Saturday Evening Mail, Volume 17, Number 1, Terre Haute, Vigo County, 26 June 1886 — Page 3

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CHAPTER VII. THE IXTBODCCnOX.

It was a never-to-be-forgotten evening when Captain Langton reached Darrell Court —an evening fair, bright, and calm. The sweet southern wind bore the perfume of flowers the faint ripples of the fountains, the musical song of the birds seemed almost to die away on the evening breeze the sun appeared unwilling to leave the sapphire sky, the flowers unwilling to close. Pauline had lingered over her books until she could remain in-doors no longer then, by Miss Hastings advice she dressed for dinner which was delayed an hour—afterward went into the garden.

Most girls would have remembered, as they dressed that a handsome young officer was coming Miss Darrell did not make the least change in her usual toilet. The thin, fine dress of crape fell in statuesque folds round the splendid figure the dark hair was drawn back from the beautiful brow, and negligently fastened with her favorite silver arrow: the white neck and

Pauline was a great lover of the picturesque. With a single flower, a solitary knot of ribbon, she could produce an effect which many women would give all their jewels to achieve. Whatever she wore took a kind of royal grace from herself which no other person could impart. Though her dress might be made of the same material as that of others, it never looked the same. On her it ap]eared like the robes of a queen.

AH Pauline was passing through the corridor, Miss Hastings met her. The governess looked scrutinizingly at the plain evening dress it was the same that she had worn yesterday. Evidently there was no girlish desire to attract. "Pauline, we shall have a visitor this evening," said Miss Hastings "you might add a few flowers to your dress."

She passed on, with a smile of assent. Almost the first thing that caught her attention out of doors was a largo and handsome fuchsia. She gathered a spray of the rich purple ami crimson flowers, and placed it negligently In her hair. Many wonion would have stood before their mirror for an hour without producing the same superb effect. Then she placed another spray of the same gorgeous flower in the bodice of her dress. It. was all done without effort, and she would have been the last In the world to suspect how beautiful she looked. Then she went on to the fountain, for the beautiful, calm evening had awakened all the poet's soul within her. The grand, sensitive nature thrilled—the beautiful, poetical mind reveled in this hour of nature's most supreme loveliness. A thousand bright fancies surged through her heart and brain a thousand poetical ideas shaped themselves Into words, and rose to her lips.

So time passed, and she was unconscious of it, until a shadow falling over the great white lilies warned her that some one was near.

Looking tip quickly, she saw a tall, fair, handsome young man gazing at her with mingled admiration and surprise. Beside him stood Sir Oswald, courtly, gracious, and evidently on the alert, '•Captain Langton," he said, "let me introduce you to my niece, Miss Darrell."

Not one feature of the girl's proud, beautiful face moved, but there was some little curiosity In her dark eyes. They rested for moment on the captain's face, and then, with a dreamy look, she glanced over the heads of the white lilies behind him. He was not her Ideal, not her hero, evidently. In that one keen, quick glance, she read not only the face, but the heart and soul of the man before her.

The captain felt as though he had been subjected to some wonderful microscopic examination. "She Is one of those dreadfully shrewd girl» that pretend to road faces," he said to himself, while he bowed low before her, and replied with enthusiasm to the Introduction. "My niece Is quite a Darrell," said Sir Oswald," proudly. "You see sho has the Darrell face."

Again the gallant captain offered some flattering remark—a neatly turned compliment, which he considered ought to have brought her down, as a skillful shot does a bird—but the dark eyes saw only the lilies, not him. "She Is proud, like nil the D.irrells," he thought, "my father always said they were the proudest race in England." "I hope," said Sir Oswald, courteously, "that you will enjoy your visit hero, Aubrey. Your father was my dearest friend, and it gives me great delight to see you hero." "1 am sure of it, Sir Oswald. I am equally happy I cannot see how any one could be dull for one minute In this grand old place."

Sir Oswald's face Hushed with pleasure, and for the first time the dark eyes slowly left the lilies and looked at the captain. "I tiud not only one minute, but many hours in which to be dull," said Pauline. '•Do you like the country so well?" "I like Darrell Court," he replied, with a bow that seemed to embrace Sir Oswald. Ids niece, and all his possessions* "You like it—In what way?" asked Pauline, in her terribly downright manner. "It is vour first visit, and you have been here only a few minutes. How can you tell whether you like it?"

For a few moments Captain Langton looked slightly confused, and then he rallied. Surely a man of the world was not to be detied by a mere girl. "I have seen that at Darrell Court," he said deferentially, "which will make the place dear to me while I live."

She did not understand him. She was far too frank and haughty for a compliment so broad. But Sir Oswald smiled. "He is losing uo time,'* thought the stately old baronet "he is falling in love with her, jnst as I guessed he would." "1 will leave you," said Sir Oswald, "to get better acquainted. Pauline, you will show Captain Langton the aviary." "Yes." she assented, carelessly. "But will you send Miss Hastings here? She knows the various bint* far better than I do."

Sir Oswald, with a pleased expression on hi* face, walked away. "t* you have an aviary at the Court, Miss Darrell. It seems to me there is nothing w*nting here. You do not seem Interested do you not like birds?" "Not caged one*," she replied. "I lore bints almost as though they were living friends, but not bright-plumagrd birds Jn golden cages. They should be free and wild in woods and forests, filling the summer air with joyous song. I love them well then." "You like unrestricted freedom?" he ob-

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gleamed like white marble through the thin folds of crape. There was not the least attempt at ornament yet no queen arrayed in royal robes ever looked more lovely.

lute necessity, saould not care for life without it." The captain looked more attentively at her. It was the Darrell face, surely enough—features of perfect beauty, with a soul of fire shining through them. "Yet," lie said, musingly, cautiously feeling his way, "there is but little freedomtrue freedom—for women. They are bound down by a thousand narrow laws and observances—caged by a thousand restraints." "There Is no power on earth," she returned, hastily, "that can control thoughts or cage souls white they are free, it is untrue to say that there is no free doin."

A breath of fragrant wind came and stirred the great white lilies. The gallant captain saw at once that he should only lose in arguments with her. 'Shall we visit the avian-?" he asked.

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And she walked slowly down tiie path, he following. "She is like an empress," he thought. "It will be all the more glory for me if 1 can win such a wife for my own."

CHAPTER VIII. TUE nilOKES LII.Y.

Pauline D.irrell was a keen, shrewd observer of character. She judged more by small actions than by great ones it was a characteristic of hers. When women hava that gift, it is more to be dreaded than the cool, calm, matured judgment of men. Men err sometimes in tiieir estimate of character, but it is very seldom that woman makes a similar mistake.

The garden path widened where the tall white lilies grew in rich profusion, and there Pauline and Captain Langton walked^side by side. The rich,' sweet -riiiine seemed to gather round them, and the dainty flowers, with their shining leaves and golden bracts, looked like groat white stars.

Captain uigton carried a small cane in his hand. He ul begun to talk to Pauline with great animation. Her proud indifference piqued him. He was accustomed to something more like rapture when he devoted fiiniself to any fair lady. He vowed to himself that he would vanquish her pride, that lie would nnkc her rare for him, thai the proud, dark eyes should soften and brighten for hiin and he gave his whole mind to the conquest. As he walked along, one of the tall, white lilies bent over the path with one touch of the cane he beat it down, and Pauline gave a little cry. as though the blow had pained her. She stopped, and taking the slender green stem iu her hand, straightened it but the blow had broken one of the white leaves. "Why did you do that?" she asked, in a pained voice. '•It is only a (lower," he replied, with a laugh.

Only a flower! You have killed it. You cannot make it live again. Why need you have cut its sweet life short?"' "It will not be missed from among so ninny," he said. "You might say the same thing of yourself," she retorted. "The world is full ot men and you would hardly be missed irom so ninny yet you would not like "There is some Httle difference between a man and a flower, Miss Darrell," he Interrupted, stiffly.

There is. indeed and the flowers have the advantage," she retorted. The captain solaced himself by twisting his mustache and relieved his feelings by some few muttered words, which Miss Darrell did not hear. In her quick, impulsive way, she judged him at once. "He is cruel and selfish," she thought "he would not even stoop to save the life of the sweetest flower that blows. He shall not forget killing that lily." she continued, as she gathered the broken chalice, and placed it in her belt. "Every time he looks at me," she said, "lie shall remember what he has done."

The captain evidently understood her amiable intention, and liked her accordingly. They walked on for some minutes in perfect silence then Pauline turned to him sudden I v. "Have you been long in the army, Captain Langton?"

Flattered by a question that seemed to evince some personal interest, he hastened to reply "More than eight years. 1 joined when 1 was twenty." "Have you seen any service?" she asked. "No," lie replied. "My regiment had been for many years in active service just before I joined, so that we have been at home since then." "In inglorious ease," she said. "We are ready for work," he returned, "when work comes." "How do you employ your time?" she asked and again he was flattered by the interest that the question showed. IIis face flushed. Hero was a grand opportunity of showing this haughty girl, this "proudest Darrell of them all," that he was eagerly sought after In society such as she had not yet seen. "You have no conception of the immense numler of engagements that occupy our time," he replied "I am fond of horses—1 take an interest in all races."

If he had added that lie was one of the greatest gamblers on the turf, he would have spoken truthfully. "Horse racing." said Miss Darrell—"that is the favorite occupation of all English gentlemen, is it not?" "I should imagine so. Tlien 1 am considered—you must pardon my boasting—one of the best billiard players in Ixmdon." "That Is not much of a boast." she remarked. with such quiet contempt that the captain could only look at her in sheer wonder. "There are balls, operas, parties, suppers —I cannot tell what and the ladies engross a great deal of our time. We soldiers never forget our devotion and chivalry to the fair sex, Miss D.irrell." "The fair sex should be grateful that they share your attention with horses and billiards." she returned. "But what else do you do. Captain Langton? I was not thinking of sncli trifles as tliese," "Trifles!"' he repealed. "I do not call horse racing a trifle. I was within an inch of winning the Derby—I mean to say a horse of mine was. If you call that a trifle. Miss Darrell, ywu go near to upsetting English society altogether." "Knt what great things do yon do?" she repeated, hcr«L. opening wider. "You cannot mean buijusly that this is ail. Do you never write, paint—l»ave you no ambition at all?" "I do not knrw what yon call ambition," he replied, MI nly "as for writing and painting, in England we pay people to do that kind of thing for vu Yen do not think that I would poiutap^ ure, if 1 could?" "I should think you clever If yon did that," she returned "at present I cannot see that you do anrthlng requiring mind or intellect." "Miss Darrell," he said, looking at her, •*you ate a radical. I believe." "A radical?" she repeated, slowly. '*1 w# not quite sure, Captain Langton, that know

what that means." "You believe in aristocracy of intellect, and all that bind of nonsense," he continued. "Why should a man who paints a picture be any better than the man who understands the good points of a horse?" indeed?" she asked, satirically. "We will not argue the question, for we should not agree." "I had her there," thought the captain. "She could not answer me. Some of these women require a high hand to keep them in order." "I do not see Miss Hastings," she said at last, "and it is quite useless going to the aviary without her. I do not remember the name of a single bird and I am sure you will not care for them." "But," he returned, hesitatingly, "Sir Oswald seemed to wish it" "There is the first dinner-bell," she said, with an air of great relief "there will only be just time to return. As you seem solicitous about Sir Oswald's wishes we had better go in, for he dearly loves punctuality." "I believe," thought the captain, "that she is anxious to get away from me. I must say that I ara not accustomed to this kind of thing."

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The captain's face darkened for a moment, but lie would not take offence. The elegantly appointed table, the seductive dinner, t!ie rare wines, all made an impression on liim. He said to himself that there was a good thing offered to him. and that a girl's haughty temper should not stand in his way. He made himself most agreeable, he was all animation, vivacity, and high spirits with Sir Oswald. He wiis deferential and attentive to Miss Hastings, and his manner to Paul nr. left no doubt in the minds ot' the lookers on that he was completely fascinated by her. She was too proudly indifferent, too haughtily careless, even to resent it Sir Oswald Darrell was too true a gentleman to offer his niece to any one but he had given the captain to understand that, if lie could woo her and win her, there would be no objection raised on his part.

For once in his life Captain Langton had spoken quite truth fully. "1 have nothing." he said "my fatlu left me but a very moderate fortune, and 1 have lost the greater part of it. 1 have not been careful or prudent, Sir Oswald." "Care ami prudence are not the virtues of youth," Sir Oswald returned. "I nny say, honestly, 1 should 5 giad if your father's son could win my niece as for fortune, she will be richly dowered if 1 make her my hiiress. 0 ily yesterday I heard that coal had been found on my Scotch estates, and, if that be true, it will raise my income many thousands per annum." "May you long live to enjoy your wealth, Sir Oswald!" said the young man, so heartily that tears stood in the old baronet's eyes.

But there was one thing the gallant eaptain did not confess. He did not tell Sir Oswald Darrell—what was really the truth— that he was over head and ears In debt and that this visit to Darrell Court' was the last hope left to him.

CHAPTER IX.

PAOl.IN"K 8T1I.I, WOlUIlCIHLK. Sir Oswald lingered over his wine. It was not every day that he found a companion so entirely to his taste as Captain Langton. The captain had a collection of anecdotes of the court, the aristocracy, and the mess-room, that could not be surpassed. He kept his own interest well in view the whole time, making some modest allusions to the frequency with which his society wao sought and the number of ladies who were disposed to regard him favorably. All was narrated with the greatest, skill, without Ihe least boasting, and Sir swald, as he listened with delight, owned to himself that, all things considered, lie could not have chosen more wisely for his niece.

A second bottle of tine old poll was discussed, and then Sir Osv dd said: "You will like to go to the drawing-room the ladles will be there. I always enjoy forty winks arter dinner."

The prospect of a tete-a-tete with Miss Darrell did not strike the captain as being a very rapturous one. "She is," lie said to himself, "a magnificently handsome girl, but almost too haughty to be bearable. I have never, in all my life, felt so small a31 do when she speaks to me or looks at uie, and no man likes that sort of thing."

But Darrell Court was a magnificent estate, the large annual income was a sum he had never even dreamed of, and all might he his —Sir Oswald had said so his, if he could but win the proud heart of the proudest girl it had ever been his fortune to meet The stake was well worth going through something disagreeable for. "If she were only like other women," he thought, "I should know how to manage her but die seems to live in the clouds."

The plunge had to be made, so the captain summoned all his courage, and went to the drawing-room. The picture there must have struck the least imaginative of men.

Miss Hastings, calm, elegant lady-like, In her quiet evening dress of gray silk, was seated near a small stand on which stood a large lamp, by the light of which she was reading. The part of the room near her was brilliantly illuminated. It was a spacious apartment—unusually so even for a large mansion. It contained four large windows, two of which were closed, the gorgeous hangings of white and gold shielding them from view the other end of the room was in semi-darkness, the briliiant light from the lamp not reaching It—the windows were thrown wide open, and the soft P»l® moonlight came in. The evening came in. too, bringing with it the sweet breath of the lilies, the perfume of the roses, the fragrance of rich clover, carnations, and purple heliotropes. Faint shadows lay a the flower?, the white silvery light was very peaceful and sweet the dewdrops shone on the grass—it was the fairest hour of nature's fair day.

Pauline had gone to the open window. Something had made her restless and unquiet but standing there, the spell of that beautiful moonlight scene calmed her, and held her fast With one look at that wonderful sky and its myriad stars, one at the aoft moonlight knd the white lilies, the fever of life died from her, and a holy calm, sweet fancies, blight thoughts, swept over her like an angel's wing.

Then she became consJdous of a stir in the perfumed air something lew agreeable mingled with the fragrance ot the lilies— •one scent of which she did not know the name, but which she disliked ever afterward because the captain used it A tow voice

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display of fine old plate, the brilliantly arranged tables, the mingled odor of rare wines and flowers, restored him to good humor. "It would be worth some little trouble," he thought, "to win all this."

He took Pauline in to dinner. The grand, pale, passionate beauty of the girl had never shown to greater advantage than it did this evening, as she sat with the purple and crimson fuchsias in her hair and the broken lily in her belt. Sir Oswald did not notice the latter until dinner was half over. Then he s.:i«l: "Why, Pauline, with ganlens and hothouses full of flowers, have you chosen a broken one?" "To me it is exquisite," she replied

that would fain b^ tender murmured something in her ear: the spell of the moonlight was gone, the quickly thronging poetical fancies liad al tied away, the lieauty seemed to have left even the sleeping flowers. Turning round to him, she said, in a clear voice, every word sounding distinctly: "Have the goodness, Captain Langton, not to startle me again. I do not like any one to come upon me in that unexpected manner." "I was so happy to find you alone," he whispered. "I do not know why that should make you happy. I always behave much better when lam with Miss Hastings thaa when I am alone." "You are always charming," he said. "I want to ask you something, Miss Darrell. Be kind, be patient and listen to me." "I am neither kind nor patient by nature," she returned "what have you to say?"

It was very difficult, he felt, to be sentimental with her. She had turned to the window, and was looking out again at the flowers one Httle white baud played impatiently with a branch of guelder roses that came peeping in. "I am jealous of those flowers," said the captain "will you look at me instead of them?" $ -C-

She raised her beautiful eyes, and looked at him so calmly, with so much conscious superiority in her manner, that the captain felt "smaller" than ever. "You are talking nou&Mi*e to me," she said, loftily "and as I do not like nonsense, will you tell tne what yoti hive to say?"

The voice was calm and cold, the tones measured and slightly contemptuous it was very difficult under such circumstances to be an eloquent wooer, but the recollection of Darrell Court and its large rent-roll came to him and restored his fast expiring courage. "1 want to ask a favor of you," he said and the pleading expression that he managed to throw into his face was really creditable to him. "1 want to ask you it' you will be a little kinder to me. I admire you so much that 1. should be the happiest man in all the world if you would but give me evei so little of your friendship."

She seemed to consider his words—to ponder them and from her silence he took hope. "1 am quit- unworthy, 1 know but if you knew how nil my life long 1 have desired the 1r endshtp of a rood ami noble woman, you would lie kin to me—you would indeed!'" '•Do you think, t!ien, that lam good and noble?" she asked. "I am sure of it your face "I wish," she inti'rrupted, "that Sir Oswald were of your opinion. You have lived iu what people call 'the wor d' all your life, Captain Langton, I suppose'.''' "Yes," he replied wondering what would follow. "Yon have been in society all that time yet I am the lir^t 'go i,l and noble woman' you have met! You are hardly complimentary to the sex. after all."

The captain was slightly taken aback. "I did not say those exact words, Miss Darrell." "But you implied them. Tell me whyyor. wis'.i for my friendship more than any other. Miss Hastings is ten thousand times more estimable than 1 am—why not make her youi friend?" '1 admire you—I like you. I could say more, but 1 dare not You are hard upon ine, Miss Darrell." "1 have no wish to be hard," she returned. "Who am I that 1 should be hard upon any one? But, you see, 1 am unfortunately what p-.'ople call very plain-spoken—very truthful." "So much the better," said Captain Langton. "Is it? Sir Oswald says not If he does not make ine his heiress, it will be because I have such an abrupt manner of speaking he often tells me so." "Truth in a beautiful woman." began the captain, sentimentally but Miss Darrell again interrupted hiin—she had little patience with his platitudes. "You say you wish for my friendship because you like me. Now, here is the difficulty—I cannot give it to you, because I do not like you." "You do not like me?" cried the captain, hardly able to believe the evidence of his own senses. "You cannot mean itl You are the first person who ever said such a thing 1" "Perhaps I am not the first who ever thought it but then, as I tell you, I am very apt to say what I think." "Will you tell me why you do not like me?" asked the captain, quietly. He began to see that nothing could be gained in any other fashion.

Her beautiful face was raised quite cilnily to his, her dark eyes were as proudly serene as ever, she was utterly unconscious that she was saving anything extraordinary. "1 will tell you with pleasure," she replied. "You seem to me wanting in truth and earnestness yon think people are to bo pleased by flattery. You flatter Sir Oswald, you flatter Miss Hastings, you flatter me. Being agreeable is all very well, but an honest man does not need to flatter—does not think of it in fact Then, you are either heedless or cruel—I do not know which. Why should you kill that beautiful flower that Heaven made to enjoy the sunshine, Just for one idle moment's wanton sport?"

Captain Langton's face grew perfectly white with anger. "Upon my word of honor, he said, "I never heard anything like this T*

Miss Darrell turned carelessly away. "You see," she said, "friendship between us would be rather difficult But I will not judge too hastily Iwill wait a few days, and then decide."

She had quitted the room before Captain Langton had sufficiently recovered from his dismay to answer.

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It was some minutes before Captain Langton collected himself sufficiently to cross the room and speak to Miss Hastings. She looked up at him with a smile. "I am afraid you have not had a very pleasant time of it at that end of the room, Captain Langton," she said "I was just on the point of interfering." "Your pupil is a most extraordinary young lady. Miss Hastings," be returned "I have never met with any one more so."

Miss Hastings laughed there was an expression of great amusement on her face. "She is certainly very original, Captain langton quite different from the pattern young lady of the present day." "She is magnificently handsome," be continued "bat her manners are simply startling." "She has very grand qualities," said Miss Hastings "she has a noble disposition and a generous heart, but the want of early training, the mixing entirely with one class of society, has made her very strange." "Strange cried the captain. *1 have never met with any one so blunt so outspoken, so abrupt in all my life. She haa no notion of repose or polish. I have never been so surprised. I hear Sir Oswald coming, and really, Miss Hasting*, I feel that 1 cannot see him I am sot equal to it—thai extraordinary girl has quite unsettled me. m^t mention I haw gone out In

the grounds to smoke my cigar cannot talk to any one." Miss Hastings laughed as he passed out through the open French window into the grounds. Sir Oswald came in, smiling and contented he talked for a few minutes with Miss Hastings, and hfeard that the captain was smoking his cigar. He expressed to Miss Hastings his very favorable opinion of the young man, and then bade her goodnight "How will it end?" said the governess to herself. "She will never marry him, 1 am sure. Those proud, clear, dark eyes of hers look through all his little airs and graces her grand soul seems to understand all the narrowness and selfishness of his. She will never marry him. Oli, if she would but be civilized! Sir Oswald is quite capable of leaving all he has to the captain, and then what won Id become of Pauline?"

By this time the gentle, graceful governess had become warmly attached to the beautiful. wayward, willful girl who persisted so obstinately in refining what., she chose call "polish." "How will it end?" said the governess. "I would give all 1 have to see Pauline mistress of Darrell Court but I fear the future,"

Some of the scenes that took place between Miss Darrell and the captain were very amusing. She had the utmost contempt tor his somewhat dandified airs, his graces, and affections. "I like a grand, nigged, noble man, with the head of a hero, and the brow of a poet, the heart of a lion, and the smile of a child," she said to him one day "I cannot endure a coxcomb." "I hope youniay find such a man. Miss Darrell," he returned, quietly. "I have been sometime in the world, but I have never met with such a character." "I think your world has been a very limited one," she replied, and the captain looked angry.

He had certainly hoped and intended to dazzle her with his worldly knowledge, it nothing else. Yet how she despised his knowledge, and with what contempt she heard him speak of his various experiences!

Nothing s«!emed to jar upon her and to irritate her as did his affectations. She was looking one morning at a very beautifully veined leaf, which she passed over to Miss Hastings.

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it not wonderful?" she nsked ana tin* captain, with his eye-glass, came to look at it"Are you short-sighted?" she asked him, abruptly. "Not in the least," he replied. 'is your sight defective?" she continued. "No, not in the least degree." "Then why do you use that eye-glass. Captain Ltineton?" -I—ah—why,because everybody uses one,' he replied. "I thought it was'Only women who did that kind of thing—followed a fashion for fashion's sake," she said with some little contempt

The next morning the captain descended without his eye-glass, and Miss Hastings smiled as she noticed it.

Another of his affectations was apretended inability to pronounce his "t's" and "r's." "Can you really not speak plainly?" sho said to him one day. "Most decidedly 1 can," he replie. wondering what was coming next. "Then, why do you call 'rove' 'wbve' in that absurd fashion?

The captain's face flushed. "It is a habit 1 have fallen into, I suppose," he replied. "I must break myself of it" "It is about the most effeminate habit a man can fall into," said Miss Danell. "I think that if I were a soldier, I should delight in clear, plain speaking. I cannot understand why English gentlemen seem to think it fashionable to mutilate their mother tongue."

There was no chance of their ever agree­

ing—they never did even for one single hour. "What are you thinking about, Pauline?* asked Miss Hastings one day. ller young pupil had fallen into a rtvetle over "1'lie History of the Peninsular war." "lam thinking," she replied, "that al* though France boasts so much of her military glory England has a superior army her soldiers are very brave her officers the truest gentlemen." "I am glad to hear that you think so. I have often wondered if you would take our guest as a sample."

Her beautiful lips curled with unutterable contempt "Certainly not. I often contrast him with a Captain Lafosse, who used to visit us in the line d'Orme, a grand man with a brown, nigged face, and great brown hands. Captain Langton is a coxcomb—neither more nor less, Miss Hastings." "But lie is polished, refined, elegant In his manner and address, which, perhaps, your friend with the brown, nigged face was not" "We shall not agree, Miss Hastings, we shall not agree. 1 do not like Captain Langton."

The governess remembering all that Sir Oswald wished, fried in vain to represent their visitor In a more favorable light. Miss Darrell simply looked haughty and unconvinced. "1 am years younger than you," she said, at last "and have seen nothing of what you call 'life' but the instinct of my own heart tells me that he is false in heart, in mind, in soul he has a false, flattering tongue, false lips, false principles—we will not speak of him."

Miss Hastings looked at her sadly. "Do you not think that in time, perhaps, you may like him better?" "No," was the blunt reply. "I do not I told him that 1 did not like him, but that 1 would take some time to consider whether he was to be a friend of mine or not and the conclusion I have arrived at is, that I could not endure his friendship." "When did yon tell him that you did not like him?" asked Miss Hastings, gravely. "I think ft was the first night he came," she replied.

Miss Hastings looked relieved. "Did he say anything else to you, Pauline?" she asked, gently. "No what should he say? He seemed very much surprised, I suppose, as he says most people like him. But 1 do not, and never shall."

One thing was certain, the captain was falling most passionately in love with Miss Darrell. Her grand beauty, her pride, her originality, all seemed to have an irresistible charm for hiin. [To b& Continued.]

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Edward Shepherd, of Harrlsburg, 111., says: "Having received so much benefit from Electric Bitters, I feel it my duty to lot suffering humanity know it. Have had a running .sore on my leg forjeight years my doctors told me I would have to have five bone scraped or leg amputated. I used, instead, three bottles of Elctric Bitters and seven boxes bucklen's Arnica Salve, and my leg is now sounii iiml well."

Electric Bitters are sold at. 50 cents a bottle and Bucklen's Arnica Salve at 2a cents per box t»y look Met I.

Bucklen's Arnica Salve.

The Best Salve in the world forOuts, Bruises, Sores, Ulcers, Salt Rheum, Fever Sores, Tetter, Chapped Hands, Chilblains, Corns, and all skin eruptions, and positively cures Piles, or no pay required. It Is guaranteed to give perfect satisfaction, or money refunded. 25c. per box. For sale by Cook A Bell. (tf.)

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To all who are suffering from the errorsand indiscretions youth, nervous weakness, early decay, loss of manhood, AV., I wilt send recipe that will cure yon, KUKH OF CHA1UJK. This great remedy was discovered by it missionary In South America. Send uself-addressed envelope to Kr.v. JOSKCH T. IXMAN. Station I\ New York City, jy 18-ly.

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burning skin Tortures, IxiathsoiiieSon's, and every species of Itching, Scaly, Pimply, Inherited, t-crofulous and ontagious Diseases of the Blood, Skin and Scalp, with Loss of Hair, from infancy to old age. are positively cured by Cuticuru, the great Skiiu'ure,and Cutieura Soap, an exqutMic skin Beautitier, externally, ami Cutieura HcMilvent. the new ''"Hcni-i Iteeolveni, the new Blood 1 uritieiv internally.

COVKItlD WITH SOUKS.

1 have IK en attlictcd since last March witlr a Skin disease the doctois called Kc/.ema. My face was covered with scabs and sores, and the Itching and burning were almost unbearable. Seeing your Cutieura Remedies so highly recommended, concluded to give them a trial, using the Cutieura and Cutieura Soap externally, and Resolvent Internally, for four months. I call myself cured, and in gratitude for which make this public statement.

MUX. LARA A. FRKI'KRH'K.

t'nlontown, Ky.

SCALP, FACE HARS A\l) NKCK. 1 was atHlcted with Kczema on the Scalp, Face, F.ars and Neck, which tlie druggist, where I got- your remedies, pronounced one of the worstcases I hat had come under his notice. lie advised me to try your iilieum Remedies, and after five days' use my scalp and pail of my face were entirely cured, and I hope in another week to have my cars, neck and the other parts of my face cured.

HERMAN SLA HE.

1A) e. lib Htrect, New ^ork.

|I1 H1NO D1.NKANK8 CtlllED. 'utlcura stands at the head of Its cliisa, especially IN this the case with the Cutieura. Soap. Havo had an unusually good sale this summer, owlnic to he prevalcnccof an aggravated from of Itch through some localities In the country, in wiilcli the Cutieura Remedies proved satisfactory.

W. L. HARDING, Druggist.

Untontown, Ky.

CURB IN EVERY CASK.

Your Cutieura Remedies outsell all other medicines I keep for skin diseases. My customers and patients say they have effected a cure In every Instance, where other remedies have failed. H. W. BROCK WAY, M. D.

Franklin Falls, N. H. CtlTlCUKA Are sold by all dm cents Resolvent, $

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CI'M!."", IH'PVII VIM. tfl.tlO Hoap, 25 cents. Potter Drug and Chemical Co., Boston.j|Send for "How to Cure Skin Diseases." JTf^£f TTIFY the Complexion and Skin by using the Cutieura Hoap.

Constitutional Catarrh.

No single disease has entailed more suffering or hastened the breaking up of the constitution than Catarrh. The sense of smell, of taste, of sight, of hearing, the human voice, the mind,—one or more, and wometlmes all, yield to Its destructive influence. The poison it distributes throughout the system attacks every vital force, and breaks up the most robust of constitutions. Ignored, because but little understood, by most physicians, impotently assailed by quacks and charlatans, those suffering from It. have llttlo hope to be relieved of it this sldeof thegravc. It, Is time, then, that the proper treatment of this terrible disease by remedies within the reach of all passed into hands at once competent and trustworthy. The new and hitherto untried method adopted by Dr. Hnnford In the preparation of his RADICAI. I I«K has won the hearty approval of thousands. It Is Instantaneous In affording relief In all head colds, sneezing, snuffling and obstructed breathing, and rapidly removes the most oppressive symptons, clearing the head, sweetening the breath, restoring the senses of smell, tasfe and hearing, and neutralizing tiie constitutional tendency of the disease towards the lungs. liver and Kidneys.

Hanford's Radical Cure consists of one bottle of the Radical (Jure, one IHX of Catarrhal Solvent, and one Improved Inhaler, all wrapped In one package, with treatise and directions, and sold by all druggists for $1.00.

POTTER DIU O & CHKMICAI. CO., BOHTOX.

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And that weary, lifeless ail-gone, sensation ever present with those of Inflamed kidneys, weak back and loins, aching hips and sides, over-

worK««l or worn out by disease, debility or dissipation, arc relieved In one minute and speedily cured by the Cutlenra Antl-Palw Plaster, anew, origanal, elegant and Infallible antidote to pain and Inflammation. At all druggists, 25c.: five for 51.00 or of Potter I'rug Co.. Host on.

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"By a thorough knowledge tit the natural laws which govern the operations of digestion and nutrition, and by a careful application of the fine properties of well-selected Coeoa, Mr. Kp has provided our break fa* tp* tables with a delicately flavored leverage which may save us many heavy doctor* bills. It is by the judicious use of such articles of diet that a constitution may be gradually built up until strong enough to resist every tendency to disease. Hundreds of subtle maladies are floating around us ready to attiiek wherever there Is a weak point. We may escape many a fatal shaft ny keeping ourselves well fortified with pure blood and a property nourished frame."—{Civil Service Gazette. .,.

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