Terre Haute Weekly Gazette, Volume 8, Number 48, Terre Haute, Vigo County, 28 June 1877 — Page 8

THURSDAY, JUNE 28,187:

A POSER.

-"What's 'Fourth of July' The question came That famous day at dawning, While all the bells were ringing

Great Independence morning, 'Mid roar of runs, ami cannons'boom, crackers valiant fight for room— And

Ding-dong, screech, toot and horning.

"P'ease tell iue what is 'Fourth July' V" "Mv dear," I answered, turning To see wee maid, all unversed

In patriotic learning: "Our happy land, in times afar, Was ruled by a severe mamma.

Who, right and justice spurning,

'•Determinedshe would make us do To her commands according But we rebelled, and so itchanccd,

One Fourth of July morning, .Long years ago the deed was done, Bv which we Independence won, •The laws of Mamma England scorning.

"You understand^" She paused a bit, Mischievous dimples playing About her lips: then, sudden,!

Triumphant heard her saying: ,'Now I think,sometimes, all mammas, Aud, very of'en, too, vapas.

Act bad 'bout her obeyin' *j,ike yours, they want to make us do To their commands acconlin' 'Why s'ouldn't we webol, and have

A nice Fourth July mornm' "Hut that was notu xooil mamma Who rulvrl us in tlmm afar!"

My explanation scorning,

Triumphant spoke this cunningmaid: "I,d like to ask that mother If she thought you was right I gues3

She'd sa, lik^anyother, That she knew how t) make trood laws, And you was naughty children, 'cause

Yon

didn't mind your mother! Hosa Graham in July Wide Awake.

THE Light Guards took a little drill on the streets last evening.

THE State Sunday School convention closes its session on Thursday night.

THERE is good boat riding just west of the E.& T. M. track on Main street.

FOR cigars and tobacco, Eugene Crafts in the lobby of tie Terre Haute House is still "the bos-j."

"HOME, sweet home, there is no place like home. If you want your home really sweet, see that it is well supplied with Terry's Salicylic Soap.

DID you notice how that rod that holds the great iron hat at Foley's hat store is bent about, that was done by the wind yesterday,

FOUR hundred tickets were sold at the I & St. L. depot this morning for the excursion to St. Mary's. A special train with six coaches took them over.

IT is not true that the King of the Sandwich Islands has ordered iooo gross of Terry's Salicylic Soap for his colony of Lepers but it is true that he ought to.

AT noon to-day the river stands 13 feet 2'inches on the board and steadily rising about

2

inches per hour. It has

overflowed some of the bottoms near here.

THE trees at Fox's Grove were badly broken down and generally damaged by the great wind, which will make it bad for pic-nic parties for some time to come.

THE numbering of the streets was a poor job, by the parties who did thebron zing, nearly all are are having to be reprinted by our painters, who are honesenough to use good material.

THE examination of applicants for teachers positions in our public schools will be given to-day at the Normal schcol building by Superintendent Wiley .assisted by Prof Sanderson. The applicants are about

35

in number.

SUNDAY the little girl of A. P. Lee accidentally stepped on a piece of glass lamp globe in the yard and cut clean through her slipper and gave her foot a Jterriblv bad and painful gash. It was promptly attended to and will no doubt, heal soon.

SOME bold thief broke in at Wharton 'Riddle & Co's., last Sunday land stole from T. A. Nantz & Bro's., desk some •valuable papers and a pair of cuff buttons. The loss of the papers will disarrange "Mr. Nantz's work for three months back -.and will damage him

$100,

in money.

The other desks were not touched, for all the other papers were in the safe.

SEVERAL of our merchants have shown much taste and good sense in the manner they have utilized the ground at the rear of their stores, in sodding, setting out vines and shrubs and in fact making neat healthy little garden, and it is a very pretty and beneficial idea. See Mr. August Hobcrg's and Messrs. Bauer and ppringer and P. M. Donellys. Go and do likewise. 'I

A SECOND HAND book seller called at the agricu':u-nl depnrtment, a few days ago. and oficuxi to «ill two hundred copies of the annual report of that department for the years

1874

and

1S75.

Upon

inquiry of the person?, it was stated by him that he had purchased them from a .member of Congress, and that he could afford to take fifteen cents a copy for them. The member thus sold these bocks which belonged to his constituents. He probably got ten cents a copy for them. The actual cost price of vhe volume is fifty-five cents—Washington Star.

THE POST OFFICE.

The Government leased the building now occupied by the post office for four yeACs with the privilege of four years inore at the same rent, if desired. This lease was made eight years ago, and the first clause of that bargain has now' expired so the Government has a special agent now here to attend to the raatter.

The postal authorities here have no knowledge of any new building to be built and no thought of the present building being vacated. But, some few repairs and alterations ot a slight character are needed in the present office, and the owner will make these and continue the lease of four years ago at Hie past rate, for the ensuing S years the building will doubtless, be oontinued as a post office unless someone else has a better, more convenient building to oftcr on as good terms.

PREPARATIONS fOR THE 4TH

Encouraging Reports From All the Committees.

The Fireworks, Balloon and A! In Readiness.

Last night the several committees previouslv appointed to arrange for the celebration of the Fourth of July at this place, met at the council chamber to report their progress. President R. S Cox occupied the chair. Mr Perdue a member of the committee on finance, was unable to be there on account of sickness and sent a note requesting that some one else be appointed to act in his place. Mr. Regan, also of the finance committee, reported reasonable success in subscriptions. Word was received from Mr. White, who is sick and unable to be out, to the effect thit he had purchased one thousand dollars' wrrth of fireworks. He states that they are very much superior to anything ever exhibited here before.

Mr. Dickhout stated that the sale of stands would take place at the Fair Grounds this morning from

9

to

12

o'clock. The members of the trades unions are said to be preparing for a grand display.

Mr. T.J. Gist has received the large balloon from Paris, which is to be used by Miss Light in her ascension at this place oil the

4th.

If the success of the commit­

tees are a reliable index, we may expect a long-to-be-remembered celebration.

APPLETONS' JOURNAL for July gives consideaable space to novlette bv Christian Reid, entitled "A Work of Retribution." It is given complete, and accompanied by a "ood illustration Mr Sheppard. The illustrated article is liii«d up on Rris«eH's volume. 'The Prince of Wales'.- Tour in India," being devoted principally to the hunting adventures of he prince. Colonel Baker's "Turkey in Europe"' affords the groundwork for another Eastern paper, in which there are some striking pictures of life and notable adventures in the Turkish provinces. There is a pleasing description of the Fame Islands, the "land of gulls and guillemots," off the east cost of England, which he spiced with a love-adventure. An amusing paper on "Osculation" gives the history, philosophy' and poetry of kissing. This article alone must make the number a favorite with ladies. An entertainment paper, by Wirt Sikes, entitled "The True Story of Owen Glendower," is based upon researches and discoveries recent ly made at Caidiff, where Mr. Sikes is now United States consul. A very graphic and striking sketch, entitled "Lighting a Match," records some strange adventures at a German inn. Mr. H. M. Robinson describes in an entertaining manner the character istics of the Blackfeet Indians, and the peculiar methods of trading with them. These different papers illustrate such widely-deversified phases of life as those of India, Turkey, the Western Plains, Wales, Germany, the English sea-side, and America. There are poems, short articles mainly of a humorous character under tae head of "Coollec-tanea," and the editor's usual review of books, and comments on current topics.

WM. HOWARD.

KE MAKES A GOOD OFFICER. The appointment of Wm. Howard, the colored member of the police, seems to have been a very judicious action, and he is rapidly proving to be the right man in the right place. La9t Saturday evening Mr. George Hall, ot the nail works, was way-laid and badly beaten and robbed of all his wages by two men whom he did not recognize in the dark, but Howard took a look at the circumatances and promptly arrested two men on sus picion, because shey acted like a couple of thieves to his mind, their names were Hugh Griffin and Tounsaint Perry, colored, and finally he nailed the crime on to them. They are to be tried this afternoon before Justice Quiglcy who will give them their deserts.- \,

Last evening a brief telegram, was received from Paris to arrest a man named Tom Turner, giving no crime or particulars. Howard promptly started out and in about a half hour brought in his man, and it proved to be the right one. If Howard i9 a good criterion as to what the colored rren can do, give us more ot them.

COURT HOUSE ECHOES.

MAYORS COURT.

Charles Lausing, drunk officer- Philip Mclntyre. Discharged on account ofi advanced age and infirmities.

Anna Havs, disturbing the peace* officer Mann, $1, and costs, station house. Wolf Holman, drunk, officers Hice and She *maker, same fine, sent to the station House.

E.nma Romine, and d, Mann and Roach, $i

.00

and costs, station house.

Peter Kizer, using abusive language, prosecuting witness failing to appear, the case was dismissed.

B.F. HAVENS.

Editors Evening Gizeete. AsB. F. Havens is prominently spolcen of bv "many citizens" as their candidate for Mayor. We take oocasion to say that he is well qualified tor the position. He is a man of most excellent judgment, as well as a good talker. His friends are well satisfied that the interests of the citywould be safe in the hands of such men. It nominated by the democrats tn Thursday evening he will get the support 01 many influential Republicans.

MAMY FRIENDS

CANT PLEASE ALL.

A Belgian paper asserts that if you do not entertain, kind friends shrug their shoulders and say: "H'm, I rather suspect that our frieds are in Short street, eh?" "Looks like it, don't it? Well I'm not surprised." Whereas if you entertain theBame sweet peaple, as they drink youi champagne, sav, "Very prettv, v-e-r-y prett but this sort ofthing can't last long, my boy."

THE heavy rains have taken off the crossing over many of the gutters under the streets in the lower part of the city.

THE TERRE HAUTE

^SCHAFFER'S SINUOSITY:.

Trial of Fred Schaffer in the Criminal Circuit Court.

A Brief Resume of the Evidence in the Case.

The case of the State of Indiana vs. Frederick SchafFer, charged with aiding and abetting the larceny of a cow was concluded in the criminal court this afternoon. This is one of the cattle cases that have been attracting a large share of public attention of late. The material allegations are that Christian Schaffer, a brother of the defendant, and Charles Ready, a hired hand, actually committed the theft, but that the defendant CONSPIRED WITH THE PERPETRATORS of the offense apd shared in the profits. To these alleged facts James P. White, (with whose adventures in the detective business the public are familiar,) swore point blank. Witness also testified, as in the other cases, that he proposed the the stealing, and assisted in it.

On cross-examination, Judge Carlton, of counsel for the defense, elicted from White the strjement that Harry Brown, the owner of the stolen animal, knew, be fore the larceny, that it was to be committed, having been notified of the fact by the witness.

Mr. Foxworthy, in whose pasture the cow had been placed, testified that in the afternoon or evening before the cow was stoleii he received

NOTICE FROM MR. BROWN

that she would be stolen that night, and to see that 6he was taken by three men." He further testified that he was on watch at the time of the commission of the offense.and was a witness of the transaction.

Ansbro Weeks and one Bowles were concealed near the slaughter house, and saw the stolen animal driven into the yard.

THE CHIEF LINK OF DEFENSE is that the theft was committed with the knowledge and consent and at the instigation of the owner, and therefore did not amount to larceny.

The case was argued for the defense by Judge A.B.Carlton and A. B. Felsenthal and bv Col. Wm. E. McLean and N. G. Buff in behalf of the prosecution

No decision had been reached at this writing.

THE INDIAN LOVE OF ORNA. MENT. A somewhat amusing illustratior. of the universal passion for dress, which forms a distinguishing characteristic of the Blackfeet, equally with other Indians, occurs in these trades. The fashionable costrime of the red-man is not generally regulated bv the variable moods of the mercurial Parisian indeed, it has undergone but little change since the memory of men. Certain interesting specimens of the race are said to have been seen attired in even less than the vaunted Mexican costume—a shirtcollar and pair of spurs. I myself remember to have seen one chastily appareled in a stove-pipe hat. But it frequently occurs, during the trades, that some doughty chieftain tlects to appear in more than regal magnificence before his tribe and tor his benefit, and those of similiar tastes, the company annually import certain ancient costumes prevalent in England some half-century since. The tail, stove-pipe hat, with round, narrow rim the snuff-brown or bright-blue coat, with high collars, climbing up over the neck, the sleeves tightlv fitting the waist narrow—this is the Blackfcet's ideal of perfection in dress and the brave who can arrav himself in this antique garb struts out from the for: the envy and admiration of all beholders. Often the high hat is ornamented with with a decayed ostrich-plume, drooping like the shadow of a great sorrow, which has figured in the turban of some dowager of the British Isles long year since. While the presence of trowers is considered by no means essential to the perfect finish of the costume, the addition of a narrow band of gold lace about the coat is regarded as imparting an air of tone to the general effect not to be obtained in anyother way. For such a costume the Blackfeet brave will barter his deer-skin shirt, beaded, quilled, and ornamented with the raven locks of his enemies his head-band of beautiful feathers and shells and the soft-tanned and flowing robe of buffalo-skin—a dress which adds a kingly dignity to his athletic form for one which Pantaloon would scorn to wear. Fortunately, the nsw dress does not long survive. Little by lit Je it is found unsuited to the wild life which its owner leads, and, although never losing the originally high estimate placed upon it, is discarded at length by reason of the many inconveniences arising from running buffalos in a plug-hat, and fighting in a swallow-tail coat against the Crees,—[H. M. Robinson, in, Apoletons' Journal for July. —»-«^i

COUNTY MONEY MATTERS.

GOOD SHOWING FOR OUR PRESENT EXCELLENT COMMISSIONERS. The expenses for the year of running the county are shown by the subjoined figures: Criminal 3,154 4S jury 74 05 Grand jury 772 60 Circuit court jury 2,941 Oo Bailies.... 1,488 70 Insanity. 813 45 Court reporter 40 00 Printlne and stationery 3,281 95 Assessing revenue. 1,949 50 Knumeration of voters 449 25 Interest account cor 4,746 10 Election expense 2,07o 8J Poor expense ..... 16.423 94 Poor asylum 3,324 61 Specific.....— 3,845 88 Insurance percentage 764 60 Fees and salaries of county officers..— 15,720 98 Roads and bridges 3,412 64 Public buildings 3,344 95 Deaf and dumb 365 17 Insane hospital 963 80 House ol Refuge- 2,484 47 Female prison 1,675 90

Total 875,793 22 As compared with the following figures this is a most excellent showing: 1876 9 78,382 01 1875 87,478 50 1874 .. 109,645 68 lira #7,744 86 1872 155.168 00

In 1S72, sixty-five thousand dollars were expended for bridges.

MR. CLEARY.

Mr. John Cleary was this morning out on the streets for a while. He visited Messrs. Girdner and Cookerly at the Union depot. The wound in his abdomen is hardly risible.'- .*..

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WEEKLY GAZETTE,

"Fair as the floral goddess herself!" Agness Haviland dropped the wreath of clover-blossoms she was weaving, and looked up, to 6ee a dark handsome face smiling down upon her. "Mr. Lorillard!" extending her han^j in frank welcome while a bright flush rose to her cheek. 'How in the world did you happen t« be in this out-of-the-way place?" "I did not happen to be—I came."

A bird, swooping down suddenly into the branches overhead, showered a fragrant drift ot snowy apple-blossoms on Agnes'uncovered head. "Agness," murmured Victor Lorillard, as he brushed the fragrant petals from her bronze-brown curls, "can you not guess what has brought me here?"

One swift questioning glance from her brown eye, and then the snowy lids drooped again, and the flush grew brighter in each crimson cheek. 'I tried to paint," continued Victor, as he sought to rtad her shy, averted gaze, "but my fingers had forgotten their art. Whenever I sat down at the paint ing I am to finish for the Academy, another face came between me and the canvas—a sweet face, with a rare smile on the innocent lips, and tender, brooding eyes—a face that is dearer and fairer to me than all the WDrld beside. Look up, Agnes, and tell me that my love is not vain."

She lifted her eyes—those tender wistful eyes—to his face, and Victor was satisfied. In their expression he read the sweet answer, that her lips could not frame in words, and the sun 'shone, and the birds sang a cssing on the lovers betrothal.

They sat there in that charming or chard till the sun sank in the crimson west, and the night-wind began to mourn fitfully in the trees. •'Good night, my Agnes," said Victor, when they rose from the rustic seat where they had been sitting he passed out by the gate and made for the railway nation, without seeing a form that crouched down by the hedge only a few feet from where he had parted from Agnes.

When he had passed, the stooping figure rose to a standing posture and a dark, angry face, a woman's face, with evil eyes and and a mocking smile, looked after him in the gloaming. "The falcon soars high," she muttered between her white teeth," but I can bring him down with a word. The snare is set, but the hour is not yet come. I bide my time, Victor Lorillard."

Agnes came slowly down the roaid, swinging her straw hat in her hind. The woman came forward and made a motion as if to detain her. ''Something for my tathcrler-s children, miss," she pleaded, assuming a beggar's whine "three down with the fever, and not a morsel of bread in the house."

The face of Agnes beamed with tender pity and compassion as she put her purse in the outstretched hand. "I wish it was more, for your sake," she said, in her gentle tones "yours must be a hard lot in life."

The woman made no reply, but started off in an opposite direction, at an eager pace, and whun out of sight ef Agnes, sat down, panting like some fierce animal. "Fool that I was," she exclaimed, "to feel one moment's pity for her!" and threw the half-dozen shillings on the ground, and stamped them into the dust "Why should I tell her," she said, fiercely, "his love carries a curse with it? Let her suffer as well as ine and she s,tai ted off at a rapid pace on the London road.

Great was the family pride of the Havilands of Hertfordshire. To be a Haviland, to farm Haviland acres, to fit in the Haviland pew and be laid in the Haviland vault, was the hijght of Adam Haviland's ambition. Great, therefore, was his consternationwhen his sister, Mrs. Cameron with whom Agnes was spending Winter in London, wrote home to Agnes' many conquests, and hinted that the greatest of these was likely to be the hansomeand popular artist, Victor Lorillard. "A cursed beggarly set," he ote in reply. "I am surprised at you, Elsie, for permiting anything ol the kind. No Daughter of a Haviland ever so degrded herself as to marry an artist, und I hope it will be mine to set the example. Break off the affair immediately."

Mrs. Cameron smiled. She had outgrown many of the Haviland notions of caste and contact with the world had rubbed off much of the Haviland pride,.

To

her,

the fervent, manly young

artist, Victor Lorillard,_who had turned the heads of half the young ladies of her set, seemed a most desirable husband tor herpetneice, Agnes!

He had worked his way up from obscurity to fame by his tfclents alone, a..d, though rather shunning society, was for that very reason courted, flattered and adored. "I perfectly adore a mystery," said a pert young.ladv to Agnes Haviland one day, "and Mr. Lorillard is such a mys terv."

Agnes did not ask why. She had already been called "countryfield," and "queer," and an

-iobtuse

darling," by this

fast youi.g lady, a score or more of times, for similar questions, and she deterrffined to find it out herself. So it happeued that when Lorillard was in Agnes company he often found himself the subject of earnest scrutiny from those wistful brown eyes, and at last began to find the sensation agreeable. "Who is your friend with the Madona face and wonderiul eye9?" lie asked the pert young lady one day, when they met at a party. "That girl with the brown curls? laughed Miss Araminta. "That's Aggie Haviland, Mrs. Cameron's country niece, and the sweetest little darling that ever grew among cabbages. Come along and I'll introduce you."

The acquaintance thus begun progressed rapidly. Her womanly rectitude and lofty aims, her childish innocence and trust, wove a charm about her, subtle and powerful, and Victor Lorillard, who had toresworn faith in womankind, and looked upon the sex as a beautiful, dangerous snare, found himself believing in and paying homage to this country-born beauty, who had seldom left her father's farm.

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There clme a day when temptation overcame his scruples and he left town with his mad, hopeles§ love surging in his heart, drowning all compunction* of honor and conscience. And when at Last he came 10 the Haviland farm and saw Agnes sitting in the old orchard, eleared the gate at a bound, andstanding beside her, read in her flushed cheek and

fisMM JA*-

ayerfed. bashful eyes, the story of her innocent love. What passed in that Interview w» have already seen.

But thort was an enemy on their track, cunning, tireless, relentless—a woman whose evil eyes and sneering lips but faintlv represent the demon in her heart

"She shall never marry you, sir!" and Adam Haviland brought his cane down with a peremptory thump that gave emphasis to his words. "A daughter of a Haviland marry a foreigner? Never!" "May I ask ii that is your only objection?" said Victor, pale with suppressed anger, but determined to keep his temper within control. "No, sir I despise your profession and all relating to it. Artist, indeed! A vi cious beggarly craft, whose best virtues are smoking and painting low, shameless women whom it would he an insult even to name in the hearing of my daughter. Agnes shall never so disgrace herself as to marry such a man." "Sir," said Lornlard, humbly, "I am not what I could wish, God knows, but I offer your daughter the first love of a true and honest heart, unstained by any such vices as you hint ot and no evil thought or wish could live for a moment in her pure presence."

The depth of his 'feelings, which betrayed itself in his whitening lips and the trembling of his voice, touched even the hard, stubborn heart of Adam Haviland. "I am sorry for you," he said, in the quietest tones of wnich his harsh voice was capable. "Truly sorry you can never mai ry Agnes."

So he believed. But that night, when the stern old man slept, there was a little group standing at the gate, and Mrs. Haviland, a sad eyed woman, on whose patient face the traces of Adam Haviland's temper were written in lines of care, clasped lier daughter to her bosom, and pressed tearful kisses on her pale young face. "Be kind to her, Victor," she sobbed "she is loving and gentle, and harshness and cruelty would break her heart and she prassed a last passionate kiss upon her darling's lips. "May God so deal with me at the judgement as I with her!" answered Victor, solemnly, as he lifted her to the carriage which was waiting with Mrs. Cameron inside.

Was the oath recorded on high?

Victor Lorillord sat in his studio. All around were scattered the creations of !«is brush and pencil, rare gem*, whose beauty delighted connoisseurs, and pointed the malicious comments on envious crifics

Those who knew him best said that of late a new inspiration seemed given him.

Love lent to the conceptions of his genius a fire aud fervor that had before been wanting, and supplied the one lacking charm to his pictures.

In every picture you could see some expression or ieature of his beautiful wife.

Here, from the pictured face of Mat donna, the eyes of Agnes looked ou with their wondrous sweetness and tenderness there, a child-like dimpled face, with the fine curve of Agnes' lips and Agnes' face.

He was at work on a landscape, a country scene, with a river winding in and out between widow-fringed banks, and an orchard with a hedge surrounding it.

A handsome farm-house, with the figures of a man and woman standing at the gate, and the smile on his face deepened as he rapidly retouched the harsh outlines of one of them, which you could not fail to recognize as the face of Adam Haviland. "That is his grim laee to perfection," he said to himself. "I wonder if I could contrive to make the old fellow smile It would please Agnes, poor child, longing for a glimpse of the home faces."

A shadow fell across his canvass. He turned, to see the malicious sneer of a face from whose mocking smile he had fled years ago—the face of Louise Loriliard.

A deadly faintness overcame him at the sight his brush dropped from his hand.

There was an agony written on his white face as he turned toward her, which she marked with gloating eyes.

She came forward, and glanced curiously at his work. "That portico should be a little higher," she cerelesslv criticised. "You used to be more exact." 'Fiend! demon!" "Don't call names. Should any one chance to hear, they would know at once that a man never speaks thus to any one except to hi9 wife."

His white lips quivered, but no 9ound came forth he was absolutely incapable of speech. "Just there, by that angle in the hedge, I stood and watched you, when you parted from her in the May twilight, and I planned my revenge then."

She paused but as he made no reply, she went on. •'A word to her father then would have saved her but I waited till you had made her your wife"—a sneering emphasis on the la9t word—"and now I am here." "Oh, my innocent darling!" gr»aned Victor "to think that I should have placed vou in the power of this cruel wretch!" "Be les9 complimentary in your epithets," sneered Louise, "or I may loose my temper, my love. The conscquences might be unpleasant, tor bigamy is an awful word, and the English law makes no allowance for the temptation of such a baby faced saint as your Agnes. I am come t® take you with me. My uncle is dead at last and the money and title mine now. I would not think of entering upon possession witl oqt you my lore. Fancy being the husband of the rich Countess Rockville!"

Victor stared at her with a look of hapless misery, more touching than words. "Will money—"he began. "My dear, I am rolling in riches. All I want is yonr devotion to niake me entirely happy. We will go at once and seek the shores of a la belle France. The Chateau ftockville waits for its mistress, and I am in haste to be gone. Each moment spent here only adds to my impa tience, and I hope you will be speedy in your preparations." "I must see Agnes." "Certainly, if you wish, but only in my resence. What! shall I seek my Victor *or years, only to loose him at last? The idea is absurd, love. If you go, your loving Louise will accompany you.* .y

Victor groaned. "Where is the end of one sin?" he said "where is the end of sin?"

He had fled from the incarnate demon

long since, when but a bov in vears. He had phced the sea between himself and the face whose false smiles and wary lures had inveigled the boy into a loathsome and hated marriage and when, reckles-'ly abjuring the chains which bound him, he. had begun to dream of happiness, lo! here were his fetters clanking in his ears, and he must wear them to the life's end.

Louise stood in the doorway, beckoning him on He cast a lingering look around the walls but they dwelt longest on the pictured face of Agnes, smiling down at him from its niche over a marble Clytie.

Then he turned to the baleful eyes and sneering lips of her who stood in the Woorway. "It shall go hard with me, but I chcat you after all," he (muttered then a loud, "I am in your power, beautiful devil--lead on." Night the TheateJ Imperial in Par is.

Behind the scenes there is the usual amount of hurry, bustle and gossip, and the orchestia are turning their instiuments preparatory to the grand overture.

The manager, in agonies of apprehension as to the success of his opera, which is to be produced to-night for the first time, walks hurriedly from stage to green room, criticising everything which comes under his notice.

The prima donna, ready for her part sits in a listless attitude, scarcely conscious of the noise and chatter which goes on about her.

Proud and reserved, she keeps aloof from her companions, between whom and herself there is no congeniality of taste or feeling. The Haviland pride is entirety obliterated even by years of contact with care and sorrow, and she walks among her associates—among them, but not of them. "La belle Anglaise is in a most ungracious mood to-night,"' said one ofthe ballet to a companion, who was touching up her cheeks with cartr.ine, and adding the last strokes to a pair of jetty eyebrows. "It cannot be that she is afraid ot failure." "Bah! She is afraid of nothing her composure is a miracle to us inferior artists. And do you know, I fancy she is a little wrong here

She tapped her forehead significant-

"Possible answered the other carelessly. "Well, you need not entertain no fears where oae has neither heart nor brain there is not the slightest danger and she ended with an illnatured laugh. "How clever you are, to be sure laughed the fisrt speaker, not a whit disconcerted. "We shall see the famous Rochville diamonds to nighi the ConntesG has tak«n a box, and they say her jewels are the finest collection in Europe. Mow Madame does dress, to be sure But, then, she can afford it." "VVhat a devoted husband she must have remarked her companion. "They say he never allows her out of sight." "Jealous, more likely." was the response and just then the ringing of the bell announced the rising ofthe curtain.

The first act was over, when a little stir was created by the entrance of a gentleman with a lady on his arm, robed in a dress of costly magnificence, and radiant with jewels. A tiara of diam#nds gleamed like stars in the midnight blackness of her hair and an opera-cloak of rich white velvet drooped carelessly from her shoulders, and trailed on the floor as she swept along with the step of an empress.

The man had the restive, furtive look of one trying to escape from his keepers —such a look as some of the patients of a madhouse had which I once visited.

The free, proud step and kingly bearing were gone, and one would scarcely recognize the handsome artist, Victor Lorilliard, in the attendant of this haughty iady, who crented such a sensation a's they slowly wended their way to their box.

And yet it i9 he. Night and day his keeper never looses sight of him, the gleam other piercing eyes ever upon hitn, and the smile he has.learned to fear upon her lips.

Doos he seek the retirement of his chamber, a stout valet de chambre guards his door. Does he attire himself for a walk, the ubiquitous Lafieur is at his side to carry an umbrella, for fear it may rain.

Any attempt to escape will, he knows, be punished with exposure and he cannot thus throw away the last chance of some time«meeting Agnes.

In short, so devoted to Madame, that in all the years that have dragged their sl.rw-tortured hours along he has not taken a step nor drawn a breath unfettered or unwatched. "You are nervous, love," said the countess, playfully tapping his arm with her jewelied fan: what has happened to you?" "It is the suffocating sensation I have felt round my heart so inuch of late," he replied, with an effort. "You should be more careful—you should, indeed," the lady said, with ten der concern.

The second act began the clear, warbling voice of the prima donna rose amid the filence of that vast multitude, and swelled into a passionafe pleading wail, that was like utterance of a soul in the deepest agonies.

With the last note upon her lips, she cast her eyes upwards to the box of the Countess Rocheville.

Her song ceased the yearning, tender eyes grew dim she stood with outstretched arms, still as if turned to stone.

The audience applauded her attitude was perfection the tenor, impatient to begin, grew embarrassed and Victor, his eyes fastened upon hers, felt a deadly faintness creaping over him.

His memory went back to the days he had passed with Agnes. He saw the old orchaid with its wealth of apple-blos-soms.

The light glimmered before his eyes he thought it was the shadow shimmering over the brown curls of his darling as the wind swept the apple-boughs above their, beads. ». 1

The eager hum of excited voices came to his dull ears like the hum of bees on the clover blosoms, as they did on that sweet Spring day so long ago, when in the wistful brown eyes he read the soul of his Agnes.

In that long, yearning gaze theirjsouls met* he moved his lips with an inarticuate cry. and fell forward the soul of Victor Lorillard was out of bondage.

They were buried in one tomb, for the Countess was persi»tent, and set all opposition at defiance. "It was meet and fitting that it should be so," she said, and that was all the explanation she would give.