The following text may have been generated by Optical Character Recognition, with varying degrees of accuracy. Reader beware!

Tfer Irieh StplBMalBm Wktl. hi." me delight ouia Urieb wheel, witi a young Irish girl at i: Ub. no) Nothias you'll show ber iMllia and takin a twirl at it Look at tier there Night in hex bur, Th* b)u ray of dy from her eye laugbin'out IL I..! Kail an a foot Perfect ol cut, PwiMti' to put au BuJ to all doubt lu ui : Tbat there'! a eight, batee fur delight Ac oGlil InsL wheel wiJ a young Irian Mrl at it. Uh, no! Niitbini; you'll show ier sittin and takin' a twirl at it. bee the lamb'* wool Turo coarse and dull Ity Uicit -oft. beautiful, wsesby white bauds of bare, Down goes her heel, lioun' mm the wheel, I-urrib'wul |'li-uie tc take tin commands o! uer. Talk of Three Fawn, Sc-ated on seated, Bftiacm anil hearin' away till they've lone for me: You may want three For your rnaaeaner, But one fate for me, boys, and ouly ibv one for mr. And mu i that fate Pictured complete Ac ould IrifU heel, wm a young Iriab Kirl at if.' Oh, no I Notb-n you'll show aque.lt ber sittin' and takin' a twirl at it. TBiT UUnVDL NtflL " Neither one 11 happy," he taid to him U, looking at them an they sat talking oalmly like strangers the proud bunband and the proud wife. " That mac baa a story written on bit face ; he has Buffered mtenttly , U it pouible that be does not snepect the truth .' Can hekuk at her speak to her -and net recognise her ? It sluioat seems impossible. There wan never beauty btfore like here never such winsomeness and artless grace Before 1 came bere I despised St. Leon Le Roy. WLy is it that I pity him now ? IB it because I oan read bis sorrow and repent- anoe IB ts)t) sadness of hiB face?" Mr. Le Roy, rieiog at that moment, raid, aietly, looking at bil mother : ' I am taking Mm. Lynn to the library, mother, to ehow her a book we have been disouatibg, if yon and Mr. Ford will excuse OB." " Certainly," both answered in a breath , and they went away, followed by Mm. Le He y n Hurtled glanoe. " Year niece id very beautiful." she "aid, turning back, after a moment, to Mr. Kord. " HM ibe been loog a widow ?" " Seven years," he answered. Then tbe child bae never kpown bin lather the said, with a lifcht, pityiuu touch i ( her ringed white hand OD the boy's dark clustering earls. " No much to tbe lad E regret, said Mr. >ord. " I dare aay you have actod a father's part bv tbe fatherless one, ebe remarked, tnrmuK ber grave, questioning eyes on his lac*. It seemed a* if sbe was fascinated to speak of little Laurence. She could not keep ber eyes nor ber thoughts from him. " Biuoe I have known, him yes," Mr. Kord answered. " But though bis mother u my own Dieter's ohild, Mrs. Le Hoy, I ever met ber, never knew of ber existence. until she wae a widow with a son three vetvre old." Bbe looked the curiosity M.e was too well bred to ex press in words. " L/o you oare to know tbe reason why ?" asked Mr. Ford. " I eobfeie you have aroused my curios y ' sbe replied, with a emile. " Tben I will tell you," be eaid. " When I WM . uite a lad I ran away to Australia, seized with a gold-fever, tben very preva- lent in New York. After yean- cf ill-luck, sickness, and misfortune, I struck a bon- anza. I was an old man then, and my h'art yearned for tbe home and friends of my youtt. I came home, determined to abare my wealth and prosperity with them, but all were dead, mother, fatber, and even the toddling little sitter I had lovtd so dearly. Bbe bad married, and died a abort time after, leaving one daugbter, whom I found it impossible to trace Several years later, I discovered my missing niece, by a fortunate accident, in tbe brilliant novelist, Mrs. l.yun. ' " She is very young to have achieved tame in the literary orld. said tbe lady. " Tbe result of neeenity, my dear madam," Mr. Ford replied. " Losing ber basband before tbe birth of ber child, my nieoe. BOS reel; more than a child herself then . was thrown upon ber own resources for support. Bbe became a writer, and moat fortunately for tbe sake of tbe little, helpleu being dependent upon her oare, she Buooeeded where tbe many fail," be ended, leaving Mrs. Le Kay's unspoken curi- osity on tbe subject of Mr*. Lynn even greater than before, through bis meagre explanation. CHAPTER LII. Mr. Le Hoy led his beautiful guest to the library, and placed a chair beeide tbe table where be usually aat to read. Laurel cat silently a moment with averted face. She was Lighting down ber heart, thrusting back the memories that would arise like pallid gboote from the dead past. Here iu this room, nay, in this very chair where she was sitting, St. Leon had wooed her for hie wife. Sbe could be cold and proud in the grand <irawin-room. It was there tbat he bad pat her away from him, there that he had spoken be cruel, angry words that xundered their hearts and lives forever. The memory of that night and that soene hardened ber heart to her unforgiving hue- band, and helped her to be cold and care- less. Here it waa different. This quiet retreat waa hallowed by some of tbe sweet- est momenta of her life. Tbat hour which had lifted her from dumb, jealous miaery and despair to the heights of blisB bad come to her bere. The memory of her year of wedded hap- piness rushed over ber with all tbe love and joy tbat had been crowded into it. She trembled, she recalled all tbe horror and despair that bad followed after, and for moment it seemed to her that all was a hideous dream from whioh she would wken presently. She longed to cry out aloud, to rush from tbis haunted room, to do 1 anything that world free her from the ftace of those Had, dark eyes, whose burning glances as they sought her face seemed to ra*d li" secret and to plead with ber f r eve and reconciliation. A smothered gasp, and -he shook off the dangerous, luring spell, and became herself again, calm, indifferent, yet gracious, tbe woman that alighted and scorned love had made " icily splendid," fatally fair, at many a man bad owned to his cost. She looked about for eometbmg to divert her atteention, and saw just at ber hand lying on the table a volume elegantly bound in oritmoo and gold. Bbe took it in her hand and read aloud tbe gold-let- tered title on tbe back : " Laurel Blos- soms." " Laurel Blossoms," she repeated, and turned to the title-page. With widening eyea and a swift color that went and came from white to red and from red to white : " By Louis Vane." St. l.aon bad drawn a chair near her. He spoke to lier now in a calm, carefully modulated voice that went far toward restoring ber t haltered equanimity. " That is a collection ot tales aud essays, Mrs. Lynn, arranged by myaelf for publi- cation. The author IB long since dead. He was my wife's fatber. 11 Yt's," she murmered. turning the pre- IUH pages slowly witb her trembling bauds, ber eyes downcast, and bravely keeping baok their tbreateLing tears. 1 Perhape some one has told you the re m antic atory of my marriage, Mrs. Lynn .' ' be said, watching the fair droop- iug taoe with earnest eyes. She shook her bead. She would not trust herself to speak. " No r he said. " Then perhaps I will tell you some day myself. You love romance and tragedy, I infer, from your books. My marriage had the elements of both in it. She bowed again silently. It was quite impossible for ber to utter a word just tb n ; but bhe said fe herself , witn a sort ot paaMOoate disdain, that be was very daring, indeed, to tpeak to her of bis mar- riage to ber, of all women in tbe world. He went on in bis qaiet musical tones : " Louis Vane waa a genius, bat, like many another gifted spirit, he smirched tbe glorious talents given him in the degrad- ation of strong drink. He loved pleasure better tban fame. But for his weakness and his madness be would have made a name tbat must have gone ringing down tbe ages." She waa tiletit, steeling her heart to the sweetness of those words of praise. She remembered that strong, sweet voice that praised Louis Vane for hie genius now, denouncing and scorning her that night, long years ago aa a " drunken journalist's daughter." " When my wife died, seven years ago," went on Rt. Leon, "I made it my duty and my uleature to gather ber father's iaoellabDOUs writings from the journals and magazines where they were scattered, and publish them in one volume, tbat they might be rencjed from oblivion and pre- served for tbe pleasure of bis admirers. The book bad a great Sale. It was very popular. Have you never seen it before, Mrs. Lynn .'" Again she snook ber head in silence. " Tben let me beg roar sootptanoe of this copy. I tbonld like you to read it. 1 asaure you it will repay perusal. Yoo may wonder at its fanciful name. My dead young wife was called Laurel. Is it not a sweet name. In memory of ber I called it ' Laarel Bloeaoma' !" Would be never have done speaking ? A strange ncltnesswas stealing over ber bean that frightened ber. No other atonement on*rtn oould have touched and moved her hka tbis one. It wae what sbe could have wished most upon earth to have ber father' r brilliant essays collected into this beautiful volume, and yet she had never thought of dun n it herself. A pang of self-reproach pierced ber heart " Forgive me, fatber," she whispered, inly, as if the dead were present in tbe spirit, and oould know and feel her mute repentance. " I have been so absorbed in my own selfish sorrows and triumphs 1 forgot to rescue your genius from tbe oblivion tbat must have engulfed it but for tbis man s effort." All tbil while be wae waiting for an answer. What must be think of her strange silence ? With a great effort she lifted ber eyes to bis face, and said, in tones ringing witb latent sarcasm and incredu- lity : " You must have loved your wife very dearly. Mr. Le Hoy . " More tban I knew," he answered, sim- ply, and tbe tons even more tban tbe words betrayed tbe burden of remorse and sorrow his heart had borne for years. She rose abruptly with the precious vol- ume of her father's writings clasped tightly in ber bands. Sbe was afraid to stay longer afraid of that sweet and subtle pity that thrilled ber woman's heart. " I have made too long a oall for a first visit,' 1 she said. " Another time will do for the books of which we f>poke. The ' Laurel Blossoms' made me forget." " You have forgotten tbe flowers I pro- mised to show you, too," he said. " Let me take you to the garden now." " Some other time. I must really go now," ahe naid, feeling that for tbis one day sbe had already borne all that she oould bear. He did not urge the point. Perhaps the trial waa as bard for him as for ber. " Will you drive with me to-morrow .'" he asked, as he touched her baud at part- ing. " There are some beautiful views in tbis vicinity tbat I should like to have the pleaxure ot showing you." " Yes, I will go." sbe answered, hastily, unable to deny herself tbe blended bliss and pain of bin companionship even while she despised herself tor what she disdain- fully termed to herself her woman's weak- ness. CHAPTER LIII. To-moirow came one of the fairest of summer days, witb a e blue pky and the goldeneBt sunshine and most fragrant flow- ers. Laurel prepared for ber drive with Mr. Le Roy with a beating heart. Sbe felt that she was acting imprudently in going with him, for she scarcely dared trust her nelf in hiB presence ; but she could not draw baok from ber promise. An Irresist- ible fascination drew her on to the meeting with the husband so hopelessly and madly loved in tbe long years while she wandered af*r from bio), an alien from bis borne and heart. Borne strange thoughts were stirring in ber heart, evoked by hit looks and words. Bhe could scarcely fail to see tbat he bad repented. " Perhaps, If bs knew that Laorsl Vane was living, be would forgive ber and take her back. Her fault might not aeem so black and bitter now, seen through tbe kindly veil cf years," she said to herself . " He might even love and trust me again." But there came to ber a sudden remem- brance of words be had spoken long ago, when he bad told uer ot Maud Merivale'n deceit and falsity. " I could never again love a woman who bad deceived me. Ouoe fallen from its pedestal, tbe broken idol oould never be restored again." She looked at tbe beautiful passion-pale face reflected in tbe glittering mirror, and a hopeless t>igb drifted across her Dp* " I am a broken idol,' " ibe saia drearily, " I have fallen from my place in bis heart, and I can never be taken baok. St. Leon is too proud to forgive my girlhood's ain." Sbe bad not been unloved iu all these years. Proud men and gifted had bowed before ber, won by her beauty and her geuiu-. They marvelled at her coldness, her mdiUerenoe. Not one gueased at the mad love lying deep in her heart under tbe ashes of tbe dead years a smoldering tire that in tbe past (aw days had learjed iuto a living flame. It needed all her strength, all ber pride, to tight it baok. Sbe went with him, and when he saw her he oould scarcely repress startled cry. Sh bad cbc-eu the colors that always became his young wife best- white and scarlet. Her white bat bad a wreath i f ooarltt poppies ; some eoarlet passion-flowers w>e&e fastened in tbe neck of her white dress. Sbe was so like so like bis dead ite that it would only have seemed natural to have taken ber in his arms and kissed her and called ber by tbe name of the dead. Suddenly as they paused before the white gates of a great, wide inclosure, nbe uttered a cry of Dismay. This ie tbe cemetery, Mr. Le Roy ! snrelv, you did not mean to bring me here !" Yes," he answered, and belptd ber down from the landau and led her into the grim necropolis of the dead. Sbe did not understand. She walked by him, silent and frightened, among tbe gleaming marbles, the dark green shrub- bery, beautiful dowers with which loving hearts bad decorated the graves of their dead. She heard ber husband dreamily repeating seme sad familiar words : The inae>> inarblrt> rest on the HIM that we have pr> t In their bloom . And the names we loved to bear Have bevn carved for many a year On the tomb. Suddenly be drew ber hand in bis arm, and led ber down a shaded green alley -way. In a minute they panned before a little I'lotof ground whose velvet-green turf was origbt with beds of rarest flowers. In tbe midst wae a single grave, with rotes and paHmon tlowers trailing over it. Laurel lifted faer eyes and read tbe name out deep into tbe gleaming marble shaft l.il Bl I.. BeloM-il wile of St. LeD Le K) She selt a strangely hysterical inclina- tion to laugh out aloud. How strange it seemed to stand there so full of life and youth and pasniou, aud read ber own uaiue oarved npou a gravestone '. How strange, bow horrible to feel that utaudii t: there by her husband's side, sbe was as dead to taim as if, indeed, ber lifeless clay were molder- ing in that low green grave ! His low, deep v.ioe broke tbe trance of hysterical horror that held ber senses enchained : j Mrti. Lynn, w>< > 1 yon yesterday that there were eleineltH of romance and tra- gedy in my marriage that might interest even you. I promised, tco, that I would tell yon tbe story some day. Here, at poor Laurel's grave, 1 propose to keep my word.' He found her a seat, and she waited silently to bear him speak. (She was most curious to hear tbe story if ber girlhood's love aod.temptation told by ber husband's lips from bis own standpoint. CHAPTER LIV. Ht. Leon Le Roy threw himself down on the green turf at Mrs. Lynn's feet, and resting his arm on hiB wife's grave, leaned bis bead on his band. .Su resting he could look up and note every expression of the beautiful face above him tbe face, deathly pals with emotion now, for all sbe tried so bravely to appear politely calm nnd inter- ested like the atracger ahe pretended to be. " Do you care to bear this story I am about to tell yon?" he aaked, abruptly. I am sure I shall be interested," she replied, gently, and thus encouraged he began. " It is more than nine years ago now that my mother received a Utter from a lady friend in New York Mr*. Oordon, the wife of the well-known publisher per- haps you know him, Mrs. Lynn," be said. " Mr. Gordon is my publisher," she replied. " He had an nnly child a beautiful daughter," said Mr. Le Roy. " Sbe had bit rot bed herself to a poor young man of whom her parents disapproved. Tbey proposed to break off tbe match by stra- tegy, if possible. Tbey sent their daughter to Eden to remain a few months, propos- ing to scud ber lover abroad during ber absence, and so separate them as to end the affair in the 'juietest way possible. He paused but she made no comment on bis words, only inclined ber golden head attentively. " I was five and thirty years old when Beatrix Gordon osone to Eden ; she was a beautiful child of sixteen," went on St. Leon, slowly, as if looking back into the past. " Perhaps yon will think I was too old for her, Mrs. Lynn, but my heart was carried by storm, as it were, by the lovely girl. I think almost from tbe firet hour of our meeting I recognized my fate in her. sbe was like no other woman I ever met. If I talked to you all day, Mrs. Lynn," said Ht. Leon, looking deep into ber eyes with bis dark, mesmeric orbs, " I oould never portray in words her beauty and sweetness. There was a charm of novelty about them. Sbe was rarely original. She was afraid of me at first. That piqued me, although it was my own fault. Very soon I found that my pique wan the offspring of uncon- scious love. I, St. Leon Le Roy, who despised women, who bad been angry at first at the girl's ooiaing, bad loat my heart to tbe slip of a girl who belonged to another. The bitter consciousness of that latter fact aroused my jealousy and added fuel to the firs of my passion. I was angry with myself, ashamed with myself, yet I oould no more have checked tbe count of my strong, passionate love thai. I ooulo have itemmed the tide ot a raining river. Oao on understand me, Mm. Lynn?" Bbe answered >;oietly, " Yet," hot to her OWD heart she said : " Ah, if be only knew." Then you may gueae something what I Buffered," said Si. Leon, aud for a moment be was silent, and bis gaze turned from ber faoe, aa be seemed Ion ID retrospection. She looked at tbe dark, haughtily hand- some face, aud ber heart thrilled within her. It bad all its old, luring, magnetic charm for ber. Bbe bad repented ber fault long ago ; ibe was sorry for ber sin, bitterly sorry, but looking on her husband's faoe now,sbedidnot wonder that she had sinned for bin *ake. ID spite of time, in spite of pride, tbe old love waa strocg within her. Sbe mubt have exclaimed, with Byron : I deemed tbat time, I deemed that prule, Ha>l queucbod at leuijUi my early flaiue , Nor knew till seated by thy tide, My neart iu all save nope tl<e same. It was well for ber that when he resumed bis story be did not look up. Too much of ber heart was written on ber lovely, mobile faoe. " From tbe despair of my jealous love and misery, I wakened to passionate blisr." be continued. " I know not when tbe child's tint shyness and dread of me changed to a tender feeling, bat it came upon me suddenly, and with heavenly sweetness, that she loved me. She bad forgotten ber lover in New York. Mrs. Lynn, I tweax I believe she loved me even as 1 loved ber, witb a singleness and depth ot devotion sueb as tew hearts are capable of feeling. Ciod forgive me that I doubted ber once! No one wae ever more cruelly punished for unbelief and hardness tban 1 have been '" With bis eyes downcast upon tbat low, green grave, he did not see bow bitterly her lip curled aa it always did when tbat bight of ber betrayal rutlmd bleakly over ber. ' Sbe gave me bur tender, trusting heart, and her beautiful lelf," be went on. "We were married. Her parents were absent, and it was a very quiet ceremony in a juiet church that gave me tbe desire ot my heart. We went abroad for our honeymoon, and remained more than a year." A sigh with hit heart's despair drifted over bis lips. " Sneli a year, Mra. Lynn ! a golden year, into whose short space was crowded all the real happiness and bliss of my life. Sbe made me the happiest, most blessed of men in tbat brief time. I am forty four years old, Mrs Lynn, but it seems to me I have only really lived one year one year that shines on tbe paat like a radiaut star in tbe darkness of night.'' (To be continued. > II.. Tall Hai. Perhaps no article of attire is, and long has been, more consistently abused than tbe high bat, which iB tbe outward token of reapectability in man. It bss been called by contemptuous pamee, as a chimney-pot, a funnel, a stovepipe, a glossy cylinder and so on ; but it is to be observed tbat in spite of all. people continue to wear it. Oacar Wilde altered bis protest at Highbury recently, and dwellera in tbat northern suburb seem to have agreed with him . but it may be doubted whether in any case agreement wae carried so far as to induce anybody to abandon it. No one oan defend it, but custom ban so brazed tbe arm-tic faculty tbat no one no one, that is to say, whose example it is safe to follow will leave it off : nor u there any general agree- ments as to what should be hubstitutsd. The tall bat is a sbam, for it has an affecta- tion of being beaver ; it is aa inconvenient thing to wear, and still more inconvenient to carry or dispose of when it i not being worn, and it IB uosuited to tbe Koglisb climate beoau-e rain spoils it. Certainly it is not picturesque. There is absolutely sotbing to be aaid on tbe other hand in its favor ; but every one wears it beoausejevery one else wears it. Bo oloeely did our fathers cling to tbe fetish tbat they even played cricket in tall bats. Something, one would tbink, most surely happen soon to emanci- pate these who are under its sway. / n.i'i.n Standard. ! I hi. a "l-nd. r ' Did you ever see a we m an play whist 1 No ! Well, ahe does it somewhat as fol- lows : " Ob, dear, I don't believe I oan ever get these cards arranged Now, 1st me see, that one goes there, and Ob, dear, I've dropped one OB tbe floor Won't yon pick it up ? Thanks Now, 1st me see Ob, is it my play ? Mercy ! I'm sure 1 don't know wbioh one to play There, I played tbe wrong one, bnt never mind Have I got to follow siait? Well, if I can't fn'Iow suit oan 1 trump .'Ob. I wisk I oould have thrown away on tbat trick Could I ? Oh, I'm so sorry Now, bow stupid I wss I didn't see it was mfpartner's aoe when 1 trumped, but never mind." And so it goes on, and at the end of the game her partner generally bae to Bland tbe ridicule of the other side because be waa BO badly beaten. Button Pott, He IrirlllUrd Him. Coroner" I have just held an inquest over the body of a man found drowned, but we are unable to identify him." Citizen -" It may be Jack Short. He has been miming for a week," Coroner" You knew Short, did yon . " Citizen" Knew him well." Coroner" Would you be able to identify him, do you think.'' CitiMD " Ob, yes , easily. Bs had an impediment in bis ipeeob." Tbe total membership of the Mormon Chareh, according to tbe census of 1H80, was 79.486. Bnow must be an unusual phenomenon in Dublin. After a recent storm a sort of riot occurred in Trinity College. The studentt, in large numbers, both within and without the walls, indulged in tbe pastime of snowballing. Thote who passed the various gates were assailed, and some persons were hurt. The street lamps were broken, and many windows snffered even within the precinct- of the college. Kir-''v the gates were closed, and so remained daring tbe greater part of tbe day. Nearly half a million copies of " Called Back " and " Dark Days " have been sold in England. Ol another cheap novslette, Miss Helen Mather's " Found Out, 1 thirty thousand copies were) disposed of in the first week after publication. The popu- larity of tht shilling form of original stories admit*, tktrsfore, otno doubt. HOU III K>4H\ BMtll A t.inpbl. jlrceWBI II ISM HtSUSI <:u,,rd.,u,.ij iln 111. l>,ih I < Sire A !! Ik* NSWItr AM I IK qunl Haud.to-h.nJ kuoiiUKi Milk (hi IDS*. A London oat le says : Mr. Burleigh, tbe war correspondent who wa* wounded at Abu Klea, has, under tbe iutipiration of bis hurt, wiitten to tbe Daily Ttltgraph a thrilling account of tbe battle, and in it oooura this description of Colonel Burnaby'B death, whioh iuut become hintorioal : " Still down upon us the dark Arab wave rolled. It had arrived within three hundred yards nndimimabed ID volume unbroken in strength a rush of spearemeD aud swordamen. Their rifle tire bad ceased. Other Arab forces surrounded ui tbe Mahdi's troops, plundering Bedouin* and pillaging villagers from tbe other aide stood eager on the bilUides watobirg tbe charge upon the British square. In wild excitement, their while teeth glistening and the sheen of their brandished weapons flashing like thousands ot mitrors, onward they came, charging straight into our ranks. " I was at that instant inside tbe tqaare, noi far from tbe Gardner gun, when 1 saw tbe left face move somewhat backward. Colonel Bornaby himself, whose e very- action at tbe time I saw from a dittanoe ot about thirty yards, rode out in front ot the rear left tape, af patently to assist two or three skirmisbers ranning in hard pressed. All but one man of them succeeded in reaching our lines. Colonel Burnaby went forward to his assistance, sword in band. As the dauntless Colonel rode forward he pat himself in tbe way of a sbtik shargine down on horseback. Ere the Arab closed with him a bullet from some one in our ranks brought tbe sheik headlong to tbe ground. The enemy's spearsmen were close bebind, and one of them suddenly dashed at Colonel Burnaby, pointing the long blade of bis tpear at bis throat. Checking bis hone and pulling it backward, Burnaby leapt forward in his fsaddle and pairiei the Moalem'i rapid and ferocious thrusts. But the length of tbe man's weapon eight feet put it oat ot bis power to return with interest the Arab's murderous intent. Once or twice Colonel Burnaby just touched bis man, only to make him more wary and Bauer. The affray was the work of second* only, tor the savage horde of swarthy negroes from Kordofan.and straight-haired tawny oomplexioned Arabs of tbe Bay ud* steppe, were last closing in upon oni square. Col. Burnaby fenced tbe swarthy Arab as if be were playing iu an assault at armi, and there was s smile on his tea- ton B as be drove off tbe man's awkward points. Tbe scene was taken in at a glance. Witb tbat lightning instinct which I Lave seen desert warrior* before now display in battle while coming to one another's aid. an Arab, who was pumuiog a soldier ana bad passed five paote to Burnaby right and rear, turned with a saddeu spring, and this second Arab ran bis spear point into the Colonel's ngbt shoulder. It was hot a slight wound. Euoagb, though, to cause Bornab> to twist around ui bio saddle and defend himself from this unexpected attack. Before tbe savage could repeat kin unlocked for blow, ao near tbe ranks of the tcjoare was tbe scene now being enacted, s soldier rau out and drove bis awnrd bayonet through tbe second assailant. Brief as) was Buruaby's glanoe backward at this fatal episode it was long enough to enable tbe first Arab to deliver bis spear point full iu the brave tlfioer'n throat. Tbe blow drove Burnaby out of bi saddle, but it rtquired a second one before he let go his grip of tbe reins and tumbled upon the ground. Half a do/eu Arabs were now about him. Witb blood gushing in streams from UIB gadhea throat the dauntless guardsman leapt to his feet, sword in hand, and slashed at tbe ferocious group. Tbey were the wild strokes of a proud, brave man dying hard, and he waa ijuiokly overborne aud ltd belrleBS and dying." A \ in >i . - i v * ,. i A tt'trnr-Uld H*T Mlabb>r4 III ihr Rarlt b- Mlsmcr Boy. A last (Wednesday) night's Halifax, N. b., despatch saya : A juvenile Blabbing affair is reported to have taken place at Stellarton yesterday that is likely to be attended by fatal results. Two boys were quarrelling. One was getting the better of tbe other and a third boy interfered, tbe bigger brother of the boy vt'.o was getting the wont of tbe fight. Tbe two boys fight- ing were named 1'euoon and Blaokwood. The elder Blaokwood, who interfered, wan aged 14 years, and Denoon was about ' . When tbe third boy interfered Deneon took to bis bsels. The elder Blaokwood fol lowed him, and when Denoon fell exbauated ID the snow Blackwood knelt upon him, deliberately took out his jack-knife, opened it, sod plunged tbe blade into the Htuall of Denoon's back. The little boy wan re- moved to bis home. Both his legs are paral) zed and be is not expected to recover. Blaokwood is null at liberty, and no steps have as yet been taken to have him arrested or punished. A Hi mil ol I i nl'-lon> > f ur> <-i o..il A Hagville, N. V., despatch says : Trumao Partridge, a noted old-time Democrat of thia region, had bis beard removed to-day for the first time in twenty-four years. 1 artridge has never been known to vote against a candidate of bis party. In IHI.O when Lincoln waa elected, he made a vow never to allow a razor to touch his faoe un til a Democratic President was inaugurated. Hs was ready to have a clean shave u; 1876, when Tilden was counted out, but a- Tildnn did not take his seat he resolved to wait uutil a Democrat waa installed. When Partridge made tbe vow he resided on tbe farm now occupied by . Howe, and wag comparatively a young man. His beard reached below his waist aud was gray and sorag<y. He went to Washington, shook hands with Cleveland, returned last night, and at noon to-day had tbe hair taken from bis faoe. A material which is fireproof as well a* indestructible by vermin is made of asbes- tos and silicate. It resembles stons, and, though massive in sppearanoe, is of light ! weight. It makes a useful box or safe for ! the preservation of documents. I One-half of the entire orange crop of Florida is raised within a radial of twenty fonr mile* around Ooala.