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A PAPER FOR THE PEOPLE.

A Perilous Secret

Br CHARLES READE,

Author of "Hard Cash," "Pat yonreeif In Hie Place," "It's Never Too Late to Mend," "Griffith Gaunt," etc.

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*1 SHABP PRACTICE.

Hope paid a visit to bis native place in Derbyshire, and his poor relations shared his prosperity, ana blessed him, and Mr. Hartley upon bis report for Ho waa one of those choice spirits who praise the bridge that carries them safe over the stream of adversity.

He returned to Sessez with all the news, and. amongst the rest, that Colonel Clifford bad a farm coming vacant. Walter Clifford bad insisted on a higher rent at the conclusion of the term, but the ten nan bad demurred.

Bartley paid little attention at tbe time but by-and-bv he said, "Did you not see signs of coal on Colonel Clifford's property '•That I did, and on this very farm, and told him so. But be is behind tbe age. I have no patience with him. Take one of those old iron ramrods that used $ to load the musket, and cover that ramrod with prejudice a foot and a half deep, and there yoti have Colonel Clifford." "Well, but a terlant would not be bound by bis prejudices." "A tenantf A tenant takes no right to mine, under a farm lease be would have to propose a special contract, or to ask leave, and Colonel Clifford would never grant it."

There the conversation dropped. But the matter rankled in Barney's mind. Without saying any more to Hope, he consulted a sharp attorney.

Tbe result fras that be took Mary Bartleywitb him into Derbyshire. He put up at the little inn and called at Clifford Hall.

He found Colonel Clifford at home, and was received stiffly, but graciously. He gave Colonel Clifford to understand that he had left business. "All thejjbetter," said Colonel Clifford, sharply. 4 "And taken to farming." "Ugh I" said tbe other, with his favor-ItosB-ort.

At this moment, who should walk into the room but Walter Clifford. Bartley stared and started. Walter started and stared. "Mr. Bolton," said Bartley, scarcely above a whisper.

But Colonel Clifford beard it, and said, burlesquely: "Bolton! No. Why, this Is Walter Clifford, my son, and my man of business. Waiter, this is Mr. Bartley." ^'Proud to make your acquaintance, sir," said the astute Bartley, ignoring the past.

Walter was glad he took this line before Colonel Clifford not that he forgave Mr. Bartley that old affront tbe reader knows of.

The judicious Bartley read his face, and, as a first step toward propitiation, Introduced him to his daughter. Walter was amazed at her beauty and grace, coming from such a stock. He welcomed her courteously, but shyly. She replied with rareanability, and that entire obeence of mock-modesty which was already a feature in her character. To be sure, she was little more that fifteen, though she was full grown, and looked nearer twenty.

Bartley began to feel bis way to Colonel Clifford about tbe farm. He told him he was pretty successful in agrioulture, thanks to the assistance of an experienced friend, and then he said, half carelesslv, "By-the-bye, they tell me me you have one to let. Is that so?" "Walter," said Colonel Clifford, "have you a farm to let t" "Mot at present. air but one will be vacant in a month, unless tbe present tenant consents to pay thirty per cent, more than be has done." a "Might I see that farm, Mr. Waited" asked Bartley. "Certainly," said Walter "I shall be happy to show you over it." Then he tnraea to Mary. "I am afraid it would be no compliment to you. Ladies are not Interested In farms." "Oh, but Jam, since papa Is, and Mr. Hope and then on our farm there are so many dear little young things little calves, tittle lambs, and little pigs. Little pigs are ducks—very little ones, I mean and there is nearly always young colt about, that eats out of my nand. Not like a rarm The idea!" "Then I will show you all over ours, you and your papa," said Walter, warmly. He then asked Mr. Bartley where he was to be found and when Bartley told him at the "Dun Cow." he looked at Mary and said, "Oh!"

Mary understood in a moment, and laughed and said: "We are very cornportable, I assure you. We have the parlor all to ourselves, and there sambung up, and oh! such funny pioana tbe landlady is beginning to spoil me already." "Nobody can spoil yon, Mary," said Mr. Bartley. "You ought to know, papa, for yoa

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gave half a start and said: '"Here am 1 calling her miss when she is my own niece, and, now I think of it. she can't be half as old as she looks. I remember the very day she was born. My dear, you are an impostor.**

Bartley changed color at this chance •haft. But Colonel Clifford explained: "You pass for twenty, snd you can't be more than— Let me see.*' "1 am fifteen and four months," said

So come and give your old ro ffian of an uncle a kiss." "That I will," cried Mary, and flew at Colonel Clifford, and flung both arms •round his neck and kissed him. "Oh! papa,** said she, "I have got an uncle now. A hero, too and (KM that is so fond of heroes! out of books.** "Mary, my dear," said Bartley, "rou are too Impetuous, Please excuse ber, Calonel Clifford. Now, nay dear, shake hands with your cousin, tor we must be going.**

Only this is my first—

Mary complied bnt not at all Impetuously. She lowered ber long lashes, and

pat out her hand timidly, and said, '*Oood-by,Cou«in Walter." He held her band a moment.aod that made her color directly. "Y come over the form. Can Have you your habit f"

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"No cousin but never mind that. I can put on along skirt." "A skirt! But, after all, it does not matter a straw what you wear."

Mary was such a novice that she did not catch the meaning of this on the spot, bnt half way to the inn. and in the middle of a conversation, her cheeks were suddenly suffused with blushes. A young man had admired her and said so. very likely that was the way of yonng men. No doubt they were bolder than young women but somehow it was not so very objectionable in them.

That short interview was a little era in Mary's yonng life. Walter had fixed his eyes on ber with delight, had held her hand some seconds, and admired ber to her face. She began to wonder a little, and flutter at little, and to put off childhood.

Next day, punctual to the minute, Walter drove up to the door in an open carriage drawn by two fast steppers. He fouiidMr. Bartleyalone, and why? because, at sight of Walter, Mary, for the first time in ber life, bad flown up-stairs to look at herself in the glass before facing the visitor, and to smooth ber hair, and retouch a bow, etc., underrating, as usual, the power of beauty, and overrating nullities. Bartley took this opportunity, and said to young Clifford: "1 owe you an apology, and a most earnest one. Csn you ever forgive me?"

Walter changed color. Even this bumble allusion to so great an insult was wormwhod to him. He bit bis lip, and said: "No man can do more than say he is sorry. I will try to forget it, sir." "That is as much as I can expect," said Bartley, humbly. But if you only knew the art, tbe cunning, tbe apparent evidence, with which that villain Monckton deluded me—$ "That I can believe." "And permit me one observation before we arop this unhappy subject forever. If you had done me the honor to come to me as Walter Clifford, why, then, strong and misleading as the evidence was, I should have said, 'A uuuvu fTOO| A ouuutu un cw*wf "rrw ances are deceitful, but no Clifford was ever disloyal.'"

This artful speech conquered Walter Clifford. He bfushed, ana bowed a little haughtily at the compliment to tbe Cliffords. But bis sense of justice was aroused. "You are right," said he. "Imusttry and see both sides. If a man sails under false colors, he mustn't howl if he is taken for a pirate. Let us dismiss the subject forever. I am Walter Clifford now—at your service."

At that moment Mary Bartley came in, beaming with youth and beauty, and illumined the room. The cpudins snook bands, and Walter's eyes glowed, with admiration.

After a few words of greeting he handed Mary into the drag. Her father followed, and he was about to drive off, when Mary cried out, "Oh, I forgot my skirt, if I am to ride."

Tbe skirt was brought down, and the horses that were beginning to fret, dashed off. A smart little groom rode behind, and on reaching the faim, they found another with two saddle-horses, one of them, a small, gentle Arab gelding, had a side-saddle. They rode all' over the farm, and itispect&l the buildings, which were in excellent repair, thanks to Walter's supervision. Bartley required the number of acres and the rent demanded. Walter told him. Bartley said it seemed to him a fair rent still he should like to know why tbe present tenant declined. "Perhaps you had better ask him," said Walter. J'l should wish you to hear both sides." "That is like you." said Bartley "but where does the shoe pinch, in your opinion?" "Well, he tells ine in sober earnest, that he loses money by it as it is but when he is drunk he tells his boon companions he has made seven thousand pounds here. He has one or two .grass fields that want arainirfg. but I offer him tbe pipes he has only got to lay them and cut the drains. My opinion is that be is the slave of habit he is so used to make an unfair profit out of these acres that he'cannot break himself of it and be content with a fair one." "I dare say you have bit it," said Bartley. "Well, I'm fond of farming but I don't live by it, and a moderate profit would content me."

Walter said nothing. The truth is, he did not want to let the farm to Bartley. Bartley saw this, and drew Mary aside.

Should not you like to oome here, my child "Yes. papa, if you wish it and you know its dear Mr. Hope's birth-place." "Well, then, tell this young fellow so. I will give you an opportunity."

That was easily managed, and then Mary said, timidly, "Cousin Walter, we should all three be so glad if we might have the farm." "Three?" said he. "Who Is the third?" "Oh, somebody that everybody likes and I love. It is Mr. Hope. Such duck I am sure you would like him." "Hope! Is his name William "Yes, it is. Do you know him?" asked Mary, eagerly. "I have reason to know him he did me a good turn once, and I shall never forget it.' "JU!

ust like him!" cried Mary. "He is always doing people good turns. He is the best, tbe truest, the cleverest, tbe dearest darling dear that ever stepped, and a second rather to me and cousin, this village is his birth-place, and he didn't say much, but it was he who told us of his farm, and he would be so pleased if 1 could writh snd say, 'We are to have the farm—Cousin Walter says so.'"

She turned her lovely eyes, brimming with tenderness, toward her cousin Walter, and he was done for •'Of course you shall have it," he said, warmly. "Only you will not be angry with me if I insist on the Increased rent. You know, cousin, I have father, too, and I must be just to him." "To be sure, you most, dear," said Mary, incautiously and the word penetrated Walter's heart as if a woman of twenty-five bad said it all of a sudden and for tbe first time.

When tbey got home, Mary told Mr. Bartley he was to have tbe farm if he would pay the increased rent. "ThaUs all right,"said Bartley. "Then to-morrow we can go home." "So soon said Mary, sorrowfully. "Yes," said Bartley, firmly "the rest bad better be done la writing. Why, Mary, what is tbe use of staying on now We axe going to live here in a month or two." *1 forgot that," said Mary, with a little aigh.~ It seemed so ungracious to get what they wanted, and then turn their qacks directly. She hinted as much, very timidly.

But Bartley was inexorable, and they reached home next day. Mary would have liked to write to Walter, aud announce their safe arrival, but nature withheld her. She was a child no longer.

Bartley went to the sharp solid tor, aod had a long interview with him. Tbe remit was that in about ten days he sent Walter Clifford a letter and thedraft of a lease, very favorable to tbe landlord on the whole,, but calmly inserting case unusual clause that looked inoffensive.

It came by post, and Walter read the

letter, and told his father whom it was from. "What does the fellow say grunted Colonel Clifford. "He says: 'We are doing very well here, but Hope says a bailiff can now carry out our system and he is evidently sweet on his native place, and thinks the proposed rent is fair and even moderate. As for me, my life used to be so bustling that I require a change now and then so I will be your tenant. Hope says I atih to pay_the expenses of the lease, so I have requested Arrowsmith A Cox to draw it. Lhave no experiences in leases. Tbey have drawn hundreds. I told them to take it fair. It they have not, send it back with no objections.' "Oh! oh !"said Colonel Clifford. "He draws the lease, does he? Then look at it with a microscope."

Walter laughed. "I should not like to encounter him on his own ground. But here he is a fish out of water he must be. However, I will pass my eye over it. Where the farmer generally overreaches us, if he draws the lease, is in tbe clauses that protect him on leaving. He gets part possession for months without paying rent, and he hampers and fleeces the incoming tenant, so that you lose a year's rent or have to buy bim out. Now, let me see, that will be at tbe end of tbe document—No it is exceedingly fair, this one." *'Show it to our man of business, and let him study every line. Set an attorney to catch an attorney." "Of course I shall submit it tojour solicitor," said Walter.

This was done, and the experienced practitioner read it very carefully. He pronounced it unusually'equitable for a farmer's lease. "However," said he, "we might sug gest that be does all the repairs and draining that you find the materials: and also that he insures all the farm buildings. But you can hardly stand out for the insurance if he objects. There's no harm trying. Sly! here is one clause that is unusual the tenant is to have the right to bore for water, or to penetrate the surface of the soil, and take out gravel or chalk or minerals, if any. I don't like that clause. He might quarry, and cut the farm in pieces. Ah, there's a proviso, that any damage to the surface or the agricultural value shall be fully compensated, the amount of such injury to be settled by the landlord's value or surveyor. Oh, come, if you can charge your own price, that can't kill you."

In short, the draft was approved, subject to certain corrections. These were accepted. The lease was engrossed in duplicate, and in due course signed and delivered. "The old tenant left, abusing the Cliffords, and saying it was unfair to bring in a stranger, for he wouk^have given all tbe money.

Bartley took possession. Walter welcomed Hope very warndly and often came to see him. He took a great interest in Hope's theories of farming, and often came to the farm for lessons. But that interest was very

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ward or indiscreet. She was not yet sixteen, and he tried to remember she was a child.

Unfortunately for that theory she looked a ripe' woman, and this very Walter made her more and more womanly. Whenever Walter was near she had new timidity, new blushes, fewer

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less impetuosity, more reserve.

weet Innocent! She was set by Nature to catch tbe man by the surest way, though she bad no such design.

Oh, it was a pretty, subtle piece of nature, and each sex played its part. Bold advances of the man, with internal fear to offend, mock retreats of the girl, with internal throbs of complacency, and life Invested with anew and growing oharm to both. Leaving this pretty little pastime to glide along the flowery path that beautifies young lives to its inevitable climax, we go to a matter more prosaic, yet one that proved a source of strange and stormy events.

Hope had hardly started the farm when Bartley sent him off to Belgium— TO STUDY COAL MINKS.

^CHAPTER VII

THB COURSB OF TRUE LOVE. Mr. Hope left his powerful opera-glass with Mary Bartley. One day that Walter called she was looking through it at tbe landscape, and handed it to him. He admired Its power. Mary told kirn it had saved her life once. "Oh," said he, "howcould that be?"

Then she told him how Hope had seen her drowning, a mile off, with it, and ridden a bare-basked steed to ber rescue. "God bless him!" cried Walter. "He is our best friend. Might I borrow this famous glass "Oh," said Mary, "I am not going into anymore streams I am not so brave now as I used to be." "Please lend it me, for all that." "Of course I will, If you wish it.'^

Strange to say, after this, whither Mary walked out or rode out, she very often met Mr. Walter Clifford. He was always delighted snd surprised. She was surprised three times, and said so, and after that she came to lower her lashes and blush, but not to start. Each meeting was a pure accident, no doubt, only she foresaw the inevitable occurrence. 1 bey talked about every thing in tbe world except what was most on their minds. Their soft tones and expressive eyes supplied that little deficiency.

One day be caught her riding on her little Arab. Tbe groom fell behind directly. After tbey had ridden some distance in silence, Walter broke out: "How beautifully you ridel" "Me!"cried Mary. "Why, I never had a lesson in my life.'* "That accounts for it. Let a lady alone, and she does everything more gracefully than a man bat let some cad undertake to teach her, she distrusts herself and imitates the snob. If yon could only see the womenJn Hyde Park who have been taught to ride, and compare them with yourself 1" "I should learn humility.** "No it would make you vain, if anything could." "Yon seem inclined to do me that good turn. Come, pray, what do these poor ladles do to offend you so V* "I'll tell you. Tbey square their shoulders vulgarly they hold the reins in their hands as if they were driving, and they draw tbe reins to their waists in a coarse, absurd way. Their tighten both these reins equally, and taw the poor devil's month with the curb and tbe snaffle at one time. Now you know Mary, the snaffle is a mild bit, and tbe curb is a sharp one so where is the sense

the bottom of the door—a hid one for tbe cat to come through and a little one for the kitten. Bat the wont of all is they show tbecaddeesso plainly.'* "Oaddeas! Whst is that: goddess you mean, I suppose r* "No I mean a cad of tbe feminine gender. Tbey seem bursting with affectation and elated consdousnsaa that they

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are on horseback. That shows they have only just made the acquaintance of that animal, and in a London ridingschool. New you hold both reins lightly in the left hand, the curb loose, since it is seldom wanted, the snaffle just feeling the animal's mouth, and yoa look right and left at the people you are talking to, and dont^seem to invite one to observe that you are on a horse that is becaubo you area lady, and a horse is a matter of course to yoii, just as the ground is when you walk upon it."

The sensible girl blushed at his praise, but she said, dryly, "How meritorious! Cousin Wslter, I have heard that flattery is poison. I won't stay here to be poisoned—so." She finished the sentence in action and with a movement of her body she started her Arab steed, snd turned her challenging eye back on Walter, and gave him a hand-gallop of a mile on tbe turf by the road-side. A»d when she drew bridle her cheeks glowed so and her eyes glistened, that Walter was dazzled Dy her bright beauty, and could do nothing but gaze at her for ever so long.

If Hope had been at home, Mary would have been looked after more sharply. But if she was punctual at meals, that went along way with Robert Bartley.

However, tbe accidental and frequent meetings of Walter and Mary, and delightful rides and walks, were interfered with just as they began to grow into a habit. There arrived at Clifford Hall a formidable person—in female eyes, especirlly—a beautiful heiress. Julia Clifford, great-niece and ward of Colonel Clifford very tall, graceful, with dark grayeye», and black eyebrows "the size of a leech, that narrowed to*a point and met in finer lines upon the bridge of a nose that was gently aquiline, but not too large, as such noses are apt to be. A large, expressive mouth, with wonderful rows of ivory, and the prettiest little black down, fine as a hair, on her upper lip, and a skin rather dark but clear, and glowing with the warm blood beneath it, completed this noble girl. She was nineteen years of age.

Colonel Clifford received her with warm affection and old-fashioned courtesy but as he was disabled by a violent fit of gout, he deputed Walter to attend to her on foot and horseback.

Miss Clifford, accustomed to homage, laid Walter under contribution every day. She was very active, and he had to take her a walk in tbe morn lag, and a ride in tbe afternoon. He winced a little under this at first it kept him so much from Mary. But there was some compensation. Julia Clifford was a ladylike rider, and also a bold and skillful one.

Thfe first time be rode With her he asked ber beforehand what sort of a horse she would like. "Oh, anything," said she, "that is not vioious nor slow.'* "A hack or a hunter?" "Oh, a hunter, if I may." .?? "Perhaps you will do me tbe honor to look at them and select." "You are very kind, and I will,"

He took her to the stables, and she selected a beautiful black mare, with a coat like satin. "There," said Walter, despondingly. "I was afraid you would Ax on ber. She is impossible. I can't ride her myself." "Vicious?" "Not in the least."

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"Well, then—" Here an-old groom touched his bat, and said, curtly, "To hot and fidgety, miss. I'd as lieve ride of .a boiling kettle."

Walter explained: "The poor thing is the victim of nervousness." "Which I call them as rides her the victims," suggested the ancient groom. "Be quiet, George. She would go sweetly in a steeple-chase, if she didn't break her heart with impatience before the start. But on the road Bhe is impossible. If you make ber walk, she is all over lather in five minutes, and she'd spoil that sweet habit with flecks of foam. My lady has away of tossing her head, ana covering you all over with white etreaks." "She wants soothing," suggested Miss Clifford. "Nay, miss. She wants bleeding o' Sundays, and sweating over the fallows till she drops o' week-days. But if she was mine I'd put her to work a ooal-cart for six months that would larn her." "I will ride her," said Miss Clifford, calmly "her or none." "Saddle her, Geerge," said Walter, resignedly. "I'll ride Goliab. Black Bess aha'n't plead a bad example. Goliah is as meek as Moses, Miss Clifford. He is a gigantic mouse." "I'd as lieve ride of ft dead man," said tbe old groom. "Mr. George," said the young lady, "you seem hard to please. May I ask what sort of animal you like to ride?" "Well, miss, summat betwpen tbem two. When I rides I likes to be at peace. If I wants work, there's plenty in the yard. If I wants fretting and faming, I can go home: I'm a married man, ye know. But when I crosses a horse I looks for a smart trot and a short stepper, or an easy canter on a bit of turf, and not to be set to hard labor a-sticking my heels into Goliab, nor getting a bloody nose every now and then from Black Bess a-throwing back her uneasy head when I do but lean forward in the saddle. I be an old man, miss, and I looks for peace on horseback if I caU't get it nowhere else."

All this was delivered whilst saddling Black Bess. When she wss ready, Miss Clifford asked leave to hold the bridle, and walk her out of the premises. As she walked her she patted and casessed her, and talked to her sll the time—told ber tbey all misunderstood ber because she was a female but now she was not to be tormented and teased, but to have her own way.

Then rile asked George to hold the mare's bead as gently as he could, and Walter to put ber up. Sbe was in tbe saddle In a moment. The mare fidgeted and pranced, but did not rear. Julia slackened tbe reins, and ratted and Raised ber, and let ber go. She made a run, but was checked by degrees with the snaffle. She bad a beautiful mouth, and it was in good hands at last.

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right," said Walter and Miss Julia, with a smart decision that contrasted greatly with tbe meekness of her proposal, pat her straight at the bank, and cleared it like a bird. Tbey bad a famous gallop, bat this judicious rider neither urged the mare nor greatly checked her. Sbe modorated her. Black Bess came home that day sweating properly, bat with a marked diminution of lather aod -foam. Miss Clifford asked leave to ride ber into the stable-yard, and after dismounting talked to her, and patted ber, and praised ber. An hoar later tbe pertinacious beauty asked for a carrot from the garden, and led Black Bern with it in the stable.

By these arts, a very light hand, and tact in riding, she soothed Black Bess's nerves, so that at last the very touch of ber habit skirt, or ber band, or tbe sound of ber voice, seemed to soothe tbe poor nervous creature and st last one day in the stable Bean protruded her great lipa

andjkissed her fair rider on the shoulder after ber manner. All this interested and amused Walter

over with a note. "DKAR COUSIN WALTKR,—Will you kindly send me back my opera glass? I want to see what is going on at Clifford Hall. "Yours affectionately, 4 "MARY BARTLKY."

Walter wrote back directly that he would bring it himself, ana tell her what was going on at Clifford Hall.

So he rode over and told of Julia Cliffort's arrival, and how his father had deputed him to attend on her, and she took up all his time. It was beginning to be a bore. "On Ahe contrary," said Mary," I dare saysheis very handsome." "That she is," said Walter

Walter laughed at this innuedo. "You shall see us together to-morrw, you will bless one of us with your company."

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"I might be in the way." v, "That is not very likely. Will you ride to Hammond Cburch to-morrow at about ten, and finish your sketch of the tower? I will bring Miss Clifford there, and introduce you to each other."

This vgas settled, and Marv was apparently quite intent on her shetch when Walter and Julia rode up, asd Walter said: "That is my cousin, Mary Bartley. May I introduce her to you "Of course. What a sweet face!"

So the ladies wore introduced, and Julia praised Mary's sketch, and Mary asked leave to add her to it, hanging, with pensive figure, ov Julia took an admirable

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ber on the paper in no time. Walter asked her, in a whisper, what she thought of her medel. "I like her," said Mary. "Sbe is rather pretty." "Rather pretty! Why, she is an acknowledged beauty." "A beauty The idea! Long black thing!"

Then they rode all together to the farm. There Mary was all innocent bosoonoxious Julia kissed her to come

Mary did call, and found her with a young gentleman of short stature, who was devouring her with his eyes, but did not overflow in discourse, having a slight impediment in his speech. This ".Pen ed him.

was Mr. Percy*Fitzroy. Julia introduc-

"And where are you staying, Percy?" inquired sbe. "At tbe D—D—Dun Cow." "Whatis that?"

Walter explained that it was a small hostelry, but one that was occasionally honored by distinguished visitors. Miss Bartley stayed there three days. "I h—hope to st—ay more than that," said little Percy, with an amorous glance at Julia.

Miss Clifford took Mary to ber room, and BOOB asked her what she thought of bim then, anticipating criticism, she said there was not muoh of him, but he was such a duck.

However, when Walter rode home with her, being now relieved of his attendance an Julia, she was more communicative. Said she: "I never knew before that a man could look like fresh cambrio. Dear me! bis head and his face and bis little whiskers,.his white scarf, his white waistcoat^ an his clothes, and himself, seem just washed and ironed and starched. I looked around, for the a "Never mind," said Walter. "He is a great addition. My duties devolve bim. And I shall be free to— How her eyes shown and her voice mellowed when sbe spoke to him Confess, now, love is a beautiful thing.'1 "I cannot say. Not experienced in beautiful things." And Mary looked re "Ot course not. WbatsmI thinking of You are only a child." "A little more than that, please." "At ail events, love beautified hen "I saw no difference. She was always a lovely girl." "Why. you said she was 'a long black thing.'" "Ob, that was before—she looked en-

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_fter this young Fitzroy was generally Miw Clifford's companion in ber many walks, and Walter Cliffora bad a delightful time with Mary Bartley.

Her nurse discovered how matters were going. But said nothing. From something Bartley let fall years ago she divined that Bartley was robbing Walter Clifford by substituting Hope's child for his own, and be thought the mischief could be repaired and tbe sin atoned for if be and Mary became man and wife. So she held her tongue and watched.

The servants at tbe ball watched tbe whole game, and saw how the young people were pairing, and talked tbem re el

The only person in tbe dark was Colonel Clifford. He was nearly always confined to bis room. However, one day be came down, and found Julia and Percy together. Sbe introduced Percy to him. The Colonel was curt, but grumpy, snd Percy soon best a retreat.

The Colonel sent for Walter to his room. He did not come for some time, because be wss wooing Mary Bartley.

Colonel Clifford's first word was "who was that little stuttering dandy I caught spooningyottr Julia T"• "OnlyPercy Fltsaroy." /•Only Percy Fitzroy. Never despise yoar rivals, dr. Always remember that young women are fall of vanity, and expect to be courted all day long. I will thank yoa not to leave tbe field open a single day till yoa have secured the prize.*' "What prize, sir?" "Whatprize, yon ninny?- Why, tbe beautiful girl that can buy back Oodington and Drayton, peaches and fruit and alL They are both to be sold this very mofhent. What prize Why tbe wife I have secured for yoa, if yoa don't go and play tbe fool and neglect ber."

Walter Clifford looked aghast. Julia Clifford J" said he. "Pray don't ask me to marry her.'' "Not ask von ?—but I do ask yoa: and what is more, I command yoa. Would yoa, revolt sgaio against yoar father, who has forgiven you, and break my heart, now I am enfeebled by disease? Jalia Clifford is your wife, or yoa are my son no more." [To be eon tinned In The Mall next week.]

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BOOK OFMAKTYRS" contains many bighttul stories ot most agonizing suffering. Hut nothing, eltherln story

or picture, can be more distressful than the Sharp, severe, shooting pains dally and nightly endured by those who are martyrs to that most terrible torment, Neuralgia. To get rid ot tWa martyrdom Is the flrst business or all who smrec. ATHLOPHOROS regenerates painful nervesu and drives out thenorrors of Neuralgia. ATHLOPHORGS gives health to Rheumatic-, sufferers whom the most skillful physicians, have not been able to heaL

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"Please describe her. "A very tall, dark girl, with wonderfal eyebrows and die has broken in Black Bess, that some of us men could not ride in comfort."

Mary changed color. She murmur, "No wonder the Hall is more attractive than the farm!" and the tears shone in ber eyes. "Oh, Mary," said Walter, reproachfully," how can you say that? What is Julia Clifford to me?" "I can't tell," said Mary, dryly. "If I ever saw you together throufh my glasses, you know."

ATHLOPHOROS is pronounced by all who have tried it an infallible speciQo for thee» obstinate and painful diseases.

Read the testimony of one of the sufferers. David Little, Sumner, Benner Co., Iowa, writes:

"I am part 77 yean of age, have had the Bhenzaattsm. three yean and eight months lost one4hlrd of my -weight could not walk, but shuffled along on crotches oould not Bleep nerves shattered, no strength in my hands, wrists, knees or feet Bat. thanks be to God for yoiir sreat discovery! The medicine arrived Saturday night. I took a dose Sunday morning, felt it all over me, and kept on with it. Monday morning I got up and dressed myself, an® walked out into the kitchen without the aid of crutdk. or cane, and wished them all a happy New Year. I restwell nights, am gaining in strength, and onoe mom. enjoy life. Wish I oould put ATHLOPHOROS In TTTO hands of every sufferer from this terrible disease." ff yon cannot get ATBLOPHOROS of your druggists we will send it express paid, on receipt of regxilarpilce—one dollar per tottle. We prefer that you buy Jt from your druggist, but If he hasn't it, do not betpersuaded to try something else, but order at ono* from us as directed. ATHLOPHOROS CO., 112 WALL ST., NEW Y0R1L

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How Watch Cases are Made.

In 1875, thirteen men comprised theentire working force used in the manufacture of the James Boss? Gold TFacA Case~ Now over five hundred are employetLand the? number is constantly increasing. The reason of this increase is this: In the James: Boss' Gold Waich Case all the metal in sightand subject to wear is solid gold, while the remainder, which only lends strength to the? case, is of stronger metal than gokL giving gold where gold is needed, ana strong, elastic metal where strength and elasticity are needed, a combination producing a watch coAe better than solid gold and at ONE-HALF the cost. ^^RIITY

Over 200,000 of these cases have been sold, and every Jeweler in the? country can testify to their quality ^and. merit. LTTDISGTON,Mion., Dec. 5,1881

E. W. Marsh, of the Democrat, bought a Jas. BoeaP* Gold Watch case 18 yearn ngo, and carried it until a short time aero, when 1 purchased it, and sold it to a. customer. The case ehowotl no ttitr&s of wear, exceiit that natural to any case, and am satisfied can

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safely guaranteed tor at lciu-t ten years more. I have* sold the James Boss' GoldWntch Oaae for many years*, and the parties who bought the first ones ore carrying them to-day, as well Butlsfied as though they h»A bought a solid regard them as the only caves should sell who desires to give MB customers thuworth of their money or values hie reputation.

Id case costing twice the money.

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NEVER FAILS.

'The only known tpedjlc for Epileptic Pita.-®*." 49"Also for Spasms and Falling SIcknees.'TOl Nervous Weakness qnickly relieved and curod. Equalled br nothing In delirium of fever."*. jlgy-Neutralizcs germs of disease and sickness^ & Caret uglr blotches and stubborn blood soreaCleanses blood, quickens sluggish circulation. Eliminates Boils, Carbunclcs and Scalds.-®* 49-Permancntly and promptly cures parqlyslsu Yes, It is a charming and healthful Aperient* Kills Scrofula and Kings Evil, twin brothers. Changes bad breath to good, removing came_• uta biliousness and clears complexion^ harming resolvent and matchless laxative. It drives Sick Headache like the wind.^i* fST'CoBtaias nodrastic cnthartlc or opiates. Promptly) Restores I' Is guarant f3r"Bellable when all opiates fail.-fc# Refreshes the mind and Invigorates the bodyCures dyspepsia or money refunded."Soft egrEndorsed in writingby over fifty ttiouaandF Loading physicians in U. S. and Europe.-®#. Leading clergymen in U. S. and Europe."^*. Diseases of the blood own it a conqueror.-®* For sale by all leading druggists. 91.60.-®*

rhe. Dr.S. A. Richmond Med. Co. Prop's., 8T. JOSEPH, MO. For testimonials and circulars send stamo. Lord, Rtwutwnburgh dt Co., Agents, Chicago

TUTT'S PILLS

TORPID BOWEL8,

DISORDERED LIVER* and MALARIA.

From these sources arise three-ftxtrtlMioff the disease# of the human raoe. Thee* symptoms indicate their existence: XX M€~ AppMitot Bowels costive, lick HmmUm&«, fltllness alter eating, aversion exertion ot body or mind, EraeUtims of food, Irrltabllltjr of temper, Low spirits, A reeling at having nrglcetetf soflfee

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ored Urine, CO**TI5»XTIOwr and demand tbe use of remedy that acts directly on the Liver. As aldrer medicine T©TT»«t PILL* have no ojuaL Their action on tho Kidneys and Skin is also prompt removing^ all Imparities through these three scavenger* of tbe svstem," producing &ppetlk%sound digestion, regular stools, a clear skin and a vigorous body. TCW# PILL®cause no naosea or griping nor interfere, with daily work and area perfect

ANTIDOTE TO MALARIA.

HE FEELS LIKE A SEW MAX, I have bad. Dyspepsia, with Consupatton.two years, audi nave txted ten different kinds of pills, and TVTT'U art the first-

have natnral pamsagea. 1 foci like a new man." W.JdT ED WARDS, Palmyra, O. Sold every where,gffc. Office, MorraySt.)N.Y.

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HAIR DYE.

GRAY £LUK OK WHISKKBS changed Inifturtty to aGi/wsr Biacs by a single ajpplication of this DTE. Sold try Druggists* or sent by express on reeeiptof $!•

Office, 44 Murray Street, Xew York. TVTT'S MANUAL OF USEFUL RECEIPTS FREE.