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SIR GUY'S WARD. A TH HILLING KToKY OP LOVE AND ADVENTURE. CHAPTKR VIII. * And ung. with much nimplicitjr, merit Not thele preciou*. that we <.lclom her ic." [lion J 11*11. Tlie ruin i* beating regularly, periUtently, *>g*mil the window pan** ; there is no hope Ol wandering afield tin* i vciuiii; A iullen uninxr ihower, without a smile in it, it deluging gardeua and lawns. Under flowers and gravelled walks, and i blotting out vngrily all the glories of the landscape. It it half past (our o'clock Lady Chet- woode U sitting in the library reclining in the cosiest ami-chair Uiu room contains, with her knitting ai uiual in her hand* she disdaiiu all newer, lighter model of pawing the time, and knit* diligently all ilay long for her poor. Liliau Ustamliag at the melancholy window, counting the diminutive lake* and toy pools forming in the wnlkoul-si<le. Auhe look", a Uurrl leaf, blown from the nearest shrub- bery, falls into a fairy river, and floats along iii in current like a sedatr anditurdy boat, with a luiall snail for cargo, that cliugs to it hrarely for dear life. Presently a stick that to Lilian's idle fancy resolves itielf into an iron-clad, runs down the poor little skiff, causing it U> fouuder with all hands on board. At thii heart -reading moment John enters with a tea-tray, and drawing a small table before L*dy Chutwoode, layi it thereon. Her ladyship, with a sigh, prepares to put way her beloved knitting, hesitates, and then u lost in sa far that she elects to finish that most mysterious of all things, the rounding of the heel of her sock*, before pouring ont the tea. Old James Murlsnd will be expecting these good gray socks by the end of the wesk, andold James Murland must not be disappoint .1. " Lady Chetwoode," aays Lilian, with oft heiitation, "I want to ask you a ques- tion." "Do you, dear! Theu ask it." " But it U a very odd question, and per- hapi you will be angry. " " I don't think I shall," says Lady Chet- woode ("One, two, three, four," Ac. ) " Well, then, I like you so much I love you 10 much," corrects Lilian, earnestly, "that, if you don't mind, I should like to call you some) name a little less formal than Lady Chetwoode. lk> yon mind Her ladyship layi down her knitting and Inoki amus*d. " U seems BO one cere* to give me my tills," ihe Bays. " Mabel, my lat ward, wa* hardly here three days when she mads a request similar to yours. She always calli ms ' Auntie.' Florence oils me, of courM, ' Aunt Anns ;' but Mabel alwsyi callod me ' A untie. ' " " Ab ! that wa> prettier. May I call you ' Auntie ' too ? 'Auntie Nanmr,' I think that a dear little name, and juit united to you." "Call me anything you like, darling," says I ....ly Chotwoods, kissing the girl's soft, fluihnl . lie k. Here the .loor opens to admit Sir l.uy ami (\ ill, who are driven to desperation and afternoon tes by the im-ivihty of the 1 weather. " The mother ind Lilian ipuoniiig," uyi Cyril. " 1 verily belinvo wonu-n, wlirn alone. kiss each other for the want of some. thing lielter." "I hava been laughing at Lilian," sayi IjMly Chotwnode : "she, lias Mattel, cannot be h|ipy unlesmhe ASM!* fur me a pet name. So I am to be 'Auntie' to her too. "I am glad it ii not to be ' Aunt Anne,' like Florence," say* Cyril, with a distasteful .Imik; ; "that wiy of addressing you alwayi grate* upon .tiy ear." "Ity the by, that remiuUi me," says Lady Chelwoodo. struggling vainly in her pocket t I.MII S ' ., h K ht something that isn't thnra, "Florence is coming linine ni>it wwk. I had * letter from her thii morning telling msao, bnt I forgot all about it nil now " "You don't say so !" says Cyril, in a tone of unilTe. le>d diunay. Now, when one henrs an unknown name nien'.ioned frei|iii-nily ill acnvernatiun, one ev. r.iu.illy growl desirous of knowing some- thu.K about the owner of thai nanir. Lilian therefore u\\-> u way to curiosity. " And who u Flo-en. -f ? " he a*k. '"Who is Florence ?'" repeals Cyril: " have yi.n really aikexl the i|iiriition ? Not to know Klor , ' *rgu..* youriit-lf unknown. Shi it an 'munition. Hut I forgot, you are on* of HIOM unhappy oni-s nultide the pile of Klorenoe'a a<x|iiaintance. How 1 t nvy I mnan pity you ! " " r'lornnrwiimy nie.-<'," nay! l,a<ly ( het womle ; "she ii at prrsent tayiiiH with some friend* in Shropshire, but she hvsi with me>. Mlie hai bern here ever sinoe *he wai Mvmiteeo." "(thai very long ago?" askn Lilian, and hrr manner ii so naive that they all imliv "She came here " begini l.ady Chsl- woods. " She came here," interrupt* Cyril, iin- prefiivfly, " precisely live ynain u ..>. Have )ou iut..rc,l tliat date? If so, cling io it, get U by heart, never lose sight of u I hire. aluMit a month ag>, Ix-lnri- nhe left us tn r" to those K '"'-!!*'""") |>eonle in Shropshire, 1 IMJ.I h< r, pn'e aci uletittlly, I thought nh caino hrr nine yearn ago. She was very angry, and 1 then lt**in<-d tliat Florence sngry wasn't nice, ami lh.it a liitln nf h. i In thai stale went abingwn) I Mm. learn- ed that xho name here five years gn. "Am I to iiiideritanil," aiki Lilian, laugh- Ing, " that shs ii twenty KH "My <l'-r Lilian, I do hone you itro nol 'oliiiHiar.' Has all my valuable information (en thrown away T I have all this limn hum trying to nupicsii upon yon ths taut that I'lorenci Ii unly twenty two, hut it > evidently 'loye'i labor loM. 1 Now do try lo ixitiiiirrhrnd >She WM twenty two lut year, site is tw*nty-twi> Uiii year, mid I am IIIM..I )>niilF ih.l tin* time nnut yesrihn will I'" twenty two again I" 'H'yril, don't be avere," says his mo- ther. "l*o*i el mother, how o*n )ou a>H!iiM<nia nliuaha thing? It is ssvsre tn nay Flor- so Is still young anil lovely T" " !> y<"i nil loremo lik eatih other?" siki l.il,.,, 'Not to siiish. I am not stall) enough fer Klnrrn. *. She *ys shs likes namml peo- ph., Ilkx liny ' "Ab'" s.y> 'Milan. " What" l.uy hearing his nams men- HOMO! )<>k> up ilrn.kiinly from tli 'Times' la ll.r l,.l,|. .,i !,,. I, I,,. l,a lienn burled. "What at>ont i. " Notl.'i.g 1 wa* only tilling Ullan In what high esteem you are held by our dear Florence. " " !s that all?" sayi <!uy, indifferently, going hack to the thrilling account of the divorce case hs has been studying. " What a very ungallant speech !" says Miss ( 'hesney, with a view to provocation, icgarding him curiously. "Was it?" says liny, meeting her eyes, and letting the interesting paper slip to tlie floor beside him. "Il was scarcely news, yon see, and there is nothing lo be wonder- ed at. If I lived with people for years, I am certain I should end by being attached to them, were they good or bad." "She doesn't watc mueh of her liking upon me," snyi Cyril. " Nor you on her. She is just the one pretty woman I ever knew to whom you didn't succumb." " You didn't tell me she was pretty," ays Lilian, hastily, looking at Cyril with keen reproach. " ' Handsome is as handsome does,' and the charming Florence makes a point of treating me very unhandsomely. You won't 'ike her, Lilian, make np your mind to it." " Nonsenss ! don't let yourself be preju- diced by Cyiil'icolly," says tiny. " I am not easily prejudiced," replies Lilian, somewhat coldly, and instantly forms an undying dislike to the unknown Florence. " nut she really is pretty ?" she asks, again, rather preiutenUy addressing Cyril. " Lovely I" superciliously. " Rut ask Guy all about her : he knows." " Do you?" says Lilian, turning nerlarg eyes upon Uuy. "Not more than other people," replies he, calmly, though there u a perceptible note of irritation in his vuiot, and a rather vnxed gleam in his blue eyes as he lets them fall upon his unconscious brother. " .She i* certainly not lovely. ' " Then *h* is very pretty ?" " Not even rrry pretty in my eyes," re- plies Sir f!uy, who is inwardly annoyed at the examination. Without exactly knowing why, he feels hs is behaving shabbily to the absent 1'Torcnce. "Still, I have heard many men call her so. " " Hbe is decidedly pretty," says Lady Chetwoode, with decision, "hut rather palo " " Would you call it pale?" says Cyril, with imspiciou* earnestness. " Well, of course tnat may be the new name for it, but I al- ways t-alled it sallow." " Cyril, you are incorrigible. At all events, I mm her in a great many ways," ay* I Ally Chstwoode, and they who listen fully "ndcnland tbs tone of self-reproach thai runs beneath In r words in that she cannot bring herself to miss Florence in all her ways. " She used Ui pour ou*. the tea for me, for one thing." " Let medoit for you, auntie," says Lilian, springing to her feet with alacrity, while the new name trips melodioiiily and naturally ii "in her tongue.. " 1 never poured out tra for any one, and I >hould like to immense- " Thank you, my dear. I shall lie much obligml ; I can't bear lo leave off this sock now I have got so far. And who, then, used to ji'-ur out lea for you at your own home?" " Nurse, always. And for the la*t ix in. M. tin, ever sinoe" wilh a gentle ugh "poor papa'* death, Aunt 1'nscilla." " That ii Miss Cheiney ? ' " Yes. Hut tea was never nice with Aunt I'rmcilla : (he likfd II Weak, ImcaiiM- of hsr nerves, she said (though I don't think she had many), and she alway* would use the biggest oups in Ibe houw, even in the even- ing. There never," say* Lilian, noleiunly, " was any one o odd as my uunl I'riscilla. Though w* had several of the Invelie*! *cti of china in Ihe world ln- never would use them, and always preferred* horrid glaring set of blue and gold that was my detest* lion. TatTy and I were going to smash thrin all one day right off, but then we thought il would be nhahhy, *h* had plaoel her affection* so In inly on them. Is your tea ijiiite right, l.ady I 'I.et wo -de, -auntie, I iiie.in,' -with a bright mile, "or do you want any more *ugar?" " It 11 .(into right, thank yon. dear." " Mine i> without exception the in.xt ,1. ii-'i,m- i M|I of to* 1 ever tasted," says I'yil, with iiiii-nm. conn. -ti- HI. Wherral Lilian laugh*, and pronnie* him a* many more a* he can drink. " Will you not give mo one?" layi (iuy, who has risen and i* itanding brside hrr, looking ilown upon her lovely f*ce with a *trng \prei>.n in hi* ryes. How pretty sbe looki pouring out the tea, with that bill* assumption of importan.-v her ' llw defily hsr slender tin,;. i among the cupi, how firmly clone around the handle of the quainl old le|.,,t ' A lump of sugar 'all* with *mall clash nil. i the tray. Itiiit rrfactory lump, an. I run* in aud out among the dun A *nd thesil- vrr jug*, refusing to lie caplmrl by the tonga. Lilian, Lining |itlcn> e u. i Itook of it I* malll, lay* down the uselnss toii| and taking up the lump lwtwor.li ''cr damly tlngnrand thumb, transfers it triumphanlly to her own. u|i Well i'*ught," *ayi Cyril, Inughi-n;. wluls il itiddenly occur* lo lluy that Klor enoe would have .lied !,(, >ie nlie would have .l.ini' inch a tiling The ingar toiut* were made. In pick up tbe ingar, therefore it would be a flagrant breach of *yl*m to us* anything elie, mid of all other things our'* finger*. O, horribls thought ' MHhod', "il Horence. Unalterahlr, ! niir*ble, liteioine Florence ! As Sir lluy *|H>aki, Lili ui In ing in onr of her caiiricioii* uio.xln, w Inch norm rerve.l alone for her guardian, half turn* her head tnwaid* him, and, looking at him on' o.' io great unfriendly eye*, ssys, " Is nol that yours ?" pointing tea cup I il-al ihe has purpomly placed at a eon i, lei. .Me di*tnce from hoi, so that *he may h*ve a decent -ii* for not ofl'rring It to nun wilh her own hands "TliMik you," I'hel womle i*yi, oalinly, taking it without betraying the chagrin he Is fo iliih enough to feel, out be is v*ry careful nol to tronldi hsr a so. on. I inn. It is svldsnt to him that, for some reason or rnaiooi unknown be u In lug 1 , disgrace with hn yar.l ; Ihiugli long ago he hai given up trying to discover just oaiii* for constant displays of temper. Lady Chet won't* is knitting industrious ly. Already th* h**l II tnni.xl, and jhe is on the roail to maksa most iune<i*afnl and rapid finish. Humanly peaking, ihera I* no possible doubt alt ,).< .lames Mnrland In pnsseesiou uf the seeks to aVinow evening. As sbe kniu sh* speaks in the low tone dreamy tone that always seems to me to accompany the click of toe needle s " Florence siugi very nicely," she say* ; "in the evening il was pleasant to hear her voice. Dear me, how it doe* rain, to be sure ! one would think it never meant to cease. Yei, I am very fond of singing." ' I hive rather a nioe little voice," says Miss Chesney, composedly, "at least ' with a sudden and most unlocked lor acces- sion of modesty " they used to say so at home. Shall I sing something for you, auntie? I should like to very much, if it would give you any pleasure." "Indeed it would, my dear. I had no idea you were musical." I don't suppose I can sing as well as Florence, "-apologetically, "but I will try the 'Banks of Allan Water,' and then you will be able lo judge for yourself." She sits down, and sings from meinniy that very sweet and dear old song, sings it v/ith all the girlish tenderneu of which she is capable, in a soft, sweet voice, that sad- dens as fully as it charms, a voice that would certainly nevei raise stonni of ap- plause, but is perfect in its truthfulness and exquisite in iu youth and freshness. "My dear child, you sing rarely well," says Lady Chetwoode, while (iuy has drawn near, unconsciously to himself, and il stand- ing at a little distance behind her. How many more witcheries has this little torment- ing siren laid up in store for hi* undoing ? "It reminds me of long ago," says auntie, with a sigh for the gay hours gone : "once I sang that song myself. Do you know any Scotch airs, Lilian ? I am so fond of them." Whereupon Lilian sitfgs "Coinia' thro' the Ilye" and "Caller Herriu'," which Utter brings tears into Lady Chetwoode's eyes. Altogether, by the time the tint dressing-bell rings, she feel* she has mads a decided success, and i* so far ejaled by thl thought that iho actually condescends to forego her ill tempVr for this occasion only, and bestow* so. gracious a smile and speech upon her hapless guardian as sends that ill-used young man to his room in radi- ant spirit*. CHAPTKR IX. "Ho young, and aountcmler." (King Leer. ' I wonder why on earth it is mine poo- "So is Florence. You and she, I foresee, will have * stand-up fight for it at least osioe a week. Poor cook! I loppoee sh* will have to make two ice puddings instead of one for the future." "If there ii anything on earth I lov*. it is an ice pudding." Not better than me, I trust." ' Far, far better." ' Take it away instantly, Martin ; Misi Cheiney raustn t have any more: it don t agrej with her." Al thii Martin smiles demurely and def- erenlially, and present* ihe coveted pudding to Miss Chesney ; whereat Mm Cheeney make* a litlla triumphant grimace at Cyril, and helps herself as she love* h:rselr. Dinner is over. The servants, oh joys have withdrawn : everybody has eaten a much fruit a* they feel ia good for them. Lady Chetwoode looks at Lilian and half rises from her seat. " It is hardly worth while your leiving ns this evening, mother," Ciuy says, hastily: " I mut so soon be running away if I wish to catch the trsin coming in." "Very well," reseating herself: "we hall break through rules, and stay with yon for this on* night. You wun'l have your coffee until you return*" " No, thank you." He is a little ditlrait, and is following Lilian's movements with his eyes, who has riien, thrown up the window, and is now standing upon the balcony out- side, gazing upon the slumbering dowers, and upon tlie rippling, singing brooks in Ihe distance, the only things in all ere* lion that never seem to sleep. After awhile tiring of inanimate nature, he turns her face inwards and leant against the in. low-frame, and, being in an idle mood, begins to pluck to piecei the flower that has rested during dinner upon her bosom. Standing thus in th* half light, sh* looks particularly fair, and slight, aud childish : "A loveljr being, scarcely formed or moulded. A rose with all Its iweetevt leaven yet fold- ea." Some thought crossing Lady Chetwoode's mind, born of the long and loving glance she hss been beitowirg upon Lilian, she ays, " How I detest fat people. They make me feel positively ill. Mr*. Roilcau, when he called to-day, raised within me the ple cannot choose proper hours in which to I keenest pity. travel," says Cyril, testily. " The i.lea of " * ry d.itresiing woman," says Guy, absently. " One fee's thankful she ha no daughter." Yes, indeed ; the sans* thought occurred electing (not any more thank you) to ar ri'.e at ten o'clock at night at any respect- able bouse is barely decent." Yea, I wish she had named any other hour,'' say* Lady Chetwoode. " It is rather a uuissnoe tJuy having to go to the station to me. Though perhaps not fat now, she would undoubtedly show taial symptoms of later on Now you, aped such a fate : a tendency ubtedly s toward it so late. ' mv dear Lilian, have "Dear Floir.iee is so romantic," remarks y " "* be '" Cyril : " let ni hops for her take there will I "''"> "* ' "P "">* >' y dislike the be a moon." idea so much, "say* Lilian, amused. Viting It is half-put eight o'clock, and dinner is h ghastly remains of h*r tlltr*at*d rlower nearly over. There has been some hate ihi* evening on account ul Miss Beauehamp's expected arrival ; the very men who are fall to the ground. "If yon only knew the misery I felt on hearing that you were coming to us," go*j . _ banding round the jellies and sweatmeaU I <"> Lady Chetwoodi-, "dreading lest you seem as inclined to hnrry a* thsir pomposity ngr.t I* inclined that way : not of course will allow : hence Cyril's mild ill humor. t thai I wa* very plt-ased to h.tv-you, my No man bul feel aggrieved when compelled I >l'*r child, bnt I fancie I you large and lo hasten at hi* meila, | healthy looking, with a country air. red Miss Chesney has arrayed herself with cheeks.black hair.aud unbounded : n<" -A- r,/, great care for the new-comer's dslectation, j Imagine my delight, therefore, when I be- an.lhaibcen preparing herself all day Ui held you slim, .elf possessed, and wilh your dulike her cordially. Sir (iuy ii rather silent ; Cyril n nol ; Lady Chet woode'suiuel good spirits serm to have forwaksu her. "Aroyou really going to Trnston after dinner?" iwks Liliaa, in a tone of surprise, addreuing Sirliiiy " Yes, really ; I do not mind it in the less!," aoiwering his mother's remark even more than hers. "It can scarcely be called a hardship, taking a (hurt drive on such a lovely night." pietty yellow hair '" " make me blush, yon cover me with confusion," say* Miss Cbesney, hiding 'nor face in her hand*. "Yea, yellow hair ia my admiration. goesoo l.adv ChrtMo.xle, inodeitly : " I had golden hair myrelf in ray youth." " My deareit mother, we all kimw you were. and are, the loveliest lady in creation," says liny, whose lendenifes for his mother I* st limes a thing to be A. I mi red. " My dear tiny, how you natter !" aayi ''y .. "Ill course not, with the prospect before him of 10 anon meeting thii delightful [ *he blushing a faint, sweet _oLl blush that cousin," Minks Lilian. " How glad he seem* lo welcome her home ! No fear he would let Cyril meel hrr at the itaii,-n '" " Yes, it certainly u a lovsly evening," she sayt, aloud. Then, "\\as there no other train for her to ,-oinr by ?" I'lenty," aniwers Cyril ; " any number shows how mightily pleased the is. "Do you know, says Lilian, "in spite of being thought horrid, I like comfortanle' looking peop'e? I wish I had more rlcsh upon my poor bonr*. I think," going delilxM at. -U up toaglassandiurveyinglierself witha .In- tasteful shrug," I think thin people ha\e of them. "Hut abe thought ihe would like meevre, )'- bard look about thorn. <i in lo 'ni*el her by moonlight alonr.' " eminently unbecoming. I rather admire Iliiar old and favorite joke ot Cyril's Mrs Moiinl-lieorge. for intancr. " Miai lleauchamp'* admiration for i- u>. He' " Hateful woman!" say*. Lady Chet- ha* no i. leu he i encouraging in any one's woods, who oheruhra for her an old spite. mind the impression that Ouy has an ad- 1 " 1 rather admire her, too/'wyi Sir tiny, miration for Miu Itoaiirhamp. " I wonder you never tire of that sub- ject." <iuv say* turning upon hi* brother with midden and most unusual temper " I ilon't fancy I'loremv would care to hear you forever making free with her name ai you do. " " ' '"R your pardon a thousand times. I hail no idea it wa* a touchy subject with you." " Nor is It." "Shn will have her wish," says Lilian, alluding to Cyril'i unfortunate i|iinti\tioii, mi. I ignoring the remark that followed. " I am iiir* it will ! nnxinli^ht l>v ten, making critic*! eianilnati.ui of the sky unwisely, though he only gives w.\ |.> tin* ii|>inion thnni|;li a vtild desire to help out Lili. in'* juiifnient. " l> you ' *av> th.it young lady, with ev \cgermted rmphasis. " I ihnaMn'l have th night -he wu a man's bwtuty. She is a little too IM drmonatralive, too uro- "(>h, tiny adores fat women," sayi Cyril the incorrigible : "wail lili yon *'re Florrncr : there 11 nothing of ihe 'mekgre, gawky, hard' > 1 1 about hsr. She has* ile- ,.lr.l leaiiini; towards '''/ An. I 1 imtgmml her quite slight," says Lilian " You n.nl IM-UIII then ud IOIACIIIO her through tbe window, ne.i which she n ! all over ni. The only tleih ih ro isn't lilting " How .Imrimng moonlight is ' If , lwii li..ren,-e l fool's flush. It i hardly 1 had * lover, " Uughinir, " 1 should worth while, however, your creating a frwh nev*r go for a diive or walk wilh him e\- . portrait, as the orgm.il." glancing at In* cept hem-sill it* r.Hil white r*y*. I think watch. " will no oon be In-fore you. Uuy Mix lleau. hanip very wise ii. chasing the ' my friend, you ihould hunv." hour the. hai chosen ior her return home." I Lilian return* to tbe bil.-onv, whither Tin* ii intolerli|e Tin- inference i ,|U,te 'he' .K>.|'< eyei follow her longingly. Me dminct. City fluihe-.* < rimion iiiul open* ' ri*r rrliicUnlly t.. lui feel, and says to mouth to gne way to *oiue of lh < 'M il. with oine heitetion, You wiMtlil Florence "" not car* to go to meet thoughts that are oppreeamu him, but hi* mother'* voter breaking in check* him. " Diui't h\e any lover* f,T a li'ii,J time, chi'.d," sh* aays : " you are too young for nch uuiMtiitaetory toys. The l.oi ;. i you arc without them, il r h kpiu.-i y.-u will be. They are more In, ul, I, - I li*n milft*n4|e. H ously ac.-ord it to mo " I'lus with vr.\v "I don't menu to bve one," ray* Lilian. I al Lilian, who ha* again om in an.) up t.. with n wir hke .,| her blonde head. for ! th table, whrre *h I* now sating daintily year* und ).r. I wa* inertly dininng a showy p**ch. that ha* (wen lynig nrfle.-! I thnnk you kiii'llv. no," <ays Cyril, wilh an r\piei\e sbrug ; "nol for .foe ' I 1 nh.tll intiuitely pie(r * , n;ar at boinr. and Mi** t'hrsnry'i soci*ty, if *he will Mi* I'.eaif hsmp* taste. " child !" say* Cyril, " Why .lidn't you arrive by moonlight, Lilian ? I'm never in luck." " It di. In i o.-. ui- to me , in future I shall benioii cinvi'leiate. Are you fretting lx<- oaos* you can't go to light to meet your i-ouain ? You *e how insigniHi-snl you are you wo.ild nol le Innle.l mi so important a nnmioii. It is only had little wards you arv rut to Welcome " Shs laughs gayly as she says tliis ; but liny, who i- listening, fevl* II Is mount as a repnHU<b lo him. "There are worse thing* than bad little wards," says Cyril, " il you are a speci- men." "IV? you think so* It a pity every one doesn't agrse with yon. No, Mirlin," to IBM "Iderly r> ilor l-ebind hrr chair, wli. hs knows liai a dvnled weakne** tot hrr ".lon'i lake away llm n-f pudding yst! I am very fond ol It' 1 ed on its dull *mc* dinner, crying vainly, "Who'll el me ' who'll eat qie." She nodi and innles iweetly at Cyril .t* I e speaks. " 1 amnlwayi glail to hs with those who want me," she nays, oarrfully rrmoving ths km fiom her fruit ; " ipecially yon, bo cauee you always amuse ins. Comr out and moke your eigar, and 1 will talk to \otiall the nine W on t that h a trtat for you " with a luile low, soft laugh, and a swift itlajice at him fr.>m under hsr curliiin l*a">l that, to iay the truth, rather coquet t nh. (TO ni iH-vTiM rp I MtuLje-" Thompson called me an i liet. Yobeley "You Tie.vlu't mind that. Tlioiup i\u always does siacgeratr more r Uea " ' Why doa Miss Antii|ii prit In wear ing her hal at all ibe t:i'rtslmas ImlU *.! ntertainrasnls'" "Sho hal it trimmtd with misileti-e." WB4T t> tllrn.pl eTaVsawrt Banlln. -Ir . > lc e ThU Vjsterleu Feree. Hypnotism consists of two thing! : First, the induction of a psychical condition, ia which tbe snbjeri-'i mind is made alaiost a blaik and is completely under the operator's will : and second, the suggestions which the abject receives. These suggestions may be ccinmunicated to the subject in different ways, the best of which are by speech, as they are more concise and quickly rendered than suggestions made by motions and other methods. The subject's susceptibility to suggestion while in the hypnotic stale is enormously increased, and his ability to let upon those suggestions is com lolled entirely by the operator. It is a common but erroneous idea that there are seven "degrees" or "stages" of hypnotism, supposed to range from a mild peaceful slumber to a state where the sub- ject ii completely insensible. Charcot, the eminent French theorist and experimenter, claims that there are as many as nine de- gress, but if this is true, I have been unable to distinguish the jilerenoe between them. During the past week my sabject was a young lady, 1R years old, and fairly intel- ligenl ; in thr*e days I subjected her to the process of hypnosis seven different times, and from the most careful experiments, in conjunction with Dr. Charles Morell, we found the first degree ot hypnotism consist- ed simply of a mild slumber together with the loss of sight. The low of ibe sense of taste toon followed, and quickly after that the irnseof smell departed ; thoa the sense of touch, and last of all the sense of hear- ing. The third ita^e of hypnotism, according to Rinet and r'.-ra, is that of catalepsy, in which the sabject becomes perfectly rigid, and remains in that condition for any length of time. I have tound that the subject ha* a tendency to auumt the condition of catal- epsy, and that it cs be induced between any of the stages before mentioned, i. -., that th* subject becomes, according to my will, lethargic or rigid between the loss of any of the two senses, I have stated that the optic nerve is the first to lose its power under hypnosis, but a curious effect was noticeable before the lub- jet lost *ll control of sight. While the eye* were still half open a bright red handker- chief was held before them in the line of vi- iou, and at a distance of about fourteen inches. When asked its color, the subject pronounced it blue, the contrasting color of red. Again, a blue 'kerchief was declared to be orange, and a yellow one blue, and so on, each color being called by it* comple- mentary color. During thu trial it was thought that perhaps the subject was color blind, but tin* was found to be incorrect, a* the subject defined all of th* colors separ- ately while in full possession ol the senses. Ai the eye became devoid of th power of sight a twenty-candle power incandescent i lectri . lamp, with reflector, was set before tbe subject at a distance of ten inches. This bright light failed to contract or expand ihe pupils in the slightest degree. After this I commanded the subject te aecome rigid, when this state was immedi- ately effected. After releasing her from this tage she resumed the first degree. This was proven by a bottle of the strongest ammonia held directly to th* nostrils and the subject commanded to inhale it. This test failed, but a candle and potato were crniumed without relu.^ance , illustrating that tbe sense of taste followed the Iocs of sight. The third degree was then induced. The ammonia was aga:n introduced, while it was suggested that the "perfume" was *i- .(iimte. As the subject inhale.) the fumes of the ammonia a smile of pleasure played about her lips, the mere iiiggestion of per* fume producing the remit as before stated. After a few more pa*e the girl lost the *nse of the touch and . .eral needles we* inserted in the cheek and through Ihe Ii* The doctor also extracted a decayed tooth~ and the teit* were over. 1 released U ubject from hsr mientible stale, apparent ly nono the woric '. r the severe tests. .. hall conduct from tune to lime expenmenlr upon each degree of insensibility, trralin) each separately aud rxhauitively. I lr- v perked >r. Ueitared is pllav rn aod Hen killed. A Tiltsburg despatch . ,\ A terriblr nt occurred on ti'e lUltimore an.lOhir railroad at Iturna VIM*. 'Jti mile* e*i jt thii cily, by whicli two traini were wreck*? and right person* are reported killed. J work train w.n standing on the trwck whet a train consisting of hea\ ily l.\ad<-d coal c*n crashed into it. Tne rngmr* .-ame togrthri ami Ihe cars wen* reduced to iplintcn. Some of the workmen were on the cars while others were busily engaged si work. The shock was so great that all the men were thrown from the , rs, \nd th-y, nh those on ih ground, were buried under the re k. K'ght men r reported killed out- right *n.l oih/r< ie still alive under th* wreck U>tn : ,,-,. i,.ok tire froan th* wrrcko.1 rngim . and llic tlaiues spread so r.piily that it was impossible to rescue tliuse in the rum*, it 11 impus*il<lr i . -I, tain tb* name, of t'ie \ i ti::ii, as the MK-I... l-os is re|hirlo<l to IK- aiuout: the iujuml. i \TU LI r*n v ljt<' t!n<aftc:n.toii . i ; |. >rt xvaiciivu that .vi i ci.Unl ba.l htppc:-ed on the II .ind i>. railrr.a.1 nmr Urcn.i V)|,. m winch ricl-.t i>a*rn|frii hJ ICNI IHait Incv An olhcial t*tem,'nt of the .M-vuiT.-n.- u to the "lie. i that iujjin-i ::*. ' , , * frsiglu (nun, collided with cr.ipM ruginc ^'?. By lunui Cond:vtr i'. i ->'c^>y I a.l on* .-n i.i.i Kugiuror K.MV w*.< slightly hurt aKoiit the hr*,l. l^th en,;inc were badly damaged aud four car." were badly broken up. K i "K r- 1 w III 4 PeenlUi Cn>e ofMnprn.lrJ tnii:- -H,. wfclefc le.rl.pe,l IB Vraii.e, A I/onJon. Kng., d*spatcli savs: Th* I'ft-is corrnpoiutrnt of the Daily Trlogritph reports strange cats of suspended noi.n- Uou that ocevrred near Honflour. th* ubjr.-l being a youth named T>*libp n <w^ur, who WM supposed lo hiT> di*4 of typhoid fever, and ptprau,n\ wort ma<W t. r lr* luneral. V.h.le ihr rath roatamlng th* body was King in ohurok a watcnar thought h* heard * kneeling, as if isjiidr th coffin. H* .. M .- openi I the. wHv. MM( was as- UMUilitd (o fisd tho inppaiid cetnso *lie,