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i. 1 II.. I- I l.ir. < hr i-. .l> (CblosoCalrsato In th* Convent of St. Joseph, high above the Pinchoit 1't^f, Filtr KOuk#Mft the ''tar kuell to say tba 5eykDe^nit little cared they tor the oleum wwU they ''. All their tliou(tat|feer "" "" damliu* fur their Christmas unr npread. Mach they murmured at the Abbot (or hit ilow and measuroU drone , Will h never clone the service ?" Suddenly clearer ttnt tUttf above tli. n " Kor BU ouuitug, who to av* a wotki from tin Lett thegloijofUii<) heavens for the manger of an ma, H Is this mock k<tU ill -.! forev-. boeow lay Will you feast homee of UM are tarvlr_ - HI* aake aria* ttabed and osseocked friar* took their way. Downward through the holy hltlT ' ObileuuM Day , Blaok maiunt the drifted their nuure* a* Muob tbey looked To tb* needy anoWhe dying >ur welooue," I* It thus you irist child tbat on Mary'* tile other* famish ? In th* then. For bses of tbe i showed I on an evil i the black- I to supply the '" knd boiling (all from her hands. He won- dered why BUB grew 10 deadly pale, ami trembled HO. The sadden radiance of a mouisnt ago bad all none (rum bur fao*. " G.ve them aiy love," (be Hid in a hanky voice, " and tell thsm tell them that I am greatly eujjyiug my visit to Eden." CHAPIEKVIII. St. Lson oame home one afternoon and made bit way straight to tbe library. The tbiokly carpeted tl jur gave back uo echo to bit (outfall*, and he utood on tbe threshold of tbe room several minutes gazing in at tbe open door unobserved by tbe single oocu|itil o( tbe apartment. As be bad shrewdly suspected, bis moth- er's guest had availed herself to tbe full of his permission u uie tbe library in bis ab-ienoe. Quite oblivious to his near presence now, Beatrix was curled up in bis great easy- obair in a oosy, kittenish attitude, her warm flashed obeek buried in tbe hollow of out) small baud, her dark eyes bent in rapt interett on an open book in her lap. A ray of suuehioestealiugth rough thelaoe)ourtaina al t ho window penoilled golden bam on her white dress and bright hair, making her look like a picture to whose beauty St. Leon's cultured eyes were by DO means oblivions. He hesitated t> startle her from her pretty, negligent attitude, but as hs Christmas tor*. im** their cherished Hobed and ousocked ap the mountain through ... . the dying light of day Climbed the fifty weary friars, dreary was tbe way ; Long and dreary wa< tb* way : At it* eod uo Chrintiua* dalntle* wait*! for them of their ID tb* hall, Bread ami water forme. I their dinner. Cbrieinu* thi wai all. But tbelr joy what heart can measure when above the Abbot'e drone As b* led their T**p*r eenrioe rang again that clearer tone : Y* ar* blea In blessing other*; who*o l*nd*tb to tb* Lord Kiudeth her. aud more hereafter hi* excelling great reward. He is ever Christ the Gift reward* true giving. found of tOeru Who with gift* of heart and service *ek for Him Into >ll*ne* dl*d the m Betblebem- r have found Him." a . hugerin* notee away , In the huab tb* Abbot wbiip*r*d .^r-lrt * r. TBAT KEiDTlFDL RIVER, I should not do tbat unless I war. driv.i to desperation," said the girl to her self with unconscious bravsry. She looked through tbe window out upon the beautiful grounds. "It is a lovely homo," she said. ' could be very happy here it I bad no shadow on my heart. But I cannot forget my sin. I remember always soms lines that I hav* read. Home flowers of Kdeu we still inherit, But tbe trail of tbe serpent is over them all. " I would not call it sin if I were yon,' Clarioe. " Tbat is too harsh a nams. My mistress did not call it eo. Sbe said it was only a justifiable oouoMr-plot, ouly a harm- ' , girl's conspiracy." 1 1 know -best. Sbt i* older <t^w ' said (be n aod W^BM W ""T"" - - a gleam of boee on ber faos. the piu.iro . -~. - -* ~ -- -^ imcreasioo her last word* bsd mssie ^For my part I think is is the best loks I .,.r heard of. I do not pU- * G', ion. on. bit. They deserved to be ooled sbe said. " There was no fault m Miss G?r don', lever, only he was not as rich as sb* '^Poverty is almost a crime in tbe eyes of the rich-is it not? " asked bsr mistress, Roy's. Your lorgiveneso was ouly ba bearted." He wa more vexed than tlii knew. H wonderful oondenoenmou had uot borne th fruit he expected. He leaned back in b obair with his elbow on the table, ai pulled at his dark mustache with 1 shapely flutters, the ooetly diamond ou i baud flatb.ug luridly. What a stubborn little mite it is Wbile tbe small object of bis displeasu watched tbe door with longing even, year ing to .neap, from tbe oppressive digni of bis presence, she felt herself growin crimson uuder bis cold, proud gaze. " You have not asked me yet if I your parents," be aaid, after soms miuute of tbat oppressive silauM. " II is coming now," thought tb. sma culprit in despair, and sbe felt guilty tba tbe color was all fading out of her obeel under those watchful eyes. Bbe oonl only stammer, faintly, " Did you / ' To her infinite j >y and relief, he ana were in the negative. 'No, I did not see them. I called twis but at both times they were out oni driving in tbs park, and again attending reoeption. " Yon do cot look sorry, Miss gsxed bis mesmeric eyes attracted hers. Bbe glauoed irresistibly up and met IweVeBUwVu uctn. utjw sc.*euww wsf bis dark, burning eyes fixed witb a strange, inscrutable expression upon ber own. Instantly Beatrix sprang up, the book falling to tbe floor, a little cry of surprise on her lips, her face paling, a look of inex- plicable terror in b.r dark .yes. " Am I an ogre tbat yon do me the honor to be frightened at me, Miss Gordon ?" hs inquired, advancing into the roo n, a tone of displeasure in bis deep, musical voice. " I I was not frightened only startled, sir," said Beatrix, faintly, as sbe stooped to recover ber book. She laid it upon the table and was about to leave the room wben be stopped bsr with a Slight wave of bis gloved band. " Resume your seat, Miss Gordon. 1 sball not believe yon are not frightened if you rurf away Ilk* this," he said. Bhe sat down with a gasp and waited. Bbe bad been full of vague fear* and sus- picions regarding bis vi.it to New York. Bbe waited witb a beating beart and a pale face for bis next words. Hs would say, with tbat fine scorn bis mobile fao. was so capable of expressing; ' You are found out in yonr miserable conspiracy, Laurel Vane. Yon have oome here pretending to be Mr. Gordon's daugh- ter wbile you covered ber elopement with her lover. Tbe true Beatrix Gordon 11 far away, married to tbe man sbe has chossn, id defiance of ber parents and frisnds. Punishment cannot reach ber. but you. Laurel V.,,r, will bave to nuffor lor tbe outrage you bave helped to perpetrate on the G-irdous aud on us." Wbile sbe waited with a sick horror to bear him utter those words, sbe wondered vaguely what tbey could do to ber for h.r har. in Beatrix Gordon's conspiracy. Could they oast ber into prison ? Bbe bad wen tbe outside of a penitentiary once. How g-ioi and dark aud forbidding it looked with its iron doors and gratert win- dows J Would ?>- "*. .* . ,V Jel 1 * as Ibat, kud gUam of nof on > MJ... """ witLbl be for li(e. Hh 5KB.-^A^yS tt^ U i. ^0^ and i innocence. l**sl*sV^s *- " ^ - . J _ * W L. .._ >_ . refuse to humor me," self in displeasure. he thought to him Gordon, although i tetiy to yon tbat 11 Indeed, 1 ai but sbs could n His worda tbat sbe could did not tell ber He would not b he bad hoped to lovsr from whom' He would even ha It was a nsw thing 'as purely out of eoni at there." sorry she murmurei ' i ber face look so. great a relief to he jk disappointed. I disappointed b. wi iwnsd to himself th something about th ay bad separated be iksd to bave seen him for tbe oioM, worl nrked away steuiy on aa o ia, " M ^.. .rtfuUy fohowd up'th. how far aud bow long tb. powerful arm o! , * L _ j a. . . I... 1.. n,,,,M ra&nh ea an.w.red. almost tartly, and she' began to hum under bsr breath ; Dollar, and dim**, dollar* and <"uie*. An empty pocket U the woret of crimes I Hsr young mistrsss remained gazing thoughtfully from the window, the .ad sxprLion of her (ace hidden by tb. fall,n K wave, of her golden hair. U.p, heav, sighs breathed at interval* over hsr lips. Heveral days passed quietly without any thing occurring to frighten our masquerad ina heroine again. The Le Boys gave no In of their surpri- at anything that SourVed. They had, in fact, concluded uat a great deal of her odineee and or.gin. Ihty arose from tbe fact of tbs lover in the When sb looked sad, as sbs sften did 'they concluded she was thinking of the law could rsaob. Bat tbe dreadful words for which sbe waited wbile tbe band of ice seemed to grip her tbrout, remained unspoken. Mr Li Roy seated himself leisurely and drew off his dark kid glove*. Then be t k u|> li volutue hVi bad been read- ing, aud glanced at tbe title. " I hope you have enjoyed your monopoly of mv library," be said. Yes," she answered, faintly. " Aud yon are sorry I bavs rsturned to outt yon (rom its enjoyment aren't you ?" he asked, studying her young face keenly. I ebould be very rude to say so," sbe answered, gaining courage as tbe dreadful charge for which she waited was delayed. " Ai to that yon cannot be ruder than I was in desiring yon to stay out of this room wbile I was at borne," be replied, , weary St. Leon Le Roy to feel curious c anything . bat he bad a great deal of our osity over tbe man whom Beatrix Gordc loved. " I should like to know if be is worthy bar," was hi* excuse to his own heart. Bat be bad uot seen the Gordons, an be had found out nothing about) tbe daughter'! lovsr. If be is good and true and noble should like to hslptbe child to happiness be said to himnelf. " If Le is an ignob fortone-hun^r, aa they say, I should mos decidedly try to forward tbe Gordon's plot And it was rather curious tbat in his ow mind hs bad i|4ts decided that tb unknown young man was a villain of tb deepeet dye. He pitied Beatrix for ha' ing fallen in love with a scamp who was only after bsr money. But as the da went by a change sin* over Beatrix th puzzled him. Home of ber shyness, ber timidity, b. sadness wore cff. A look of ooutentmeu dawned ou the fair face and in tbe dar syes. Her cheeks gained color aod rouu ' ness. Bbe even langhed somstimee, mellow laugh that was so sweet and glac it thrilled one'* heart to bear it. Mrs. Roy was puzzled. " Bbs IH certainly not pining for be lover," sbe said to *er son. " At first sb was so strange and sad I thought she was bresking bsr biart over him. But sbs so young it is likely that change of seen has driven him completely out of ber min Tbe Gordons did well to send her bare." Tbe day came when she changed he ir potnt. T - -y -* .., 61 ber sou bad quil of Beatrix's abwen heart. Not tbat B ..-...- gave ber any reason t but tbe wish war father to tb Bbe wouU have been delighte ""YnVer "fceart fauce-tbat the e blotted out th* i lover from bsr y Leon or Beatrix think so, thought if tbeee two had fiJIeu in love with eao other, tor tbe great*! desire of her bear was to see Bt. Leon married. < n A. ii.u ix. In tbe private prior of a n.at hotel in city not v.ry far fun New York, th. tru Beatrix Gcrdoo a* silling on. lovsl morning awaiting b. oomicg of b.r bus I ' " M 11 nusaw ^^ |Jt with sn air o( insincerity. " Will yon pardon my selfishne**, Miss Gordon, and permit me to remove the embargo ?" Bhe could scarcely believe her ears. Hie tone was distinctly kind. Had be, then, (ouudont nothing? \Vas hsr secret safe yet a little longer ? Seeing tbat sb. hen.tated, and did not band. Although Beatil had deoeived an It vexed leave her aivu, - done. He said to her. earoastieally : Are yon crying for your mamma, little ^Beatrix flashed him a swift, angry look through her tears, and answered ' At least sbe has th. graos to bs hen- set." hs said to himself. Boms curiosity cams over him regarding the man who had won th. b.art of this girl. -H. would bave liked to know hi, name, and what be looked like, and ii he was worthy of the prize he had won. -Confide in ma. Miss Gordon," hs said, obeying an impulse he could not himatlf understand. " Tell m. what your troubl. is. Perhspe I can help you.' ..... Beatrix shuddered in horror. Ah, if be knew, bow little h. would bs inclined to b.lp her. Rather h. would spurn h.r (rom the proud gates of Eden. , .. , " You are very kind, ba^tajterea. thank you, but it i* nothing." He looked at h.r a little scornfully. " I hav* hsard that womsn cry for noth- ing." b. said. " I suppose itmust bs true as I now bear it confirmed by on. of tbe "she seldom saw him except at mesU, and a littl. wbtls in the drawing-room of an v.ning. Th. moet of his tim. was "pen in th. library or out riding and walking But on. day be oame to ber abruptly. -I am going np to New York for a few days," he said. " I hop. you will noak use of my library while I am out of tb * * Thank yon," he said, radiantly. " If I should nee yonr parents," b. con tinned, " shall I give them any messag for yon ?" She started and tbe crimson rose sb* WM this wbeth^l oboose, to read, or write, or study? Yon "Thank you," flu murmured, not yet daring to look at him. You thank me, but you do not say tbat yon will com.," be said. "Will yon pleas, to look at m. a moment, Mi*s G irdoo ? I lik. to b. looked st wben I am talking " With an effort th i lifted b.r long fringed ashes, and forced b.rself to meet his rond. glittering dark eyes. I am a spoiled child. I like to be nmored," he said, with a smile tbat ighted bis f*ee into a subtle sweetMM hat first showed her bow dangerously fas mating the master of Eden ooold be when i. will.d. " I want yon to tell me, Miss Oordon. that you forgive my selflnhness ne otber day, and tbat yon will come to deeerted ber parew, and foisted an impos ter on tbe arutooMio Le Roys, sbe I xjkec positively and nntiiably happy this brigb summer morning Ber lovely blonde f --- with ita crown olftft gollen hair, glo.. with love and hppiness, and ber beaut; was enhanced bjsier becoming morning dress of soft pal tiuu with delicate trim ruing* of rich oreatinted laos. Tb. door opaicj suddenly, and Cyril Wentwortb, ber hs*ome young buaband entered with a l<er in his band. Hr kiK.ed bis fair youl bride, and held tin delicit* envelope intalizingly out o reach. " At last !" cried jng Mrs. Wentworth eagerly, and eh. splg upon a chair am gayly p jesested berf of her letter. " I in from my tweet lit Laurel." Bbs tore it opeu afrao ber eyes quickly ever tbe oontent,hile ber bunbanc watched ber exprsie (ace with deep anxiety. Bbe finiibed at ., and turned ber fond, smiling blue e)upon Cyril's ques- tioninK face. " All g >es well," saaid. " They have not discovered my ohiing little plot yet. Papa and mamma hi written, aud they are but u as well as us) Clarice answered their letter*, and imtd my band and style so well that tl were completely imposed upjn." "Clarice must be ever msid," said Cyril. " Bbe is," said Besti Her eduoatijn it far above that of class generally. Bbe was very valuablim*. I hated to bin room as freely as to any other room in tbe house. You will promise me, will yon not? No one ever refuses mt anything !' " There is nothing to forgive -yon bad a right' she said incoherently. " If there was aod mind, I do not admit there was I forgive yon freely." " Thank yon. Aod yon will oome ?" " Home times perhspa," sbs stammered. Hs pulled at bis dark mustachi Impa- tiently. " I must havs a more definite promise than that," be said. " I am used to having my way about everything." Though tbe words were arrogant, the tons was kind. Hs was thoroughly in earusst. Bbe hesitated. Bbe did not want to bs drawn into sueb a promise, standing too much in awe of tbe stately master of Edn. "You will not promise," he said, piqued " Very well. But yon are the first woman who ever refused a request of Bt. Leo* Le pait witb ber, but I obliged to send h.r to Edeu to ketp appearances, answer mamma's lettsmd keep Laurel Vane up to ber part." 11 And wben is the I to end ?" asked Oyril. " Ob, not for several tbs yet, it I can help it," answered the y bride, looking !rigbten.d at tb. very " ' But why keep it n|ong? I cannot understand your relu* to have your parents learn tbe truth. Tbey cannot Forbid the bans now, h are united M fast ae Church and Stan bind UP," said Cyril Wsntwortb, who m boosst, open nature . and now that b won his bonny bride, longed to bave tsols world hear whst a pn/. he bad wo " I bavs a secret reajyril, darling," said tbo fair bride, twlr arms about his oeok, and looking i bis face with sweet, shining eyss. " urel plays her part wsll, and I can our marriage secret s few montbs.soOkt good fortuns will oome to ne, Cyril. If not if it is all found out sooner why, then," witb a little oon trated sigh, " I shall still have you, my dear. Fate -jauuot take you from me !" 11 1 a 01 dying of curiosity, darling,' laughed Cyril Wentworth. " No matter. Yon shall not bear ope word till the time IH up," answered Beatrix gayly. " I forbid you to even think of tbe matter again, sir I" Yonr wishes are my law," answered tbd lover-husband, in a ton. as gay aa her* " Tber. is on. thing tbat troubles ma,' sbe said, presently, running ber eyed again over tbe letter which sbe still held opan iu her baud. " Ltur.l writes me tbat Mrs. Le Boy's son has returned from bis Euro pean tour, sud it at Eden." Why Bbould that troubl. you, dearest ?' b* inquired, tenderly. " Do yon not se. that the chances of dis oovery are doubled, Cyril ? Mrs. Le Roy aeldoin leaves home, aud would be fa more likely to be imposed upon by our littl* canspiraoy than would b.r keen wilted son Laurel writes ms that be is keen, critical brusque. Sbe i afraid of him." I have a fancy about this Mr. I. j Roy,' said Cyril, lightly. " H. will fall in love witb tb. pretty little impostor and marry her." Beatrix looked grave and troubled at this novel sngReelion. Ob, that would never do," sbe cried My little Laurel is as beautiful as a dream, but she U not a fitting mats for 61 Leon Le Roy. tie is wealthy and aristo oratij, and, I have heard, as proud as Lnoi far. And ebe a drunken j jornalist's daughter I No, no, tbat would never do Cyril. Bbe would not dare I am no afraid of such a tbing. Bbe sball oome aod live with ms and be like my own sister wben ber stay at Eden is over, and we shal find her a husband more suitable to bsr than Bt. L.eon Ls Roy 1" CHAPTER X. Two months bad passed, and Laurel Vans still remained at Eden, in ber character ol Mr. Gordon's daughter. Tbe clever o jn splraoy bad not been discovered yet. Indeed there seemed less chance of this oatastrophs than at first Laurel, with ready adaptability, was beginning to fit berself into b.r place. Undir Clarice's constant tuitions and admonitiooM, ber shyness and timidity had been somewhat overcome, and a pretty, graceful eaee bat replaced it. Her beauty bad expanded anc increased like a flower in the sunshine Aa tbe first restraint of bsr manner wore off abe developed a rars grace and wtnninf sweetness tbat, added to ber native origin ality, made !ief very charming. Mrs. Le Roy, in her stately, quiet way, bad grown fond of ber guest. 11 Although there could not be a greater contrast imsgined than exists betwsen Beatrix aud her mother, I am inclined to give tbe palm to tbe former," sbe oui.t'i lee to Bt. Leon. " I was fond of Mr* Gordon when ebe was a girl. Bbe wa a fair sweet young girl, but sbs lacked tbe charms tbat distinguish Beatrix. Tbe girl makes me think of some beautiful, timid, wild bird." "At Drat you thought ber awkward and uncultivated," said Bt. Leon, oareleHly. It was mere shyness that him worn of long ago," answered Mrs. Leroy. " Sb. puuler jne still, but ha pn longer r rr ~... .^aara anoTuucultured. " Btni ] admit that ber education has been an uuoon veutioual one. Bbe knows little tbat a girl in ber [oiition might be ezpeo ed to know. Ou tbe contrary, she has some attainments not to be looked (or. Hhe knows Ourman and Latin and some French, but ahs bas no aooom plmniuenta, and sbe cannot play the piano. Sbe says ber (atber educated ber. I take it be is a peculiar perw>u." ' Rather, I should say," Bt. Leon aasenti, witb bis slightly bored air. Anyhow, I believe the is perfectly cured of her fancy for tbat that person. I bave never heard bis nams yet have you, St. Leon?' " Yes ; it is Cyril Wentwortb." " A gojd nams. Is it possible that He* trix told yon?" exclaim* his motbsr. No; I beard it once, by the merent aooioVut, on one of my trips to New York," St. Leon answers, witb bland indifference. And a ah ! What kind of a man is be, BE. Leon? A black as he was 4nted ' ' " By no means they say even tbe devil ii not tbat, you kno I bave even seeu paratively poor I with a short, dry laugh. tbe fellow, tie is oom eh'juld say tbat tbat is tbe worst there is to him Uandaome ?" Ai Apollj and better still young," he answers, witb a iibort, dry laugh that ha* a ring of bitterness in it. Tbs mother's heart, quick iu iutiuot, catches tbe subtle iutouatiou of ulujost 11 vy in tbat oue concluding word. Sbe lays ber white baud ou bin shoulder and looks up into tbe bandiome, proud, orld weary face with itn cold, curKd lips not pittyiogly St. Leon has never borne ity in bis life but with fondest love aud admiration. An youug ai you, Bl. Leon ?" she asks peoinusly solving hi-, unacknowledged wound. " Why, motbsr. bow you talk I" be says, ot unkindly. Why, I am old Thirty ve my last birthday, and the crows feet ud gray hairs uot no far away !'' Do yon care, my sou ?" she asks him, little wintfnlly. " Care why should I ?" he auks, frown ng. " And yet I have no mind to contra iot the poet, who says : The lou of youth is sailneen To all who think or feel A wonn.1 no after gladneM Can ever wholly heal ; And yet so many snare It, We learn at last to bdar it. His glance wanders from tbe window out oto tbe beautiful groundn, where Lanrel *u in wandering, bright-eyed, bright aired, lovely, in tb. gold.n springtime of outh. Sweet face, sweet eyes, and gleaming Sun-gifted mingling hair Lips like two roae-buds dieamtng In June's fruil-acented air. Life, wben her spring days meet her, Hope, when her aniieln greet her, is not more calm nor nweeter, And love is not more fair. " After all, there is nothing on earth so wautiful as youth," h. says, aloud, bis ark ey.s following th. flatter of that bite robe among tbe tr.ee. "Sbe looks furtively past him and seei aurel, too, the sunlight shining on the air young face, ber white apron overskirt eaped high with flowers after ber usual fashion, tbe refrain of a sing ou her lips tbat floats back to them iu snatches. It sf MJTB. Browuiug's " Tbe Lady's Yas.' 1 T*s, I au8wer*d you lent uiRhl, No, this luurniug, bir, 1 say Color* even by caudle-light, ^* Will uut look tbe same by day. When tb* viols played their best. Lamps above aud laughs below, Love we suuuded like a jeet. Fit for ves. or 8 1 for uo. Mrs. Le Ray laid ber d -lioate band, all glittering witb jewels, on the (.boulder of her idolizud eon. ' Bt. Loon, you talk of growing old," sbe said. " My son, doss not tbe flight of time remind you that yon are neglecting a duty yon ow. to yourself ?" He turned to look curiously into her face, and the white figure out among tbe trees wandered farther away, seeking new delights, like the bright- winged butterflies, among tbe flowers. The echo of her song died in tbe distance. " Dul), mother," be aaid, carelessly. " I did uot know tbat the vocabulary of mj life contained tbat bard word. I thought all I bad to do was to ' eat, drink, and ' " sarcastically " ' be merry.' " " Si. Leon, you are but feigning ignor- ance of my meaning," sb. said, wistfully. " Ton misundsrstand ms." " Upon my honor, no," be said. ExpiasB yourself." " Yon should marry." A dark red fliuh crept under his olive skin. His slender straight black brows met in a frown over tbe proud dark eye*. " I thouKbt we bad dropped that subject ages ago," he said, frigidly. ' Forgive me," pleadingly. " I cannot help bat revive it again. Bl. Leon, when yod quoted tbat epicurean motto, 'eat, drink, and be merry,' you forgot that latter clause, ' for to-morrow w. du.' " Hs shrugged his broad shoulders impa- tiently. "Wsll?' be said. " 'for to-morrow we die,' " sbe repeated. " And oh, Bt. Leon, tb.r. is no hsir to Eden I" " Quelle importel" lifting In- dark browe witb a slight gsetnre of indifference. " Ob, my sou. do not treat it with indif- ference." sbe cried. " You are tbe last Le Roy o! yonr race. Tbe fine old nams will die witb you, the wealth of tbs L. Roys will pass to strangsrs, unless yon marry and leave an beir. I am proud. I cannot bear to bave it thus. Ob, St. Leon, oboose yourself a wit* and ms a daughter from among tbe fair dames of your own land." Her handsome, haughty old face was transformed with emotion, ber dark eye* dim with tears. He turned from tbs sigbt of it and 1 xjked from tbs window again, but the slim white hrfurs no longer gleamed am-iug tba green trees and tbe bright par- ttrrti of fluwsrs. It bad strayed out ol sight. "Where sball I find yon a daughter worthy of yonr love, my lady mother? ' be said, lightly, yet with some intangible emo- tion beuestn bis tone. Bbe hesitated, and her glanoe, too, wan- dered from the window and oame back dis- appointed. " Hi. Leon, what do you think of Beatrix Gordon ?" ahs asked wistfully. The dark eyes flashed. "For sbame, mother! Would I eiejtl anotbefanau'* betrothed ?" he said. Meanwhile Laurel Vane bad strayed carelessly on to tbe gates of Eden, tbe light soLg null lingering on ber lips, tbe light of tbe day reflected in ber eyee aud on ber faoe. Sbe was learning to be happy, this beautiful girl over whose unconscious bead bung tbs Hbadow of long years of sorrow. Bbe leaned ber arm on tbs rustic gate and looked wonderiugly, as sbe often did, across tbe dosty carriage- road al tbe besulifol river. "Should I ever be coward enough to throw myself into its dark depths, and ' eo end all' ?" abs asked herself, with sudden gravity. A sudden step, tbe dark figure of a man looming before ber, mads ber lift b.r wide, dark eyes. A cry ol mingled horror, loath ing, aud fear burst from her lipe. " Ross Powell I" (To b* continued.) w m. \.d.ll,, ,,. ...lll.o. In Sweden the bride mam ctrry bread in ler p joket, and as many pieces of it as sbe oau throw away, just so mnob trouble doe* she oast from ber ; but it m no luok to ;ather tbe pieces. Bbould tbe bride IOM ler slipper, then sbe will lose all troubles, only io this oase the person who picks it ap will gain riches. Tbe Manxmen put salt in <beir pockets, and tbe Italians "blessed" charms. Tbe Romans were very super- stitious about marrying in May or Febru- ary ; they avoided all celebration days, and tbe Calends, Nones and Ides of every mouth. The day of the week on which the I h of May fell was considered very unlucky in many parts of " merry old Bug- aod," and in tbe Orkney Islands a bride elect* ber wedding day so that its evsning may have a growing moon and a flowiug tide. In Sootlaod the last day of the year is thought to be lucky, and if the moon should happen to be full at any time when a weddiog take* plaoe. tbe bride's oup of happiness is expected to be always (all. In Perthshire tbe couple who have had their bans published at the end of one, aod are married at the beginning of another, quarter of a year, can expect nothing but eudi. mliituir. lie tlul.iin. We flud the following in tbe veterinary department of the f,-irit o/ the Timet, tbe great horse paper of New Tork : " This great European remedy has already been recognized in thin country by horsemen as being o( the greatest efficacy. For lame- nees, water in tbe legs, farcy, thrust sores on withers and neck, knee sprung horses, mange, ringworm, external carbuncles, etc.! it is a safe specific. In its use it super- cedes cautery ; leaves no sear, and as a blixter has no equal. Veterinary Burgeon Hollingswortb, of TTtioa, styles it tbe best remedy ever used, and it is recommended by many of tbe best horsemen of America," Mr. Oorst, M P., one of Lord Kn- dolpb Churchill's party of four, obtamed a Fee of 135,000 for bis recent visit to Hydera- bad, which is only 916,000 less than Mr. Sergeant Ballantiue received for the defence of the Ouioowar of Baroda BOD* yean ago. An Arkansas farmer Is driving a lam look of turkeys 133 miles to the LittU Hook market. \