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81 JouueasA Saralt I I ataad ui>oti tny lialoony, My tea f own huftly Hiuters ; I'ttrhJipt) It uii)(hi Ih) wibi toat&ud Iiiaido tho uak«<ti Khuturft. And ytii, though 1 c&ii hou hor face, I b««j- nu wuril aha uttorr. Her wbibd hand roaU upon the gato, ITortm'Ktih cb««k flunbet) brightly Ilia broath a cluud uf Utile bau^^a Is ewAyiuu vury hliKbCly ; Atid he ? wuU, liun tbu favorts'l ouu Kor whom hor Ras burus nightly. Amuiiioft lovu of early youth. bo fro!»h, Bo bright, bo vuriial ! Such faith iu al', Huch livo aud truth, To nib it BouinH bujionial. Fur 1 liavu live*! to itaru that uaiiyht On earth ia (juitu uturnal. My doara, some day you'll know with mo That luvu fUinuri JtiHt in tiaaheti; That tliiifl ban ^1 »wiii^HandalU«d foot, That buriiH alt things to aHhoH That faith aud truth uru lif^htti ttiat bliim- Ooly beDoath youlh'H latihoB. Vet etaudini; buro, just out uf 8i;jht, (Duenna and orfivucr) ; I watch you Billy tw itu-nii^hl An Kultl ihu envioUH luUcr. And find uiynolf (oh ! hreathu it UaUXi la toara that 1 am wi:tur ESTELLE'S I^FATL'AIIUN A NOVEL. And all this Caleb knew, as well aa bo knew that thu oh ryualid inuut develop ac- cording to its own lawn, and that folding it in rose leavua or cuuhioiim^ it on satiu will be of no avail if tbu hour uf ita liuttertly birth has not como. Vol ho dutlurud him- self to bo at timoa deceived by hupe and desire, and the mira){0 which looked as if it might bo real I Calebsfathur wanted him to take Lady Elizabeth for a wife, hut the youn|> man knew that any lady whatever of the Kinfja- hoose would be welcome; and Ustello iu her pearly f>rau« and booty more wolcoue than another. It" Tboa Bhalt have it all, lad," Milee usod to Bay, as his bit{(<uHt bribe. " If tbou'at shamed of thy own, tliuu uhalt have it all to thyself and my lady yonder, (irapeu and [laachos, furniture and land, naija and ooaohes, I'll not kw]) the valuu of a brass tarthiat; from thuu, more nor I aud thy mothtir'll want for our old ago. A clean shirt o' Kiindaya, lad, and a f;ood kUbs for a friend, that'd all 1 nnk out uf the many thousands aa wu have. Uuly let me aee thdo mated with the bojt in the land, and I'll die content." But when Caleb said, as he did unce, "Give me sumuthini; of ray own now, father; oat of so much you could well spare mo a few huudreda in my pocket," Aliles answered him back by such a turbid stream of abase and objor»;ation that hu never ven- tarod to repeat the experiment. " All, if thou'lt give me a tady for my daughter," he said. " All, dost hear, jack- ass'/ bat by the Iiord not so much aa 'II bay theo a crust of bread while thou bidea hero aa ray son in my hoase. I'll be my own ganf^er and < aptain of my own ship as long as I'm at I ' lu-ad. I'll give way to thee the day tln/ . hast thy wife, but not an hoar sooner. h.< now you know." Which declaration only inoroasod the poor omad'haun'a general perplexity when matohed with Mrs. Clauricarde'u hints -as brua<l aa oart'wbuvis, according to Oaleb'a unapoken simile and only hia own con- sciouaiioss of uiiworthiness to keep him steady to hia self impoaed negation. CUAITER X. TIIK llin«.II.MI 111' iUli lll.llll'ON. Things nnannial at Lej Haulua had gone from bad to worsu. Mr. Olauriuarde's last investments, matlo in faith, had fruotitiod in failure. One turn more of that Htook Kxohango screw, and thebailiffd would take poasesaiun; and then where wuiild Katellsa matrimonial market be? For lioauty, although suoh a splendid jewel in itself, wants a certain amount of material setting to give it stability ; a man with intrinsic advantages looks for some kind of equiva- lent besides that which, groat as it is, can be destroyed foruvi^r by an infected laundry or a rnnaway horse. The value of birth, for instanon, is a constant ijuantity, and the moltiiilioation of riuhea is |)otnntially infinite; but beanty iu aa a radiant mass, aubjeot to |ierpotual ulirinkagu â€" a lloating capital, slowly but surely diminishing. Hence it noe<ls Home kind of background â€" something beside itselfâ€" else would all the fair faced Cioidya of the milking; pail and handsome .luiinii'd of the spinning mill tind as many King Cophetuaa aa there were moneyed men in the district, and no nut- browu maid woiilil go without her lover who was an Hart'e son and not " a banished man." And a man in posseasion, with a father eciUMized flat under the Htoiik Kx- change screw, is not exactly the boat kind of buttress to bu imagined, even for such a monument of loveliueaa as was Katelle Olanricarde. All these thoaghta, in other forms of words, possessed IVlrs (!lanriuardo night and day. The peril of the moment, the fear of still further deulinn, the fact that no one else was at hand â€"all made her resolve to bring aWiit this hideouH marriage, whereof, how.-ver, the prcsunt pron:inont ohatacio was (Sahib's own iintMiiKiuorable Bhynesa. Khyiioss-not disinulination. Mrs. Clanricarde was too astute not to aee the diffureiioe. The latter would perhaps have daunted even her. The former was no more to be regarded than a nhild's fear of the dark, to which it was analogous. Of Kitelle herself tho mother had no grave doubts. Ki>r all her suapiuions of that nndergronnd rivulet of love etill tlowing between her and < harlin, hIio did not mis. trust the weight of her own inllueuoe when the time for using it should have come. It was Caleb, nut Kstolle, that had to be con- quered, the man to he uiiixjuraged not the woman to be coerced, which made the whole position more eniharraaalng, and the tactics to be pursued more diHiouit. lint lime aud need preaiuid, ami Boinothiiig must ho done. Aoonrdingly an invitation to dinner was sent to the heir of IWIhill. The long nuininer evening waa favorable to oonHdeutial talk, as well as redolent of love. Mrs. Clanricarde left lOstells in the drawing-room, and proposed a little stroll in the garden with Mr. Htagg. Like the pimpernel bcforu a shower, like hirda and beasts before a atorm, Ualeb, sensitive and doable sensed, knew that a orisia waa at hand. I'lVerything showed it. Mrs. ('lan- rioardo'a almost oppruaaivo hindneea; her hniband's evidently forced attempt to fol- low salt; i'jstelle'B unconcealed depression the fear, the acorn, the prayers, the loath- ing, that passed in changing waves of feel- ing over her face -whonoe all pity was banished in the paasion of her own pain ; yes, they stood on the brink of the groat Kubicon, and Caleb knew that t woold be passed to-night. And how should he bear himself? What should he do? The girl woald bo offered to him by her mother, and passionately denied by heraelf, and ho would have to choose between saving hor position and sacrificing her person, or re- specting her feelings and letting her fortanes be destroyed. He did not think of himself. Ilia sole perplexity waa, what was best for her. The handsome, brisk, and hard-pressed lady eliut her eyes to all that stood against her. Bhe woald not let herself be troubled. Her future son-in-law, when be forgot him- Holfâ€" and ho wan so preoconpied that he for- got himself very oftenâ€" ate with his knife, then helped himself to salt on the tip, picked hia teeth with his fingers, bit his bread without breaking it, drank with bis unwipod lipa and a full mouth, tossed off his custard like wine, and spooned his cherry tart liko so much porridge; then remember- ing his offence, ho blushed till his sandy hair looked washed with red, and became so confuaed and humiliated he did not un- derstand what waa said to him, nor could he have answered if ho had understood. "Trilles light as gossamer webs'." thought Mrs. Clanricarde. "Bat those solid thuaaands are facts." " I cannot toll you how glad I am that we have come to know you better," she said, when she bad him alone and safe in the garden, bending hor vivacioua black eyes with as much maternal tenderness as she could command on the miserable orea- tare at her aide. " You are very kiud, Mrs. Clanricarde," said Caleb, feeling that he must say some- thing. " We have the highest poasible esteem and alTection for you," she continued, atill maternal and tender. " I'm not worth it," stammered Caleb. She shook hia band with a line impul- eiveneaa. "Don't say that!" she cried, and her voice was both tiattering and deprecatory. " You are one of the best and dearest yoang men I have over known a man to trust with onii'a greatest treasures, and to be sure of in every relation of life. I do not know fault that you haveâ€" but one." Here Caleb opened bis round eyes and stared. "And that is your modesty," continued Mrs. (Clanricarde. " You are a great deal too modest, my dear Mr. Btaggâ€" but let me call you Caleb ; suoh a tine suggestive name it is! you do not hold yourself in as high esteem aa yoa ahoold. You are fit to marry princess." "Oh, Mrs. (ylanrioarda 1" put in poor Caleb, his modssty bleeding at every pore. " I can read you, you see," she continued, her smile as soft aa swan's-down, and bur voice aa sweet as honey oan make oven vinegar. "You donut think yourself worthy of a grand lady, do you?" " No," sai > Caleb, in a low voice, " I dnii't, Mrs. Clanricarde." 'Audi do," she replied, her vivacious black eyes levelled again full on his face. " I am not lit to be the husband of a real lady, Mrs. Clanricarde," returned Caleb, with a pause, speaking with desperate steadiness. " I am naaght but a miner's son, and I was naui{ht but a miner myself till I was a grown lad uf seventeen. And what's bred in the bone will out in the lleah, Mrs. Clanricarde, and not aK father's money can make gootlefolka of aa, or HI to go shares with the quality." Intentionally Caleb went back on the old habit of H(>eeoh, which was more purely firovincial than he had taught himself of ate to he. " You are better than a gentleman," said Mrs. Clanricarde, with dudi>erate steadiness on her own part. " You are a good man, my dear Mr. Caleb." " I'm a fool, that's what I am, Mrs. ('lanricarde," said (!aleb. " Wny do you B«y that ?" asked Kstelle's mother, doing bu.ila fur him against him- self. " I ought novor to have let myaelf be persuaded," said Caleb. " Me and mine are not lit for gentlefolks, and I should have known that, and stuck to the old shop and not oome out of it." "You dear, fooliuh, inodoat fellow!" oricd Mrs. ('lanricarde. " Why, we all love you. Voii are the delight of the place, for every me in it knowa what a good honest oreatur.' you are. Look at Lady Kli/.abeth. Any one would say she waa in lova with you, for the fuss she makes with you â€" the affection she haa for you," she added, uor reeling herself. " Lady Kli/.abeth is an angel and pities me," aaid (!aleb. " Hho knowa me better than any one, and she is aorry for my false position." "I'alsel Where ia the falaeneas? Young, rioh, clever, goodâ€" what does it signify that your father intdo Ida own fortune, and that you have not a long line of ancestry behind you? How many of our beat men are self-made ?" " Not quite BO near the ground as wo," said Caleb, still maintaining the self- humiliation, which was but another name tor dea|>eration. " They that humble themaelvea shall bs exalted," aaid Mra. I'danricarde; "and so shall yon be, my dear young friend." " Mrs. Clanricarde, ma'am, don't I" oried Caleb, feeling like a drowning man, with the waters closing over his head. "To show you how highly I esteem and, I may say, love you," Mrs. Clanricarde went on to eay ; " and to show you, too, how clearly 1 have read your secret heart, I am going to be your interpreter to your self. You love lOatelle, and are too bashful to say ao. la it not so? Have I not read your secret as 1 say ?" Caleb's faoe changed to a very piteousiioas of embarrasaitiunt. Mrs. Clanricarde laid hor hand on hia arm, and htr alight slim lingers pressed like slender ruda of iron into nia tlesh. " Is it not BoV" she ropeatod. " 1 admire your daughter, Mrs. (Han- rioarde," stammered Caleb, in a trange voice. " You love her," insisted Kstelle's mother. The poor fellow pnt up hia handa before his faou. " Yea ; Uod help me, 1 do I" he sobbed. Uia guard was beaten down. Ue was at hia adversary's mercy. "Then you shall marry her," aaid Mrs. Clanrloarde, in tones the cold determination ot which no affected tremor oould hide. " Ilow oan I, Mrs. Clanrioarde I" said Caleb, still behind the mask of his freckled hands. " Bhe doesn't value me. Bhs never ooald love me. Uow can I wed her against her will, as it would be?" " She will learn to love yoa," said Mr;. Clanrioarde. " You are too good a man not to be loved. Bhe respects you already. That is one step gained. The rest will follow." Caleb slowly shook hia head. He waa juat maater enough of himself to disbelieve this llatteiiog promise, sweet as it wasâ€" responsive to hia own desires aa it also was. " My dear young man, yoa do not know a woman," said Mrs. Clanricarde, a pitying smile borne like the breath of Uowera on her words. " We are such creatures of the heart I We are so easily gained by men ! Give aach a girl aa my Estelle, so sweet and gentle as she is, sach a husband as yourself, and in a very short time she will learn to prize and adore yoa. Yoar goodneaa, yoar patience, yoar cleverness and knowledge, will all faaoinate and win her. I know what I am saying." Btill Caleb held his bands before his face, and slowly shook bis sandy-colored head from side to side. Mrs. Clanricarde waa beginning to feel doubtful whether her Waterloo woald be won or not. I hen she said, fervently, "Believe me, my dear, I speak as a woman, avtc con- niiitance de came. Once married to yoa, Katelle will learn to love yoo, because yoa will treat her well and because yoa love her so fondly. Why, ray dear Mr. Caleb, what else makes women love bat bocaaaa the man loves them! They do not give their hearts uosoaghtâ€"anwooed. Your love for my daaghtor is the guarantee that sho will love you. ' At thia Caleb took down hia bauds and showed his tear-staine<l lace in yet more pitiable plight than before. But into its disorder had lUshed a ray ot hope and happiness and exaltation ao sapreme as almost to beautify its homely oatlines. It waa the soul of an angel looking throagh the eyea of an animal. " Do you really think ao, Mrs. Clan- ricarde?" he aaid, olaaping hia handa as in prayer. " If you thoaght I oould make her happy, and get oat so much aa a sparrow's meal of love from her, I would let her walk over my body it she'd a mind. I would lie down and die at her feet." " What a drivelling idiot I" thought Mrs. Clanricarde, contemptuously. Nothing in her nature answered to thia fervid enthusiasm. Had Caleb made a businegg like bargain with her, offering his money aa an ecjuivalent for Katelle's beauty, >-be would have disouased the termi on the basia of thoir needs as coolly as sht would have bargained for a carriage-horse or a wheelbarrow. " What a drivelling idiot t" she thcugfat. " Trust me, my dear, she said aloud. " I pledge you my word as a woman who knows her own sux, and her daughter best ot all, Kstelle will love you as much as yon :;an desire. It will be your own fault if ihe doaa not. And I think we are aore of ycur part." " God blesa yoa for these comforting words!" said Caleb, now carried away from bis former mooriuga as completely as askifl in a tidal wave. " If sho will have me she shall never havocauae to repent it, so help mo God in heaven I" " Thank you, my aon," said Mra. Clan- ricarde. With again an outburat ot line impulsivenesa she kissed the poor omad'- haun on hia cheek, and slightly ahnddered aa she did so. Then hastily rising from the seat where they had placed themselves â€"that seat under the shade ot the spread- ing cedar where Uatelle ao often aat and dreamed ot Charlie and their unlucky love - nhe aaid, with well-acted emotion, " Stay where you are, dear boy, and Kstelle shall oome to you." With this she swept away, and Caleb was left to his own retlections. Waa it all true? Would she indeed be now brought to love him aa her mother promised ? After long yeara ot patient waiting, of loving, aerving and faithful ap prenticeahip, would she somo day oome to him, and of her own free-will hold out her hand to him, give him her aweet lips to kiss as one who had the right, otTer him the t'-eaaureB of her love, and aay to him, "I 1. VI! yon?" Could it be true 7 llow loyally he woulil Bha[w hia life to earn thia great re- ward I Bhe should be his ijueen, not his wife; and to her alone should belong the crown of sovereignty and the sceptre of dominion. Bo he dreamed and thought, wrapt in hia love like that aleeping babe in hia robe of tire, while Mra. Clanrioarde in the drawing- room undertook the subjugation ot her daughter, and drew the cords of her mater- nal authority to the utmost they would bear. Her task waa harder than she had an- ticipated. KortiUed by her love tor the one, which gave increased poignancy of disgust for the other, Kstelle rebelled and refused, till her mother's patience â€" ot what waa in the beginning more diplomatic hardness than real wrathâ€" gave way, and violent words were spoken whioh terri&e<l the girl to hear, while theylaahed to increased fury by their very echo the mother who had said them. Dark threats ot public diagrace and eternal separation ; ot life-long baniahment from home and country, and consignment to those French relations who would know how to treat an undutital daughter as she deserved , pasaionate reminders ot the ourse lying on the head ot a discarded child, like a crown ot thorna ever preasing into the tlesh, like a shadow on the path blotting out all sunshine; a sudden return to the pathos ot appeal; the picture of father and mother tamed into the streets to starve, redaced to beggary which the sacrifice of her own imiK>aaiblo fancy oould avert â€" all that could most terrify a young girl's imagination and touch a daughter's heart, Mrs. Clanrioarde poured forth into Kstelle s ears like a boiling Hood of mingled blood and tearsâ€" a Uery cloud ot mingled wrath and sorrow. For some time it was all in vain. Kstelle held the image ot her love before her eyes, and clung to the pedestal whereon she stood. Then at last, like something that gives way with a sudden snap, she, as Caleb had done hefoto her, threw clown her arms, and yielded herself priaoner to the foroe she could no longer reaiat. "I will do aa you wiah, mother," she said, abruptly, standing stiff aud rigid as it made ot marble. " I will go oat to Mr. Btagg." " And Ood will blesa you I" said Mrs. Clanricarde, putting her anna round the slender form that felt aaifstrickouto atone. " Ood will bloas you as your mother does," she reiwated, trying to draw down the averted head so that she might kisa that clay -cold face. But Estelle tore herself away. Don't!" she said, harshly; "I cannot bear that, motherl and leave God's name oat ot â-  sacrilege and a sin." "Aa yoa will, my poor dear darling!' aaid her mother, with a aigh admirably execated, drooping her own bead with ten- der resignation. 8o long as she had the main thing secare ahe cared little for the accessories, and whether Estelle counted her selt-aaoritiae as virtae or as sin made no change in her mother's mind. Then Estelle, her face as palo aa the face ot a corpse, and the feeling of living death in her soul, went slowly over the lawn to the seat under that now desecrated cedar where Caleb Btagg sat dreaming of the time when he should call her hia wife and mako her his qaeen. CHAPTER XI. ON THE OTHBB SIDE. " My mother tells me yoo want to speak to me, Mr. Stagg,' said Kstelle, as she came up to where Caleb sat. Like a sleeper suddenly awakened from a dream ot treasure to the koowledge of loaa, her dead white face and stiffened ti^jure, the coldness of her voice, and the way in which she stood â€" her head turned away and her ey«s looking into spaceâ€" all brought Caleb back from hope tc fact, from dream to reality, and made him conscious of his trae position. He saw it allâ€" aa he had seen it before ho had suffered himself to bs flattered into folly by Mrs. Clan- ricarde's false words. As she stood there, so sad and cold and lovely and reloctant â€" her natofal shyneas hardened to diadain, and dread ot what was to come turning her ordinary fear to wound into the very oraelty of self-defence â€"a new spirit suddenly aeemed to posaesa Caleb. Hia painfnl nervooanesa passed, hia bashful awkwardness disappeared. In his very love for her â€" bis profound pity and perplexity â€" he forgot himself, and the con- soiousness of his personal short-comioga ceased to trouble him. " Nay, never look like that, Mias Clan- ricarde. You maat decide the matter tor youraelt," he said, gently. " I doubt you know what it all means." Kstelle was ailent. " Mrs. Clanrioarde haa told me that yon are willing to marry me," he continued, hia eyea Uxed with grave tenderneaa on the girl'a pallid face. Kstelle shivered through all her body, and her red, fall lipa drew themselves into a dose line, like one who prevents a cry of pain. { I anderstand it all," then said Bat be waa anxioaa to spare her both pain and embarrassment. " And that brings aa round to oar starting-point. Miss Clan- ricarde," be went on to say, after a moment's pause. " What is to be done for yoa, if you will not take meformy money'l sake ? You are just where you were." " They mast go into a smaller house, and I muji go out as a governess or something till Charlie can afford to marry," said Kstelle, bravely. " There are woroo things in the world than either work or poverty," she added. " Ay, that are there," said Caleb, a little dreamily. " An unloved man ia worse." "Yes, a great deal," she replied, qaite simply â€" to repent of her candor when she saw tbose poor roond tishy eyea grow red with sodden tears. " It I could help you in joar strait I would, Miss Clanricarde," then aaid Caleb, tarning away from the thoughts ot his own sorrow to loao himself in her diffioulties. " Bat I hav3 no means of my own. Father, he's a tight-bander, and does not make me so much as an allo-vance. Ue gives me all I want, and pays all I bay without a word, that I will say for him ; but he never lets me have more than a coaple ot pounda in my pocket, and won't, he saya, till I bring home a wife. And then all will be mine, and he'll keep back only wbat'll do for him and mother. Bo that, you aee, Uiaa Clan- ricarde, I can do nothing out of myaeU. I'm like the Irish boggle ,"he added, simply, and yet with a little dash of bitterness in hia voice, " that leprechaun who went with the estate." (Tat>e Ckintlnaed;. atill watching her. ' Your affairs are m but a poor way, from all I hear, and not likely to get better. Father, he has more money than he can count or knowa what to do with, and, aa his only child, I shall have it all when he and mother go. I ehoald have most of it now if I were to marry, and Mrs. Clanricarde thinks it would be a good thing for the family to get you well settled for gear. And I'm the only big purse balder hereaway. 8o she wants rae for yoa, and yoa are not willing. That's just the long and short of it all." lie spoke in a (jaiet, firm, level tone, very oulike his nsaal interrupted manner, which l«ft on his hearer the impressionot physical writhing. " Uow oan I be willing when I do not love you ?' said Katelle, hastily. "What girl wants to marry a man she does not lova?" "And yoa do not love me, Misa Clan- rioarde â€" and never oould?" asked Caleb. " It ia idle to aak it yoa love me now," he added, with the profouudeat aadness in hia voice. " God help me I how could you? But do you think that after years and years o( kindnesa from meâ€" of worship and devotion, and treating you as a queen, and never asking yoa tor naaght, you would not give ot your own free-willâ€" do you think that years after now you oould come to have some kind of patience with me â€" some little kindness tor me?" Kven Kstelle was touched by the humility and unseltlahness ot her ungainly lover. Great as was lier perilâ€" and Charlie'sâ€" she could not be so inhuman as not to reoognixe the intrinsic goodness of her assigned ex- ecutioner, who handled the knife ao delicately, and wai so guntle and tender. " I should reapeot you, Mr. Btagg, and I respect yon know," she answered, in a low voice, " but I coald never love you â€" never! never! never I" ahe repeated, with sudden passion. " Uow conld 1 ?" ahe added, her eyebrows arched, and her under lip, whioh " a bee had newly stung," jost a line thruat forward. " Nay, indeed, hnw oould you. Miss Clan- ricarde?" sighed Caleb. "I'm not ot the kind for a dainty lady like voa to love. I know it only too well. Miss Clanricarde ; and small blame to you, I say." " It is not that," aaid soft-hearted Estelle, shamed to coiupaasion ot a kind by thia oomplute aelf aurrender. "Many girls would love you, Mr. Stagg. ao kiud and good as yos are ; many would, I am sure ot that." " Bat not you. Miss Clanrioarde?" " Uow can I ?" she replied, with the des- (lerate calmness ot a gambler throwing his last chance. " 1 love Mr. Osborne, and only him, and I oould never caro for any other man in the world. How could I say that I should ever love you ?â€" or any one, indeed ?" she added. " Ay t ia it so?" said Caleb, with a little start. " I had heard there waa a something b«Mween you and Mr. Oaborne, but I didn't know it had gone that length." " We have been engaged since we were boy and girl," aaid Estelle, "and I will never desert him. I will wait tor him all my life. If I cannot marry him I will never marry any one else, and it 1 were dragged into the church I would say ' No' before the altar." "And yonr mother, Mrs. Clanrioarde, knows thia?" he asked. " Yes," said Kstelle. " Then how oould she offer me to marry you, and say that you would consent?" asked Caleb again, with the honest clown's amaze at refined double-dealing. "She spoke as she wiahed," said Mrs. Clanrioarde's daaghter, with the finest edge of acorn in her flexible voice. "My father has lost a quantity ot money lately -kII our fortune, indeed. Chailie ii pour, and yon are rioh, and that ia the whole atory. You know that yonraelt. The thing ia plain and simple enough." "Yea, that is just as I put it," said Caleb, as quietly aa it he were siieaking ot A Tuoat to the ^uroD. The following is a verbatim report ot a speech in giving a toaat of "Tne Queen" at a recent agricultural show dinner in Scotland. The Chairman said : " Noo, gentlemen, will ye a' till yoar glasses, tor I'm aboot to bring forward • The Queen.' (Applause ) Oor Queen, gentlemen, is really a wouderf u' woman, if I may say it ; she's ane o' the gaid aaid sort, nae whigmaleeiies or laiderals aboot her, but a douce daecont body. She's re- spectable beyond a doot. She haa brockt up her grand family o' weelfaur'd lads and laasiesâ€" her auldest aon being a credit to ony mitherâ€" and the're a' weel married. Ae daughter is nae leaa than married to the Duke o' Argyll's sou and heir. (Cheers.) Gentlemen, ye'U maybe no believe it, bat t ance saw the Queen. (Senaation.) I did It waa when I took my anld brown coc .ic Perth ahow. I remember her weel sacj color, saoh hair ! (Interrnption and .-riu* Caleb, of " Is it the ooo or the Qaeen ye art ,.ro- poaing?") The Queen, gentlemen. I oc^ your pardon, but 1 was taUing aboo. the coo. Uowever, as tae the Queen, somebedy pointed her oot tae me at Perth atation, and there she was, amart and tidy liko, and says I tae myself: Gin my auld woman at bame slips awa' ye needna remain a widow anither hour langer.' (Cheers.) Noo, gentlemen, the whosky'a guid, the uicht ia lang, the weather ia wet and the roads is satt and will harm naebody that comes to grief. Bo aff wi ye'a; drink toe the bottom. 'The Qaeen t'" (Cheers) â€" Shfjjitld (t:ng.) Telegraph. A MoBKey With a Peculiar Tale. A marder waa recently committed near Lackuow. It waa detected, it is said, by a monkey. It appears that a juggler, with hia wife, a goat and two monkeys, were attacked by two Moplahs, who nUled all except the male monkey, which escaped, and buried the bodiea in the jungle. 'Tha male monkey took its station upon a big tree, watched everything, and when a con- stable pasaed by the animal made after him, laid hold ot the man's leg and dragged him to th* place where the bodiea were buried. The bodiea were exhumed, after wbich the monkey ahowed the way to a hut which the morderera had entered. Not tindin^ them the animal took the con- stable in another direction, and suddenly ran at full speed and sei/.ad a Moplab, who was going to bathe near a tank, by the neok, and waited till the constable arrived. This led to the detection ot the murderers. â€" London Court Journal. Huaband va. Baby. Wife (evening)â€"" My dear, don't think of going out tonight. Kemember what a oold yoit have and how deadly the night air ia. Stay here cloae to the fire, aud I will send the girl for that medicine for yoa. You muat not go youraelt. There, that's right. Mow just toaat yourself and drink this hot ginger tea. As soon as the water is ready I'll bring it iu so you can soak your feet. Then wrap yourself in my fur circular while going to your room. The least draught may be your death." Same VVite (time midnight, to husband in a copious perspiration)â€"" Husband I Huaband 1 Jump ap quick and run for the doctor. Baby has coughed twioe." were siieaking ot the most indifferent matter poasible, and not of i beyond the time which a thing whioh went with hia very life aud taken to reaoh him if touched the innermost receaiea ot hia being. Uatrtmony iu Vhloago. A good many Chicago people are getting married nowadaya. Among the happy oonples who procured licenaea last Wednes- day may be mentioned iUichael Wawzyniak and Auna Cichanaka, Ignatiua Clybowaki and Annie Wysohenowaka, and Jane Stri!y'/.ynaka and Antouia Oksinska. All these names are regular tooth-pullers, bat marriage will wipe out half of them. Marriage ia not a failure. â€" CMcago Neies. â-  ^ A Flaoslble Tiiaory. Mrs. De Sweetâ€"" 1 can't understand why so many cultured men are willing to leave all the happine-s of home, all the blessings of civilization, and spend a life- time in explorations iu such countries oa Africa." Colonel Warmheart (gallantly) â€"" All men, madam, are not blessed with suoh wives aa Mr. De Sweet." "My wife is a perfect pattern of order and tidiness I" a gentleman unoe remarked to a group ot his friends. " If 1 were to get up at midnight 1 should find iu the durk every artioTo of my linen." After thia effort he felt for hia pocket handker- chief and drew forth instead â€" a baby's shirt. Consignments ot green corn were re- ceived in San Franoisoo last woek. A letter from Manchester, Kngland hearing the simple address : " P. T. Baruum America, ' was recently delivered to the veteran showman at his home in Bridge port. Conn., without an hour's delay it would have fully directed. Anothor example ol the value of advertising