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Our Tlear. A)i, bun Bbkll we proclaim hl> wurtb, llii Tirtueft bow unfvld ? Of U)U(l«r tbougbu tbtire is noda&rtb, Uut written vrordit u:« cold. Nor Rold, nor Renii, nor purple Due Hatb (kUeo to bia abkre, Tut dotb be owu by ri^iht dirine TreaBtireBto us iiiorn fair. A meek and boly spirit get A modeat sbriiia witblu. And elwioeceo who««i>lMidiD|| yet Nu'er lalb^d uur bearls to wiu. A mautie of buniillty Tbat'e never caBt aijide. A beart wbere truth aud digcity And cbarity abide. A HOul Id wbicb a couHtant tlaiue 01 love for men burned clear. iu wbxKa puro Ugbt a aelfisb aim Iguoblo tnust api>ear. Tliese Rifti In perfect uDion bleut Have cast a woudroua spall And iiiauy baarts U> day are rent With grlel too dui'P to tell. Hut in tbeir voicolewdoptbswillslcop One Karm as stroui; att death A uietBury tbat will frusbueatt l;ue]> \Vbila love has life aud bruatb. ♦ • Tlir Hero of hUtnrj Creek. Till) laud of my song boasta uo palaces oldonâ€" K.icastlaa eucbaaTed.au giauts, no elvas, I)Bt mxadowB aud orcbard.i aud barveat fields foldan. uiou with Ibe sVill to take care of them solves; A laud of broad lake and of deep rolling river. 0/ uiouDlaiu and valley and viuocovered Itraod. . , ., Of cities tbat share iu the trade of ib« natlouK. And villa«e6 amiling all over the laud. Tho hill of my boug isno uiytbictil mountain Of loadstone or magic where diamonds distil : Aiiil the rill of my song is no taliub.us fountain. liut a reivl stony creak that is Stouey Creek lly theme Is the ilaoii "f a bold Stouey Creokau, III tho year etghu-en thirteen , the lifth clay of When ba bought tlio whole iruiy of Winder and Chandler , ,,,.,â-  Wnb a lock of green psas and a well wlintled tllUl*. ESTELIE'S INFAIATION: A NOVEL. lude Tom Joues was a Yajikee and true to the llritisb At Tyconderago win u troublnn were ulgh His uuigbl)or« turned traitor aud prayed pendence. , , , , A spread-eanle saint born tba I- ourth of July. And often whan 'loui was at work in bis garden 11(1 bore with their Jeers till bn anger would glow. , . AnJbe'd dasb at a tbiitle as though twere a traitor. , , , Aud suup oil Its bead with a struke of bis boo. Wli'iu Ilritaiu gave un, aod the l'. K. I, heroes Were ruJely comiwlleil from their homes to depart. T"iii Biugut Stoney Creek, tl en a forest un liruUeu. A Yaukee by l.rtli. but a IJn'.ou at heart. The years patsedaway like adruam of the morn lug. Farmliiuses were built a:i 1 tho forestn were clesrod. , , Anil far tbrouijii the wide spreading, beautiful valley. , , , Wliito harvest helJ<. lu'iidjws and orchard appeared. Tiioglad Stouey Creek leaping lawn from the m<>UDtaiu Sung peace as it babbled o or lodges aul ibclves ; . . , , Til" people wer.! healthy aud bumble and liBi'py. l.oved (ioil aud Iholf uuighhora a» mucu a« thetiiselves. And often when Tom was at work lu bis garden . And quietly niusmg on years long a)|o, Be '1 smilingly elicisian a thisti" a traitor, i» Au'l kuap uH lU head with a stroke of bli hoe. Iu .lune eigbtee thirteen itraugo tu mult an rattle Came uji on the breeze from the valley below ; l.ik.i a war horse that scents from the diHiauce a battle. 'Join slarttd. stopped, llsleued.llian throw down bn boe. Ill a half bom after 'I'. mi .fonon with a baiket. Half full of green pom, al on butineis inUmt. Was wbiatliiig the spread eagle tune, " Yankee Doo.lle.' And st.iudiug iii front of the i; uorars tout Tom s whistle was <hariiiiuj-th6 tuuo aud the whistle Had found biui froa passa.{e right into the camp, Tlio peai wera projented li (haulier aod Wender . . . â-  . Tiiiu'sobiectascomplUbal ho 'Tookouod be d tramp." To liio to bis III la 1 )w an I r itili Ins iiiiro, Hetty, Was tba work of a veryfeir m.Titao at iii Ht Tom knew that at lUmlltjn II irvey wai ».a tioned â€" The mlnutei were prwiloiis. an 1 not to be lost. Ho louped t.> llet'H haitwithojt mi Idle or bridle bat knew aoiui thill! weighty wai movinij hii iiuud, Audnallopjd away through the mud aad the uura. Ah It tho Old lUrry was ridinii bebind A tavorn io.>kel tempting but I'om dare uut Bet half'turiiedasids, then all foaming sped on . Andthr.siiu was just slipping behind tho far meuutaiu As Tom giillopel Into the cauip of Sir John Tho tale wai s lou told, aud the drumiwere soon beating. The army soon imrcblug with Toin at its bead . And lon« before uioroing the Vankooa were captured â€" A j-cjwi or Iwii wouiilodâ€" a score a nauia r two dead, that will net bo for Tom .loDoe gotten â€" He poaea to bin mrniory, rr .t to bis bones I Blr./ohu won a ttnld, loiirig hir.tly a Kol.lier , Htniiey Creek wuu a lior Jâ€" liH name was Toui .louea. â€" ^ Hetlci IJlle Thiin Never. In l«7;i • man named Wilaon, who livea in Ojhawa, was robbed of » «old wstoh and 84 in oaah and the thief was never rieteoted. On Tueaday Mr, Wilaon received a ji»oka«e by expreai from the Htats of Indiana, and upon openini? it he found tha watoh alon« with a oheiiue for the money stolen, together with interest from tho date of the robbary. Nautlcnl and Uene.tloglral. Bnipkina -Ilia pedigree ia aa lonK aa a yard •rm. hnifkina-Yea, I've lieard hia ({rand- lather was hanged at aea. The lata Or. Auetin Flint, I'rofeaaor in Bellevua Ilpanltal Medioal College, Fellow of the Nev» York Academy of Medioino, member of the State medioal aooietiee of Muw York, Virginia, Rhode liland, Maaia- ohasatta, etc., aaya in speaking of advanoed kidney (.laeaae (or Bright'a) : " Fatal ter- mination ij many timea due to perioarditts (he»rt diaeaae), apoplexy, diffioalt breath tim. drop.:y." The foregoing are but eymii- toma ol diaeaaea. That being the oaie thero Ja nothing ahanrd in tho olaim made by the propnetora of Warner's Safe Gnre that tbay prevtnt apoplexy and cnre heart dia ease, etc., with Warner's Kafe Cnre, Why .' Buoauae it removea the c»nse of diaeaae, and whon the oauao is removed the aymp- torn oalkil a diataae is cured. Gipsy Bmlth ia the name of an evangelist wholaoondootinga great revival in Gin- dnn»ti. lie ia said to posaeas aa mnoh power as Ham Jones wilhonl any of Ham Jonea' slang. A few yesrs ago Kmith was • leader of the lloinanys. " Yaas, I know yon-ah name. Yon-ah fathab was one of my gwandfathah's keep- ars " " Indeed. I never heard that my fathw lookad aftw the monkeys." It was curious how rational, alive, co- herent ahe had become. Her face was flashed, her large eyes were feveriably bright, her whole being seemed strung and atirred. Bhe was herself and yet not her- aelf. iler mind waa no louder clouded and oppressed, and yet it was not sane nor healthy. Not the living log â€" the organized atatue â€" she was more like an incarnate dame, self-consnming and self destroying. Yet none of the dear people around her â€" all loving her as they did, but all ioex- perienoed in the phases of her malady â€" feared the oonaeijaencee of this sudden reaction. On the contrary, they rejoioed in her renewed lucidity, and even Lady Elizabeth did not read the signs aright. " But why am I inbed,Liitue V" she asked. " I am quite well. Let me get up. Let me go out. I am well. Why am I kept here ?" " You shall get up, darling," said her friend. " It is better for you." Lady Elizabeth did not remind ber that it was by her own wilful refusal to rise and dress that abe waa here today, as now (or some days paHt. Bhe was too glad to see the signs of improvement, an she read them, to argue about responsibilities. So Katelle's new wish wau gratified, aud Hhe dressed and came into the sittingioom before Anthony had got rid of the traces of bia journey and had refreshed himself aa Kuglishmen do. AH that day Estelle was in the name state â€" vivid, alert, feverishâ€" insane. But with the preternatural cunning of insanity she concealed her state with the skill of a finished actress, and no one but an expert would have seen her real condition bebind her assumed brightness and responaiveneaa. Uer eyea, however, would have betrayed her to those who could read them. Un- steady, ijuick, suspicioas, watchful, tbey bad iu toem all the well-known distrust and slyness of her state, aud belied the more favorable symptoms of her lucid speech. Hers only iu shape and color,' tbey had not a trace of their former ex- pression. 'I hey were the eyea of a maniac, with just so much conscious intelligence as eii&bled her to feign for better concealment. She startled Anthony, and more than startled bim, by saying suddenly, abruptly, with nothing to lead up to it : " When 1 left Thrift I went to Mary Crosby's, and bid there for years, I think. She iH Mrs. Latimer's daughter, and gave ua money. Tbey were cheaiiog us at home, < and bribed me to keep the secret" Then she laughed, lu a miudlasj, foolish way, with a note of malioiouaueaa in the discord. Nothing that she caold have said would have so diaturbtil her hearers as tbm ap- parent cynicism. IJow changed she was to be able to make this shameless confeai'ou I " Uow long were yon there'/ " askej An- thony, turning away bis eyes. .She glanced at him furtively, and a look of snspioion came over her face. " I do not remember, ' she said, shortly, and for some time after this relapsed into silence and would not speak. So the day wore ou. and nightfall came. Anthony had not been able to speak lo liidy Kli/.sbeth apart, and Caleb had wandered away into the hills, like one whose work was daoe. He was no longer wanted; and he folt himasif an obstacle, an encumbrance, whore sj lately he had been the guardian and preserver, liut Kitellu evidently iiimed luiu, and looked rouoil the room and to the door more than once, not saying what she wanted, but showing that she was uneasy about soiiis- thing. When he returned toward evening she looked pleased, bat did nu', speak, and Lady Kli/.absth â€"Anthony notwithstanding said kindly, to give him pleasure, the Soor omad'hauo, " We have missed you, [r. Stagg, and so has oar dear invalid." "I am glal thai 1 ain not only a nnlsanoe. Lady Kli^tbelh," said Caleb, blushing to the tips of hm ears " I thou.(hl I mii{hl b) in the way, aud so just took myself ofT that you might be shot of me." " We owe you too muoh ever to tlad you a nuisance or in the way," aha replied, with great kindness. " Why, what should we have done without you '" " I am main glad," said Caleb; and even Anthony had to reoo^ai/.i tha dog-like and unselfish devotion which lifted the miner s son out of the category of men of whom to be jealous, and put him into that of sexless saints. When the night hid fully ome and the aotivitieH of the day were over, Katelle got up and went over to Lady Elizabeth. " 1 am tired, Lioie," nhe said abruptly. " I am going to bad." " Very well, dear, I will go with you," waa tha answer. Wa do nut loave her," hhe eaid, turning to Anthony. " Fither 1 or the maid ia always with her." " I will watoh by her to-night," said Anthony, in his authoritative way. F.Htelle clutched at Lady Kll/abeth's dress like a child. " No, Liese," she said. " I'urhaps " began Lady Eli^tbeth. " 1 wish it," aaiil Anthony ; and no morn waH to be said. It was IiIh will, and be had the right â€" was he not her master bv the law? His heart was heavy aa lead, aud his hopt'fl had died down almoat aa sojn as they had grown up. His Dead 83a apple had proved its bitterness. The light of his life was quenched ; the woman he had loved and still loved â€" the woman whom he would have taken back in the face of the world was but a living death, whose heart was in the grave of another. Never- theless he would watoh by her to-night â€" tenderly as a mother b> the cradle of her first-bornâ€" carefully sh a miaer guarding his treasure mournfully as one who watches the dead. And when to-morrow came ho would decide on his plane. In any case, these inolnded an immediate return to England and the advice of experts. He would not believe that her state waa irremediable. By judicious treatment her mental health and moral sanity would bo roatored, and years of happiness were yet before him. If the neighbors looked coldly on her, he woald leave Thrift and go where their sad story was not known. Bhe should never be reminded of her fault. It had been grave and damnable, but Rhe had not boon to blame. Hhe had been weak, not wicked; that soonndrel who, fortunately (or himself, bad died before vengeanoe had overtaken him, waa the only one to blame. Ho he sat and thought, watching her pale impaaaive (ace (or noars into the night, | the melancholy intelligence to give of when, overpowered by the heat of the* imminent danger and extreme debility, ailent night, by the fatigue of travel, and the exhauation oonaequeut on hia own emo- tions, bis bead sunk on the bed beside her own, and be fell heavily asleep- Tben Estelle opened her eyei and looked at him, first with a shudder and then a â-  mile. Hhe slid ber hand* in among her coils of hair, which abe dragged from tbeir fastenings as ahe took from among them a small phial, which ahe uncorked. " Tbey shall not separate us, Charlie I" she said softly to herself, her eyea strained up to the ceiling of the room while she drank the contents of tbat little bottle to the last drop. Hhe was smiling, and ber face bad a rapt ecstatic look, for there visible to ber eyes, she saw the face of the one she loved, beautified, glorified, freed from all trace of suffering and disease looking at her with love, while hia handii were held out aa if to receive her. Then still smiling, her eyes still fixed, a change came over her. Uer heart ceased to beat, her blood oeaeed to llow ; what visions or what thoughts possessed her no man could know, for the thing we call the life had gene, and she lay on the bed motionless and dead. When Anthony awoke be found ber stiff and cold. Her eyes were still opened wide and lips were parted with a smils. Her curling hair fell over the pillow and ber arma like a cload, and in ber white hand, with the long taper fingers still crossed, waa bidden a little bottle drained to the laat drop and smelling of bitter almonds. By this she had secured the swif I passage she desired and had meditated ; and by this she had paaaed frcm the night of her bondage to the glad day of her release. CHAPTER XIIL UNMASXKD. Mary Crosby, (or the moat part ready (or any emergency, was rather at the end of ber resources. Mrs. Latimer bad been iooonaiderate enough to have an attack of congestion of the luoga, which neoesaltated careful examination by the doctor, threatened fatal conseqaenoes, and made it absolutely neoessary for one who waa only a servant to adopt an above-board and straightforward kind of behavior. A nurae waa insisted on by the medical man, aud Mary waa ordered to communicate her itate to Mrs. Latimer's natural belongings. When he was told the old lady's reputed age the doctor gave the chronicler the direct lie, and docked off 20 years at a blow. " Hhe was no more past eighty than he was, ' he said, icornfully, wondering what was at the back of the fraud, and angry that such a cheat should have been sought to be played off on him, but must of all iudignant tbat he should have beeu taken for a (ool. What did it mean'/ Why should this woman of 60 odd, and vigorous for her age, seek to make herself 20 years older ? and why should the hands of one presumably a lady chow signs of hard work and rough usage ? A myatary was behind these appearances, and he went to Mr. Trotter for such insight as be ought to giva. As the clergyman who had so fre- quently paid his offical visits ami adminis- tered godly consolation, he might have some clew. But Mr. Trotter waa a student whose books had given bim lore, not know- ledge, and he waa of no use as a detective adjutant. Nevertheleaa, he waa brought to a proper state of doubt and saspiciuu, and Mary knew that the net was closing round her. Not to send word to the Clanrioardas was to confesi to the packed cards and loaded dice of her game. To have them here â€"even that foslish Georgeâ€" was to be discovered as sure as fate. But the doctor insisted, the clergyman exhorted, tho nurae refnard the responsibility ; and, like the general stir wbioh sent the pig over the stile, and the old woman to ber supper, when the dog bagan to worry the oat, and the cat began to eat the rat, the preaaure of eventa was too strong for the obstruoting sentinel, and the Clanricardis bad ts be nommuoioated with. The letter was eanl juat at the time when Mrs. Clanriaarda, bar toilette finally completed, was prepar ing to go over tu Menlone, hut was hindered by tue news uf Kstallu's sudden death â€" wbioh she wept over as heart-breaking and charaatari.isd as inconvenient, 80 that, when she found that old Mrs, Latimer waa danguroualy ill, the sense of hope and relief which it brought went far to mitigate her sorrow by rujnoing the weight of its inconvenience. " Vou must go at onoe, George," said Mrs. Clanrioarde to her husband, apeaking in ber sharp, peremptory way. " .\nd yuo, my Louise 7 " he asked, amiably, turning his other cheek as waa bis wont. At first she anawerol No, she would not go. There waa no necessity far it. Hhe dialikad the act of travelling, aod there was nothing to be got by this jouruey. If Mrs. Latimer diedâ€" she died, and they would come in for the money ; but then sho re- fleeted that perhaps tha aervant might lay pilfering hands on unconsidered trifles, which that foolish George would never see, and which it needed a woman of perspicacity to discover. Ho she suddenly resolved on go- ing too, and ahe made her husband understand how great the effort waa and how direful she felt the necessity to be, all owing to hia ingrained stupidity. To which he answered, rather dryly : " What a pity your mother blundered, my Louise ! Shs spoiled the making of a man in yon," " Yea," Haid Louisa, as dryly. " A better man than I have found in you" " To my sorrow," said George. " To something more than sorrow with me," waa her reply, in her high-pitched, French voice, with its accent of complaint and irritated inflection. When they arrived at the house they were met by Mary Crosby, who opened the door to them and nshered them into the front drawing- room. Duels are none (he leas deadly when conducted with courtesy ; and this was Mary Crosby's thought if pnt into different words. Hence ahe paid these two enemiesâ€" greater enemies than they themselvtH yet knew the mest flattering court, and at a bound won that foolish (ieorge'a heart, and establiahed herself therein as a really good and superior person. Mrs. Clanrioarde was more cautious. Hhe could read tar better than could her husband ; and the hidden natnre of this resolute, hard-visaged woman, with the square jaw, compresaed lips, searching eyea, and general hardnees of demeanor, waa scarcely in aooord with her soft words and bonndless attentions ; and being in thia disaccord, her oares awakened more Buspicion than gave pleasure. Questioned about Mrs. Latimer, the had When she said this she pnt ap her apron to her eyea and ahed genuine tears, while Mr. and Mrs. Clanricarde looked at each other, and not even that soft-hearted Qeorgs ooold find worda of condolenoe on the spar of the moment. They came after consideration. Bat really even he thought tbat an old creature, lont^ past 80, who had been standing for the last 10 years in the shoes which he wanted to wear, and which were rightfully bla, bad had long enough inninga, and tbat the time bad come when she cngbt to retire. He mnrmnred, how- ever, something that sounded like pity and condolenoe ; but Mary caught the pretence in hia voice and noted the silence of Mra. Clanricarde, and wondered, in a rapid kind of way, whether she coald escape detection if she were to put arsenic in their tea and throw them off the aoeut forever â€" tbat scent which was now so burning ! " Has Mrs. Latimer left a will ? " asked Mrs. Clanrioarde. "I don't know, ma'am," Mary answered ; " she has never talked maoh to me about her affairs." " Where are the bronzes and old ohioa my cousin collected ? " then inquired Mr. Clanricarde. "I don't know, sir," wag the glib reply. " When we left London Mra. Latimer bad them all packed ap and sent away. I know nothing more of them." " Are they warehoused or at the bank?" asked George. That I really can't say, air." answered Mary, But yon were her confidential servant," said Mrs. Clanrioarde, nbarply. A servant ii never really in the oon- fidence o( her mistress," answered Mary, demurely. " Ladies like Mrs. Latimer tell us little things, but not great ones, and I know no more of my lady's affairs than yon do. And not so much," she added, without a blush. It ia very odd," then said Mrs. Clanri- carde, more and more uneaa/ and sus- pioiona, aeeiog in this absence of costly art treasures the first act o( doaudation. " I cannot anderstand it." Perhaps ahe has left acme notice- some instruction," aaid Mary. "She bad a lot of papera, I know." "Where?" aiked Mrs. Clanrioarde. " In a box upstairs," said Mary. 8c there were â€" old love letters, and baaincas papers relating to the early lives of the dead and gone Latimers, but of aught that ahould be o( use or prove a clew in the present condition of things not a trace. Not even a check - book nor a banker's book shed light on receipts, savings, or ex- penditure, and when things came to be looked into, of the last qatrter'a annuity not mora than five pounds were left for oarrent expenses. Bat Mary's housekeep- ing expenses were plain and correct to the last farthing, and each week tallied with the amount sal down with sorupuloui fidelity, as, " Iteoeived (rem Mra. Latimer, £3," or " £2 IOj.," sometimes " JtS," and for a long time aa much as" iS," or even more. "Why ii thia so high.'" aaked Mrs. Clanrioarde, when she glanced over the bock. ' " Mrs. Latimer had two young friends," atid Mary, with oonaammate self-posses- sion. " "They came and stayed here for a couple o( months or more." " Who were they .'" was the next quas- tion. Mary hesitated for a mament ; than she suddenly decided 011 her line of action. Hhe had never beeu quite swbat she should do if thia question .n put to herâ€" whether she should boidly confess, and so, as it were, bribe the father and mother to silence, or glott it ovsr into an in- sigoifi'iant visit of inUiffarent people. She did not know that Katelle was ilatd, and Mrs Clanricarde's mourning might mean any one besides a daughter. Acting, then, 00 half knowledge, ahe made a bold move, aud aaid, qaistly, " Mr. Charles Ojborne, ma'am, ami young Mra. Harford." " I af among wrotoh ! and you say that to mo, li»r mother, to my face ! " oried Mrs. Clanrioarde, riling and facing the woman standing there calm, a little sneering malicioaa and triumphant. " I could not let them attrve," said Mary, tossing up her head. "They had no money, aud Mrs. Latimer totk them in oat of pure oompajsion. If their own deserted them, and left them un the mrests, Mrs. Latimsr was too kind to do so loo. That waa how the money went, Mrs. Clanrioarde; and more to the baok of the weekly bills, I can tell yon! Those two nearly ruined my poor mistreis, and took, (0 my knowledge, every halfpenny she had stvad. Aud she had saved somsthint; that would haveocma iu handy now with all these oxpenaes about." Wretches!" said Mts. Clanricarde, strongly agitated. " I shall give yon in ohsr);e of tba police, Mary. You shall be put in prison aa aure aa yea are alive." " Very w<)ll, ma'am," aaid Mary; "and let the whole story come out in open court. 1 am willing, I am anre. I have done nothing to ba ashamed of, and if you, a mother, choose to bring tha story (orward, I'll not baok oat of it. Bat I'd warn you to think twics before yoa do. It'a an ugly story at the best." Leave the room, you wretch 1 you sinful and abominable woman I" cried Mrs. Clan- rioarde ; and Mary, eaying, as her parting shot, " And (his ia tha gratitude of (he juality '." bea( a speedy retreat, glad (0 be relieved from the heckling she bad nnder- gone. As she went cat of the room she met the doctor and the narse coming down the stairs. " It ia all over 1" they said. â- * The poor lady has gono," Mary gave a sharp cry, " I ahoald have so liked to see her again 1" she said, passionately weeping. " She waa always a good mistress to me! I should have liked (0 see her once more." "Too late now," aaid (he doc(or; aud " She is in heaven," added the nnrse. " Bhe deserved it, if any one ever did," aaiil Mary, sobbing ; and (he doolor, with ahal(-smilein his eyes, went into the room to in(orm Mr. and Mrs. Clanricarde, the nearest of kin, and (he deceased lady's heirs, of the deoaise of their relation, who passed for over HO, and was certainly 15 years yoanger, and whose hands bore the traces of hard work aud rough usage. Then said Mrs. Glanricarde, enlightened as by a sadden reveladon, *' George, we have been robbed I Call the police. This woman was not Mrs. Latimer, and Mary Crosby is (he thief I " CIIAPTEK XIV. The game waa .T n.tv. up, bat Mary stood her ground. " Ton may do your worst," aba said, defiantly, when ahe was haled before tha aathoL'ities uasembled in the drawing-room ; ' and your worst will not do you mush good." As yet the police had not besn sent (or autil Mr. Harford had been sammoned home. " Now that mother has gone, I ear* nothing about any of you," said Mary, slightly snapping her fingers. " I kept her warm and comfortable for her lifetime, and I can do my 7 years, or even 10, if need be, now I am by myself." " Y'on are a shameless wretch ! " said Mra. Clanricarde, almoat tearful from anger. " Shameless ycursell ! " retorted Mary, Hinging back the words like a bullet. " Ma and mother didn't sell a poor young lady for money to a man she cared for no mora than a sack of potatoes. We didn't maka a fine yonng gentleman dead when ba wasn't, aud bring a heap of misery and misfortune to every one all round." â- ' Silence, woman I " thundered Anthony, hia (ace as dark as a demon's. " No, Mr. Harford, sir," said Mary ; " it is no time now for silence. You and yours have got to hear the troth. If I have to fight for my life I'll fight all I know, as anybody would who'd got it to do. I am Borry to hurt yoa ; but yoa'U have to be hurt." " What excuse can yoa make, yoa wretched creature, you thief, for cheating us out of the money that belonged to ua all theae years ! " cried Mrs. Clanricarde, still almost beside herself from the morified rage of one who has teen balked and dispoeseesed. What excuse ? A sight better than yon can give for your selling of yoor daughter," said Mary. " We kept Mastsar Charlie for years, did we ; and we kept Mr. Harford's wife for nigh a year. It waa wa as paid fur everythingâ€" their food here, Mrs. Harford's very boots and under-linen, and (or tbeir expenses out there. We kept them, I say, and did better with the money than any one of you would, I reckon." " That does not make it lees a theft, Mary," aaid George Clanrioarde, mildy. Some one had to speak, and it seemed his turn. ' That may be, sir," aaid Mary, a littU less insolently ; " but it makes a differenoa bow you use the money. We lived poorly, did mother aod me, and all we aaval we gave to Maater Charlie to let him marry Mies Estelle ; or to Mra. Harford whan she ran away," This was not true, bat it served its purpose as well as if it had been. That good (at sum at last taken out of the mattress and invested in Consols, (he bonds whereof deposited in the oouuty bank, under the name of Molly Danoe, could have (old a different slory had any one known it. " How dare yoa speak of Mra. Harford!" said Anthony, in white heat. " Mrs. Har(ord dependent on you ! " " Truth is truth, sir," Mary answered, sullenly. " Your good lady had no 00a else to see her through her trouble, and wa did, mother and me. I don't think wa deserve ballyraggitig from any of you (or that same," she added, with a (alse air ot whimpering. " She came to us, poor young lady, in her trouble. What were wa (o do '/ Turn her out into the streets, or take care of her ? Mother and me talked it over, bu( we thought it would be a treaoberoua sort of thing to do to turn her back, when she trusted us. Ho we kept her secret, and no one waa the wiser. It's not every one would have done so macb, thoagh I says it as shouldn't." "No," returned Mrs. Clanricarde, with a virtuous scoff. " It is not every honest woman (hat would have harbored a run- away wifd and her paramour." " They did kindly, ' said that foolish George, his restless eyes full of tears. " 'They did damnably," said Anthony, warmly. " And you wotild have had us betray Master Charlie Oaborue, who was like my own 'i" " fired up Mary. " Yon would have OS send for you, and let yoa do with that poor yonng gentleman what you would, and treat that poor young lady like a Tory T No, Mr. Harford, sir, I kaow my dn(y to God and my neighbors better than (hat ; and I hope I shall always be done by as I have done toothers." " Your duly to G}1 1 " flamed oat Anthony. " Your duty to the devil, yoa mean." There was silence. If Mary's elot(uenea had not reachtd the hearts of her hearers, the (a(her'a emotion had a( least shamed the mother (0 iinieeceooe, and An(hony's large words had removed from his bosom soma o( hia own pjrilous stuff. For all his momeo(ary excitement against tha woman who had harbored his wife in her sin, ba waa substantially softened to the deed. Remembering what he had felt iu the early days, he knew that Mary and her mother had kept him from oommitiing a crime and had saved two livesâ€" if but for mora prolonged aaffering. He felt, morever, that all (hia i)ir(y linen had beat be washed at home. To give Mary intocnatodyandto have her oimmKted for trial would be to flood the world with scandalous details, at once ridiculous and naseous. It would be better to compound the felony and let her go free. For all that ha waa a magiatrate, and a» (ar bonnd (0 obey the law be adminis(ered, Anthony's American experience had mado him more individual than social ; and ha was Bomaiioso to the extent of liking (0 settle hia own affairs with his own right hand, rather than have them settled for him by judge and jury and afterward analyzed by the press. His ciffionlty at the present moment waa not to le( Mary see (hat he was inclined to her deliverance for fear of the world's talk and for the instinct of self-preservation, but to wrap up the troth in an opaque envelope of part gratitude for (he care taken of his erring wife, part consideration for the woman herssif, qua woman, and so recently stilicted. It was not possible for him to show the truth. How o(ten, indeed, can any of ua ? Mary was the first to break the ailenoe. Aa astute as she waa insolent, she saw tha situation clearly enough, and ahe would let them know (hat ahe saw it. (To be Continued). f r According to Peter Henderson, ordinary stable manure ia ye( almost exdasivolj- used by (he market ganleners of Hudsoa Ooaoty, N.J., and that at the rats ot seventy-five tons to the acre. Very littla phosphate or other concentrated manuree kre Oied on lands oontinually ander tillafo.