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At the aanae time Matilda's heart • welled ag-ain with the sense of her injuriea; and yet she was unprepared for the faee that met her eyes. Surely her rival had lioth looked and spoken differently the night before? And yet she had been so agitated that very likely her recollections were not to he depended upon. “I—1 did not want to see you," she said, and her voice shook, as much from timidity as righteous indignation. “When 1 tell you who 1 am. perhaps you will guess why. I am Matilda Collum. ” Miss Parkinson showed no symptoms of remorse. , “What!” she cried, “the young lady that Mr. Tweddle is courting? Fancy!" “After what happened last night," said Matilda, trembling exceedingly, “you know that that is all over. I didn't come to talk about that. If you knew—and I think you must have known—all that Mr. Tweddle was to me, you have—you have not behaved very well: but he is nothing to me ar.y more, and it is not worth while to be angry. Only, I don’t think you ought to keep the ring—not that ring!” “Goodness gracious me!" cried Ada. “ What in the world is all this about? What ring oughtn't I to keep?” “You know,” retorted Matilda. “How can you pretend like that? The ring he gave you last night at Rosherwich!” “The girls mad!” exclaimed the other. “He never gave u^' a ring in all his life. I wouldn't have taken it if he’d asked me ever so. Mr. Tweddle, indeed!" “Why do you say that?" said Matilda. “He has not got it himself, and your sister said he gave it to you, and —and 1 saw it with my own eyes on your hand!” “Oh, dear me!" said Ada, petulantly, holding out her hand, “look there—is that It? is this.’ Well these are all I have, whether you believe me or not; one ledonged to poor mother and the other was a present, only last Friday, from the gentleman that’s their head traveller, next door, and is going to tie my husband. Is it likely 1 should tie wearing any other now?—ask yoursedf!” “You wouldn't wish to deceive me, I hope," said Mali! la; “and oh! Miss Parkinson, you might be open with me, for I'm so very miserable! 1 don't know what to think. Tell me just this: Did you—wasn't it you who came last night to Miss Tweddle's?” “No!” returned Ada. impatiently— “no, as many times as you please! And if .ffolla likes to say I did, she may; and •he always was a misehief-tnaking tiling! How could I, when I didn't know there was any Miss Tweddle to come to? And what do you suppose I should go running about after Mr. Tweddle for? I wonder you're not ashamed to say such things!" “Itut," faltered Matilda, “you did go to those gardens with him, didn't you? And—and I know lie gave the ring to somebody!” Ada began to laugh. “You're quite correct, Miss Collum," she said, “so he did. Don't you want to know who he gave it to!” “ Yes,” said Matilda, “and you will tell me. I have a right to be told. I was engaged to him, and the ring was given to him for me—not for any one else. You will tell me,Miss Parkinson, 1 am sure you will?" “Well.” said Ada, still laughing, “I’ll tell you this much—she's a foreign lady, very stiff and stuck-up and cold. She's got it if any one has. 1 saw him put it on myself!” “Tell me her name, if you know it." “I see you won't be easy till you kn*iw all about it. Her name's Afriddity or Kroddity, or something outlandish like that. She lives at Rosherwich, a good deal in the open air.and— there, don't be ridiculous—it's only a statue! There's a pretty thing to be jealous of!” Only a statue!” echoed Matilda. “Oh! heaven be with us both, if—if that was it!” Certain sentences in the letter she had returned came to her mind with a new and dreadful significance. The appearance of the visitor last night—Leander's terror—all seemed to point to some unsuspected mystery. “It can't be—noitcan't! Miss Parkinson, you were there; tell me all that happened, quick! You don’t know what may depend on it!" “ What! not satisfied even now?” cried Ada. “Well, Miss Collum, talk about jealousy! Hut, there, I’ll tell you all I know myself." And she gave the whole account of the episode with the statue, so far as she knew it, even to the conversation which led to the production of the ring. “You see,” she concluded, “that it was all on your account that he tried it on at all, and I'm sure he talked enough nlionf you all the evening. I really was a little surprised when I found you were his Miss Collum. (You won't mind my saying so?) If I was you, I should go and tell him I forgave him now. I do think he deserves it, poor little man!” “ Y’es, yes!” cried Matilda; “I'll go— I’ll go at once! Thank you, Miss I’arkinson, for telling me what you have!" Aud then, as she remembered some dark bints in Leander's letter: “Oh, I must make haste! He may be going to do something desperate—he may have done it already!” And leaving Miss I’arkinson to speculate as she pleased concerning her eccentricity she went out into the broad street again; aud, unaccustomed as she was to such expenditure, hailed a hansom, for there was no time to be

lost.

She had told the man to drive to the Southampton Row Passage at first, but as she drew nearer she changed her purpose; she did not like to go alone, for who knew what she might see there? It was out of the question to expect her mother to accompany her, but her friend and landlady would not refuse to do so, and she drove to Millman street and prevailed on Miss Tweddle to come with her without a moment's delay. The two women found the shop dark, but unshuttered; there was a light in the upper room. “You stay down here, please,” said Matilda; “if—if anything is wrong I will call you.” And Miss T'veddle without very well understanding what it was all about, and feeling fluttered and out of breath, was willing enough to sit down in the saloon and And so it came to pass that Matilda burst into the room just as the hair- | dresser was preparing to pronounce the ,

inevitable words that would complete the goddess's power. He stood there, pale aud dishevelled, with eyes that were wild ami bordered with red. Opposite to him was the being she had once mistaken for a fellow-creature. Too well she saw now that the tall •nd queenly form, with the fixed eye*

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MATii.nA hvrst into the room. and tinted mask, was inspired by nothing human; and her heart died within her as she gazed spellbound upon hex formidable rival. “ Leander,” she murmured, supporting herself against the frame of the door, “what aro you going to do?" “Keep back, Matilda!" he cried desperately'. “Go away—it's too late now!” A moment before, and, deserted as he believed himself to be by love and fortune alike, he had been almost resigned to the strange and shadowy future which lay before him; hut now— now that he saw Matilda there in his room, no longer scornful or indifferent, but pale and concerned.her pretty gray eyes dark and wide with anguish and fear for him—he felt all he was giving up; he had a sudden revulsion, a violent repugnance to his doom. She loved him still! She had repented for some reason. Oh! why had she not done so before? What could he do now? For her own sake he must steel himself to tell her to leave him to his fate, for he knew well that if the goddess were to discover Matilda's real relations to him it might cost his innocent darling her life! For the moment he rose above his ordinary level. He lost all thought of self. Let Aphrodite take him if she would, but Slatilda must he sa^-d. “Go away!” he repeated; aud his voice was cracked and harsh, under the strain of tioing such violence to his feelings. “Can’t you see you’re — you’re not wanted? Oh, do go away—while you can!” Maitlda closed the door behind ln*r, “Do you think,” she said, catching her breath painfully, “that 1 shall go away and leave you witli That?” “Leander," said the statue, “command your sister to depart!" “ I'm not his”—Matilda was tieginning impetuously,till the hairdresser stopped her. “ ^ ou are!” he cried. “You know you're ray sister—you've forgotten it, that's all. Don't say a syllable now,do you hear me? She's going, Lady Venus, going directly!” “Indeed,I'm not,” said Matilda,bravely!" “Leave us, maiden!” said the statue. “Your brother is yours no longer, he is mine. Know you who it is that commands? Tremble, then, nor oppose tile will of Aphrodite of the radiaot eyes! ” “I never heard of you before,” said Matilda, “hut I'm not afraid of you. And, whoever or whatever you are, you shall not take my Leanderaway against his will. Do you hear? You could never be allowed to do that!” The statue smiled with pitying scorn. His own act has given me the power I hold," she said, “and assuredly he shall not escape me!” ■Listen," pleaded Matilda; “perhaps you are not really wicked,it is only that you don’t know! The ring he put— without ever thinking what he was doing—on your finger was meant for mine. It was, really! He is my lover; give him hack to me!” ’Matilda!” shrieked the wretched man, “you don’t know what you’re doing. Run away, quick! Do as I tell you!" ‘No.” says the goddess, turning upon him. “in this, too, you have tried to deceive me! You have loved—you still low-—this maiden!” ‘Oh. not in that way!" he shouted, overcome by his terror for Matilda. There's some mistake. You mustn't pay any attention to what she says; she's excited. All my sisters get like tnnt when they’re excited—they’d say anything. ” “Silence!” commanded the statue. “Should not I have skill to read the signs of love? This girl loves you with no sister's love. Deny it not!" Leander felt that his position was becoming untenable; he could only save Matilda by a partial abandonment. “Well, suppose she does,” he said, “J'm not obliged to return it. am I?” Matilda shrank hack. “lih. Leander!" she cried with a piteous little moan. “ You’ve brought it on yourself!" he said; “you will come here interfering!" “Interfering!" she repeated wildly; “you call it that! How can I help myself? Am 1 to stand by and see you giving yourself up to—nobody can tell what? As long as 1 have strength to move and brealli to speak I shall stay here and beg and pray of you not to he so foolish and wicked as to go away with her! How do you know where she will take you to?" “Cease this railing!” said the statue. “ Leander loves you not! Away, then, before 1 lay you dead at my feet!” “Leander,” cried the poor girl, “tell me; it isn't true what she says? You didn't mean it! you do love me! You don’t really want me to go away?” For her own sake he must be cruel; but he could scarcely speak the wordf that were to drive her from his side forever. “This—this lady, ” he said.“speaks quite correct. I—I'd very much rather you went!" She drew a sobbing breath. “I don’t care for anything more!” she said, and faced the statue defiantly. “You say you can strike me dead,” she said; “I am sure 1 hope you can! And the sooner the better—for I will not leave this room!" The dreamy smile still curved the statue's lips, in terrible contrast to the inflexible purpose of her next words. “You have called down your own destruction,” she said, “and death shall be yours!" “Stop a bit,” cried Leander, “mind what you’re doing! Do you think IT) go with yon if yon touch a single hair of my poor Tillie’s head? Why, I’d sooner stay in prison all my life! See here," and he put his arm round Ma-

tilda’s slight form, “if you crush her you crush me—so now!” “And if so,” said the goddess, with cruel contempt, “are you of such value in my sight that 1 should stay my hand? You, whom I have sought but to manifest my power, for no softer feelings have you ever inspired! And now, having withstood me for so long, you turn, even at the moment of yielding, to yonder creature! And it is enough. I will contend no longer for so mean a prize! Slave and fool that you have shown yourself, Aphrodite rejects you in disdain!" Leander made no secret of his satisfaction at this. “Now you talk sense!” he cried; “ I always told you we weren't suited. Tillie, do you hear? She give* me up! She gives me up!” “Aye," she continued, “I need you not. I'pon you and the maiden by your side I invoke a speedy and terrible destruction, which, ere you can attempt to flee, shall surely overtake you!” Leander was so overcome by this highly unexpected sentence that he lost all control over his limbs; he could only stand where he was,supporting Matilda, and stare at the goddess in fascinated dismay. The goddess was raising both hands, palm upward, to the ceiling, and presently she began to chant in a thrilling monotone: “Hear, <) Zeus, that sittest on high, delighting in the thunder, hear the prayer of thy daughter,Aphrodite the 1’eerless, as she ealleth upon thee, nor suffer her to lie set at naught with impunity! Rise now, 1 beseech thee,and hurl with thine unerring hand a blazing holt that shall consume these presumptuous insects to a smoking cinder! Hlast them. Sire, with the firewreath* of thy lightning! hlast, aud spare not!" “Kiss me, Tillie, and shut your eyes, said Leander, “it's coining!" She " 0 nestling close against him, •nd coulu not repress a faint shivering moan. “I don't mind, now we're together,” she whispered, “if only it won’t hurt much!” The prayer uttered with such deadly intensity had almost ee is -tl to viorate in their ears, hut still the answer tarried: it tarried so limg that Leander lost patience and ventured to open his eyes a little way. He saw the goddess standing there, with a strained expectation on her upturned face. “I don't wish to hurry you, mum," he said, tremulously; “but you ought to la- above torturing us. Might I ask you to request your—your relation to look sharp with that thunder-holt?” “Zeus!” cried the goddess, and her accen was more acute, “thou hast heard —thou wilt n it shame me thus! Must I go unavenged?" Still nothing whatever happenened, until at last even Matilda unclosed her eyes. “Leander!" she cried, with a hysterical little laugh, “I don't believe she can do it!" “No more don't I!” said the hairdresser. withdrawing* his arm and coming forward boldly. “Now, look here, Lady Venus," he remarked, “it's time there was an end of this, one way or the other. \Ve can't be kept up here all night, waiting till it suits your Mr. Zooce to make eockshies of us. Kitlier let him do it now or let it ahvie!” The statue's face seemed to be illumined by a stronger light. “Zeus, 1 thank thee!” she exclaimed, clasping her pale hands above her head; “I am answered! I am answered!” And, as she spoke, a dull ominous rumtile was heard in the distance. “Matilda, here!” cried the terrified hairdresser, running back to his betrothed; “keep close to me. It's all over this time!” The rumble increased to a roll, which became a clanking rattle, and then lessened again to a roll, died away to the original rumble, and was heard no more. Leander breathed again. “To think of my being taken in like that!" he cried. “Why, it's only a van out in the street! It’s no good, mum; you can't work it; you'd better give it up!" The goddess seemed to feel this herself, for she was wringing her hands with a low wail of despair. “Is there none to hear?”, she lamented. “Are they all gone—all? Then is Aphrodite fallen indeed; deserted of the gods, her kinsmen; forgotten of mortals; braved and mocked by such as these! Woe! woe! for Olympus in ruins, and Time the dethroner of deities!" Leander would hardly have been himself if he had forborne to take advantage of her discomfiture. “You see, mum,” he said, “you’re not everybody. You mustn’t expect to have everything your own way down here. We’re in the nineteenth century nowadays.mum, and there's another religion come in since you were the fashion!” “Don't, Leander," said Matilda, in an undertone; “let her alone, the poor thing!” She seemed to have quite forgotten that her fallen enemy had been dooming her to destruction the moment before; but there was something so tragic and moving in the sight of such despair that no true woman could be indifferent to it. Either the taurt or the compassion, however,roused the goddess Li a freuzy of passion. “Hold your peace!” she said fierfely, and strode down upon Leander until he beat an instinctiue retreat. “Fallen as I am, 1 will not brook your mean vauntings or insolent pity! Shorn 1 may be of my ancient power, but something of my divinity cleaves to me still. Vengeance is not wholly denied to me! Why should I *ot deal with you even as with those profane wretches who laid impious hands upon this, my effigy? Why? why?" Leander began to feel uncomfortable again. “ If I’ve said anything you object to,” he said,hastily. “ I'll apologize. I will—and so will Matilda—freely and full; in writing, if that will satisfy you!” (TO BE CONTINUED.) Common Sense. Should be used in attempting to cure that very disagreeable disease, catarrh. As catarrh originates in impurities in the blood, local applications can do no pel maneut good. The common sense method of treatment ia to purify the blood, and for this purpose there is no preparation superior to Hood's Sarsaparilla. Hood's Pills cure constipation by restoring perisiaitic action to the alimentary canal. The sense of touch is dullest on the back.

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PERFUME FROM POTATOES. Not the Kiml Fecullar to the Ilatherj Kltchan. There Is one odorous essence in very common use, said an Indianapolis physiclan recently, «<f which the majority of people know nothing whatever. This is potato ether, distilled from potato spirit. No one would suppose that humble vegetable capable of yielding a perfume. Yet it does yield three, and very good ones they are. They go by the names of pear, apple and grape oil, from a resemblance between their odors and these fruits. Confectioners use them largely to perfume their finest candies. Chemistry tells some queer stories about perfumes. It is found that the sole constituents of juniper oil, the otto of rosemary and that of lemons and turpc*ntine are really the same, seven parts carbon, with one of hydrogen. We cannot combine these substances so as to form any one of the perfumes mentioned, nor explain why, with the same constituent parts, they exhale odors so different. Eau de cologne, which won fame and wealth for not only a family, but a city, is really indebted to the orange for most of its charm, there being four different perfumes distilled from it which are used as ingredients in eau de cologne. Went the Whole I-ongth. Faddy has been telling the story of a big pike he caught—too big to get into the boat, so that he had to be towed behind (with the gaff in it, it must bo understood). Then followed this dialogue - "What weight, Paddy?" “Divil a know I know, but he was an ojous baste.” “Was that the biggest you ever saw, Paddy?" Then a description of the biggest. “What weight, Paddy?” “Sorra a bit I know—he was a ter-

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“How big, Paddy?" “Sure, 1 can't tell to a fut or two, but a man could walk down his throat." On this incredulity; but Paddy "clinched the matter and silenced ail controversy" bj' adding: “Wid his hat

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Sl\r Feed* thr Animals. The landlady of a large boardinghouse has much to worry her, aside from the grumbling and open complaints of her guests. “I say, madam,” said the new boarder, who evidently set up to be a funny man, “how long have you been a prisoner in this menagerie?" “Well, now, that’s strange!" replied the lady. “I had never thought of it in that way. ‘Prisoner’ isn’t exactly -the word in my ea*e. I'm the keeper, you see. because I feed the aniuiaL,. Some of them hare been here j for years, and some have just arrived, i but they growl ail the tiiau.” •

Unlike too many periodicals which seem to exhaust themselves with their Christmas issue, The Art Amateur, maintaining its steady level of excellence, opens the new year with every indication that during 1895 the artist, art student, aud art lover will find as useful a teacher as ever in this always practical magazine. One of the color plates for January is an exquisitely delicate reproduction of the profile of a beautiful woman by Albert Lynch; and there is a sunny landscape called “The Old Sugar House in the Woods,’ - by D. F. Hashrouck. Eight pages of practical and not too difficult Working Designs as usual are given for Wood-Carving, Embroidery, China and Glass Painting, Pyrography, etc., and there are many more working designs scattered through the profusely illustrated pages of the text Among the practical articles are “Drawing for Reproduction," “Drapery upon the Human Figure,” “Pen Work for Photo-Engraving,'’ “Flower Drawing In Pen-and-ink,” “Flower Painting,’’ “The Value of Criticism,” “Figure Painting," “Designing for Lithographers,” “The Abuse of j Color," “Glass Painting in Vitrifiable Col--.® ors,” numerous articles on China Painting, “Painting on Tapestry Canvas,” "Hints for Amateur Metal-Workers,” "The Care and Framing of Pictures,” “A Mother’s Bed-room,” “Notes aud Hints for Art Workers," "A Useful Book Case,” and “Talks on Embroidery.” Nearly all these articles are practically illustrated. T ie special artist for the month is William Adolphe Bouguereau, numerous examples of whose work are shown, including a very fine double page wood-engraving of the famous “Voice of Spring.” There is the first chapter of ‘An Art Student’s Year in Paris, which will make many an American girl long to join her, aud tlie editor in his “Note Book” as usual gives some very valuable points to art connoisseurs as well as some timely cautions to those who would like to become connoisseurs. Price 35 cents. Montague Marks, Publisher, :3 Uniou Square, New York. Of the white population of America only 8 per cent are unable to read or write. It Mui/ Do us Much for You. Mr. Fred Miller, of Irving, 111. writes that he had a Severe Kidney trouble for many years, with severe pains in his back aud also that his bladder was atfected. He tried many so called Kidney cures but without any good result. About a year ago he began use of Electric Bitters and found relief at once. F.lectric Hitters is especially adapted to cure ol all Kidney aud Liver troubles and ofter gives almost instant relief. One trial will prove our statement. Price only 50c. for arge bottle. At Albert Allen's Drug Store. Leunliauk once examined a section of human scalp that had nearly 12,000 hairs to the . square inch.

Hurl,leu’s Arniea Solve. The best salve in the world forCuts, Bruise Sores, Ulcers, Salt Rheum, Fever Sores, Te ter, Chapped Hands, Chilblains, Corns, at all Skin Eruptions, and positively cur *’ile». or «<• pay requl-ed It «t gnarucUu to give perfect satisfaction or money r funded. Price 25 cents per box. For sale ! Albert Allen ij5j Huxley’s tables of the weights of mi shows that the human body is made up of different elements, of which five are gas and eight solids.

Ilelief in Six Hours. Distressing Kidney and Bladder disease relieved In »!t hou-s by the "X<-v, - '’re' South American Kidney Cure.” Thi8~nev remedy is a great surprise on account of it exceeding promptness in relieving pain ii the bladder, kidneys, back and every part o the urinary passage in male or female. I relieves retention of water and pain in pass mg it almost immediately. If you wan quick relief and cure this Is yourr remedy Sold by Albert Alien, Druggist, Greencastle Ind - lylO The French paper called La Practician sayi that 1,HE,500,000 people die during each cen

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Enights of the Maccabees, The State Commander writes us from Lin coin. Neb., as follows: “After trying othe - medicines for what seemed to be a very oh stiunte cough In our two children »e trier Dr. King s New Discovery and at the end o two days the cough entirely left them. W, will not be without it hereafter, as our Tx perieuce proves that it cures where all othei remedies full." Signed K. W. Stevens Stit Com.-Whv not give this great medicine trial, as it is guaranteed and trial hottlcs arr tree at Albert Allen s Drug store * r ‘ Regular size 60c, and $1.00 Children Cry for Pitcher’s Castoria. Children Cry for Pitcher’s Castor!^. Chiidren-^Sry for Pitcher’s Cqfttoria.