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1ERBE HAUTE, JULY 13,1878

THE ROSE.

'as 1 taa weary of the gaiden^^r Said the roae For the wlpter winds are sighing.

All m7 playmates rouad me dying And ray leaves will soofc be lying, 'Neath thecnowr. "But I hear my miatreaa coming,

Said the roae

She will take me to her chamber, "Where the honeysuckles clamber, And I'll bloom there all December,

Spite the snows. 'Sweeter fell ber lily finger

f.ss d* Than the bee! Ah. how feebly I rwfcted .» Smoothed my thorn*, and e'en assisted 'l Ab

all blushing

I wu

twirled

Off my tree. 'And the fixed faltfTn Iteffosora Like a star And I flashed there all the morning, Jasmine, honeysuckle scorning, Parasites forever fawning,

That they are.

Every night.

mnt*

'But when morning with its sunbeams Softly shown, In the mirror whereahe braided Her brown hair, I saw how jaded, Kf |i old

Aid colorless and laded, I had grown.

m€'*

All my perfume bad departed, 1 lay pale and broken-hearted uiuiiii in thesun.-^-

r"%tin,

I said, her smileis better

jA *1 Than the raini

And with crinwm kisses make me

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Y0XlUg

*tal

Half sigh......

a8ain-

,fj .M

'So she took me gajsed a second.^,

»lttNjftThen, alasrcan hearts so harden? ^Without ever asking pardon, "Threw me back Into the garden,

Thereto die.

•:i }»«"How the jealous garden gloried A ^^^How^he^honeysucklee chid me, How the sneering jasmiaes bid me gray ^raw tba'

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'There 1 lay beneath her window, In a swoon,' *,TiU the earth worm o'er me trailing.

fts**

®®Woke mejnst at twinght failing, tiAs the whip-poor-will was walling, I .mm .v 'Vat I hear the ltorm»Windf stirring ..

In their lair j^r «l And I know thkVsebn will lift me tvjifeln their giant anns, and sift me .i •into ashes as they drift me ....

Through the air. ^a3£t ^3:L goT pray them in iheir mcrey

ij-i .v Just to take »rr Trom my heart of hearts, or near It, »»frhe last living leaf, and Dear it

To her feet and bid her weer it

When the Ship Comes Home. *~r

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WALTER BKSAXT AND JAMKS BIOS. ^Authors of "The Golden Butterfly," ets. cs^ ii *o wit CHAPTER IX "rot covvmnom',"Mii

Mr. Baldwin's words were con**y«d: (o the outer office, aod, being, curie us und inexplicable words, wero repeated among tbe clerks. To them the atory of Q«orge Warneford was ao old and aliao«t forgotten thing, so that tbey did not oonnectit with Mr. Baldwin's ex-

re»lon. One of thea), however, when heard them, tremfeled and shook. He was so nervous and agitated that be could do no work that morning. His hands could not hold the pen. Hit mind would not take in the meaning 'of the words which be had to read.the flgares danced before his eje», and amidst the butt of those who cfctne and went ne heard nothing but the Voice of Mr. Baldwin, which repeated, "Innooent? Then Ood forgive nsall!'

Forgive wnoinf Samuel Pringle's Oheeks wete Whfte when Helen asked blna lor news of his brother but bte lips wero white when he thought of what these word! might mean to him* •elf.

Might mean? Did moet eeitaibly nwin, There waa no doubt in his mind at all that the young lady was come to Mr. Baldwin's about that old business! Of George Warneford*»—a business which bad ruined his own life andde-i strayed his peace. If tbe innocent man haa suffered, much more had he, the guilty, endured tortures of repentance and belplMS remoree. There was no way out of it now, except to con fees end take the eonseouelices.

He sat oot the dreadftil boon, full of unspeakable terror, from ten UU one, and then, taking his hat, went out when his turn oame to take his dinner.

One thought always comes to the gttllty—the thought of flight. _As he •merged from the offloe where he had expected all the morning to feel the hand of arrest, it ecttmed to him that

He looked sp

ild bastenlo his lodg few neoeasary •tticea, and then bo ot, aomewhere anywhere—out of danger.

Exoellent thought Hewaa athAftf young man, who did not apend all ofhla email salary, and had a nttle money with wbiob he would pay hia Due to America. He would wine to tbe office and aay that he waa called away on ur* gent buainesa, but would be bade In a weeks then be would not be missed, Onoein America, and on bis way to the Weat, he would be safe from pursuit, and they might prove whatever tbsy tilted about himself and George Warne-

Excellent thought! He lived at lallnston. He took a cab, and drove to hia rooma in hot haute, mad to bemy from thia dreadfol ftar which stung him like a hornet .And not only to be rid of thia fear of detection and arreat. but also of the alow devouriof flres of remorse, which had never left him tor a aingle moment, slnoe the day wbeo George Wameford had been sentenced for a crime which be had never committed.

So good and wise a plan did it sacim to him, so praotioal and so original a math* od of ahaklng oil the lnconvenlenoea of remorse and anxiety, that when beaten-

Gnd,

out of his bedroom, portmanteau in aud aaw who were waiting there to frustrate hia manoeuvre, he

fell

faini-

in«t on the floor. His visitors were John Wybrow and the young lady be had seen in the of

fice. For Helen lost no time. She droye

words aa ahe oould, told blm what wai neoeasary for him to knoW. Said Jobn Wjrbrpw, promptly,_J| know that fellow Prlngie. He It acm and a aneak« I always thought be waa capable of villainy, and now I know It. He lathe maifwbo did it not his brother at all. Now, Bflsa Elwood, the Ant thing he will do is to run away.' •Ron away!' oat that. They, alwifri dp 1^ felfopp like Prinsle. He hasnTt got the pluck to stay aad^raaen itout. Tb« neotieo of his brother's name will make him suspect that the worthy Tom has let It all out. He will nln tfway and we must atop him.'

John wasted no time In going to the office of Batttrick and Baldwin, but drove straight to Plngle's address, rightly judging that, If he was going toes-

city,

v'iMi «'And when evening came aha'set me In a vase v*t yu All of rare and radiant metal.

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And I felt her red lips fettle A

On my leaves till each proud petfil Touched he aer face. 'And I shone above her slumbers

Like alight

And I said, instead of weeping. In the garden vigil peeping, Here I'll watch my»i*tr«« sleeping'

pass his packing, an

Samuel bad finished was Joyously bringing his portmsuteati from bis bedroom, he-found this pair of conspirators ready to receive him, and the shock waa so great. that be fairly swooned away.

When he recovered be found himself on the horse hair sofa

which

apartment.

The words rang in bis brain. Who were those who chiefly needed forglv nese& And by What snflering was thai forgiveness to be arrived at? He clutch ed tbe head of the Bofa and groaned In hismiaery.

mV'IKlOne/nof

one single 4»y. Wbl ahould I auffer: mote?'

It' nevier occurrM to Ms disordered' brain that they realty-had no proofs .of, hia guilt. He. assumed al once that all' was known, and they hM the pb.wer of giving^hlm Into OlMitbdy on the charge of forgery, aggravated hy tbe fact that he had allowed pnotber ta be convicted of

Tbeo Samuel Prinzecriedand wept he rolled hia head upon toe pillow, and wlahed he waa dead he moaned and whined he declared tbat he repented, that be alwaya bad rapeoted, that there was no man in the world, more repentant than himself and thin, because no anawev came* but evei^r time that be raiaed hia eyee he met the ralentlen gaae of John Wybrow and the steady look 6t Helen El wood,' he ^drawled bn hia kneee to the latter, tfbd, aelring her hand, implored her to f^give him, and to let him go. •Tottevenwoman/h»a«M. 'Women

Warneford if the atory does come out Helaout of prlaon. Ilearned that irom mybrotbtoreomethree yearaago. Tom saw him at Melbourne, walking about. It wont do him any goood and, oh! think of wnattt wlH fie&Mftel'

Helen drew her band gwny« but made no reapopise. What, Indeed, could she

^Hr. Wybrow ls hard und cruel. Oh, much harder than I abould be Mr. Wybrow was In my place." He looked up fhitively at hia enemy, who atood riotiottleM, with the peb fn bfia hand. *Many a time I have done Mrw Wybiowi work la the office, and said nothing about it. toehk to him, voung lady. You've go* a kind heart, know you have. £«alt to him fer aa*. TW1 iim that I will ge atralgbt away out of London, and be ahall never Me me again, ahioe he hatea me ao. Straight away at, onoeIwm^ andaaforGwgeW ford. If more doee he want? Putting wont do him any good. Beartdea"

form of John Wybrow.

man. tureent at once. •St do

decor-

His head was diz

ana heavy, and it was some minutes before he remembered what had

hap

pened and where he was. Then he sat Up and realised the position. 'Innocent? Then God forgive us fll

Before him atood John Wybrow, look ing hard, atern and

pitiless,

and at tl

table sat the young lady-he bad

vuS 'Not a drop of dew was on me,^ •Never one From the leaves no odors started,

Been

Mr. Baldwin's- private room, and her

^'®.'SS

hd^row,

.,ou

have had a fright at the office you have come here with tbe intention of running away to escape arrest wo bave caught you in tbe act of packing your portmanteou and we db not intend you -to run away. Not yet.'

The miserable man's lips were parted^ and his tongue clave to 'the roof of his mouth. fNot yet,' repeatedI John. 'What—what am I to do? Why do you atop me? Wbat bnsiness Is it yoiirs?' asked Pringle, bardiy Knowing what he said. 'Surety yoti know wbktvou hat*e to do?' aahli Helen, Jfi her- low, steady ^^ngte shook hia heMd."w

4out

'Hereis paper.' John opened a desk an4 toojt

some sheets 'Hernia ink.

Here is a pen. Will you write a full ac-: count of It, now, at once, or shall I ttenaj forttpoUfieaaanr 'Spare me!'cried the abject criminal. •Mr. Wybrow, what busines^ is it jf yours? xounglady, wbat have you to. do withnnola story,eight years old? It all happened when I was a boy—very little moire than ^.K^y. I have never been happy since, net one single dayV Is j»t my misery Other clerks can ^ul, iirid enjoy tb thing never lets

4And

CptM aaid Jobn.: tMj»aa«nii#C yonr ner hesitation. Spare you?.

iSamuel PHngle, Of ill ttietf Htltigon this' «artii, there4s notonoWbols not more' worthy to be spared befote you. In all the orisons in thp world there is not a teriionuial 'i|6 b)A«kh«lftti»d as yotirself. They hate done the: things for which

crime.' Samuel buried hia face in bia bands. •The convict's dress .yon have made George Warneford wear, yod shall wear yourself tbe miaeryryon have brought on him, you ahall ieel yourself, and worse the disgrace Which llestipon him and hit shall 1M twnftferted to you-atid yours. Your name ahall be a by-word of execration and reproach. People who bear it shall be a)sba^aed to have such a name.'

Warne what me in he

threw thia outaaa lastalK^jwtly, ^sr Dont persecute a poor repentant sinner—dont be unchristian. Tblnk of yonr own alia wnt|hf yoa*ve got any, but perbape Mr. Wybrow has —liUle onea, not rng onee l***.mine— and then how you'd feet if yon bad sudh a crime as I have weighing on your mind, and taking the taste out of everything you put Into yonr mouth.' 'Now, Mr. Pringfe' Interrupted John Wybrow. *we have had enoogbof j«ix whining. Stand op and write at this table.'

Samuel obeyed, ao fcras standing «p went. It waa a groggy sort of standing at the best, aod be IWt,if he feltanythat he hardly looked his

beet, and 1 at all, thi »r Ida long in and aandy

thing beat, for hia thin

hardly bent beneath him, hair waa banging

over hia forehead, hia leen arms buny

helplessly at bia aides, and hia eyss were red and awollen. He looked at bia portmanteau and at the door, but between the door and himself stood the stalwart

TBRHB TTATTTTC SATURDAY EVENING MAIL.

Samtfid Pifngle a brave

Samue 'Take the pen.' Samuel took the pen In his shaking hand, mechanically drawing the paper before him. •Now write/ asked ele ^ofin. flamnel made a 1*?*•IfT WHte,' he aaid, imploringly, will yon rive mAa' chanoe of eacape afler-

What am I to write?:

*B^ln looked inquiringly John Wybrow.' The Criminal caught the "ghmee

n'5

"1":-

•Only a aingle ohauoe give me butone plead-

«Writeflrst,'i!ald John Wybrow. 'I wlU make no conditiona till 1 rave got a confofcaion.' ..

Pringle dipped the pen in the Ink. John began to dlcnte:

4I,

Samuel Pringle^-' 'I. Samnel Prlngle-r' 'Will you kindly look over his shoulder, Miss Efwood? John was trying to frame a form of words

which

should at

least be binding. The difficulty waa that be replly knew nothing, anM#d nothing to go ppan but bi4 own strong suspicion%. After a few mopenW 6f qeslta' tlen he began again. Helen stood hefting the trembling, clerk, on .whoae ior^head thr bead^ o/ agony gathered

lufel 'Prtagle. noW a cl^c of ten

years'sta tiding, in the house of "Batterick and:Baldwin-r-/7J. a b, ':l .,. •-. s, 'Battejick an^2^Al4^inf?i repeated Pringle. •D^lare and cdnfoss that tb# f. forwbichGeerge Warneford waatrl eight yearn ago, and aentenced to twenty years qt penal servitude,, was not committed by bim at all.' •obxord,'1' groaned the waiter—'not committed by him at allt? »u--I "^hat he

twa%

entirely ionocent of th

offense that it was committea withou kufewledfce 'that' H#'!wi#wfoiig^ found sroilty that tbe real *rtaiinal*ia aUU-aTlvge*'

i»^entabt naif !£1

diutiHelen'e Jnoe abowed no«lty. Tbe WfeiOf^iH^fiilJwi^r with •Still at large. O&itihe. other forger4 lea and eniibettMm^n»' laid to George Warneford's charge "werecme andail -the work ofthesameniai^ ,whQ basdiitherto

Pdpunl8hm6nt/the

I further declare that the real

forger—' •I can't write it4' #j aculated tbe tnhin.

peare aa Qh, Mr.

once, not

b, and it's unchristian to*^tt8e It. ^ybrow! wbat s^re weif

not Christians? \t,

choice.'

rwe

are

?,.,

'Thst the resl forger wfts ttij^elf, and BO'dthett*''- .ia Ji f.i.riS," Helen placed tbe pen in the norvelepsj ingers from which it had dropped. -l

iwktlthe

wordi,' she said.-

b6I can't, Icin?t. It'aall true, a* /you knowp Mr. Wvbrowi butI fifn't write the words. I feel as if tbey were sentencing Die toa prison.'' •Very likely fhey will,' said John.

She signed. The, retailed man od whining and pleading In the aame key about repentance, ahout the wicked waste of trouble in raking up old matte rs,about tbe certain death uf. George Warneford but his words fell unheeded on her eara. She waa thinking onlabout tbe Joy and thaokfulnesa whio ahould be theirs when ahe bore to Geocget Warneford the paper ao dreoioueto them

John folded np the paper and laughed. •We have won, Miss Elwood,' he said. •You shall tell me Afterward, if you will, what you have Won* You. know what ia my prlas.' »•, .,1

Then be turned to Pringle, and Jiis voice changed: •If I had worda—if theire were worda in the language to express the unutterable loathing and disgust that I feel for you, I would use them. But there are no words strong enough. Yon have signed, however. We have you now utterly In our power. If you are to expect any thing atall from ua—the slightest mercy—you will tell us tbe whole atory without evaaion or concealment. Out with it!' •You will be merciful, then?' cried Pringle, as* he saw the paper folded in Jobn"a pocket book, and deposited in a place of safety.. 'If I tell you particulars that you Would not get from any one else, you win have a little pity? Tblok of 1^ Mr. Wybrow, a whole life spent in prtson. Ifl tbonght it would bs only ten yearn,.I aboul^not mind ao aaueh. But aUfef never to^ont^dn never

to be free never to do what I like never to be without tbe dreadfar convict dress! Ob! I've dreamed of it night after night tUl I know itall or heart, and the mbery of It. Oh,Hr. WybroW, be merciful

Cy full* 'Sit orda as you can, the whole history.' Doee the story need to be toll at length? *ne altuatiota la known. A weak and eowardiy lad, In lb# handa of hta unserupuioua brotber, wse made to do anything. A check book waannrlolned and Kept In a aafe place by Toin from time to time, whenever the tipportonHy seemed fcvoraWe, drawn with tbe name of lh» Am te|i4

Sit down again, and tell us, in aa few wordaas

tecUon wsa difficult, because the crafty Ibm took cbargeof tbeabeeka Saaroel,

did tbat^etinto uw m^dopO* •I put It there,'aaid Samuel. *Tom told mo to. I overbeatii Mr. Baldwin talking to the manager of the^ank knew that tbe IbrgerteaweM going to be found o«t I waiehed from where I eat

1 could

check

ses Mr. Baldwimthrough a

corcer of tbe curtain I saw him draw a

and

place It In an envelope. That

was the day before Warneford was

caught. He left tbe envf|rpe on the table, I put. the laat cbeclt 1 haU lOrged in an envelope exactly lito. hia own., made excuse fw colnginto bis oflu* —I diattred the eitvelopea^ To*n aaid it waa twVal^chance te_tMhw.staipicion on aomebdlfy else. «o# should we know frat George Wameford would be the one Murtom it would fall? It was not oDMMtlC ?We bad to look out for curselves—Tom and Mr. Baldwin lOieked up the envelope when be went

Helen made an Involuntary gestorf of disgust. 'Tfte laughed, miss, not me. I repent ed. repented at once, and the money -^hundreds of pounds it was—tbat Tom had through me, never did him any good. I always told hira.it wouldn t. Oh, It's dreadful story andaomehow Mr. Wybrow, now tbat I've told the whole of it, I feel eaalerin my mind.'

John Wybrow whispered a few worda to Helen, tbeo turned to the man again. •Look here, you have told us, I believe, pretty well the whole truth. Of course we don't believe a word about your repentance, and ail that. Repentance, indeed! But you bave.done.ua, IhVbltintarilV, a serffce. Now", in re turn, Miss El wood, this young lady'— Samuel Pringle' bowed, as if ihe were being introduced to her—-'bas cons^fttpd ^A 'The act of grace Is this. You shall have twenty-four boura' atart after that time a warrant will be taken out for your arrest, and you will take J21ir punishment If you' are caught Tbe punishment will be heavy, and I ancerely hope you will, be No»

He pointed to the dobl*.

cferk ech-^

yotmg lady, help hlm^fco es-| it cant ido George ish-

oed. cape al Warnef«Japy goo«l. tp see htm punls ed. He^S aead ndw. I am suro that he'a deiatf else lie -woutd have com© .jl-hA .ai ,q?- .!*! nr*:nt'*{

one day. And to morrow la Christmas eve. Let Itnth keep the Jesat witb a joyful beart.'

*Not .till to-hiOttfW evening,H"John IV^jbrow. If you cannot wait for four-and-twenty hours, what will, yon think Of toe when I tell you that I have Waited) fortbree yeari?'

rMil

aimpiy.

a 1

With a heavy-groan he obeyed. •Myself I Oh, MfdJ Oh, Lord! What welwr

Reluctantly lie slgned ihe jiip^r. 1 'NoW, Miss ElWoodi' aaid John, two will witness thlsalgnatureu'

vwe

It .was Helen's turn w.fremble when! Ahe signed her name is' wb%f th# wlt-j nessee. Pbr what did ifribean to her,

ery of all

dear, the bearing back to George Of her goideb sheivea, a victory! rwovth. to all tbe Othe* victories in tbe world.

34,5'

Samuel Pringle seised his portmanteau and vanished Looking out of tbe window they aaw him running^ down tlie street till he caught a c^b.iin which he drove away. •There will bo no warrant in Ws c^se, IsuspectfMie* El wood. (Wemust now—'. •Waltfa moment.'' 6m cried.'' 'My heart is too full. Tell rti,' ^he said, after a pause—'tell me, does this cobfesslon quite,, quite free- George, from all suspibton?' 'It does. I am no lawyer bxft I hta certain does. It will at least elear blm in the eyes of. Mr. Baldwin and ^the world. Misa JJ1 wood* you have ,help^a me to a wife let us go to Ruth.* 'Nttt yet,* ebe said 'J[ watit to"get at the other man first, and I must wait. I want your advioe and. help. My btaio Is troubled with j6y. Let ua keep this thing to onrsel viBS

for

one day yfet—only

Uiii

'You» Miss. Elwoedf' 2 ^#air 'Yea George W%ruefprd and ,-Tb^ la my secret. You have won a wife and! a «*ter,"too, because I am tb be mirrled to George Warneford.'

John jtook h«t hand, and kissed it. On' second tbought he scooped andrkisMd* ner oh tbe forehead. .. ,. .. 'YSb

T^lll

b6 ohr sister*' he fcaid.j

am viii^y glad: Whsre is

George?'. It. 1 He here In London. There is another of my secrets. He* la at thenrofessor'SWitb me—'

!\u

'lathe aame bouse as Ruth?^'?^ 'In the same boose as Rutb, and she doea hot know. Once ahe. thought she kneW his voiee, but it passed off. He is witbme as my brother, «b tbat we eau travel together. Ruth doea not suspect. But .to- morrow ahe. shall hnpw/„

John took her hotne. Id the front room tbe gas was lit, tor the professor was instructing a select class. Behind tbe blinds ^WRtttHjTHHT'Jbbn did not know this, and went away with a longrge*^arneford was pacing tfie room impatiently. He ^stopped with a' geature of "inquiry when Helen returned.,,, •Yea, George, ,1 have seen- Mr. BridWlb, arid have talked with, him, hud--atid—Ob, my deaf, dear kvVe, We who bave waited so long, can we not wail a little longer?'

She fell weeping luto his grms. He 'sbothed her and caressed hefr, arid tresently she lifted her head and raised ber i-':. •Let us remember,' she aaicU.the long and weat4 time of trial, and, with the remembrance, let us think of all that It the has done for u* how It clsared away the clouds of anger mid wvjenge whlcn lay on your aou! how It brought you back

It brought me the dearest and beat thing that can happen to a woman—the loye| of a good toan.' •Nay, dear,' he adid, 'but tbe love of a man who would fain be all that hU| .wife tbinka him.' •Wbt, that la It,' ahe aail. 'You thltik ne Mr hod pure, and I tiy to be fair and pureof beart.. I.thiuk you noble, and you make jour own nobleneeaout of love for me. What ia love worth, except to lead man and woman upward to the higher life?'

Then they were silent, and presently the old aailor stole in and joined tbem, withoutn word. .. •Georgei' she aaid, after a little—they were sitting according to their jrtd torn, aide by ride before the fire Croil waa in bia place, with hia nst tbe wall—1'George, what day la

agai tlur •It la the day before Christmas eve.' •I remember tbat day three years ago, George. There were three people on a little Met together. It waa a summer evening there, and tbey aaA cm fha haaab

behind tbem, where the white streamer floated sight and day. They bad been nsontbe on that

heaven,' ahe said. 'The daybefow Christmss eve, Ben—this is the tlsoe when we ought to put away all scrts of revenge."

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•Ay, ay. Xisa Helen, that's Very true

vouV I dofl^t harbor no malice aaainst no S,ne^except Boston Tom. He's got to swing then shall be at pcice with all mankind.' ^WeC'«nu»#? forgive^'!/ We can, even drst^i Torn,' she salifti •Wbat! forget a mutineer and a murderer, when I've got him under my thumb?'

The old man was inflexible on this point. Tbat Boston Tom should be allowed tofCaoape never entered his besd. It Ww,^! Jtiiything, apart of the great Mbeme of Christian forgiveness, tbat

K» —?nr« pnaltlvalv that jo banging abonld^come flrat. and_4ardon onecould have touched that envelope,! afterward. And the knowledge that he exaapt himself snd George Wameford. Tom waa in court when be swore to it, and when Tom told main the evening, we laughed—that la, Tom laughed till the tears ran down hi# feoe.'

had eaught him: at last tended greatly to aoothe nia aoul, aod prepared him for a fuller enjoyment,of that season whieh pffioe ima good will are specially preached to the na«ona of the earth.

Helen ceased to urge her poloU But, another pleader took up the cause of •take tne vtonrr. »o. Boston Torn." It Was a second letter letter^ohildr^n.'

from Rupert, written in "pencil and in haste: •Whatever you have to do with thia man/he wrote to Helen, 'must be done quickly. I think he Is" dying. Last night, after drinking enough rum to float a tbree decker, or at least one of old Ben'a favorite craft, and after coughing till he ahook the wallrof the house, he broke a Wood-vessel. We put bim tdbed, and ha went on drinking rum. I waa with him all night. I think, Miss wood, that I am getting rather tired of playing my part. The tilafee is a den Of thieves. The flve pound* arealready nearly gone* and tne woman -of the house is throwing out hints that more will be wanted before long.' Also I am expected tsnjiaai 111 the evening to

lubbers what dancing really means.

But

fc"

me hew always on the watch. B. L. •Pi 'S,—Tbey have bad a doctor to see him He reports that tbe patient, oan't last mor? Juan twenty-four hours. The woman has carried off his clothes, and 1 caught beTJl»eibrehing the pockets. Also Dan Mis0n baa been making observa-

ething for'hlmself otit of tke man's death. Act at once if tbere ia anything tobedono.'

Helen read thia lptter aloud and walted'for a response, looking to George fiAt."

Hethought for a minute .av, •If the man's teeUmQ^y is fo be of any usjjto bp got at

4We^an

going to cheat the allows, and no one to interfere but me. Think? Why, that we muat go to the nbarest polloe station arid iri^nlta, de& Oi'alnfe.w »W«i will go, Ben, you and I. No,

myself- with" Beb abd our ifHends. want you to remain wiiereyou are, «nkno!vjn #nd, un«us|»pt^duti^^he time

C0®

titm! (he tttrife! t)6 "Heliu, I

OSthidt believe tbe tiujo^ill ever oome.' 'It baa aame. 1

Georcet it is bere al

Roth, and fer me. My beajrtia very full

donc and this nlgbt. Jle|»e Gcsd, will ISmsh It. Do not wait for me. I am aafe

It was nine t'c)ock. A)i Helen opened the door a -van drove up, and a man, jumping down, be£an to hand out par•Herryou are, mias,' he said. 'Name,' LetnirtkV !A(d, •I ^u:.qpl. J*#*?. brlrig Iri the things.'

The professor dathe, Madhme being out on a !it()e Chrittma»marketingt

very

And

particular Care of that box.

Here yon ore, air—box for Mr. lemlre. Think that's all, air. You'll have to sign here—ao—and here's a letter'

By this time Ruth Warneford, Antoinette arid the children were gathered In the little hall gasing at the treasures which law piled one above the other, cumbering the way. Tbe professor, balandng himself .on his toes, gesticulated, laughed and remonstrated. But before they knew what bad happened, the man with the van had driven off, and tbey were left with their boxea. v, •But what does it mean? Is it St Nicholas? Is it the good Chrlstmaa felrfes? Is it a gin of heaven?' and the professor was helpless.

4My

dear young

lady,' he addressed Helen, 'I sssure you on ti»e word of an srtlst, that Iheresouroes of tbe Establishment at this gonO fkrtbertban tbeproepect

lag at

in the hope of pnrobartng that

a reasonable ooat and ham are torkey, eauaages, oysteis, pheassnt, wUddudt, wine—sr bilyCbampagne,yin de^aunpegiK!—French (duma, fruits, ood-llsb, bonbona. Children, children, vou aro about to taste unheard-of luxuries. It la a return Into Egypt.'

the box, fetber. What lain tbe

boxf

on HM mm, wnere tbey

to be prisoners for three years. All their hearts were troubled with a sense of wrong. Tbe older yeerniug for revenge ^poo.tta B«U»ien and murderers who had bfoo^M them there.' •He waa,'Said Ben.' •He'a yearning •till bnt hs'sgring to hove his revsnge *"^010 younger man.' ssid Helen, In her aoft, low v^ce,'wwaionging for avenge on tbe ntan who had brought him to f«Au* Was bn sot, GeotgaV* was,'aaidGeome.

Ben

produced tbat knife of bis, which when not In acave service in cuUing toboeoo, was nseftdaa a eerew-driver, or a crow-bar, or a maiiine-splke, or a hammer, or aa any ImptameiA likely to be required,on boaru a sailing ship. Wim the help of thia he opened the b«K tln wronh were covered with

said NetOe. This too

delieioos. Let us carry everything into the ill— loom All tbothings made gallant abow the has* flooHMMk a pietnrs might havo bee* palntsd and hnm| upon tbe

Plenty In the Olden Time. Tbe nana lay in an Inner circle, wummnded by the boxes of fruit and the case of wine. The barrel of oyateis formed a sort of tower in tbe center, end tbe children were gathered round the mysterious

box, over which Helen stood as guard. All was silent while she opened tbe first parcel.

was wrapped in tissue-paper, as ci&tly things sbculd be, and' on it was a card, 'For Nettie.' Opened, it proved to contain a winter jacket of the very finest and

best.

JXtb

The next was

marked,'For Char'otte.' That contained a brand-new dress,'warm and soft and so with all the rest. For tbe girls, dresses and for each of tbe boys—tbe barcels being labeled, 'For Gaspard, care of his father,' and so on—a bank-note, white and crisp.

Never waa such & Christmas present. •But nothing at all for Ruth?' cried •Oh^vRuth, it is shame!' "ou not better read' yoUr letter, asked Helen.

Ab, to be sure. Tbe letter! tbe letter! Now, it is strange that 1 should have forgotten the letter. Gaspard, my son,

Game, hero is a

'Intoteid of rsading it aloud, and at ^jnoe, he began by solemnly taking Ruth's hand and raising it to his lips with the courtesy of the^'ancient regime.'

Listen, children.

'For those Who love Ruth and have been kind to her.' •That ia all, children, that is all. The

Klessing

rofessor blew hip nose. 'Always a to us, from the day when God's

providence brought har to our homealways the aunshlce of tb&house.' •No, no!' cried iftutb. •Yon have been my parents, my family-rail to me.' •It ie^frdm her earnings,' tbe professor went on, 'from her poor earnings, that our Christmas fere Was to bave come, becausepl oonfeis tcf you, Mademoiselle Elwdodr thatart is not remunerative in this quarter. But pardon, •mademoiselle, yOn were going out when these grand thtngSarriug). You have delayed yourself on qur account.' •Yes, I heye to go 6ot .for an hour. Come thenf'good night, Nettle good night, children, alL I am sure you deserve alf Ore jgood fdttdncibftt can befall

ran after her.-

SHY LOOK TO ANTONIOt -•urns):*-# tOil'City Derrick.^ Slgnor Antonio, many a time und oft

In der WaWJifou have abused moK"About mine monies, und aaid dot

ltoolt mere inderest in a year "erbfineipal tas come to!1r

Till next Saturday! You aaid ao1 ), oM hafbocrtedthe Yon,

Like a

dog?

•i

Mt. Lemim-dlttO,dltto,boxes of pre served fruit—jbonbona—one, two, three, five, that's Tight. Very sorry, air, to be *0 late'.'* •Batihese ean't be for iriet' crled tbe bewtMefced professor.! 'Qoite.right, sip-r-qulte right ordered two hours sgo nothing to pay. Slop a minute! Pbeaaant for Mr. Lemlre— wild dut*. Mr. I*mire-^x*rs besd and Moulder, Mr. Lemlre. *But, mv friend I^have ordered none °'SdStaiSpsrdti ilid, slh Friend, I ppoee, ordered 'em all. Christmas you knpw. Hamper besides don't know what's in the hamper. Where's that box, Jim? We was told to take

iJad took a mortgage pn your old paid head! Don it?

This

is all the let-

o«v

tHelen, tell -me what do you think it means? Ia it John? Do' you think it is John?* 'My dear, perhaps it Is John. Do you remember the promise in tbe church?' 'Do I remembei? Ab, Helen, can I

f°3eien

do wltBotit It, George, but wcj

ahali be* atronger with it.' •Then I will go .myself and,get it out of him.'

Hsleri turned to Ben 'What do you think, BbhT

hurried away, btitasshe opened

the deor sbe beard the professor strike

Up a cheerful not* 'Now, children aM of the Happy round Plenty. Mademoiselle Antoinette will commence. Where, ob, -where ia Rupert?'

The joyful dance the Monument of

Aud when Madame Lemlre returned, bringing with her the humble leg or mutton, she found the children executing one of the professor's highest conception)—a Pastoral Piece—round sucb display of splendid things as even hhall Mhrket could not surpass. troiKcoN-rtmrEi).]

4QV

OJc

Pender Still haf lborns all wit Fovrit'VoumS^wi sufferance?—

MfeMltover, cut-throat, son-Ova-gu n,

Stofnies your suit den?

Js'a

goodncsa you haC more ehcqk ,« book agentf SHould I not said: HUadogmrtaeyT s^ ^.-emaon a t. Do aaon-ov-a-gun t.f Keep a pank ackound? Didn't ft been impooibility I

rShall I^bend Ibw. and in

bondsman's key,

MU batedbreath undvblspered humbleness Said this: Fair air, yon spit on me on Venaday laat You apurn'd me on Thureday, On Fwday you told me to tipe off

Anuafir auae you call me •Old 8U«Wn-dsr-rBUfl

«r.

teituf'Sh *k.'J

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Db. King's-

Compoumd,for

Dys

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liver is king, j/ j|

•Hie liver is the Imperial organ of tbe Whole human system, as it controlatne life, health and happlnesaof man. When it la diaturbed in Its proper action, all kinds of allmenta are the natural reeult. The digeatlon of the food, tbe movements of the heart and Mood, the action of tho brain and nervoua system, are all Immediately connected with tbe workings of the Liver. It hss been moeessfUlly proved thst Green's August Flower is unequaled In curing all persona afflicted with Dyspepsia or liver complaint, and all tbe numeroua symptoma that reeult from an unhealthy condition of the Liver and Stomach. Sample bottlee to try, 10 cents. Positively sold in all towns on tbe Western Continent. Three doeee will prove |hat It ie juat what you want.

For aale by Gulick A Berry and "by Groves A Lowry.

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