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. V ' K ln .H..1 "Jkonniy way with the others, I toil at my I sen sooiatliueswaary and careworn and aome- msa 1 wear a mask, Aa4 cover with amilaiandauushine a heart that is fall of tears; Aad yet, and yt, there is joy divine, and It crowns my burduxxl yean. For sometimes then comee a whitper In the silence of uiy aoal : Bute up, my love, my fair one, and forrei the sorrow and dole, Aad come to the houite of the banquut and feant with the King to day." And oh I wben I hear tbe lummonit, in there aught axeept to obey ? Aad what if the way be dreary and sometimes think It long '/ Sbere's always, sooner or later, a bit of acheery song. ASM! what if the clouds above me are sometime* thick and gray? There u never a cloud on tkte mercy seat where 1 meet Iliai day by day. o I go on my way with the others, I am often weary and spent ; Bat aye m my heartl am thankful, bappv and well content ; fat often in the early dawning and oft at the fall ol day eealUmelntothe banquet, and what can I do but obey? THAT REMTIH, RIVER. CHAPTER LXVI. Beatrix did oot know how to refuse the JsMtber'a prayer. She knew thai Lurel'H heart waa yearning for the child, and she lid not really think that it would do her siy injury to see him. She made her pro- sise that the would Dot exert herself, and than the went after the little lad who as aw, usual at play with Trixy npon the She made Laurence promise that he would be very gentle and quiet in bit mam- Ma's room, and be very readily agreed to to to. She knew that he was a little gen- rbo would kee: bii word of hoaor, 1 ao the sent him in and waited outaide patiently until that momentou* interview wa over. Laurel kept the child almost an hour. Ho one knew JUBI what ibe said to him or how mnoh of the pact the revealed to him, hsU the boy came oat with a face all glow- fag with joy and Bought little Trizy. Xo her he confided LIB joyous newi : " I have a real, live papa, 1'rixy. He ii KM dead ae we thought. He U good and handsome at handeome as your papa, Trixy, dear, and when mamma get* well be is going to take uie to him." Truy waa delighted at the good fortune that bad befallen her boy lover. 1 1 formed an inexhaustible theme with them. They "illiiiiiil it daily and compared no tee on their papa* in the most earnest fashion. Laortnoe was very impatient to have his mamma get well. The vague long- ing that bad haunted him all bii lifetime would be realized when be went home to tbat tplf ndid papa whom already be loved isi anticipation. Laurel convalesced very fast. Since she had beard tbat her husband still lived, there wae a great change in her. She wat wsry crave and thoughtful, even amounting eaaneas. Beatrix could not understand her Hhe was fonder than ever of her child ; hat there seemed to be a sort of passionate ' mingled with her love. She would lie and oarees him, and then ibe would waapl bitterly over him. "Why do yon weep over your child : him, and I applauded her. But, really, Laurel, il was not to bad. Be wat not, ' to the manner bora.' Until a year before be bad been plain John Bull, a briefleiu barruter. He bad succeeded to the baron- etagt by a series of accidental and nnex- Cted deaths of heirs-presumptive, and wax plain and sensible, and forty years old at least." " I do not think bis age was any objec- tion," cried Laurel, hastily, and blushing very much. 11 No, indeed, and it did not prove so in this case," smiled Beatrix. " He would not take her no for an answer. He never rested until he made pretty Clarice ' my lady.' " " It is very romantic. I shall make it a plot for a novel," declared Laurel. " I dare say Clarice would not scold me now for aspiring above my station," she added, with a pretty pensive smile. " I dare say not," said Beatrix, greatly amused. " Exceptions alter oases." atrix aeked her, in wonder. "Hove him so dearly," answered Laurel, vasrvely. I cannot understand why tbat should be a leaaon for weepiug over him. Ton sjgbt to be quite happy over snob a bean- tttnl boy," said impulsive Beatrix, sighing, a she thought of her own little lad sleep- lag far away beneath the skies of England. "lam happy over him," said Laursl. "But, oh, Beatrix, yon do not quite under- tend me. Hitherto my little Laurence has belonged only to me. He oame *o> me in a dark and troublous time, when I was alone and friend- lem in the world. I worked for him, I made money for him, and I filled up the void in my heart with bis baby-love. Bui lor him I should have died. I oould not have borne my life. And now we shall be parted, 1 and my little eon. I shall give him to his father ; but, oh, Beatrix, what hall I do without him ?" "I cannot understand you, indeed, Laurel," said simple Beatrix. " Yon are aing home to your husband, are yon not, ear ? Surely yon will not mind dividing the ohild's love with him. Think how slfishly yon have kept il to yourself all these yean, and you will not loee him or be parted from him. Yon know what the poet says : ' Half is bis, and half is thine.' Depend npon it, Laurel, you will be hap- pier in the child's love when his father hares it. It is only natural that pboald be." 14 Yoa will understand my meaning bet- tor in a little while, dear Beatrix," Laurel answered, gently, and then she abruptly banged the subject. " I have always wanted to ask yon about tlarioe Well*," she said. "What has become of her ?" Beatrix laughod, sweetly and gayly. "I am glad yon have not forgotten Clarice, she uaid. " She was a good girl, and she admired yon very much. I was sorry to lose her when I left England, but I eenld not forbid the banns.' " She is married, then ?" asked Laurel. 1 Yes, and her marriage was qnite yon tie. Should you like to bear about ilT" " Very much," Laurel replied. " Yon would scarcely believe it of one so devoted to the laws of caste, and who lectured you so roundly for aspiring above your station, but Clarice i actually the wife of an English Baronst," laughed Beatrix, " and it all happened in the most lomantio fashion. I always thought that Olarioo bad a spioe of romance in her ature. Hbo betrayed it when she lent herself so readily to the furtherance of oar firliah conspiracy. " Yes," ughed Laurel, " She met him her baronet in the Alps, where we were taking onr little snm- soer holiday," continued Beatrix. "He wae summering there, too, and ' they met by ohauoe the usual way,' yon know, Morel. She saved his life he was rolling eViwu a precipice and she adroitly caught him back she was alwayi a quick-witted little thing. Well, he was grateful, she WM interested, and, next thing they fell in tore. Clarice was very sensible at first. 8te refused to have anything to say to CHAPIER LXV11. In five weeks after that tragedy at the seashore Laurel announced her intention of returning to Belle Vue. She bad con- valesced very rapidly, and the bloom and beauty of health were fast returning to her lovely face. Nothing was left to remind one of bar almost fatal illness save the short, soft rings of sunny hair tbat olos- tered all over tbat beautiful, graceful head. Beatrix grieved sorely over the loss of that wealth of golden tresses from her friend's bead, but after all it scarcely detracted from Laurel's beauty. The pretty, babyish nugleta lent a ifiritiulle charm to the fair face and made a halo about the brow tbat made her " half of earth and half divine." Let us go home to Belle Vue, " the said, pleadingly, to her uncle, and he, eager to gratify her slightest wish, contented. They wished to have Beatrix and her mother to go with them, but they exoiued themselves and promised to corns later on. " When Laurel has left you and you feel lonely," said Mrs. Gordon, with a smile. The beautiful authoress blusbed vividly and then grew very plals. She made no answer to the half question. No one quite knew what she intended to do. No one oould understand her, she was so shy, so reticent, she blusbed so at the slightest mention of Mr. Lt Boy's name. But Beatrix, as sbe held her in her arms at parting, whispered, pleadingly, againttt her ebesk : ' Yon will not be hard and unforgiving any longer, dear. Yoa will go home to him?" " Yon shall hear from me in a few days," Laurel answered ; and Beatrix was obliged to be content with that ambiguous reply. They went back to Belle Vue. The autumn days had set in now, and the trees were clothed in all the glory of their coloring. From hill to hill, from shore to aiiore glowed with soarlst and brown and {old. The sun shone still with all the brightness of summer, the flowers were in their glory yet. There was no cloud in all the summer sky that morning when Laurel went shyly up to her uncle's side. Uncle Carlyle, I want yon to take me over to Eden this morning," sbe said, witb the beautiful blushes mantling on her cheeks. He drew the back of bis band hastily his eyes. The hour for which be had longed and dreaded bad come. He was going to lose Laurel and bis darling little Laurie. " My dear, are yon strong enough ?" be asked her, wittfolly. " Remember, we only came to belle Vue yesterday." " I am so restless il seems as if I cannot wait," she said, and be saw thai the dark eyes were full of unrest and pain. ' We will go at onoe, dear," be said ; and though he did not say another word, Laurel understood why be took her so tenderly in his arms and kissed her. She did not speak. Her heart was too full for words. Tkey took little Lanrenoe and drove over to Eden. Mr. Ford sent in bis card alone to Mrs. Le Hoy, and they waited Hilently in the grand drawing-room for her. But when he beard her coming be with- drew into the shadow of ths curtained window. He did not wish to embarrass her meeting with Laurel by his pre- sence. The door opened and sbe entered slowly with a step tbat bad grown unconsciously feeble and halting. The fine old face looked pale snd sad, there was a sorrowful droop about tbs delicate lips. The years tbat bad brought Laurel to the perfection of her womanly beauty bad sadly aged 31. Leon's mother. She oame in sadly enough, bnt when she saw who her visitors were the light of a sudden, tremulous hope flashed over her proud, sad face. Her dim eyes brightened. "Mrs. Lynn!" she exclaimed, wonder- ingly. The beantitnl woman in the white dreas with the crimson roses fastened against her round white throat rose and went liaxtily forward. There was a look of pain and shame on the fair face. ' Do not call me by that name. It never was mine. It has only been the mask beneath whiob I hoped to hide my iden- tity," cried Laurel. " I am ashamed and penitent now. Call me, Laurel, mother, and say that yon forgive me." " Lanrel, I am so glad !" cried Mrs. Le Roy, throwing her arms about her neck, and then with the charming inconsistency of womau she wept. Sbe had forgotten the child in her joy at the restoration of Lanrel, bat suddenly a little hand itole into hers, and a half expos- tulating voioe said : " Grandmamma 1" Bbe turned and caught the beautiful boy to her heart, half-smothering him in her fond caresses. " My precious little grandchild," she cried ; and Laurence asked her naively ; " It yon are glad tbat we have come home, mamma and me, why do you cry?" " Yoa mast not ask questions, my little lad," said Mr. Ford, coming forward and greeting his hostess, and thinking to him self that she bad suddenly grown beautiful in the radiance of the joy- light tbat beamed npon her face. He asked the question tbat Laarel was too timid to syllable npon her lips. " How il Mr. Le Roy ?" " He has bad a relapse be is quite unwell to-day," Mrs. Le Roy said, trem ulously. " He has been very ill since we brought him from the seashore. He makes) no effort to recover. He does not seem to oars to live." Sbe looked at Laurel an shs spoke. " II IB all your fault, dear I" sbe said gently. " Life has never been the same siuoe yon were lost to him. Only this morning the physician told me that without some object in life, something more to live tor than be has now my son would never get well." Laorel'i face was very pale. Bbe drew her arm tightly around her son as be stood by her side. " May I see him '.'" she asked, in a faint, trembling voioe, without lifting her eyes. " He is in his own room, dear. Go to him as soon ae you please," Mrs. Le Roy answered, gladly. Laarel did not wait for another word. They saw tbat sbe was vsry pale, tbat she trembled very mnoh, and their hearts went out to her in silent sympathy (or her suf- fering. She roes, took her little son by the hand, and silently left the room. CHAPTER LXVIII. St. Leon Le Roy lav among the laee fringed pillows of bis luxurious bed that morning alone and lonely. It was a beautiful room where be lay, but the invalid took no pleasure in it. It was large and lofty, with a lovely painted ceiling, and the walls were bung in beauti- ful draperies of rose-bned silk and snowy laee. The furniture and carpet were upholstered in pink velvet, the carpet had a pattern of roves upon il, the vases on the marble mantle were filled with exquisite flowers. Bl. Laon bad been surrounded by beautiful things all hie life. Tbey did not add to bis pleasure nor detract from bis pain. He lay there wearily among the downy pillow*, with his wasted white band over bis heavy eyes, and his thoughts fixed on the beautiful wife, so fatally lost to him. Only tbat morning Ibe physician had warned him. " Yon must rouse yourself, Le Roy, or yon will die from the effect of your terrible wound. The strain upon your system has been most severe. I have exhausted my art in bringing yon to the point of coeval esoenoe. Now. yon must help yourself. If >ou give way to Ibis fit of despondency, Ibis ennui tbat I see creeping npon yon, I will not answer for the oonoequsnoes. Yon must rally from this spell of df jeotion. Make yourself an object in life, and live for it." Then be went away. He bad done all be oould for the suffering body ; he did not know bow to minister to a mind diseased. Us had detected the symptoms, but St. Leon alone oould appiy the remedy. He lay silently thinking. There was only one object for which be could have caret! to live, and tbat was unattainable. Why should hs exert himielf to hold on to a life tbat was source worth living? Why not let go the anchor and drift idly with the Hue thai daubed him hither and thither on its reatlviM waves ? Who would greatly care to live wben all of life had grown into a long rtgret ? His door unclosed softly, but be did not turn his h*ad, Hs knew tbat his mothsr had visitors, and be supposed tbat shs was now returning. He did not look at her be knew tbat aha oould not bear to see the heavy sadness in hie eyes. A light step stole aorom ths floor, and saying to himself, She thinks ms asleep," be gently olooed bis eyes. Il wss a harm- Iran deception hs often practiced upon her. Thinking him asleep, she would feel more content. ' Papa !" said a proud, happy little voice, and a soft baud fluttered down upon bis own. He opened his eyes with a start. A child was standing beside him a beau- tiful boy, with hair and eyes like his own, and bis mother's wistful smile Laurence Lynn! " Laurie I" be cried. " Yes, papa, I have come home to yon. I am your sou really and truly. Are yon not glad ?" cried the child, who bad been so loved and petted all bis life that it was no vanity in nun to imagine tbat any one must be proud and glad in possession of him. Ola! ! St. Leon oould not speak for a moment. He was dazed with tbs sadden- ness of the surprise. He threw bis arms about bis son, and strained him to his heart; bnt his thoughts wsre witb the mother more than the child. " Did you come alone, dear?" hs asked, as soon as he could command bis voioe. " Ob, no ; mamma and Uncle Carlyle oame with me. Mammal" be suddenly looked arouod, then brake from St. Leon's clasp and ran to the door" mamma, come baok !" be called. " Why did yon run away ?" 81. Leon leaned on his elbow and watched the door impatiently, bu breath coming and going in great strangling gaapn, bis heart full of trembling anticipation. "What does it mean? Will she forgive me? Will she come baok to me?" hs asked himself, in a bewildering maze of hope and anxiety. Laurie opened the door and ran ont into the ball. Ho came baok in a moment, and before be entered St. Leon beard the echo of a loved, familiar footstep beside tbat of the child. The color rushed into his face. His heart beat tumultuonsly. " Why did you run away, mamma ?' the ebild was still repeating as they oame across the threshold hand in hand. 81 Leon bad beard that sbe had bees vsry ill after the shook of bis supposed death that dreadful night. He had drawn some hopeful auguries from the news at first. Perhaps she lovsd him still, psrbaps she would relent and come baok to him. Bnt he bad waited so long for a sign from hsr that he bad fallen into despair again. The xii'lit of her now, as she oame into the room, revived the dying embers of hope within hia breast. To his fond, adoring eyas she had never looked more lovely despite the closely ont wben tbs prayed him for forgiveness and be had coldly pat her away. "Il is retribution," be said to himself, wbils the cold dew of agony beaded his brow. She wan holding Laurie's band tightly olaeped within her own. Onoe, twice, sbi raised il to her lips, then suddenly she laic it quickly in St. Leon's palm and witbdre her own. Her voioe had a strange, almost dying sound as sbe said : " Yon saved my life, 81. Leon. Ay, yon did more yon would havs given your life for mine I Do not think me ongratef ul Do not believe tbat I could forget what 1 owe you I am come to make reparation Yoa would have given me your life. See I give you what is dearer than my life to me the heir to Eden t" Then sbe stepped baok into the shadow Sbe did not wib him to see the white agony that was written on her faee. Sbe would make the sacrifice bravely, not showing him all that it cost her bleeding heart. He drew one arm around the child and held him to his breast. Hs kept the other free. His eyes tnrnsd wistfully to thai fair, sad face, half veiled by the falling curtain. " Laarel," he breathed. There was a world of tenderness, passion and entreaty in his tone. Hsr heart beat wildly. She turned toward him trying to look calm and bra /a. He held ont bis other arm to her, bnt she would not understand. She gszad at him in silent distress. " Lanrel," fas said again, " the gift would be incomplete without yon. Are you not Doming to me, too, dear ?" The swift color rutihed into her face, her dark eyes brimmed over with tears, but sbe stood quite still, the would not stir. CHAPTER LX1X. Bbe did not stir, she did not speak. The tears brimmed over and rolled down her cheeks, bnt sbs kept her place in silence. " Will yon not oume to ms ? ' bs pleaded, and be answered then, drearily : 1 I cannot . " " You cannot Oh, Lturel, do not say so I" be cried. " Wbal is to hinder you from coming back to say heart ? What 'can stand between us ?" " Your own words," she anewered, brash- ing the tears away, and gazing at him with eyes full uf sombre misery and pain. He wae full of wonder and perplexity, " I cannot understand you," he said. " I would give the world to have yon hack again, Laurel. I love yon with the most, faithful love the world ever knew. I shall/ never cease to love you I" " Yet onoe you said sorely you remem- ber it, St. Leon 7 thai yon could nsver again love a woman who bad deceived you. Once fallen from its pedestal, the broken idol could never be restored again." The words oame back to bis memory the words be 1 ad spoken before be knev the word* that were all that stood between them now. He looked at her in anguish. Hs would have given anything if only be had nsver made tbat vain boast- how vain bs had never known till now. I was foolish and mad and blind," hs cried. ' II was the most empty boast the world ever knew. .Ob, Laarel, will yoa not forgive me for my hardness and cruelty ?" Sbe stood still, witb bar small bands folded before her, her fair head drooping low, as she answered : I du forgive yon." Then yon will come back to me I Yoa will not be bard upon me, Laarel, I ha* repented so bitterly. I repented within twenty-four boors after I bad pat you away from ms so hardly. All my life sioo we parted has been one long repentanoe my darling." " I did not come baok tor this, iit. Leon,' she said, tremulously ; " I meant only to give yon the child. I thought 1 should go away tbsn." Little Laurence uttered a startled cry. He wrenched himself loose from his father's PAMT e>r * - . n KTI ourls and the extreme palor of her face. She oame aorosa ths floor holding the child by the hand, and as she met the imploring gaze of his eyes her own seemed to swim in tiua glittering mist of unshed tears. Bbe stood there silently a moment, and be waited humbly to bear her speak to pro- oonnoe his doom, as it were, for il seemed tbat fate itself hung on those lender, wistful lips. In tfaat moment of passionate sus- pense and longing It seemed to him that be experienced something of the feelings that must have thrilled her tbat terrible night clasp and ran to her to hide bis faee in the soft white folds of her dress. " No, no," be said vehemently, " 1 can not stay witb papa unless yon will stay too, mamma. I love yon the best I" St. Leon looked at bis wife. Sbe ihrunk a little before tbat look. It was aadly repmschfnl. You see how it is," be said. " Yoc havs kept him from ms all his life, and now be has no love to give me 1" But ths child interposed, vehemently : " I love yon both, and I will stay witb you both. Culy mamma most not go away from Eden." Hs drew her forward impulsively as he spoke. He placed her band in bar husband's, and closed bis own little dimpled fingers around them, ao that Laarel oould not draw hen away. " Mamma, I love yon first and best," bs said. " Bnt I lovs papa and grandmamma, toe. If bs has been naughty, let us for give him and slay with him." " Stay with me, Laarel," echoed St. Leon. Bhe tell tbe warm, persuasive olssp of his fingers on ben. All ths ice about her heart melted beneath thai touch. She c )uld not bold onl against him. Sbe knew tbat she must yield if she did not fly from his presence. " Ob, let me go I" she cried. " II is not best tbat I should come back to yon. Il is the child yon want. Tbere is so much in tbe past thai would haunt us I There is so mnoh to rouse reproach and regret. We are best apart. Ob, lei me go I" Bui somehow hs had drawn hsr down to the clasp of his arms now. His warm lips were pressed against hsr oheok " Only one word, dear," he whispered. " Do yon love ms still, my Lanrel ?" " I have loved you always," sbe mar- mured, and us knew that with this con- fession love had conquered pride. " Then let us forget all slse but love," he pleaded. " You will stay with me, Lanrel?" " I will stay," sbe answered. And never yet since firm ID Paradise, O'er the four rivers the Drat roeee blew, Came rarer pleasure unto mortal kind, Than lived thruugb her who, In that happy hour, 1'ut band to band beneath her husband heart, And felt him hen again. THB END. Two Frenchmen, the brothers Forre, have invented a new kind of harp, made entirely of wood, limtead of strings the inventors use strips of American fir. Tbe sound is produced, as In the ordinary harp, by tbe contact of tbe fingers, hat ths player wenrn leather gloves covered with rosin. Jarcr Ha Mr la l.>.u.>u fsikltc HOMO. "Honor to Ibe bra>.: I r .rt of police- man will be raffled fur m a.urday evening at the Nine Aoorns. -'reel, tor the bentfit of young II , who ban been mokt unjustly duli.g t u ' r standing up in defenoo of hm > .1 tail r, who u weU known and respectad n> most ol you. Ticket* fur the b, t.i oert sixpence each. P.S. As all <i, .. r. will be paid by a friend, the wuolt ? proceed* will be handed over to lb< . .i<g champion of freedom." Here was mystery, to -. he best, writes the London Telegraph i- i respondent who received this card, iiul 'be article to be rallied for been merely f-r'-ion of a polios constable's aoooulreiutu * hie staff, his rattle or his helmet eve me latter hav- ing been knocked oil iu a r. ot sbmdy and carried off by some valiant runaway " rough" as a trophy -u would not have been to surprising. Bat c*rt of a police- man I Which part? Su|>poiug ibe grim wording to refer to a leg >/ au arm, it oould be taken as indicating i "thing less than tbat some obnoxioun u i r of the force bad been foully murdered ud his unfortu- nate body afterward divi .. d. Bat it was incredible apart from '.be fact that to my knowledge no mein poiitan countable had recently disappeaitd iu an unac- countable maubui IL,.: ths land- lord of tbs Nins A .run who was by no mean* a u an t/f ruffianly proclivities, would permit u urgie of snob barbarouH sort >.o t*r.>- place on hi* premised. To be sum, the part " alluded to might U> a lewwr portion ot a policeman than an entire limb an ur, or a nose severed frum his bead by a foeman'a jaws in ons of those horribli; oauuibal ncrim- mgt> occasionally reroroe i in the police) reports. Yet it seemed , o.tooly pen-Hole ihat auy class of Ejgli-liuieu oould be found to agree in a|.ply,ng Iher term obampion of freedom " u> s rascal ol their fraternity who bad toen guilty ot snob a savage act. Al tue name time, 1 bad hs landlord ' a*urai.ot, unmistakably, hat it was actually part uf a policeman that was to be ai poetd of by oast of dies, and, that being so, pernoually, cariosity apart, 1 regarded ait a dut> 1 owed to the Uritiih public to accept a,,d avail myself of the invitation. The facts at 1 gleantd >l,i-m were briefly these : Old Hogging* "' street stall for retailing nab and rabbit*, and, being subject to rhfuiuati- in. preferred to aland on tbe comparatively dry pavement than in tbe muddy roadway while be pursued his business. To tni> a tail policeman on duty objected, and after > i taking several times to Old Iluggiuga "i> rue rubject. bs at lasl gave him a rough puli, the tffeol of which was to send tbe vtuerable rabbit monger reelu g ajjan >-t In. - 'ml, whiob was: capsized, and it* oontenu r puled into the, mire. Invlaotly ibe youiiKr IluggingB, who wse officiating at a " i.&d " of mackerel a few yards diittant, pluoluly bis age was only 17 came to bis parent s renoue, and floored tbe meddleMjinu constable off- bandknocking out a iioul tooth of tbe officer's in tbe irjoesa. Six week*, with hard labor, wa> me msgiitensJ asotenoe ou tbe >ou-hful < batupion, and, tbe tooth having bteu piokrcl up and care- fully preserved, tbe IU^OLI us idea was to turn it to account in t'-o manner already mentioned. Tbe violently extracted incisor, wbiob was white and sound, and, left undinturbcd, would probably have done its owner many yean ot M rvioe, was set, gsm like, in tbe centre < f a Urge rtsttte of parti colored ribbons, wbiot waa suspended to tbe pe*-|/ipe in tbe centre of tbe room wbers tbe raffle took plao , bat, beyond that, tbs proceedings were distinguished by nothing that wae particularly note- worthy. Tbe raffle was well patrotized, tbe large room being ae full u it would bold comfortably, and the wi> jr proving to be a barrowman of some tmiueno* and means, he generously announced U!a intention of having the tooth nuuht d ID a scarf pin, and preHnntitig it to the young Hnggings to wear on Bandar*. I rich.. r lar < bt lii K . I raar. This is a groat gum yiar in Maine, es- pecially on tbe Penobsoct, aud now that us son la climbing up luto tbe north a little and the lumbermen are coming ont the air is fairly rendolent a-ith the perfume of spruce. Tbs logs, kne and bark are not tbe only valuable parts of tbs great timber tree, for tbe gum IB worth consider- able even in its rough state, just as it i* hacked from ths orolohe* cf old trees. Tbsre ars two or three urine in Maine which buy large quantitic * ol it from lum- bermen and gum banters fur tbe purpose of refining il.ae they say. But as a general thing tbe refining oonMstti m adulteration ith resin. They throw i . i , M a big kettle, bark and all, and boil it into about the consistency of thick molasses, skimming the impurities off as they rinv to the surf aoe. Then, if tbe purpose to be to adulterate, some lard or grease aud t> lot of resin is tdded, and in some uas^r a lulls sugar. Tha mixture then becomes thicker, and, after more stirring, is poured oat on a slab, wbers, while it is yet hot, i'. i* rolled oat in a sheet about a quarter of an mob thick, and then chopped with a steel die into pieces half au mob wid? and three quarters if an inch long. These pieoet are wrspped into tissue paper and paoked into wooden taxes. Tbere are 300 pieces in a box. Boms gum in treated in tLi way without adulteration. Tbe best gum comes from 10 particular locality, but always from the ftiggest trees. The logger^, in their many idle hours by tbe camp fire, whittle oat miniature barrels from blocks ot cedar or whits pine, hollow them out, and fill them witb the choicest gum the woods afford for {ift to tbeir sweethearts, children or 'riends, when they " come down " in ths spring. Others, who go icm the woods for [um alone, bring down big b*it* of gum and sell it to manufacturers of the improved artiole.-J'ortfaiid (Me.) Pnu. By means of a simple And conveniently 'orked device of coiled spring, an English nvontor has succeeded in diof ensing with hs need ot driving sewing m chines by land or toot ; a few turn* of a handle winds op sufficient power to keep a machine joing al full speed over an hour. It ii completely under control as to tbs rale of lilcbiug and stopping, and oan bs applies! to any existing machine at moderate cent. The Jesuits have recently purchased the villa in the island cf Elba which was ocon- , Tbe tone of the instrument is said to be of \ P' ed 7 Napoleon after his abdication in remarkable parity. ' 1814. It is to be converted into a college