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i I have But my hotiso n order For a Htatoly sUip tti Krtt<;u; 1 tukvtt biddtiii thu iiiirroru keoji rocord Of a iievtr forguttuii facu; I havt5 brlf^htttued witU lUrifty cutiuinii Tbu wallu of iiiv Hylvuc- hunia; Tbuy art* buaiiLiful in tlioiihadow Of biiii who vuuchsafvn locuino. I have Rwopt tho leavun frnm tlio fpreensw&rd. And thu Kray HtoucH t tiklr and sliiuu ; 1 Uavu luosunod uach f rutfiil Uutjlu Of Uiu twU ted cedar and viuu; I have ordvrud thu waters wnsto not Tbbir HpluudorH up'»n my ev*!, liut to wait, ]lku my h*-art, fur thy f ootiiiei'ti, Aud a }{U8b wbiu ihuu drawusl ui^li. MyB«lf I wouUi 'In-Bs for thy proseuco ; Hut thftre I imibt Ktaii.l Hndwi<'p, Kiticu tilt* yfiirtt thai t^aub Luvti's valuo His vani-hiijn tr<ja»urert ewuiip. but worrlH that nru spL-llt* or ma{{ic, And iiirrciful \n->ki aijil ways, Hball bri^'bttMi ttit5 wasted fL-aturcs That faded whtiii lumv did pruiae. Tboii j*rari()UH and Inrdly crua'.iiri-. Do tho irt't's, wlit»(i ih'Hi pasBcflt by. Let di»wn thi'ir fair arnn tu eiiibraco thoe, And tim lldWiTs reach up tu ihiiio eye V Do .buy WHU, (ill Kthrttt. wlicii tliuu I'U-sscet. For H touch of thy lir'.- divine; Do thuy fnld their iiu-.-k iiaiiia wbcu Ihoi ri«tet«tHt, And die Ijt a breath uf tbiooV My h«nrt has lo^pt fortli to etnbraco tUoo ; It cliiii,'-. like a I'ahe. i > thy hro4«t ; And my bio «! m a btorni etirrod ocean M'bat wait.s fur the world of real. Tiui4i Idhuh hid paltry iiiuasuro Nu» that l-'jve's tt.riit! drawHiu^ar. And (bo lii.'f;-rjuc Didiieitts that part UH Aro eudlusi iu hopu aud fear. Oh! what if, beyond thy siinsliiuo, Sniuf ^;athenrl^; sturtn bbould hruod? Ihy rapture. for^ukinK. ehall leave mu Alone wiiii (iad'4 orphauhood. Tshe heart tbuii liaiiL blest bo inly hball wait no itiKlui'lous bruath; Couiu billiur. thun. ye who walk twiuly ; bo enter bero, Lovo aud D< atb I Julia H'liril Ili^ue. mum INFAliTION: A NOVEL. Tijiira cauie into Caleb's eyes, bat ho did not upeak. Ilia heart in its own eelfiahDosB undifHlocil this waywardn(B8, this inurutituilu o{ tho sick brain ftml aoro suul. Kiili, It juBt for thi) tnometit atun^ bim to hear thiii woman, for whom liu wculd havL' die.l an pitiently aa he now eirved bur, lon(i f jr tho advent of Buotlier fcii'ud who, aha H«i<i, wouhl be the Paraclete, tbu Comforter, he had tried to ba and was not. Kdtelle <Hd not s;o hia face Kehelisd, perhaps she would not have rc&d it ari>;ht. " liut uho idn't herself, bly ijueenly lasa, she iant herself," H»id Caluti, in a low whiapur, as he bbainblod to thu ^atu of the oinKtiry for 111" carriajje left ht »ndin({ there. " And 1 i-hoald bo wronj; tu take notice of a chance word like this, which niuaas naat;bt bnl itself. And it a hut natural, after all, lliat Hho wants one of her own Bex and kind. For whit am 1 but a hodmadofi, ({ood only toftt:;hand carry I " 'ound red eyes still fall ot I tho rofhir to drive nji tj I went bauk for Kutelle. come â€" to oomo at once, Aud witb hi toars, ho nioticx the h'ste, and Ih' •• I'ell her t J said iCatello. It waa th« burden of her speech all tho way liomc. '•I Hhall bo Bo ulad to sto her ! Kho will manaf>e it for me. Hhe would have maile hftn a far hotter wifo than I ilid l'orhs]>a eho will marry him when hu haa inaiie lilmxelf free aH widl aa nic. Only lot her come ! Oh, 1 witih aha was here now ! " " .\ iltlu ptktinui', a fow niuhta' alcop, Mra Charles, and alio'll bo over the door- Btep " Slid (!al<'b, cnoonr«»{'"Kly- " l>oi»'t put >ourself about. Sho'U oomo by tho tirr>t trnin hIk^ can ^tt." " .Vnd Charlie will be i{lad," aaid I'stcllc. Au uho Haid thia ^diu Hbivercd and pat her liaiuiH before \\vr oyea. Tim little child uhe had left tu tta (ate nnd had aliiKJHt turnotton aaddenly acenied to riio ill tile nir before Iht, aa it had risen more thiiii onoa before. " Hut the will ttke it," she tiMii til heraelf ; " and it never know me, and never will ro^ret me." Then, with a cry that waa like aomothiii^ struck and wounded, she tluii^ np her arms, and said : " All ! All ! 1 have lost all ! Home, name, my child and my ludovpd, ami thu world aayN my virtue. Hut 1 had lilni, and ho loved me. What do 1 care for tho roat â€" oven for the ihild in couip»ri«on to him I " Iliit aho broke inti f^ara, and nobbed with a paaaioii (^aleh had never auen before. Witli an iiiipiilae he did nut oare to com iiand, he leant forward and look her haniJri. " Mm. Charles, I cannot have this," ho said, a little more lirnily than ho was wont to apeak tu her, but with inliiiitii tenilernnaa and re.4|i« t toe. " It'a jnat foolinhncaa, tliia luiikin^ back. You'll do yourself a miucliief by oarryint; uii like this. Wliat'u done IH done, and tin rii is no ^ood iii^riuv- iiiK over epilt milk. Your true friundM Btiok by you, whatever the world says ; and yon have never Vf t been alit^;hted by them •â-  knew. Let tho roat paaa. \Vh>t aro thoy to you? " " How ({ood yon are!" mid Katelle, after a pauae. " What ahould I do without yuu, Mr. Htiti;,(?" " Mill poorly, I doubt," said (lalub, almply, feelinK amply rewarded (or all Ida lieart breaks, all hid Hnoriflcea and outlay, by tliia one brii f acknowlodKmunI ot liia airviocii. liy that evcnin(>'H poat the letter to l.ady i:ii/.«l>elh waM written, and ('aleb look it to tlie uOiue himaelf to make euro o( il.s eafcty. 'I'tuly waa Katello a fated woman -fated to work evil to men by hor lovo and theira aa Helen of Troy, or that Hurpunt nt old Nile whose kissea lighted Itamu and lire. and alew like sharp uil^ed aworda fated tu work evil to lierHi If, and til litiild her own funeral pyre uut of tho liearta ahu had broken. CIIAVTKll Vll. f{lad to no to Anthony Harford's. And more than oae motbar with a bevy of nioe good ijirld atill tacked to her maternal akiriH ai^hod witb profound pity aa ahe spoke of poor dear Mr liarfora'a dcHolate, and worae than desolate, state. If he did bat know the truth, it would be bo uiuch bettor for him I If Mra. Harford had been killed, or had committed suicido in a fit of mania â€" blie was alwaya a little odd aud ab.3tractcd, waa she not '/ â€" why then, you see, he would be free to marry aijain. And really that poor little boy of his would be so much better off with a lady for hia step-mother iustead of a mero uneducated hireling aa a narse. And if Hhe had ((one o£F with any one elH3â€" but who could it be? No one here, for certain ; perbapa some one ahe had mat abroad â€" thoa he could get a divorce, and thus also he would be free. In any cshj it would be so much better if he knew ; aud he was (greatly to bo pitied for hia iniserablo state of uncertaintyâ€" neither married nor aiugle â€" not free, yet not bound. As letters are alwaya like the unknown treasurtH of I'andora o box in the country, the Kraythe Kmitha stopped their c&rriago and took their ba^ from the postman, Mr. Hmythe Smith distributing the contontB. To his wife were many of the most profouud uuimpoitsnce, though amon;{ ibetu was one which interested bar tjreatly â€" one from her aon, announcing his engagement with Lady Venetia Lickland. To Lady Elizabeth came two only â€" one from her mother, the other, in an unknown baud, redirected from abroad. Love contjuerini; cariosity, she opened her mother's lirst, and read there the farther news of Katelle's sad life, the death of Charlie, and Caleb Bi»t,'^'8 departure. Tho otber was from Caleb liimself, telling her of Kstelib'd perilous condition, and aakiug htr to come oat to the Hiviera at once. Here, then, was a fresh turn of the rope, and a now coil for all concerned. It was well for Lsdy Elizabeth that the Smythe Hmitha wtre bo much preoccupied with their own aifairs they bad no time to study her face. It would have betrayed too much if they had. .Not that uhe had any longer the perplexity of choice which had disturbed her conscience in tho lirst instance. Now that Charlie was dead, and Estelle in need and sorrow, Authcny must know the truth. Ho ciuld not kill the one, aa hu would have dune had he come up with him , surely he would not harm a hair of the head of the other. In any ca?e, he mubl bo tjld, ami she. Lady Eli/tbetli, bis friend throughout, mubl t.dlhim. It waa oje iif the moat |iaiiiful moments of her life, but it had U he gone through. A« it t'banoed, the I pptrfold party were tho lir^jt t:: arrive at Thrift. 'J'Ih y wire sill iiig about the roomâ€" Mr. and Mra. Smythe Smith full of happy babble undcriuned, Lady Eli/abeth silent bat epeculatiiiK on what Knklle had cared for niuht in this stiff and desolate looking chamber when .\iithoiiv came in. Even more \i-ibly than with l.»dy Kli/.abilh ho bore the iiiipreaa of eoniethtng amiss on hiu (a'.-e. His dark eyts were aflame with I): It litiroe yet aombre lifjht of a man's couocaled passion. lie looked at Lidy i;ii/.abeth with a wibtfulnosa as if he wished tu speak to her, and found in her faiie cuuaulatiou -of a kind. .No private i%lk was, however, possible to people who knew their proper bearings. and tho two whoso aouls wore ao heavily laden had tu bear their respective furlela for tho present unshared. After tho luncheon waa over am} tho KiicMts had riben, a uuiubor of them apreiid themaelvea uvur tho garden and in amoni^ the hiiii.-ijs. Aiithuiiy an I l.ady Kli/abulli were left t j^jilliir. He had oaid i j her in a low vcii'e, 'â-  I wai.t ij speak to you." as she paeaed hiiii al tbe table, and s>iu had therefore held herh. 1? apart. I'or she, too, wanted lo speak to him - to tell him what she knew, 'i'liua the thing waa soon arranged, aud what | eopla might uhooso Id say of this private iiieiiioi; did iiisturb neilhtr of them. He laid hia broad hand on bir arm and ii%y fir any one to hear who ooiiM or cariil ; Come with ine u to my stud). Lady Eli/.alii'th. I ha\e aomuthiiii; to hIiiiw you and any tj you " " Yob," bh« anawered. " So have 1 Boniethiiig to tiiy and nhow you." " About the same thing .' " he asked. " 1 imagine so, ' hIui answered. Siroiig, Blhlelie, brave aa he was, Anthony iiuiveroil like a hyaterical womnu. His furuhead and upper lip were Wit with tliiwij dropu wliioh biapeak a iiiau'ri agony. â-  My Odd ! i( jou did but know wliat I have heard 1 " hoaaid, fiorocly. "What ever it la. yon will bear it with patience and nubu'iii hi, " returned Laily Eli/.tbeth, ill her aofi steadfaat way, olauuing iiiagnaiiimity because beli'viuu in it. )lo i;ra»[)od her arm rh if his lliutorn hau been a viae, niid.witli the action of ii jailer, opi'iied the hliiily d.ior, and, aa It were, thriiit her in. " U tliia is true, 1 have but oue ooiirao before me." he satil. aa lie abut the door with a clang, and louohid tho revolver in his pockul. OHAl'IKU Vlll. •nni iit.iiwiNii re or Tin: htoum. A lunoheiin party waa on hand at Thrift. Uoally made up in Lady Kli^abeth'a honor, though apparently for the Hmythe Hmliha, it waa (1110 <i( the few mitertainmenta which Anthony Harford had K>ven since Eitolle had eeaaed to exlat for him -how many nioiitha aijo now ! nioiitliN that had lengthened into years, if sensation may be the ineaaiire nf time. Tlioio of tho neighborhood who were in vited wore glad of tliia break In tho monO' nil; sriiiwi.i.i:. " Ujad tliie," said .\ntlioiiy, Ihrii^itiiig a letter into l.ady i;ii/.»t)oth's hand. 'â-  t^an it be trii>5 .' My Uod ! it iieema impoaaihlti of /i.T that woman of all ! So imro and Bwirl as she was I " He turiiod away to the window. The passion of wrath and grief that held him waa nlnicHt more tliiiii hecoulil bear. He felt as if he miiHt die under it ; and ho did not winli l.ady lUi/.aheth to see hia agony. The letter, which bore the Kingah.uide |K)stinarli, wan iiiioii)moua and written in a foinned hand, lliough Lady Eli/.abeth taiic.itd she could detect certain well. known Boratuhy eharaelors through tho diaguiae. Whoever wrote it was thoroughly up in the lator bieUiry ul the unfortunate lui;itives, for the letter (;ave thu whole' atory (dearly and Huccinetly •' up lo date." aa people say, without a n\i»l«ke any where, uavu ill color. It (old of the diaoovery by Rlra. Medliootl o( ICatelle and Cliarlio Oaboriie on the Itiviera ; of their pa. >,iug aa man aud wife under the iiamu of Mr. and Mra. t;harlea ; of tho youiin hride'a virtuous indigiiatioii at this cheat which aoraolunv seemed to lessen IholegalBauetion of her own tistate, and tho brave way in whioh she Hti'ipped tliia falsa mask (nun those shamelcsa (aces ; of the man a death ; of Caleb Htagg'' subsei|uent protection ot tho abandnued (eiiiala left to poverty and Btianie. Thia laat soeno in the sa I (trMiia waa laid out on the same lines aa the llrnt , niid the faithful oniaiK.haiin's iiuBolllah tuny of tli> ir country life, and oapeolaUy } oare, witb KMtolla'i half iiuuooscious acceptance, was treated as an act of oyni oal protligaoy on hia part and of nameless infamy on hers. Tbta waa tbe falae note which gave, its worst aepoot to tbe whola atlair, and made tbe first crooked step so anpardouable. One lover was unspeakable abomination for a married woman ; bat immediately after the death of that one, to pssa into tbe hands of another, to be oared for, supported, " protected " by him â€" what shame of ki range disgrace ever equalled this.' And this was the life and deed of Estelle, she, aa Anthony bad aaiil, of all women the most eweet and pure ! " Can it be true '.' " asktd Anthony, coming back to the table by which Lady Elizabeth was standing, still holding tho letter in her hand. " It in trae, and falae," she aaid, in a low voice, but quite distinctly. " Yei .' " said Anthony, as a spur, when she paused. "Estelle did live with Mr. Osborne, as the letter says," she oontinaed ; " but Caleb Slagg is simply her friendâ€" the atopgap between her aud btsrvatiou. Ho is not her lover." " Not her lover ' anly a platjnic friend, full of zealous philanthropy and Cbrisiiau charity ? " sneered Anthony. " Yes, ' said Lady Elizabeth. 'â-  Yoa apeak confidently, my dear lady, " be retnrned, with a bitter laui^h : *' more confidently than I shoaId|dare to do. Yoa aro a bold moralist to set tbe limits of a woman's degradation when she haa once bsKun. I never found those liuiita yet, and I have seen iiomethiDgof life." " 1 know Eatelle, and I love her," she said, as gently and as firmly as she bad spoken before. " And I neither know nor love her .' " he replied, witb the siine snter. " If you believe her capable of this infumy. neither," sho said in answer. ' Then you think a man's love is measured by hia la.rhetc ' " he said, fiercely, after a pause, coming back to the table and cunfrontiiijj her, much as if she had been the cause ami origin of all. ' .No, indeed not ! indeed not ! ' she answered ; " bat by his magnanimity â€" bit ability to ondersland all the circum- stances, and t3 forgive those which offaod himselfâ€" yes ; that I do think is the measure of a noble man's trae love" "Desertion of haiband, home and child â€" silenco for months, leaving the deserted to all the agonies of ausperse and ignoranceâ€" aelfiabnesa added to proUigacyâ€" and now the second fatal plnnge into a etill lower depthof dishonor all this to b] accepted by a husband as a venial ofifenceâ€" a slight departure from tbe strict lines of duty â€" to be condoned and forgiven without much ditlicalty ? And then Lady Elizabeth Inchbold would aav a man hid loved bis wile as ho should ; and that eelf- respect in repudiation woald have been harah and brutal : " " I <\'i not say this, Mr. Harford. Y'oD are scarcely jaat to me," she answered. " Not just to allow that yoa make gailt in* restiuL', if less than admirable ? Do you want mo to confess that it is alao admirable, and that our prosaic old notions about fidelity and honor aud all the rest of it are mero Inmbjr .' " said Anthony. " 1 must bo under your tutelage some time longer. Lady Elizabeth, before 1 can pass in your acbool." " If yoa will diacass thia matter with me without anger against meâ€" or herâ€" we may come to a bettor underatanding," answered Lady Elizabeth, with ber wellknown patience and self-sappreision. " If you will nutâ€" or oannotâ€" there is no use of my atayint! here." " Kleine Sorgen raachen zartlicb, grcs3e maohen hart and wild," say the Uermana. .\nd the saying waa trae now with Anthony. Hia whole nature aeemod to have become both soared and warped, and for the moment no good im- pulse waa possibleâ€" no good iofiaanoe oould touch bim. Had an angel from heaven been atauding there in Lady Eliza- beth's place, be would have been no more 800the<l, no mora amenable to reason, than now. Douulleaa it was an unrighteous ... iiii's>, but it waa aadly human. " 1 mil quite calm and willing to disjusa any aubjiut on any baaia yoa may deaire," aaid Antbony, by way of reply, liia calm- ness, by. the way, waa shown in his fiery eyea and the sneer on his uplifted lip. " What anger can 1 have against yoa .' If your ideas of a man's houor ili£fer from mine, that ia uiy misfortune. 1 object to my wife's passing from me to another man, and from that man to yet another. It does not seem to mo quite tho right thing for a woman to do. You uphold it in your friend, and blame mo that 1 resent it. We are not agreed, that is all. Bat why anger .' Kor a moment Lady Elizabeth tlnshed aud (|nivered with pride as much as indignation. To the humblest-minded, the most democratic lady, come tlioae momenta of pride when a man's touch is rough and a man's word ia rude. Thou sho remembers the iiiburitiinoe of her birth, and stands on her superiority. Thia indi>;nation of pride, however, lasted only ii ajjort time with Lady i;iiz»betli. With au tlTort aho controlled herself, aud again thought ouly of the work in hand. " You do net put it any tho more fairly, Mr. Harford, " alie aaid, mora coldly than she had spoken before ; " tor, iu the first place, ahe has not passed into other hands. 1 tell you again that Mr. Kta^; is no more to her than her servant, tie is, indeed, tu all intents and purpoajs as much to her as her Borvant I ' " Who will have to asttlo aooounta with me," >\\A Anthony. " If in any other way than by your rendering bim respect and gratitude, your auooanta will go wrong," said Lady Ktiaa- beth. " .\nd here again we differ," sjiJ Anthony, in thu same inaiiuer aa before. " Accord, itig to your code 1 have not only to forgive the llrat lover, but tu bo gralefnl to tho seooud. Your sliding aoale is peculiar. Lady Kli/.aboth. U scarcely suits a man who has learned the rougher aide of life in such a school as mine haa been. We aro not taught thesa subtleties." " Yea, you have to f.irgive the dead and be grateful to the living," reiwaled Laify Elizabeth, ignoring the latter ha'K of his speech. " And you have to be meroiful to tho dying," aho added, tears coming into her eyea. " When she ia dead I will (orjive her," aaid Anthony. " Bhe may be dead now," said Lady I'ili^abeth. He turned on her florgely. 'â-  What do vou know about her ?" he Ksked. " Everything," ahe answered. Hhe had Calab â-  latter in her band, that awkward, stifHy worded letter, with the pare soul shiniog throagb like the moon throagb fog and vapor. " And for how long, pray, have yoa been the confidante of my ranaway wife?" hu asked, with dangerons quietness. " She has not confided in me at all, bat I have known for some days now that ahe waa alive ; that he was dead, and she per- haps dying only to-day." Anthony strode across the space which had been between, and took ber tiy the arm. harshly rather than rndely. "Yoa are my friend?' ho Euid. in a hoarse voice. " Y'es," ahe answered, " I am." " And yoa have known for some days that she was alive â€" yoa knowing what a hell my life has been to me since she left meâ€" bow I woald have kisaed the bands and feet of my worst enemy who had told me she waa alive and you kept it from me â€" joa. Lady Elizabeth Inchbold?" "Yes, I did," ahe answered. Her perfect calmness and the steady look in her soft eyea seemed almost to paralyze Anthony. He unclosed bis hand from ber bruised arm. " My God I you women are fienda sent to torturo as ! " he said, wildly. " All alike ! The beat and the worst faithless aad antrnstworlhy alike ! " "Is it faithless and untraatworthy to keep back a thing like this when the one to whom it would else have been told is as wild and anreasonable aa yoa ?" she asked. " With that revolver in your pocket, and all yoar hot aager ; with Mr. Osborne dying, and she, poor girl, in ber agony ; ooald I tell yoa, to add to ber mis^^ry the greatest pain of all^yoar sadden appear- ance, your violence, and who knows what else 1 Ask yourself, how could I ? I am her friend as well as yours, and 1 would not have ber hart by any deed of mine ! " How do yoa know I would have hart her ? ' he asked, tiercely. " Am I a brute or a man ? Whv should I not have been gentle with bsr V " " Becausa you are not always rea.s ma ble," ahe answered. " If I could have trusted yoa I woold have told yoa. Aa things were, I dared not. " A wild beast I" he said, savagely. " Too much like one at times," ahe re. turned, her voice and eyea luoro gentle than her words. For the first time during this painful interview the expression on Anthony's psKjionate face changed. Borne of the fierceness died oat of it to make way for a baman look of blank amazement. It was so strange to him to have this aofi and sympathetia woman stand there aa his assessor. Ha had been so used to ber sweetness, to the consciousne^^s of ber affection and ber sympathy, which was like a satin cloak in which he wrapped himself luxariously, that this sudden change to unwavering condemnation struck him as something strange and unnatural in her rather than as injurioaa to him Anyway, it gave a new turn to hia thought I, and swept back some of that rolling tlood ofanger agaii st others. " Vou aro not the Lady Elizabeth I knew at Kingshoase," be said. " Nor are yoa the Mr. Harford I thought I knew, " abe retorted. " No ! This is really interesting, " he sneered. •• Where ia the change ? In what am 1 different .' " " Iu uobility of nature, " she answered. ' Tho man I thought 1 knew three or four years ago at Kingahouae waa brave and unselfish, magnanimoua, gentle to weakness, courteous to women, reasonable, high, minded. Tho Mr. Harford I tind here at Thrift is unreasonable, unforgiving, iible to see a thing from his own point of view only, unable to judge beyond tho mere (act, revengeful aud cruel. I am right to say that he baa changedâ€" at least from my ideal." ' Uh, 1 never posed for an ideal," said Anthony, contemptuously. " I'erhapa not ; bat this does not say that you were not a better mau than yju are now. Y'oa have been tried sluoo ttien, and yoa have not stood the test." " Which brings us round to our startiog- poinl,' he said. " You advocate tho base- ness of condonation, I the self-respect of a man of honor who rufuseato shake h\ nda with sin, or to lower himself by sympathy to such a depth of degradation as that to whioh your friends have sunk themselves." " No ; you mean you refuse to forgive a woman who haa sinned much, and suffered aa much aa ahe haa sinned, and who haa paid the full penalty of her faultâ€" the woman you aay you love. Creater men than you, 'Mr. Harford, have forgiven even worse ollenccs, and tho Master forgave more than all. It is neither brave nor strong to stand out aa you are doing for tbe sake of yonraelf against ber â€" your honor, aa yoa call it, againat bar Buffering. I will not call it good, for 1 do not think it is." •' I amaorry I cannot please lady Eliza, beth," said Anthony, atill contemptuously, but with less intensity ot msolonce aud wrath. • It is not whether you please me or not ; it is whether you do right or wrong," she answeretl, very gently. " Frankly what would you have mo do .' " He spoke with tho air of a man lowering hid awoid. but atill ou guard. '•â-  Forgivt) her," ahoanawtred forgive her frankly, fully, heartily. Uemeuiher that ahe loved Charlie (>sborno long ht fore she knew you. Uemember, too, that false announcement of his death, which you knew on your wedding day to bo false. If ahe has left yoa, think how you aud her nK>lh(r deceived her. Cannot you bring all this lo bear (or her pardon .' Pivoroo her if yoa will : bat why .' She ia not herself; her mind ia evidently unhinged." Hero hor soft voice broke, and her eyes up- lilled with teara. ' Let her bo iu peace. Mr. Harford. Fate haa already avenged you." " Aud you knew ahe did not love tue .' .\nd yon did not tell me thia either ? Oh, falae, false, like all tho rest ! " he said bitterly, passionately. " How could 1 .' " sho nuatverod. " You knew it in your heart \ ouraelf , bat yon would not acknowledge it. It all the world had told you, yon would have married ber juat the same." •â-  Ood help me 'â-  I would, for 1 K>ved her," he aaid, covering hid (aoe in his hands. " And beoauae you loved her, forgive ber." she pleaded. ' Think of her sutTeiiuga rather than her sin. Uy all thad yon have felt, (eel for her. Tell me that you will broke through the interlacing of hia tingers. Weeping with less restraint, and all ber teara in her veice. Lady Elizabeth went op to bim, and with a woman's true instinct, laid ber bands on bia ehouiders. " I am going to ber to-morrow," she s>iid, ber broken voice having in it the accent of a caress, like a pearl on a quiver- ing golden string. " Let mo carry her yoar fortivenesa ; let me tell ber that yoa pardon aad pity her ! Tell me that yoa do, Mr. Harford â€" Anthony â€" the man I onco thoagbt so noble, and who was so noble ! " For a moment there was no reply. The silence in the room was broken only by a faw half-strangled sobs â€" groans rather than sobs â€" while Lady Elizabeth's slender bands rested on those massive heaving shoulders with a toach aa tender as an angel's. She locked like the typical angel aa she stood there, her fair face pale with emotion, her eyes full of pleading love and pity, her body slightly thrown forward, ber whole attitude and bearing as instinct with di;jnity as with pathos, as pore as it waa tenderâ€" she, the friend, pleading for pardon of tbe wife with the man sne her- self loved. A atracge revulsion of feeling took possession of Anthony. He suddenly forgot himself, and his thoughts went only to Eatelle's sufferings. He pictured her id, in want, dying â€" that woman he had loved so madly needing help, and he not there to give what he was ao grandly able to give ! Perhape the gentle touch cf those white hands on hia shoulders, the soft breath that just swept over his hair as if from a feather fan, a subtle perception. not so strong as a thought, that tbe world held another woman beside Estelle -perhaps all this helped to soften him and to qaench the tires of his wrath. Whate\'er it was, he waa overcome, and his mood changed suddenly. He uncovered hia disordered face, thrust his right hand into hia pocket, took oat the revolver, aad laid it on tbe table. • Y'oa have conquered," he siid. "I forgive her. Shall I give this to you ?" â€" afjain taking up tbe revolver â€" " or can yoa trust me? â- â€¢ I will trust you,' she answered, scarce able to apeak. •• Y'oa will cot break yoar word." He took her bands from his shoulder* and held them in one o( hia; the other he put round her waist and pressed her to him How long it was since he haa tield a woman iu his arms '. How the touch ct that supple, slender form seemed to give him new life, to subdue him to the strong man's tender- aesa, conquered in his strength and brought back to hia better self I At the tirst he did not apeak, nor did sha try to free herself. Both were too moved to remember what signiccance that embrace might have â€" he with her hands held np to hia breast, hia arm round ber waist, and she with her (ace turned away and ber eyea tixed on the sky seen tbtoagh the window. At last Anthony spoke. (To be Ccnuauedi. Uelillltlouil. Time â€" The servant o( etsrnity. The future An eternity of to morrows. Now- â€" ihe crown jewel iu tho coronet of endeavor. The past â€" The mighty urn of coantleas to. morrows. To dayâ€" A draft on tbe bank of Time that ia always cashed on sight. Yesterdayâ€" Our demon or our good angel, as we neglected or improved it. Moments -The playthings o( forever, broken and cast asioe as soon as tried. DiaVruut Vlew>. Jones So yoT are from t^ali Lake City, Mr. Hrigham ' Could you tell me what became of young Jags that moved out there awhile ago ' Mr. Ii.â€" Why, that young feller wu lynched only just afore I left (or bigamy. " Bigamy ! I don't understand. I thought " â€" ' Waa'. yo see, he wudn'ttake mor'n two wives, so tue avongin' angels nabbed 'kn [ Nice youug chap, too !" I tVill K<>|.'l-<-.>elited. Young Man (applying (or situation) have had considerable experience aa a commercial traveller, sir. Would you like to engage me to push your prodijeta ? Manu(aotarerâ€" Your 8arvicem|ll hardly bo rcjuired. There are aU^k' about 8 ivoti nwlUon men engaged in â- j^ing our products iu this country. We manufacture baby carriages â€"i.'u<-iiny!ofj free Pros. Extreme wakefulneas. distressing ner- voasness, chronic rheumatic pains, sciatica neuralgia ; any of the above disorders are symptoms jf advanced kidney or Bright*! disease. I'rcf. Wni. II. Thompson, of the I'niversity of the city of New Yotk, says: "More adulta are carried otT in thia country by chronic kidney disease than by any other one msUdy except consnmptiou." Tho lato Dr. l>io Lewis, in sjjeaking of Warner's Safe Cure, aaid over his own signature. " If I found myself the victim of a serious kidney trouble I woald oae yoar prejiaration." forgive her." _ 'Anthony did not si^eak. His wholostrong , spirits? Keiititckian '(ramo was quivering, and one heavy tear kcer it I do.- i'.'j><vA. Au esteemed contemporary prints the following advertisement, apropos ot the Hile ot the i^Id Foe house: "Wanted, by au author about to be^me famous, a small house, rent free (or life, in consideration ot the lar^e price which may afterward be obtained for said boose from some admirer of tbe author." Tho Chicago ospitalista interested in the ren.oval of tho famona Libby Frison faom Kiohmoud to Chicago have begun tho tear- ing down of the building, and it* transpor- tation to Chicago. I'nehundredand thinty oars will be employed iu making the trans- fer at a coat ot nearly !? 10,000. The purchase price of the old prison, the labor ueoeasary to preserve the identity ot each particular brick and the tra:isportation and re erection will coat the projectjra (uly *75,000. While the west-bound Grand Trunk (re4ght train was taking on additional cars at Dorval station yeetenlay it waa rnu into bv au eaat bound (reighcbut aa the moving train waa going slowly the damage to roll- ivm atoek will not exceed $ti,lK>0. Willie I' glow, a boy o( 7, ton of Mr. J. ,lTglow, o( Newcastle, N l'>, wus drowned by falling from a bridge into a pond while fishing yesterday afternoon, shottly after aohool. Christian S.-ieutiat Do yoa believe in Thanks ; don't