are ions, fli' and open, with an unn -uai stretch between the laat rib and the point of ths h-p. Her hip bones are wide apart and prominent, and the distance from the point of the hip to tbe toot of the tail. Her stifles are deep and well developed, her udder extremelv Inrge and perfectly formed, and for large and tortuous milk veins it is doubtful if she has an equal living. She 1-toks to be a cow of extraordinary conati tut ion and vitality, and except that her itUking habit shows marvelous develop rasnt, she shows no signs of tbe wonder fal milking tests to whioh she has been subjected. Te all appearances Mary .lane is BOW the very picture of rugged, robast health, and is now unquestionably as fit if aot indeed fitter than ever, to champion tho claims of the Jerseys in a hatter test. She app srs to be an exramoly hearty foeder, ia. fond of being petted, singularly cool aad free from nervousness, aud, in short, the very ideal of a dairy eew fully in her prime, and absolatelv free from faults or ail meats ef any kind.

•a Bad the Orit a Reporter Mast Have. Ihe Dry Soada Ghroniele.

Some fonr years age four merchant creditors from aa eastern city stared in the same train of cars for the purpose of attaching the property of a certain debtor ia aa interior town. He owed each one separately, and each was suspicious of tha object of the other, but did not d»ie say a word about it, although they wera all acquainted. When they arrived at the staion, which wax two or three miles from where the debtor did business, they found bnl a solitary cab, to which all rushed, 'fhm got in and refused admittance to tht fourth, and tho cab started. The fourth ran after and got upon the rutside wifcb the driver. Ho eaked the drive if !.e wanted to sell his horee. He replied that he dil not want to thit he was no worth more tbau fifty dollars, but would not sell him for that. Re askeo him if he would take $100 for him. "Yes," aaid Jehu. The fourth man quickly paid over the money, took the reinB and backed ths cab up sgairiel tho bank, elipped it from tke harness and tipped it up so that the door eould not be readily opened, jumped upon the horse'e back r.nd rode off at a quick lope, while the insiders were gating out of tbe window He rode to a lawyer aad got a writ made out and served and his debt secured, and got back to the hotel just as tho "insiders" came up puffing and blowing. Tbe cal man soon bought back his horse for $50. The "sold men" offered to pay that eum if tbo fortunate cue, who found the prop erty sufficient to pay his debt, wouidnot "let ou" about the aft lir at home.

Matrimony Badly Mixed. Maw York Horning Journal. Four newly arrived Germans applied to Detective Groden yesterda) to employ somebody to marry them Cestle Garlec. Mr. G.-oden, being of a wind heart, immediately fctarted out to find a miuis ter. He succeeded, ihe Rev. Mr. Ivers aaid he would willingly marry thw people, and together tin rioltctire aud minister started for Canie Guden.

In tbo commisaiouers' iteMiog room they found tha four people waiting. The min'g er instructed Grou' to pair thrm ofi*and be would marry them ail &t ouce Tbo four people coi.:-iated cf a young girl named CitheriKe Ij.tccb, a young tnuii aamed Gotth-ib Merer, and an oliitr coup's nai^td B'izi ICrcch and Abrcru Schithl.

Groden concluded thil the young people would of course prefer to msrry exeh other, and the older ono^ likewise wed io sinsilar fashion. He pliced them ac oordingly anJ so they were married. Not until tha ceremony was over did tbey learn of their mistake.

Tho older man was to have married tke ycaag girl and tho older w*man tke young man. There was weeping ard wailing, bat the deed was done axtd their fate settled. Groden didu'ttemaia to see tho couplet part aad agree to livs cut the mistake. "I don't know what they'll do," siid be last evening,-"I'm sure it vr.is to fault of mine that they s«re married. Why did thst young fallow ever waat ts marry a women old enough to b# fci grandmother, anyway?"

PsMIe Conveniences New Yolk Ghonhi iy. Pall Kail Oex!tte.

Paris is trying sn experiment wfci has long ago been fsund to answer in Italy. On one of the bou evards a establishment has be»n opened lie personal comfort of Parisians. You a wash jour hands, have your cloti.?s brushed, yo^r boots cleaned. You r. write your letter.?. Pspar, pens, ii i, ete are at your di.j. 's In nno rot ars til tho newspaper*, not mersiy cl Paris and the province?, Iu' of all tbe great oo'.A.n entil copitals. A third room idevotid to works of rcferencr, e-jrye! pedias, dictio -ari.s aod direct rj-« There is a tchp'jo-Mrand a p-»,!»filtso, a-»d all this is open to any /•iss-:r by

A BRiTISH VIEW OF GREAT STATUE.

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pay* ha'fa franc iiIm'siiuu. Tne I---.1 lan id^a did »t go quite so fsr, but isoias ra»p ts it w^.s more urjful. was not a private spscui »ti*»n, a-' goven:mr:it c.-nce n. In ftct, it wa« of the working of the poatil service oconatry. You pxid a c-ntrar cf fee, and found all t^e mca^s of wsi'.:-j aad all the information you miaht at band. Ytu buy pi|er at co»t «-r: e. aod iiavo tke use of writing grat jitou*'» The Freiich irstituiion i« a sps.-viUti-and if the bui'ding just opened on ti. Boulevard Mo'itm^rtre c*erfs, doubt we shall others established over the capital.

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A Great Work cf Art Though not ta tha Best Sense. An editorial in a recent number of the I-ondon Times is devoted to the dedication ceremonies cf tho Status of Liberty. It designates the whole a^sir ss beir a curious f-siiva!, and nrfcs why liberty should be exported Jrcci France, which has so lirtie thereof, to Aus^ric-r, which has

muc'i. The artiole ij written

throughout in aa r.ttosetl't-r rpitefnl and contemptible vein, which bows but to.^ elearty the prevailing slousy of tbo -United States in Great h-itaiu, as we:t as thi old hatred ri France. M. Birtholc'i is designated as en Al3S!i*.n e-ulptor, .win is a pio--nou'icei Republican, with a propeiij-ity for d.Mr-«t tilings that shall insure hitu sgaiast ob-curi'y and oblivion. 0' ih« statue itself, it s^yj: A heiiht of 15') feet i?, to »y the less', respectable. It beats tha U.imejes of Eiiy' t. It beats iheOolo-s isof Rhodes. Above ail to, the •treat iisfaction rf tbe French sculptor and of iiis itamittee, it ver/ iLeidt-dly biMisth* Arniiniua of the Teut^burvrerWald, the iioperioniSc-ttion of the

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iu« ot G?ruany. Hct down tbe Trafalgar S'q'iHrr, the lidy with her uplifted torch would r**ob, eTcludlfjf her pedestal, pretty nearly to the top of the Nelron column. Iu one sense thia ifl a great work of art, thonjh p?rhaps not in tbe bust sense, for great artists do not in-do-ge in tours de force. It is quite enough, anvhow, lo have taken old M. de Lff?erf« acrosi tho A'lant'r, and to heve led bim to fall on M. Spuller'x neck at the reception on Tuesday nigb^ and there to embiaco him in an ecstacr of fraternal and republican enthusiasm.''

A Tigress in her tnugKery. Bo«t Homo J-o.vr.fil. A i'^s'en lady who lia3 just returned from abroad totls a vaiy-fiinusing story tf row a lady of tho American I.eirntion iu l'aris paid her respects toOuuia. Mrs. Bigelow was in Florence. She desired to ?ee Ouida. With Mrs. Bigtlow to desire to do a thing is but ono Mep troni dn. it. She, therefore, drove out to Ouida's ar.d presented hereelf ia her usual and emphatic way at the door. She wss abowa into a reception room, and in a vry loud voice stii to tho raids ''Would you tell Mile, ce la Ramee that Mrs John Bigelow, of New Yoik, would liko to speak with her.

Hardly had the message been given when a voioa from tho uext loom was Heard ia tonea equally loud to reply* Toll Mra. John ll'gelow, of New Yorkv hat I don't want to sen her or any othei America^ I don't like them." ilrs. Billow roee and answered tho invisible lady of the house with "Yon ought to ba ashamed of yourself. We're the only fools that read your nasty booka, anyway." "In another moment the] (wo well matched women wore face to face, ami within half an hour tbe novelist wss ur ing her American caller to become her guest." "Do come and stay a month with mt," she urged. "I should so enjoy etiidyin* your character." "Twould do you good,"

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flow's quick response, "you don't woo*, to have known any decent women."

Authors nr Work In Washington. W»«hincton LettarDatrolt Trihinu. A greit iny authors cam* to W.vL iogton to jot nccers to the the congressional and dspartmeotal li ibarkx It i: said the go^ornmenthe e!)f, morcetinJ. ard aud historical loo«s, not government publications, than cou'd bo hiulfC on oil freigh'. trains. There ita t.r.( *v load at the Cflpitol alono. Among th who have been here Intely to avaii t!i_ selves of this mass of books

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»,ruor Albert G. Fortfr of Indiana, whs. is preparing an excellent hin'ory of I.'* State, lie Biavwhit surprise mi by »omarking one d*y, while re, that found the libraries very inadequate his demands. "An author," he said, "c.anot f,* what he wants from any library. Wr mmt buy the booKi he wants. And wauts a grtat in my. I hsve iuiu: bookseller's publication in New Yori •ilmost invalasble service. 1 have .* chased a good many raro books siilr"' the past year or two, and li -»ve done »a thr.iugh tf.ii puMioation. 11 inserts f: ofciiarji the ativt-ri^rufnts ot those vti.-. want to buy books. One can learn ti versstility of prices for the same w*-f-by thin means. remember to have leived auswers ircm one ndveriigemt-u

iving price? for a rare book itli tho riy 515 to $45. I took the lowest ffic aud found the book good as ::cw. Th»*T isa Bea of books in Washington many."

A Lady ''as WM Not a Lady'' itChurch, Pall MM1 Gmatf c.

Miss Fanny Vsudfer, Isdy of in .'«- pendail means, was summoned te i.,Manchester Police court tho othsi 5--» for violvjot'and ttidi-c^nt conduit in ti Chuoh cf 8t. John the Evangelist Otic.rhsrn. It

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morning t-:!) do'end^nt mado a noi»e with h' umbrella, an.l from t's».i in time during (!t» service the ra^^th? iront til tb» p^iv Very loudly wilhir-t book. iiiia niuo coughed i-i a ri ciiiiar manner. WUo tbe curat' ~. beguiusr.g revl the fiu1. lew." fookir.g toward the o'.erxyinaa, dei.'.v «.ttly pu! ber lJbum! to htr now. aad been guilty of suca conduct !£... and egaio. Tho defendant s:iid tb. pie insulted her in church and they 'lens wfre always fitting round ber. m?C',!rite tboPsjht Mi« V/.udrey nnder a delusion. He aiijonri ed ii ,V6 for a m^ntb and remarked th?! uld certainly b-j Qn«d if she coBdu, herielf ia this manner sijxin.

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Camilla Carina. It is said that ir. the spring the h"' K--fiies all go from e2?t to wrst. VK nol so sure about tliat, but is cerUi at this eeaioo, "when (ha lauves e/u fall," may ba seen every

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cubitus fact of nitaral liistcy. full gtown butfeiflies ?.re rl! flyint cis wrd. Now and then a email om. play snd feed iibout in different tior.s hut tbey, loo, rre Fteadiiy iLv-iriab'y toward the eaat. ly a largo one will bait a c.Oioeut -. snd the-i tc-3 aioog in the same t?--. ti in. W'e bit tilkiog to a frirnd r*. •u tour Monday morning, v.fib an •4{ice of a hundre'i yar-'s nr mors .'iit^'.y in fror.t of »t», and comt.-.i ti -. •n'gra ii (j pilfiiius f):iMi*r,g Iwfo.y xv^'agia% ouu to tvery uiinu o. •tda «y ba seen iu the op tt "vcods.

niTa aul Chick-so.-, For c-ii rmsiji". t.r 1--?«!«• f,iver B-'jj'i'ntr.r in a .u cm r-C)mrc-nd it t» rv-/ •. ivin^ rbc T^t medietas-v I -r the nlKive cr,c,p'siota. la ws'!i mr chifk^o*, f.:r cholera mix it with !«•.» as-i !ii otce a d^y. By thi^ •re• UJ V« rorc Vlw-re the -eu'au--proasp'ly asd rrvnUriy.

«ad tr..J,s, for hi ttnii, I glv.?

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11 -VlTl'x hfcth Stcart Ptieloi ir n-: Mme io r^tir- m?r.t at »er -j.i'H PiJjidi**," Ul'^ucssttfr, AJ wf.. 3 |i» •-aiitr.sUd.