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BT JAMBS WHTT001D BULKY. - Caterer tbe weather my be,' says be 'Whatever the wealbar mar be spUae. if )e will, an' I'll kay me say enpoalu' lo-diy waa tbe wmlria-t day, WsMUie w*ath<r be cbaugiu' beoau eye cried, * tbtt eauw be graiS were ye era nnai 7 Vise beet u to make your own uiu II*T," tays be * t* halvver tbe wea uer may," kavk be * Whatever tbe wealbar may be I * Whatever tbe weather mav be," taye he * Whatever the weather may be, * tbe auug ye sing an' tbe sun lee ye wear TLiai'ii a ujitkiu' Ibn tun khiue ever) where; Anu the world of glt*ou u a wurld of glee, WkJ to. bird la tue busb au' the bu<l lu me tree, whatever tbe weatber rj'y b," aayi he- ir tbe weatber may be I" in ~a'eTtr i he leather may be," sayi b W Law tor tbe woaluer may be, Te oan bring tbe ipriug. *iu it< green an' gold, An' UM ( re*a lu tbe (ruve wbr tbe uuw liee eoio. aw 1 ye' 1 warm your back, with a eaiilia' fao, As)lt >l yuur benrlb like an old fireplace, Whatever the weather wy be." Myi no Whatever Ibe weUier may be I" THAT BEAUTIFUL RIVER. They nrver forgot bow deathly white she grew, oor how wild mid frightened tba dark eye* looked. She threw out her hands M iJ to ward off a blow. " Ooufeee to 81. Leon ? Why, I would foooer die !" ibe gasped. "But, my dear obill," remonstrated Beam*, "be would be far more likely to forgive you if you OIL f Meed to bin yourself than it I bt trayed yon." " Too will cot do tbal, ob, you will not do that I You oonld not be j cruel !" gaepcd L>iarl, throwing herself impulsively at Beatrix i feet. Ob, Mrs Weotworth, 1 helped you to harpinsee I Do not rob me erf mine !" Olanoe raued ber gently and replaced her lo ber eea*. " Ton bve not beard all my plan out, Laurel, eaid Beatrix. " I do DOI forget Ik* debt I owa to you. I would sooner be p yea than betray yon. I wan going on K> eay that i( yon would be brave enough to eoofeee to bt. LMD u >w yon have wrooged hiss, I too would oonfe s to bim. I would tell him bow mnob I wat to blame. I would beg biui to forgive you beoauae yon were ao ktnoeent aod ignorant, and btoansi yon loved him so. Tben U it oame to tbe wont ID hi* pride aod hie wrath he should pejt you away from bim yon might come to ue to Cyril and me." The hapless y once, creator* did not an wet a word. She etared at Beatrix mutely with wide, wild eyes like a bnoted fawn'e. "Well, wha do yon eay, Laurel?" in- ejnired Beatrix. " Will yon do ae I wiah yoo ?" It i too terrible a riik I do ool dare," moaned Lanrtl, biding ber face m ber hands. Then for a time ihere wae eileoee. Bea- trix wae bnrt and ohsgrined that ber plan had been discarded, bbe tbonght Laurel was a wilful, beadetroDg obild, rushing blindly opon ber owa deelrootion. But ebe ojuld not be p puling tbe girl, br fear abd misery were eo great. She sVuled from advising ber. It eeemed tx> maob like torturing aome lovely, belpleee areaiure. Tbe bunted look in the datk eyee pained ber. Alter all, ii ebe any worie then I am ?" amid Beatiiz to heratlf. " I deceived my parent*. I rieked everything for love aake, aod thie px>r obild hae done no more than that. I must not be angry with ber. 1 mutt remember always that it wae I who led her into temptation." She went to ber gently, she took tbe whit* hai.de from tbe pale, tear-stained faee. and held tuam kindly in both of bars. " Laurel, do not look eo miaerable and Mart-broken," she said, gently. "You need ot be afraid of me." Loural looked np at her with a flash of hope) In her bomid eyee. " Do yon mean that yon will not betray as T" ibe panted. I will not betray yon,'' Beatrix answer- ed. " I pity you too mneh, my poor obild, and I know that the end will oorne soon eneugb. Far be it from me to baeten tbe evil boor." Bbe wae glad that ehe bed epoken eo kindly when she saw the lovely flash if j >y that earns into tbe aeneitive face. Laurel thanked aod binned bar passionately, then he dark eyes) turned to (Jlaiiae. " Aod will yon have merey on me, too ?" be said. " I havs always bee)n afraid of yon, Clarice. I have) always remembered what you said. Tbe words have haunted 14 1 meant what I said," replied tbe maid. "HI had wen you going to tbe altar with him, I should havs bucmjed yon and saved him. It would have beeu my duty." 14 And now ?" Laurel questioned faintly. " It ha* gone too far," answered Clarioe. " Ton are Mr. LeRoy ' wedded wife. What Ood hath joined together, no man most put asonder." She thanked them with snob trembling [melon and j >y that they oonld have wept. " I do not know whether I am doing right," said Beatiix. "But I am very ha| py, and I remember alwaye tbal yon heii>d me to my happlneee, and tbat I thoughtlessly led yon into temptation. I will keep your secret, Laurel, and may Ood help yon when your bonr of reckoning eomee, se it too surely will, my poor obild, r or later. CHAPTER XXXI. Laurel waa fortunate eooniih to get back to ber hotel before Mr. Le Hoy returned from hie engagement with the friend wbom h bad unexpectedly encountered in Lon- don. Bbe removed her etreet dreee imme- diately, and he n<?er suspected the mornen- tons visit she bad made tbal morning to Cy til Wentworth's wife. Bbe wan gay and loving, ae usual, and he dreamed not what bitter toan bad din meil ber eyes tbat morning in her fear that hs would find her oat in sin. Bat thai night ehe said to bim with pally Impatience : " When are yon goiog to leave London. St. Lon 7 I am very tired of tbe rain and the oold." " I thought you were not done eight-see- ing yet," be eaid, a little surprised at her oaptioiousnea*. " Tbere are many plaoes of iotereet wbioh yon have nol visited yet." " I am tired of it all," ebe declared. " One wearies of the rain and tbe smoke and the fog. I should like to go to Italy, where tbe inn sblnea all day, end tbs air is balmy and warm. Will yon take me, St. LeooT" W* will fo to-morrow, If yoo wish," be replied. " There is nothing to detain us London." " To-morrow it shall be 1" cried LinreL He humored ber caprice and took bsr to Italy. Sbs did not brsatbe freely uulil she as) out ol London. Bbs was horribly !r*id of meeting Ibs Wsntwortbs agiin. They bin d a charming little villa BVuthern Italy, and lived there several mouths, leading a beantifal, idylio life that charmed Laurel. Bhe called tbe plaoe Kdeo, in loving memory of her home. Letters oama often from Mrs. Le Roy, occasionally from tbe Oudous. Mrs. Ojidou was nol fond of Uf-er-wi iting, and though sbe loved ber dangbter dearly, she wrote to her but iwldom. Tbewe letters Liurel al wa\ i oik d to Beatrix Wentwo -tb in London, with ber own bans*. Sbe fell rnrs tbat Beatrix would understand, and bs vsry glad to receive them. By diiil ol ear ne. t application sbe had ac- quired s very fair imitation ol Mrs. Went- wortb's writing. Bnl hir oonioienoe alwaya rsproaobed her when sne answi rsd tbose fond, parental letter*. Bbe alwaya fell the burden ol her guilt most deeply then. Bo ber letters were brief and infrequent. But the O r loos tboogbl nothing uf it. Bea- trix bad nsvsr been a diffuse writer, and tbsy supposed shs was all absorbed in ber happiness now. Laurel never expressed tbe least desire to return to Amerio*. Mr. Le Roy was rather amused stber persistent preference for the Old World. One thing pleased Mr. LeRoy very moon while they retuained in Italy. His wife dev* loped a sidden taste for music. Bbs regretted tbat sbs had never learned tbe piano. Masters were procured for her al her own desire, ai.d for ons who bad professed IK t to car* for music, her prepress was exceedingly rapid. Wben summer oame they wearied of Italy, and returned to Switzerland. An, tbose happy dajs abroad tbal long, sweet honeymoon! It was so heavenly sweet, it was no wondsr tbat Laurel oonld nol repent of the frand by which abe had won ber husband. Lite was a dream of Elysium. Love took np the glass of time, aod turned II In bis glo*iug bauds, Every rnouuut, u*luiy shaken, ran itself In guldeu sands. She was beginning to feel almost secure in bsr happiness, when one evening tbe shadow tell, as it always falls, unexpect- edly, en her life. Bhe had some down dressed for tbe opera to which her husband bad promised to take her, and sbe was looking bsr loveliest. Hsr robe ot white silk pink brocade wa* exqaieitely becoming, ana sbs wore grtal daabing diamonds on ber round white throat and arms. Bhs had nsvsr looked lovelier, but Bt. Leon did nol notioe ber radiant beauty. There was a sbsdowon his dark, baodscme face. Lie came aod put hie arms around tbe beautiful figure, orusbitg U against his breast, reoklets bow he rumpled ber dainty laces. " Beatrix, my darling, I bave bad news," be said, hoarsely. Bbe started and otl< rad a cry. Her lipt grew livid, sbe seemed to shrink in the lond arms tbat held ber. " DJ not be frightened, my love," he said. " We will hope tor tbe boat." ' What is it?" she gaaped tbrongb ber dry, parched lips. '" I havs received a cablegram from America. My mother le vsry ill. We mnet return home Immediately," he said in a voice shaken by anxiety and smo- uon. CHAPTER iXXU. He had expected tbat Beatrix would be startled and distressed, but be was nol prs pared tor the burst of suiotion with wbioh sbs received the news. 1 Home I borne I ' tbe bnrsi out, In a voice thai was like a wail of despair, then suddenly flinging bsr arms about bis neck, sbs broks Into tempestuous sobbiig as if us very depths ot bsr heart were elirred by throes of kesnssl anguish. Hs was touched and startled by this dis- play ot affectionate grief f jr bis molhsr. Ntver bad he clashed ber so fondly, never kuted ber so tenderly aa now when hs believed tbat ber heart ached and her tears flawed for Ibs sake of tbe mother whom be loved. ' Beatrix, my own swsel lovs, do not grievs so wildly," hs said, oarea*ingly. Bbs is 111, bnt it may not bs fatal. 1 broks tbs news to yon too snddsnly. I did nol realise till tbie moment what a tender loving heart yon bave. Cheer np, darling. II may not be as bad as yon fear. We will pray lor ber recovery." Bhe threw back her bead and looked in his faoe with wild dark eyes all swimming in tsars. " Oh, Rt. Leon, what did ths cablegram say ?" sbs sspirated, sagerly. " Tbat sbs is very ill, dear, but tbat did not necessarily imply a fatal sickness," bs answered, soothingly. Sbs caught at tbs words with the eager ness of desperation. " Ob, Bl. Leon, why need we go home at all then?" " Beatrix I" He did not knew himself bow coldly be pal ber from him, bow sbaip and rebuking his tons sounded. He was hurt and amtsed. It seemed to him thai be could not bave understood ber aright. He looked at the beautiful form drooping before him humbly, ana he saw thai be bad frightened ber by bis sudden harshness. Her lips wsre trembling with fear. " Beatrix," be eaid, " perhaps I havs not understood yon aright. Did yon really sxprees a desire not to go home ?" Bbs looked at tbs dark, handsome faoe with the touch ot eternneee npon U and her heart sunk within ber. "I thought I thought" ebe faltered, " tbat if Mrs. Le Roy were not so very ill, we nerd ui t - perhaps -go home juet yet. Ob, forgive me, St. Leon. I did not mean to be eelfleb. I lovs ths old world so well I cannot bear tbe thought of guing back to America !" For tbe first time tinoe their happy wed diog day he looked coldly and sternly al bis fair young bride. Bbe had almowt for gotten bow tbose proud lips could carl, bow that mobile faoe eonld express the lightning passions of bis soul. Htae saw now what a dreadful mistake sbe bad made. " Ob, Beatrix, bow I have deceived my>elf I" be cried. " Do you know what 1 thought just now when yon burst into tears 1 I believed that your grlel was for my mother, because you lovtd ber and were sorry for bsr. I nsvsr lovsd you so well ae wbsn I thought tbat yon shared so wholly in my affection for my parent. Aod yet in tbe next breath yon show ma my mietake. Your pleasure, your comfort, ranks higher in your thoughts than my mother's welfare! Oh! child I are) you, indeed, no fish? ' The sadness and rsproaeh In bis voice tore ber guilty heart lika a knit*. Bbe flaw to bis aims the would not be held at a distance. "I am s wretch !" sbe cried, remorse- fully. "Forgive me, Bt. Leon. I do love Mrs. Le Hoy. I do grieve over her illuetn I It wa only my abomibable seifltbneas and ibouKlitletsoeas tbat made me so heartless I have grown s)flb, forgetting svsry one slse ana Boding all my uappiuess in you. Forget it, if you oan-at least, forgive it. I am ready to go home with yon immedi- ately. N*y, I am most anxious to go." But bsr voice faltered, and sbe shed such hot tears upon bis breast that they seemed to blister ber oheeks It eeemed to ber thai shs was declatirg her own de.th warrant. Hs could do no lets than forgive ber. Indeed, ber sorrow and rtpentaxoe were so great thai he felt tbal be had been too harsh and stern with her. He remembered that sbe was only a obild, and ths bad beeu so pleased vnth ber travels, it was no wonder that she hsd been diupp minted when the end oame npon ber so *uadenly. " Beside*, I oonld ool in reason expect ber to be as fond if my mother ae I am," be said to himself, apologetically, and to ease tbe smart of bis disep^ioiBtmeot. He kiased the fair young face until ber tiara were dried, a&d told her thai she was forgiven for ber momestary selflibnets, and that nexl year they would come abroad again. 11 To-morrow we most be span ths sea. I am very acxioaa to rstoh home," he said, little guessing tbat his words pierced ber heart like the point of a deadly poieoned CHAPTER XXXIII. All cf tbs vonng bride's nappineee began to wane from tbat hour. Tbe sbtdow of tbe neariog future began to fall npon ber heart. Tbe " Doming events cast their shadows before." A subtle obanga asms over ber. Her obsek was a shade less bright, her voios bad an nnoomoiocs tons ot pathos, tbe Jark eyee drooped beneath their ahady lasbts. Bomstimes shs fell into deep reveries tbal lasted for hours. Tbs retnrn voyage was nol ao pleasant by any means as the other bad been. Laurel was goiog way from her peril then, sbe is returning M ii now. HI. Leon gave all bis thoughts and all bis love to his fair bride. Now bs divided tbsm with ber ar.d his mother. He was vsry fond of bis handsome, stately lady moibsr, and deeply diitreesed ovsr ber illness. He looiced to fly to her on the wings of leva. He chafed over their slow progress, bitterly impatient of tbe adverse winds aud wave* tbal hindered the gallant ship from making progress. If ha bad known bow I H wife welcomed every storm be would have been horrified. It some bidden rock bad sunk Ibe steamer, and ebe and Bl. Lsun had gone to tbe bottom olasped In oneanotber'nrme, Au.1 tilent lu a mt embrace, she would bave been glad, she would have thought tbat tnat wae ha[ | iuss compared ith what ly before bsr. Hi. Leon did not notice the slight yst subtle obange in bis darling, so absorbed wa hs in ai.imty over bis mother. Per- haps he thought aba shared in his trouble. He kntw tbat ber tsvotion to bim was more matifeel than evsr before, aud be rtpaid it with tbe love of bis inmost heart, but bs was very grave and tnongLtfnl. Tbe dread tbat hs might find bis mother dsad weighed hsavily ou his spirits. tuor Laurel in ber terror for herself did nol give many thoughts to Mrs. Le Roy. Tbs leaser evil was swallowed np in the Kraater. Ibs Gordons bad returned to New Yi>rh in tbs spricg. Once sbs returned home, a meeting with them was inevitable. And then what! Detention, exposure, banishment, dsepair I Through all ber drsad and terror one park ot bops burned feebly in ber heart. Sbe knew that ber husband loved ber with a deep and mighty 1 -ve. Fsrbaps through tbal love bs would forgive her. ' I eonld forgive him anything," sbe said to neraslf with the oiviue love of woman. Bnrely, surely he will forgive me! ' It wae May when they reached Nsw York. Lanrsl had bad eight months of hap- piness now almoat perfset hapiiuaes, Bbe was lit'le more tbau a child still. Bbe was only 17. Bnt sbs bad gained great bent fit from ber happy bridal trip. Her beauty was deepened snd intensified, abe bad acquired polish and dignity, atd there was a swsst and graeiocs womablmess about ber that wae eiquisitely charming. St. Leon said to himself exultantly that hs should be vsry rroud to introduce bie bony bride to New York society next winter. Bbe would be without a peer for loveliness. " I am so impatisLl to go home to my nek mother st Eden, that I am almost elflah enough to aok yon to paes through New York without stopping t > see your parent*," he said, when they landed. Sbe hastily atsared him that sbe bad no intention ot stepping. Her anxiety to reach Kfen ws>s as great u bis own. Tbsre would be time enough to see ber parents when they were aewured of Mrs. Ls Hoy's 'ell being. He did cet notion how deathly pale abs was, but thanking hsr gratefully tor what appeared to him a sweet self-sacriflo9, accepted it, and ebe said to herself with a beating heart: " I bave still a little respite. I shall see Eden ones more before I am banished for- ever." '1 he home on tbe Hadeon looked Eden- like indeed that bright, warm day when they walked, arm-in-arm, op to the bouse. The trees and shrnbberies wsre tinted with tbe tender green of tprinp , a sofl, warm air, redolent with flowers, fanned their facet. Bt. Leon looked pleased st being at home again, but it struck him all at once tbal bis wife looked pile and wan and miserable. "It is plain to be seen, Beatiix, that yon bave no joy in your own home-coming," he said, unable to conoeal hi< diaappointment. " And yet I thought indeed yon nstd to aay that yon adored Eden." ' Indeed I do I I lov* every tree and fliwer, every lialeat blade ol graeeon tbe I lace. I am vsry happy in my home coming," ehe cried, eargerly, bat sbs bad a guilty, mlMrsbls inward oinsoionsnsss thai be did not believe ber. Her ehangafnl toll tale face bsd betrayed her all too plainly. Tbsy went into tbe bouse, and then sne forgot for a while all her own selfish tor- rore as Bt. Leon forgot bis disappoiotmant over bis wife's reluctance to oome borne. For tbe shadow ot the death-angel's wing hnug darkly over Eden I Mrs. Le Roy was yst very ill with a low typhoid fever and pneumonia. Surrounded by ikilful nurses kul tbs ablest |<h)sieiaoe, there were yet grave doubts whether she would .ever re cover. Tbe disease was dst ply seated, and the phy>ioians could not con. oeal from the invalid's strioken son their fears of a fatal reenll. Bbe had beeu danger- ously ill ibree weeks now wavsring, as ii were, between life and death. They would do all they* oonld the physicians said, bnt ths issue lay with Ood. In tbal dark bonr Ltnrel was bsr bus- band's comforter, Bbe put self aaide. Bhe whispered pesos and hups to the troubled heart. " I will pray for ber," shs said, " and I will nurse her. Pernape love can save ber even where paid attention fails. Tben, too, ebe will be so glad to bave ber children home again. Happiness may bave a gx>d tffcol npon ber. DJ nol deepair, Bl. Leon, I bave tbe greatest faith tbat sbs will be spared to ns." His heavy heart unconsciously grew lighter at tbe swsel, hopeful words. And one thing she said cams trns at least. Though thsy wers almost afraid to brsak tbs nsws to Mrs. Leroy of bsr son's arrival, and set about it in Ibe most oanlicus man- tier, it undoubtedly produced a bent natal effect on ber. Bbe eeemed to grow b jtu-r from tbal bonr, and bsr joy at seeing Laurel was as great as that sbs evinced in tbe retnrn ot Bt. Leon. Laurel, as sbe bad declared tbe would, became the nod devoted and patient nurse at Mre. Le Roy's bedside. Her love and ber eagerness to be of use served ber instead of experience. There was no sup so lihl, no touoh so cool and sofl as her*, no faos so sagerly welcomed by tbe bedside of tbe sufferer. " Beatrix is my miniitering angel," she oooflded to ber son, and Linrsl, hearirg it, as thrilled with inward joy. " I have won a plaoe in ber heart. Wben my dark bonr comes, sbs will take my part, sbe will plead for me," the poor child said M hsrsslt. CHAPTER XXXIV. Mrs. Gordon, reclining at sase on a satin divan in hsr elegant parlor, was entertaining a caller no leas a person than tbe beautiful widow, Mrs. Merivale. Tbe wile ol the wealthy publisher was a pale, laded, pretty woman, once a belle and beauty, now a ehrocie invalid. Bbe min- gled bnt little in society en account ot hsr delicate bealtb, bnl chance made hsr acquainted with Maud Merivale, and the fair widow for some reason of bsr own had followad np tbe acquaintance. Mrs. Gor- don wss rather pleased than otherwiee with this new friend. Bbe lovsd teanty, and Mrs. Menv.U was decidedly good to look npon. All the adventitious aid ol art bad been called in to preserve ber fading charms . and in Ibs richest, aud most becoming of spring toilet*, sbs looked very fair and sweel and yonibtul in tbe aristo- cratic semi-darkness ol ths ourlainsd par- lor. Tbsy bad been dltonssiog a lubjeel dear to Mrs. Gordon's matronly bean, bnl full of secret gall and bitterness to tbe widow the marriage of Beatrix Oordoo to Bl. Leon Le Roy. Inwardly fuming with jealous rags, Mrs. Merivale held bsr passions in with a strong rein, and smilsd ber sweetest ae shs dilated on bsr laslsnmmst's visit to Eden where sbe bad mat Beatrix and enthusiastically " fallen in lovs with hsr on tbs spot." " Bo beautiful, so graceful," said Mrs. Merivale, arobing her pencilled brows. " Bhs will make eo charming a mlstrese for Eden. And they are home from Europe, yon tell me " " Two weeks ago," answered Mr*. Oor- don. Yon bave seen them ol course how happy tbe meeting mnel bave been between >be long parted mother aud daugh- ter," sentimentally. " No, I have not seen my darling yet," sighed Mrs. Oordon. " They were sud- denly summoned home by tbe illness ol Mrs. Ls Roy and did nol have time to communicate with me. Mr. Ujrdou has promised to take me down to B leu In a Isw days, though. I am so Impatient to see Beatrix I can scarcely wait. " No doubt," smilsd tbs visitor sydpa- tbstioally. Bbs had followed Mrs. Oor- don's eyes to a life MI? portrait of a pretty blue-eyed girl that bung against the Wkll. Btae bad seen tbe lady's glance wander in tbe seme dirselion ssveral times. Hsr curi- osity was aroused aud, looking critically at tbe really beautiful portrait, sbs detected a strong resemblance between the lair, fresh, girlish faoe and tbs prslty, fadsd, matronly woman. " Your cwn portrait, is it not ?" shs asksd, with a smile. Mrs. Oordon looked pleased and flat- tered. " Is it really so mneh like me ?" shs asked. 11 Your image I I should have recognised it anywhere I" pronounced tbe widow, fol- lowing up tbe good impression shs bad made. Well, my dangbter was always said to resemble me; bnt really, now, Mrs Meri- vale, yon mnet bsvs recognised Beatrix. Ton flatter me too much," simpered Mrs. Oordon. Mrs. Merivals's falss smiles and grimaces gave way for once to an sxpression of hon- est surprise. " Do yon mean to tsll me tbat II isn't your portrait taken when yon were per- bape a little younger T' 1 ehe asked. " No, it is not mins. Do yon not recog- nise my daughter, Mrs. Merivale T It ls Beatrix herself." " Beair'x I" Mrs. Merivals gssed bewildered at tbe fair young pictured face. Tbe sofl bins syes smiled into hers, the pale-gold bair waved softly over tbs low, whits brow, ths f.oe bad a fair, n fined loveliness all its own, bnt it waa nol Ibs face sbe recalled as tbal of Beatrix Oordon. There dished before hsr mind's eys a faos brigbt and toft like a tropic fl>wsr, lighted by dark, slarliks eyes, crowned by grand tresses ol dntky, bnrnisbsd gold a lace before whose rare and witching beauty thie other one paled like a flower before a star. Bbs looked at Mrs. Oordon, surprise and bewilderment on ber face, bsr tarqejsss blue eyes open to their widees. " Are you jesting / ' the said. " Or have yoo another daughter T Yon do not really wish me to believe that thie is Beatrix T" " Wby not ." Mrs. Qjrdon asked a little gravely. " It is not the least bit like her, ' declared Mrs. Merivale, who had left ber seat and rustled over to tbe portrait ; "il is utterly unlike bsr I Tbs eyee are bins here, ths hair pals gold ; yst your daughter whom I saw at K Jr u had dark eyes and hair ol the darkest golden shade. Mrs. Oordon laughed lightly. ' Yon bavs surely forgotttiu bow Beatrix looked," tbe said. " Tbat oauvas reprs- Bents her truly aud perfectly. The pest judges bave agreed that tbe portrait is mai-velloosly line to nature. My dear Mrs. Mt rivals, you srs thinking ol BOOM ons else. I have no other ob U than Beatrix, and there are no dark eyes in our family." Mre. Merivale remained silent for a moment. Her face bad a dBed expreewion. " I am i.oi mistaken," she taid to ber sslf. " Is 11 likely I should forget how tbs Kirl looked who stole Bt. Leon from me t Sbs bad great blaok eyes, full of ore and soul. Bhs was rarely beaut. ful. Thus portrait looks a mere doll besias her. And yel Mrs. Gordon swears tbat this is Bsa- trix Oordoo. II it is true, as she saya, then there is some mystery about it. What does it mean ?" Bbe went back to hsr seat again and replied to Mrs. Gordon wilb a ligbl laugh. " Yes, I see now thai I wae mistaken. I was thinking of tome ote else. One meets so many fair faces in society." (To b oouUuueJ.l I', til. ol Ihr -uo>.-n.uu,l lu !) JSJSjSJSj Yesterday morning the Ogallala, tbe Oregon Bnort Line Pullman, paased through thia city. This sleeper was the one which for twenty-tbree days wae in tbs stow blockade at Uood Rivsr station. Oua of tbe viotime gave an aooouol of ibe privations and baraabipa sndnrsd by ths passengers during tbe siege : " It would lake a column to describe the horrors we suffered," he said. " Imagins a bank of snow thirty fssl in bsigni and froaen solidly, and a train containing 1U pas- sengers snow-bound in this mass. Here ws laid for twenty- three days, five of which were passed without a mouthful to eat. Wben provisions at last rsaobed us they were brought by a doaen men, who packed tue-u for some fifteen miles over the enow Oar fires and lights weui out, and it was a fight to keep ourselves from freezing to death. To make matters still more horri- ble, tbs measles broke ont, and ws wers suffering from three of tbs greatest terrors known to mankind. At last relief came, and ths snow bad become so bard that ii was necessary to blast our way out. This was alow and tedious. The only thing during those five days tbat we bad to alle- viate our sufferings was an abuodanoe of purs water. We reached Ogdn at last, and wers thirty days mating ths trip." Laramit Iioomtrag. A icaiuu. t ro. DUswr. Speaking of tough things, says our spi cure, reminde ms of a dinner we bad in Troy some years ago. 1 belonged to the Epicurean Club there, and we had a man lor cook that was king of his art and bad order* to put on evsry new dish bs oonld get. So this Digit we met every Saturday we bad souis guesta. Due was a man from the Beefsteak club of London, and wben we sat down tbsy brought in a platter wilb a steak on u about three leel loug and two wide and about 12 inches tbiok. And tbecdor I Ye gods a>ud little flahss, but it was rapturous. Tom Haddon was carver, and alter trying it he aenl out for a knife thai looked lias a rasvr, and l last got ll cut np. And that was the last of t' Tbare wasn't a knits or a pair ol jaws thsrs that eonld out into It, and tbsre we were, like tbe fellow bound to the rock surrounded by water bnl dying ol thirst. 1 tried it, bnt the pteoe bounded from one jaw to another, like a rubber beUI, so tbat 1 gavs it np, bnt tbs flavor was sublime In fael it was ail flvor. At last ws called In Joe, tbe cook, and anked him what it wa. And what do yoa think ? I gave it ap. Well, it wae rhinoceros. It seems that soms circus was gotug over the bridge end tbe rhinoceros bad tallsn through aud broken hie Ug and so tbsy had M shoot it, snd so Joe got the eteaJk. It was good, but tough. A tju SMrtei sweissr. The general excitement which has so long been prevalent in Ireland seems tosxtend svsn to animals if an ordinarily peaceable nature, aays ths St. Jemu' QmutH. At Dublin, on tbe last day ol the old year, a cow which a*ae being driven through ths strssts become so infuriated at tbs sight ol IM Baxoo oppriswrs tbal it teased a little boy and emanbed his nose. An tntpotor aud six oonstablse, armed with revolvers, promptly pursued the animal, firing ran- dom anots at it. This only irritated tbe cow, and wsnt on to knock down ons man, tossed another, upset a pony and trap, and maks a general clearance of ths flab-mar- ket. It would seem tbat the police bad by this tlms duobarged all tbeir bnllsls. Ons ol thsoi, bowevsr, had sufficient presence of mind to siese the xs>perated beast by tbe tail and bold ou grimly until a certain Mr. Jameson, amsmberof tbe Irish rifle team, cams upon the scene with hie nfle and succeeded u killing tbe cow at tbe third shot. Tne drover in charge declared that tbs animal WAS not to his) knowledge " wicked or wild ," and bs is remanded on bail thai the truth of this defence may be in vestigatod. _ In UM BTaaBUf . Wife (vsry fashionablt)-It is obtnrd to say that one can love nature and at the skine tims lovs art. Husband (not so fashionable) I did nol say tbal I loved art. Wife No 7 Wbat did yon say T Husband I said that I was) wedded to art. _ _ In winter where one's choice ol vegeta- blee ie so limited I am surprised to find h>w lew people ose beets in any other form than served wMi vinegar. They are exceed iogly good baked for from ihree to four hours (they are tweeter and retain more ol tbeir flavor if baked instead of billed tor thie way), then peeled, cut in slieesot lengihwua and Hrved wiih white sauce. T