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A K^tebad Immortal. |Tli» roKowii-.jf id from ii b^^'k nf jiooiiis, " A Haunt. .1 Ui'fcrt "by Mtuim Irtin«, of Tarrytown. whose 'iMarrsI wi h .^u-ticj«rM8li -c I'aliiior WcIIa hm exritt*! the ftttunti^'M â- â€¢( 4Ji<- courtv aii-l t!in We Htood lu t)ie gnrJeii at mcvnL'iK. A i;trd«*u aU fiuldeu uid tjrafit : Tht' Io»vi'fl m the wiu • Haiik' togoLhor, Mr laii^ihtcr TJiadi' iiiii>-lj *'otwceu Blie was rol't'd in tlio utiitv of tliu liliui, Hor ofon. Ilk* Uiu Utiaveutt. wuru t>liiH, And tti'iuiid btT. i i bwocHi-h!! unfoldftd, Tlie i-Jbi-d a^iitlur with do#. I i»r»y:vl fur a bud. and kIki Kav? it, V\ lUi a Hiiiilr and n blu^h aii<l a ci;;b. I ea'i;;bt and 1 kintitxl litr n lute llOKOr.^, Th.*rH ro ublnd a t-ar lo tier (n»t. Tbi< Rard' nt-r. aDci< ut atid wriuKlud, Caui» c li(i|il[]f{ t)ii< IjiiKwond mid yvvf, Aod h)w weut, and a cluud drifiud ovt-r, Aid tho sparkle died out of thu dew. Alv V'ckH tvv a t^'htiiiior wit)t silver, My lift- is iinbriKbleu*>d by iove. F »r. (tiiti iu t}i(' ri>lM"* ot tin* li i.vs Slii> 8in;;i with tJu- tttit,'t' â-  jib(»%'o. In a t'ook in riiy hart' li tW' tittio, rtml in with a luatlttt (>f nn', I' a r '--hud that nevi*r nnfxldcd !•'<.' l«"k of thr buolif^ut tiv.d dtjw. That .all Kh-- la dead Ilk., tbo rosohiid. Anil my h.vo for h«r ni-ver way t.dd, 1*11' n y dix'iiiii of tin* (il'try of hoavou Is of btT at th'' t{aloway of go d. B\i^ .tan W With hvf feet in tho hli>.uuuiH, Aa<l waiti til ti» Welcome niu thr[>ugb. Atid ;.-iv*' nio n roHobud iiiiniortat, hi t-rrod ('\rr with dianioti U of dew. ESTELLE'S INFATUATION A NOVEL. " You uuow, fakher, th»t I do not G»i'd for tbeso p&rliLa," B»id Cslob, awkwardly. " I hey are not iu my liae, and I am nover my owi man in tliPiii." •' And theo doesn't make account of thy duty to m» as brought thee ap," Haid Mileii. " What thy father wiuhee doeau't woi|{h lio much fits the tail end of a mouse with thee. Thy father who has slaved for thee, and thoaf,'ht nii;ht and day of naught bat thee •nd what would be for thy ^oodâ€" thoa'it Dau^^t better to do than tlout and Hear nbea he wants thj j to hold up thy head is thou shoulddt tt-ith tho best." " You know, father, I never mean to flout at dear yon," said Caleb, oroestly ; " hii*, I do not feel ' thed on to go about amoQ^! Iheae |>oople. They think themselves of KDother make of tlesh and blood from ng, •nd they don't care a jot for our money â€" ^ot, as it were, by a lluke, and with ench owners as wo." "Such owners as we! and what the by that, jaokanapos?" ard that not wo <lickeDa dost mean touted Miles. "Wly, just Ihii), father: we (gentlemen and we can't pretend Kre," said Caleb. " Toots, toots, lad 'â-  i^rais'llfjilda miner's pick till it is as tine- ns my lord's ciword," 4Aid Mi L'l. half in fiiu and hal( in angor. The gentry at KiD){sbouse ain't far dift<^reot from miD and women elsewhere, I reckon ; '•nd a full parse ^oas as far, my lad, an those m .aldv ild coats of arms, with nolh •ioi; behind tliem but lean chaps and family Sride. (>o thy ways, I tell thee. Uio np tairs. C^aleb, like a ^ood lad, and do as thy father bids. I ' in tby best coat and no to the vicarage w.ih the rest. And if thou'lt brine Ti>e home a well-doing likely daaghtur. In-law, like that Lady Klizabeth yonder, I'd not care to call the King my uncle. And I'd HOt tlii-e up in houiekeeping so that tho King shouldn't be pet about to call tlioe aephew." Caleb -itill heuitited â€" silent, awkward, feluctaut, abashed ; when his father eud .denly flew into a rage snch as even he wan «ot arcastomed to hpo ; and with curses, fticks, blows, and oaths otTered him his Ohoir ' -to go, or to leave the house that very moment disinherited forever. Uis .aon had therefore notliing for it but to bond l>efore the storm, and yield to Iiis fathor'a 'desire, and so it was that for the first timry in his life ho formed one of the Kingshouao Mthenngs, a. 1 1 made his entrance into thn fair company of whom Lady Kli?:abeth Incbbuld was the (|aeon and Kstctle (Man- ricardi 'he star of beauty. CHAPTER IIL iiu iniidnsiA. One 3 oM Miles Stagg's favorite apbor iamiwaithat which prooltims how f^ao birds are made by ^.ue feathers. Oive Colin ('lout a good uoat, a llashy nocktio, a gold obiiio as thick as a xhip'a rope, studs M big as sixpences, and all the rest to cor- respond, and Miles could see no difference botwe >a his appearance and that of the â- mnrteit >(mn;^ .Jemmy Jessamy in tho land. If ilommy wero to bo dressed in tlan- nels, the dil'ftjreace.iaduod, would be to the ?ood of ( oliii Cor.rie'iuently, though C!»lt;l), rom his e.^periitnco of college life, knew â- lightly better than his father, and from bis more delicately organi/.ad brain, had at Jill times keener and <|uiokor perceptions, hn vas forced to obey the old man's imperativo command that hs should make himself is •mart as ninepenco, and take the shine nnt â- of that gang of genteel pau[ji ro 'lo would €nect in tho vicarsgo gardens tu day. His clo9P littiog frock-coat was new to 'rawness itnd distrnotingly faultless ; his Wack tronsers were still in tho tailor's well- defined creases; his glossy hat shone like • blackened mirror; and his jewelry wnii resplendent. Over the edge of his Hlill white collar, guillotined with an anilino crimson tie fastened by a Urge diamond borsc'-shoe pin, his round, llat, unmeaning faoa rose like a pug-dog's changed from black t â-  nd and whitp, and from hairy oaninity into a fairly good sketch of bomanity. His fawn-colored gloves matched the color of his hair, and his patent-leathnr boots crippled the iUt feet whicl', for the most part, expatiated in greased boots where his corns were not tortured. Bnch as be was, holding himself •â- 8ti.'^!> as it trussed beneath his clothoa, •hy, sheepish, uunomfortablo, self -con . Bcions. and not a whit reassured by hin ' father's boisterous commendation, nor by bis mother's vacant smile, the young man , mounted the dog-cart, which the coachman ^fove â€" the smart groom sitting behind, hia •rms folded ind his tongue in his check •nd went off to one of those informal tenniri parties which Mr. and Mrs. Stewart gave weekly for the pleasure of the yonn;; people a 'd the promotion of social good good viokress herself could resist that ittle Kmile which comes unbidden on the first Hush of • ridioulous anrprije, whilx some of the worss bred and less kindly tittered aqdibly. Lord Eustace, Lady Kli/.sbeth's younger broiher, gave a slight whistle, which was the rudest thing of all. 13ut theu he was a lord, and en- titled to his own private code. Charlie Oiboroe, who, as poet, piinter, musician and artist generally, assumed to know more about the religion of beauty and the moral. ity of ii'itbetios than any one eldo, lookedat I the new-comer with the same expresaion on his face as if a false chord had been played, a halting rhyme repeated, or a man been detected hiding the ace up his sleeve. As for Caleb himFelf, i( that old familiar wish about the earth opening and awallew- ing him up alive <'juld have been falUUed for his benefit, how gladly vrould he have sunk beneath the sod, never to reappear ! Ills distress was so apparent, bis awkward- ness so pitiful, his whole betring so abject and humilinted, that three charitable souls took him into the sacred prtciucts of their compassion, and forgot to ri:licule for the sake of pity. One of these three was, of course. Mrs. Hsowart herselfâ€" a woman of that liberal, kindly, but not sentimental nature sometimes found iu the arid wastes of society, as might be found a fountain and a palm tree in the desert ; the second, Kstelle, who thought how dreadful it must he to be like that ; and third was Lady Kli/abeth Inchbold, the fair-set mark at which old Miles aimed the presumptuoas shaft of his paternal desires. Uot then this was Lady Elizibeth's way. Whatever there was of hurt or sorrow, of low-lying, trampled on, helpleis or mid- handled, Lady Elizabeth was willing to. lift up and comfort. Could she have wiped away all tears from all eyes at the cost oF her own eternal weeping, she would have done so ; could she have hcalt-d all woands by the blood of her own ho»rt, she would have healed them. No thoa>;ht of self, ko oalcuUtion of the extent or cost of her k«c- ritice troubled the pure stream of her human pity. That she should beemiruh herself by touching the besmirched never occurred to her as possible. And if it had ? Well, those who give themselves up to the care of the lepers doom themselves to the disease they live to sooths and die to lessen. Kstelle Clanriaarde's great friend, bhe and Charlie Osborne, whom Katelle loved, stood at the opp.mite sides of that great triangle of life and thought the apex of which is truth. Where he, bitten by the Sentimental cynicism of a certain school, dctpised his kiii<l, aud held life but a blutrh and a blunder more ixpecially modern life aud all the changes wrought by steam and scienoe â€" the saw good every- where, and like those who bare for under- ground waters on a sandy tract, knew hiiw to find the det^per beau- lies hidden beneath superticial ugliness. For her, uneeltiah, generous, gUd tu serve aud eager t>> save were more htrmonitK than discords in this great diapason of suf- fering and joy, of vice and virtue; for him, self -iadiilgent to pleasure and weak to pain, unable to bear, of irritable fibre alltbruagh, were mainly discords, with hers and there a harmony in a gorgeous sunset or finely worded objurgation of tbebitih-priist of bis own restrii'ted sect, or in Kstullu Clanri- carde when he coald get her to himself and forget bis artilloial pessimism in the ii^ht of her dear eyes. Lady Lli/,tbeth had sympathy with humanity buoausu she did not lose touch of the real in the ideal. Bhe therefore loved mankind, and piiieti as much as she loved. Cliarlie Osborne refused sympathy because of hia abhor- rence for that which was mean aed low and ugly in man. Her love went to psople, hid to things; hers to facts, Iim to thoughts. B 'tween them lay the whole dilTcrenoe between the two great schools of humanism and realism humanity aud art. It nas not, then, out of thti uaaal order- ing of things, b'lt the reverse, tbst when her grave, calm eyes bad taken lb-; wholn circumst nci>;j of this unhappy omsd'hiiun, '10 painfully out of pUue, Ltdy Kli.^ah.th should go to where Mrs. Klewart was still talking to him in bur brisk bee like uiauner, and join in the conversation as one who had the right of previous know- le Ige. Hhe had that way. Uer manner was that of one who had already established n claim of sympathy, and counttd thu points of contact. Hhe never stood on the defensive, as even woU-bred people are wont to do with strangers, but assumed from the flrst that touch of nature which makes the whole world kin. "Ity.love! that sister «f mine is stark, Gtaring mad. Look at hor talking to that roliohinelle : " said Lord Kustaoe, uot bolow his breath, to Kstelle, to whom he was paying exaggerated court to take a rise out of Charlie Osborne, for mischief, uot malice. " Ou the contrary, 1 think she is very ivveet to be so kind to such an object. But Mien she always is so kind," returned I'^atelle, glad to be able lo contradict her ailbesive companion, whom she could not shake off, and wished anywhere but where he was. She knew Charlie's susceptible jsalousy and faculty for SL-lftornienting, and she had no wish to vex him for Lord Kiistaco's jilcasure. Bhe was far too gentle and 3<Toet-natured to wish to vex him for her iiwn - just to see tho power she had over him â€" as is the way v.ith certain of her sex. " Are yoM, too, one of the now sort? " ^nked Lord Kustaoe oontemptnoualy. •' I thank my good stars I am oat of it. All this playing at demoorany seems lo me not only the worst form but thu vilest rot afloat. It is rank atheism to pretend that wn have no distinction of classes, and that gentlemen and boore are own brothers. And only cads are atheists." " All the same, I think Lady Kliztboth is very sweet to go and talk to that dread- ful creature," said Kstelle, with her pretty doggednees. And thenâ€" her mother's baok being con- vnniontly turned at tho moment - she looked round to ('harlio Osborne, and sent him a talcgraphio message with her eyes whioh allayed some of the fever burning in his vfiinii. feeling. . . , , , It need hardly ho said what impretision the poor yonng man made when he c»me on the lawn, somewhat after time bocaino of the struggle at home ; his wonderful get-on cootrasting so sharply v/ith the lon.io ^annels of the rest, the tightly » >-'â- â- â- ' fieople a 'i me piomunuu ui ouui»i f,""" Meanwhile Lady Elizabeth took it in jgl{p(,_ hand to make poor Caleb's present torture ' • -^ ' • â€" a little less unendurable. Shu found ithard work. There was not a solecism that he did not commit, not a gauoherie that he left untouched. He called her Mlas to start with, and when Mrs. Btowart gave hor her buckled title formally, he made " Lady Elizjbsth " beltetho tiirned-up oleeves, the well-worn j lUnk every sentenoe.now before,now behind I with as maoh kindly consideration and ..... .. â-  i_.-l...j .i I J .». . â€" .i.„. ' court 38y ae if her brother's I'oliohinelle had beerj (he son of a king. yon know many people here, Mr. Stagg ?" poor Caleb blushed like a peony and looked like a tool. # " No, Mrs. Stewart, not to speak to," he answered. Then, when she presented him to Lady KliKabeth, he forgot his hat, and sh'^ok bands instead. When, pointing to the gar. den Beat near to where they were stand- ing. Lady Elizabeth said, " Shall we sit down," he planted himself at once on the edge in the shade, and let ber sit in the sun with the light in her eyes. When he saw bis mistake hs was too awkward to get up and rectify it, though he would have let her walk over his body and use his fine new clethes for a doormat had she had the mind. And when she, with that wonder- ful insight which belonged to her, divining the caase of bis apparent disooartesy, and knowing that the little sacrifice would be his pleasure, said quietly, " I am sure your eyes are stronger than mine, Mr. Btagg ; would you mind changing places with me?" ho very nearly tumbled bead-foremost into her lap in his oageraeas to obey her, and wiped the place where be had been sitting with bis handkerchief for her benefit. But by slow degrees he ceased to twirl his hat between his knees ; his heart left off beating in tbosu painful gaspa which are more like sobs than beats ; those invisible needles ceased to prick him, as they had been pricking Lim ever since he drove up to the gates; he got to feel that he knew this Lady Eliztbeth, this dauKhter of the earl, qaite well, though not intimately- as one would know one's guardian angel, say; something to revere, but not to be afraid of ; while over all his being stole a divine sense of calm, as with a lost wanderer when he sees the welcome light of a human home. .\fter probing and ploughing this barren tract and that arid acre. Lady Elizabeth at last fell on Caleb's own parlioalar subject - flowers and birds and natural history generally. It needed patience and good engineering to draw from the poor omad'bauu tho fact that he knew anything at all ; bat the " delight," as her father sometimes called her who had him in hand, was both patieut and a good conversational engineer ; aud though her shy and awk- ward naturalist never veutured on a pssi- tive assertion, bat said what he bad to say with a modest "I think" as the grating behind which his knowledge teok refage, even to "thinking" that field-mioe eat honey-bees, and that the eandew entraps flies she got a great dual out of him that was pleasant and new, and that made her uphill grind a little less arduous. .Mso it K^mowbat tigbteped the slack cords rvf his own self-esteem to find that i could interest her by what he said. How glad be was that she cared for nature and things? Ue was indem- nified now for all the ridicule aud coarse opposition his student's tastes bad had to face and beir at home. This divine creature, who reminded him of. some Oreek goddess, met bun on bis owu ground and asked him for information. It was an honor whioh seemed to crown his head with a fillet of gold when she said that she would like him to show her in bis microscope things she bad not yet seen, and teach hor more than she already knew. It wiH the noblu tou^'li of womanly depeniience which rouses in a man's euul all that he has of heroism aud devotion. Younger than himself, but how immeasurably su- perior, this beautiful girl-woman seemed to draw his whole being into hers, as the lake receives the rill, as the formless mist over the m'TauH is absorbed into the infinite heaven. Had he been a Uruek she would have represented to him the chaste splen- dor of that goddess who kissed the sleeping bjy on Mouut Latmos ; had he been a Ro- man, she would have been the renewal of Nunia's saored onansellor ; as a Roman Catholic, he would have seen in her the holy likeness of the blessed Virgin ; as a Hindoo, she would have been Lachshmi, the female energy of Vishnu. She was iu any case semi-divine; and he was glad now that bo had braved the torment of this ordeal, seeing what great gift of grace aud joy it had brought him. His face beamed lilie one who has met an angel by the way, and something deeper than its ordinary flat and level sentiments seemed to have come into it. Bat this delightful state of things could not last very loug. Lady Klizabsth was too valuable a member of the small society on the lawn to be allowed to give herself to one only â€"and such a one as Caleb Btagg more especially. Kstelle was the one who came to disturb an iuterview which was beginning to really interest Laly Elizabeth, and to set the butterfly stirring within the chrysalis with Caleb. She was bored by Lord Eustace, aud under tho strict patrol of her mother's watchful eye she could not get so muoh as a whispered word with Charlie -scarcely a fleeting look. Ho at last, in a fit of jealous rage and despair, had gone to the hammock that swung uutenauted between the two evurgreen oaks. Kstelle thought that if she were sheltered and shielded by Lady Kli/.tbeth she might perhaps snatoh a perilous five minutes of joy, soothe her lover's easily perturbed spirit aud drink another draught of that sweet poison with- out which young life is but a desert and young hearts as dry as potsherds. Accord- ingly, the graceful girl came strolhng up to where this strangely mated pair were sit- ing on tho garden seat backed by azaleas and rhododendrons, and in a pretty be- seeching way asked her friend to come with her for a little walkâ€" and that walk would bo tu the two evergreen oaks between whioh the hamtnook was swinging, with Charlie Osborne eating his heart. The winding of the paths and the friendly intervention of flowering shrubs i ould hide them from Mrs. Clanrioarde, aud all would ba well and without danger. As Lady Elizabeth had it also at hor heart as a duty to help poor Kstelle whon she could, and as she did not think that a new interest should overset an old one, she looked at Kstelle kindly, and said, " Yes, I will go with you, dear," as Estello knew she would. Then, turning to Caleb, she asked, " Shall I introduce you to any one before I go?" " Thank you. Lady Elizabeth. I don't tl^nk I care to know any one else, thank yon. Lady Klizitbeth," said Caleb, with a blush that made hia oars as red as lleshy flames. " But you will be 'dull, knowing no one," said the daughter of the Karl of Kingshouse, cricket »hoeB, and all the other loose point.? and sometimes fore and aft together. ! of th3time »ud ocsasion. Not thocUsr' When Mrs. Stewart said, " I doo't think " I think not. Lady Elizabeth," was his stammered reply. She could not say " Will you come with OS ?" That would not have been fair to Kstelle ; bat she wished she coald have carried him with ber, ai she would have rescued some bird from boys, some monkey from a brutal showman. " I'll just keep to myself, now that yoa are going. Lady Elizabeth," said Caleb, after a paase, between the ScyUa of not liking to make an independent observation, aud the Charybdis of not wishing this beautiful woman to trouble herself on his account. I am sorry to take Lady Elizabeth away," said Kstelle, very kindly. Had It been any one bat Charlie Osborne she would have kept the poor fel. low in his present safety and have thrown over all the rest. Oh, don't vex yourself, miss," Caleb answered, with another torrent of blushes. ' I couldn't expect that Udies tike Lady Elizabeth and yoars.ilf, miss, would stay with such as me," be added, with the deep humility of bis kind. I am BO sorry ; bat, oh, come, dear ! " whispered Estelle, the selfishness of love sweeping away ber philanthropy ; and Lady Elizabeth turned away with a smile to poor Caleb that left on his bewildered soul tho impreision of moonlight on the water, of soft moss, >it cool green forest glades, of a rare wild flower found on the edge ui a sheltered pool, of all that there is of soothing and entrancing in nature. And while the two friends strolled away to carry comfort and bring joy to poor irritated Charlie Osborne, Caleb slank into ihe shrubbery that sloped sharply down- ward to the river. If he could have left the vicarage at this moment he would, but be was bound. He had not arrived puactually, and that had been a grievous thing to him. The card of iuvitation had said "4 to 7," and he had not been there till half -past -1. He bad ordered the trap to return punctaally on the stroks of 7, and it never occurred to him that he coald leave before it came. He had, then, two long mortal hours to fill up, and bow was he to till them ? The best thing he knew was to ketp oat of sight of every one; so he slunk into the sbrubliery, and for the first time in these late en- thusiastio years of study he forgot to look for creatures. .Ml nature seemed transformed, and be knew nothing of what he saw, or, rather, he saw nothing as it was about him. He felt as if in some strange place fall of mild glory and an all-pervadiug but indetiaite light. Tears, of which he was not con- scious, »lowly gathered in his wide opened eyes and fell on his red silk tie. He was trembling with that kind of raptaroas tremor whioh overpowers as in the preaenoe of some eablioie beauty of nature. The poor omad baun I the poor Polichinelle 1 Who would have credited htm with those birth-pangs of a new soul- he, in his glossy hat and tailor's triumphs of coat and trousers, his fawn-colored gloves and tlnHbing horseshoe diamond pi-n I The satyr whicb enclosed the god. the temple, the gift of man to maid, of mother to child, was thearohitype of poor Caleb's soul, imprisoned in such a body and o-j«rlaid by saoh conditions as nature and terlune had made for him ! CHAPTER IV. Tim I10l.l> TU.VT OLITTCnS, The matrimonial market at Kiegabouse wao>roally too heart-breaking I So Mrs. Clanricarde theugbt, in the iucessont way of one who has a perennial grievance, though she hod enough self control not to think aloud. Here in Kstelle was the wincing number, and no prize to take ! It was as thoagl» a thorough- bred trained for tho Oaks had only costermongera' donkeys to contend against, aud a bunch of turnip tops when th« post was passed. It was indeed heart-breaking, with those family funds always decreasing, and gjod guineas going after bad like so many " mootons de I'anurge." Lord Kustaoe was as purely a detrimental as ('harlie Osborne himself, and from the same cause. He wanted money with hia wife to float him off the fmancial shal- lows where at present ho and all his house wore stranded. He could not ai3(ord ti> marry for uere love and beauty ; no man can nowadays who has not a good fortiuie firmly secured. Certainly no one in Kings- house could, unless he were [irepared to bring up a family sn stirabout, and to dress them iu blue house-flannel aud workhoase sheeting. Caleb Stagg was the only moneyod man available ; and even Mrs. Clanrioarde shrank from a creature who wore tailors' triumphs at an informal tennis party, and flaunted a flaring red tie with a dashing diamond >in. Still, he waa rich beyond those dreams of avarice we all have heard of ; aud ou the principle of the living dog and the dead lion, a golden calf is better than a laaden phienix, and those who want butter on their bread must not be very nice as to the shape of the knife wherewith it is spread. Besides, no plastic substance is utterly hopeless to reform, and if Caleb Stagg had a mind at all, and his proper complement of limbs and senses, surely an astuto mother-in-law could pull him into shape 'â-  Even all princes are not person- able men, and other poets than Vope have been oatside tho pale of manly beauty. Stirred, then, by all these reasons, inoro or leas deliberately rooogni/ad, Mrs. Clan- ricarde went to Mrs. Stewart, aud in her pretty French way, whioh boat all the Kng- lisk manner out of the held, aaked what had become of Mr. Stagg. Poor young man I it must bo very triste tor him, here among so many strangers I and should they find him and console him? " Ue is somewhere about," said Mrs. Stewart, looking vaguely round. Truth to say she had forgotten him. Like many kind-hearted, brisk aiul uuergetio women, she waa apt to bo sporadio in her interests and a little unordered in her ways. " Let us go and lind him," said Mrs. Clanrioarde, looking behind a rose-bush, as if he might be hiding in its shadow. But they sought in vain. Deep down in the shrabbery, off the path and on the border ol tho river, the poor omad'haun oat cradling hia new-born soul, and the things of time and space were to him as naught. Mrs. Stewart went the length of even a shrill little call, to whioh was no response, and the search was pcrforoe abandoned. Meanwhile Estelle and Charlie Osborne made the most of their chance, and Mrs. Clanricarde lost on all sides at once. The hours of pleaaare passed and that of departaro camo on. That automatio memory of time, which seems to belong to the body rather than the mind, made Caleb know that hs mast rouse himself from hia mental ecstasy and physical stupor and go through tba ordeal of saying good day to Mr. and Mrs. Stewart. As be cams ou to the lawn the whole party waa assembled together. No one had yet gone. It seemed to Caleb as if all England was there. His round eyes took in no on* precisely, no one personally. He only saw a very sea of bonnets and cricket caps, of colored frocks and white flannels, of women's facei and men s mustaches. Thea he caught sight of two large lustrous gray eyes, and all the rest vanished like a phan- tasmagoria. Only thofe nlorious eyes re- mained, as his bOHie, his loadstar, his anchorage, in this bewildering sea of un- familiar humanity. Nothing of all this was shown. The faoa of a man is not as a sheet of gUss throagh which can be read bis thoughts and feelings. All that the assembled compiny saw was a round, flat, red fau»d )oaiig man in an aboard get-up, staring at Lady KliA%beth Inchbold with all bis might, and standing stock-still, as if struck to stone. Lady Kliztbeth herself broke the spdl by saying, with marked kindness, to this mute star-gazer, whom she knew the rest were mutely ridiculing, " Have you sees that beautiful avenue of Ubumums, Mr. ^tagg? You were in tl>e shrubbery, I think? Did you see them?" Caleb blushed, as he naturally wooU when thus brought back to the thingi of the present. " No, Lady Elizatwtb," he said. Poor fellow ! As little as Jim Bladao did be know how to lie. Kven those white lies of society, which save appeacauoa and mask confession, were as far from his understanding as were the recegoi^sad shibboleths and authoiiz d formulas. " It was a pity to have missed them," said Mrs. Clanricarde, adopting Lady Eliza- beth's tone, and looking with artificial benignity on the omad'haun, thickly plated with gold as he was â€" so thickly as to be almost possible Caleb tarued his roand face and rounder eyes on the speaker with pitiable bewilder- ment. It was all like some distressful dream. Why should these people stand there looking at him ? Their eyes, malti- plied to hundreds, stuck like lances into hia beart. Ue felt as if he had anwitiingly committed same offence, and this was hia arraignment. It was a nightmare; but ha retained just so ntauh of eoneciousness as to let him understand that Mrs. Claurioards bad spoken ; aud aot knowing too cleaily what she had said, nor what he ooKht te reply, his native courtesy came to his aid, and he answered, " Thank you, Mrs. Clan- ricarde," astheociy thing that presented itself. Though he had no* been formally intrs- daoed to any one ha* Lady Kiizabetu Inch- bold, he knew (|aite well each individual of the assentkly, when be could detach his wits from their wool gathering aad foroa them into concrete observation. The San- day club of churoh is the great photograph of a neighborhood, where people learo to know one another without epeecQ or con- tact. " Let me take yoa," said Mrs. Clan- ricarde, still benign and humane. ''I'm loth to trouble yoo^ Mrs. Clan- ricarde," answered Caleb. " It would be a pleasure," said Estelle's mother, with ho; airy ITreoch po.iteneas; and Caleb, feeding as one in a mill-raoa- dragged into the deep wnters by a force ha could not resist, was led like a oalf by a wisp of straw to where tiielabnraumshao^ like golden fountains againet the sky. Aa she went, Mrs. CUuriuarde com- manded Kstelle to aouompany ber by the look her daughter knew an well. But Kstelle remained impassive, and Charlie Usboruogot the good of her oon- tumacy. 'I'hoagh at the time of thiir walk, which Mrs. Clanricarde did not hurry, the weight of conversation reeled ou her alone, she got answers of a kind from Caleb; hat they were emphatically of a kind, and at the end she was no nearer anything like ac(]aain- tance or sympathy than ehe had been at the beginning. Her action had in it no real kindliness. It \>as essentialty egotistic and well caloalated ; and the poor omad'hasn felt the difference he could not have defined. But he was grateful all the same. She went through her aelf-appointed task with gallant consistency, and got so far on tha way she wanted to go as to fix a day for Caleb to call at "Les Sanies" â€"which local orthography spelled, aud local intonation pronounced " Lissols." As he had at last entered society through the vicarage gate, there was no impropriety in opening ber owu. And she could try her hand at his reformation. If hs proved hopeleeu, aha had but to abandon bini ; if he were prao- ticable- Kstelle had before now taken a ailver-ooated pilk This of gold would aUo have to be taken. When they returned to the lawn the great bulk of tha company had gone. Lady Klizabeth was im> longer there, and Estelle and Charlie Osborne bad also disappeared. They had walked to the gate, where tha carriage would overtake themâ€" Kstelle, re- signed to brave the maternal tempest that she knew would fellow on ber act of dis- obedience and temerity, if only she ooald comfort and make happy her handsome lover meanwhUe. Then Caleb, shaking hands with Mr. and Mrs. Stewart and with Mrs. Clanrioarde. so heartily that the ladies nearly shrieked as their lingers were cut by their rings, said, in hia strange old world way, vivified from mnmmydam only by hia excessive embarrassment, " Aud thank you, Mrs. Stewart, for my entertainment "â€"and tha same lo Mrs. Clanrioarde, varying only tha name. But his heart was heavy, and the world seemed empty, and he felt that ha had been worse thau a boor and less polite than a coal heaver in that he had not been able to say the same to Lady Klizabeth, to whom he owed so muoh more than to any one ulso. (Tu bo Continued). a. " Old Orlmea." " Old Grimes," that familiar " littla felicity in verses," which caught the popu- lar fancy as far back as 18'23, was a sudden inspiration of tho late Judge Albert O. Oreene, of Providence, B. I., who fonndthe first verso in a collection of old English balUda, and, enjoying its humor, built up the remainder of the poem in the sama oonoeit. • King Solomon has been officially de- clared a bankrnpt in England. He was m Salvation Array king. I • 4 i I