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KERSHAM MANOR CHAFTKR XLI. A WOMAN'S iirvur. Esther was married to Sebastitn very roon after their interview in the office. Tin-re was no reason to wait. He had lieen v. i lower for more than a year. And it was U-M.T thM the children should have a mother. The wedding took place iu June, and then they went away toiicther for a fortnight liefore sending for Muriel and Hollo to Dun roes. During that fortnight they wandered al>out among some of the loveliest Highland tcenery. Esther wi- 1. - I tl at the fourteen days would IH v.-r end. .vn perfectly happy : and what to her was more, Sebastian was happy no. He himself up to the influences of the scene, the time, the season, as hehadselilom had the chance of doing before u sho had never seen him do before. It was not until " It isn't," said Phil briefly. " It is a very good world At any rats), it U a very interesting one. I den't know how I shall make up my mind l leave it when my time comes so much of it unseen and unexplor- ed 1 But you know, Ksther dear, you must not take it for granted that every woman who has married the man she cares for feels as you do. Yon have a genius for loving, I believe. Kvery one does not know the heights and depths of love like you.'' Ksther shook her head. "I don't want to believe that," she said. "I would rather think that I was just like other women, just sharing the common lot tasting the commou tin ad and wine of human life rather than that 1 had some special and peculiar experience." " Ah,'' said Phil, "but you never can be quite like other women, dear!" "Dou't sy so," Esther pleaded, with the goxtnte of one who put* something unpleas grand expanse of purple moorland and b'oasoming wood, Esther'* tongue was looneni-d, and she said rather suddenly : " It life were ever so dark to me again, I e'.iild n-ver forget that I had known what happireu means. It is a gooil thing to be happy; one day of real joy sweetens all one s life afterward. It is a possession." tian was lying on the short, dry grsm liemic' her , his head was resting on her dress, and her hand touched hi* shoul- der. " Are yon happy, dear?" he said, raising hitii'eif and taking her hand iu his own. ' Perfectly. And you?" She trembled when he had asked the question. Would ho find it ditlicnlt to answer? For nobody not even Sebastian nobody in the whole wide world could be sn bappy as she had l*en, without perhaps very much right to happiness except in the right to love. But his answer should have a !!! a more exacting woman than Ksther Malet. He ilreM- her hand to his lips and kissed it softly. "I am in heaven," he aaid. And that was all. She was infinitely content. It was easier in some way* to talk of her- self to anot In - woman than to her husband. When that snort but perfect fortnight came to an end Knthir ai.d Sebastian traveled southward to meet the children in London ami take them "home.'' Ksther did not go down to K'-r-bain. She shrank a little from the visit, and Sebastian went alone, leaving h- r with Phillis in a small but comfortable little houiie near Mile Knd I'.oad, where sSe and .lack 1 Irumniond seemed to have found their vocation. Late into the night she and Phillis sat together, with their hair about their shoulders, after the manner of young women making confidences, and discoursed of their various lives and interests and of all that happened since last tbeymet. At lint Phillis "did the talking." She had a great Heal to tell. She and her husband had thrown themselves heart and soul into a great philanthropic enterprise, then just beginning in Km Lon Ion ; ami it was amazing to see how linuhtand gleeful they were ov-r it, how Jack's energy and Phil's buoyancy of spirit lui-nd scope for manifestation amongst the London poor. Phil'shardneas and flippancy wtrsall gone : she >s effectually Umed ; even her slang had almost di-appetred amid the stress ami strain of her hard yet abund- antly pleasant work. And it was delightful to Ksther to see how far the softening pro- cess had advanced ; how sympathy had taksn the placn of bitterness, and tender pity of rebellion ; and how, withal, the spirit of fun and laughter bad by no means been, supplanted, and Phil could still make her friends laugh till tb* tears raine by her wild improvisations, her power of satirical but good -humored caricature. o, at first, she talked and Esther listen- ed ; until by and by there iim a silence, and then Phillis said impulsively : " Now tell me all about yourself, Either." " I have told you all that there is to tell in letter*." " Oh no. There Is a great deal more. How do you like it ?' " Like -what ?" " Being married my dear. Havs you qnarrele I with your husband yet ?" "No." " What a significant little no ! You mean tht nothing will ever induce you to quarrel with him ? But that's noiuenio, my dear. Jack mid I quarreled bitterly on our wed- din"- ly. You will quarrel too, some day." " I hope not," said Ksther soberly. " And are you happy ?" I'n i < i id not need a i espouse in words. Esther flashed a bright look at her that was an answer in itself. " Tell me," said Phil coaxingly, slipping her hand into Ksther's arm, " do yon care for him so very much ?" "Phi 1 , dear, what an unnecessary ques- tion !" "Is it so unnecessary ?" thought Piullis, but she did not speak. She watched Esther's face a little cunonsly. The soft gray eyes had new light in them, the fine features seemed to have been transfigured by an inner glow of happiness. She had more bloom, more softness ot expression, than of old. "You are altered," Phil said at last with some abruptness. "Is that wonderful ?" Esther passed her hand across her brow, as if to clear away some mental oloud, "I look at myself in the glass sometimes," she said smiling, "and wonder if I am the same. It is extraordin- ary to see so little change ) To havs one's whole life reversed, and yet to show so little sign <" " What a good thing !" Phil commented n.isi-hicvously. "It would be bad for some of us if we carried our histories in our Esthsr came behind his chair and leaned over It, touching hu cheek with her hand, whereupon he drew the caressing finger to his lips and kissed them tenderly. They talked a little of trivial matter*, of the article that he was writing, of their plans for afternoon and evening. Sebastian had to attend a committee meeting at four o'clock, to dine with a friend at six, and to be present at a political meeting at Prince's Hall about eight. He would net be borne a^ain till ten or eleven o'clock. He went out early in the afternoon, and Esther joined the children at the door to see him go. Her heart was warm still with the memory of bis last word to her " Good-by, my dearest." She never heard him use that term without a momentary thrill. It would have meant little from some lips, but be was not the man to use U carelessly. At three o'clock Either took the children to Mrs. Dryburgh'a. She came homo again with Muriel between six and seven, leaving Kollo, at Mrs. Dryburgh's invitation, to stay the night. A cold wind was blowing and rain falling before they reached the house. Esther was anxious on .Muriel's account, as the child was very fragile. She herself put the little girl to bed, and she sat beside her for half an hour afterward, telling her stones until the blue eyes grew sleepy and the white lids began to droop. It was eight o'clock when Mrs. Malet came downstairs. Her household was not large ; she had two maid-servants, and of these on* happened just now to betaking a holiday, while the other had aaked per- mission to go out for an hour or two. Esther was alone in the house. Subsequent events made this fact of some importance. Esther thought that she would spend her evening iu the study and read her husband's ' newly written paper. He would bo disap- pointed if she had not read it whe n lie beont of the current, as you know." I came back. A little smile of supreme sat* "You have a 'lifted' look, as the Scotch I isfaction curved her lips at the thought, say," Phil observed, regarding her friend | The storm had burst in its full violence the laot days of their absence from Dunrnss ant out of sight. "I can't believe it, Phil, that either of them spoke o' their (eli'i'y. 1 hive looked at other women and seen But one evening, as they sat together on a happiness in tbeir faces snd have not hillside, Mau-hiu,; the nun go down over a understood. I have even despised them purple moorland and for it sometimes. But now now I under- Esther'H tongue was stand. And I am glad that my husband loves me, not only because of my own little private happiness, the individual joy that he has brought me though that is very great to me, you know, Phil! but beoauite I am brought into relations with human life which were impossible before, because I am not stranded and solitary any longer, but really belong to the world shall really know the cares and joys snd sorrows of other women. This is part of what marriage means for me: a fuller share in the great life of the world. I never with keen, examining eyes. "Are you sure that you are not going to: far? Are yon not taking trailers too intensely? in a high- fainting sort of way, you know." Ksthor laughed. "Perhaps I am," she said, vury sweetly. "But I must moralize a little, to keep my head steady. I sm m a new world." "You will not always feel so ; yon will get used to it," "Oh yes. Of course I shall grow calmer as time goes on. But I shall always hare the memory of these days, Phil. Then let come what come may, ai (he lover says in Maud, I shali have had my day." "I did not know that you were ao senti- mental," said Phil, with an affectionate little squeeze of Ksthc.-'s trm. "I will give you no more warnings; you are quite clever enough to take oare of yourself. But, Either dear, you really must not set your heart too much on one thing; there is danger in it, I am sure. Is there not a prove! b a saying of some kind that yon should pass but not press?" "I have so little to fear," returned Esther with a smile. "Even death death itself, Phil could not rob me of the past." I'hil shook her head rather doubt ingly as she retired. She did not want to betray her friend's confidences to her husband, but when Esther and Sebastian were gone, she perched herself one evening on the arm of Jack's chair, and said saucily: "I've something to tell yon. I don't think 1 care for you half so much as Esther cares for .Sebastian." "I'm satisfied," said Jack. "That's right. She's simply devoted to him ; and she thinks her happiness will last fomver." "We know better than that, don't we?" said Jack, passing hissrm round his wife's waist. Phil was silent for a moment. Her eyes looked dreamily away. "I'm afraid for tier," she said at last, with a note of sadness in her voice. "She is fey, as our Dunrcss friends would say. One is always afraid of a downfall when one sees suoh intensity of feeling. The happiest thing for her would be to die while life is at its height, Jack." "Who is m teats now?" said Jack. "Would that be ths nippiest thing for Malet and the children too? Phil my dear, you are growing fanciful." 80 I'hil held nor peace. CHAPTKR XLII. ' Hut I don't do that," said Ksther re- proaohfully. " It is only that I feel differ- ent" she smiled and gave herself a little shake" as if, to put it fancifully, earth itself had broken up, and I were in some strange way made free to soar where I pleased." " Yon are a woman made to love, Ksther. You havs never found your true lite till now." " Perhaps so. It Is foolish, I know, Phil "tut now that I am so happy I remember, as 't for the first time, how many people there are who are happy in the same way, and I cannot feel any longer that the world is ths poor miserable ulftM some fronts would . bats as think." 1 But Phillis' fears for her friend's future did not seem likely to be justified. For six months had psseil since Esther's marriage, and she was still as happy as on the day whtii she and Sebastian sat together on the hillside in the golden light of a June even- ing, "the worla forgetting, by the world forgot." An.) Sebastian ? It is said that a man's love never grcwa after marriage ; but in this case I think that there must long have been in Sebastian' nature a latent store of affection for Esther, which developed alter marriage, if it did not actually grow. He worked hard, and he worked well The proof sheets of Sir Roland's autobio- graphy were already in his hands. He had plenty of newspaper work, and had begun to contribute critical reviews to a well- known nisgaxine. He seemed to find plea- sure in labor of this sort. It was on a bright November day, s'x months after her marriage, that Esther stood at the garden-door of her house, watching Kollo and Muriel at play. She loved them very dearly ; scarcely could the lo*e a child of her own more than shs did little Muriel. At least she thought not ; she could not be quits sure. She would know, perhaps, by-and-by "Come and play with us," Kollo cried, seeing her at last as shs stood in the door- way. " It is jolly out here to-day." " I have brought yon some (lowers, Mother Kather," said Muriel. She had invented this appellation for herself, and Ksther liked it. " I found them ; they are all for you. " " 1 can't go just now, dsr darling,'' she said. "Bui I wanted to tell you 'hat Mrs. Dryburgh has written to ask you there this afternoon. Father i going out, so I will walk down with you about three o'clock." " Why can't father come too?" asked Muriel. " Father is busy, my sweet. Now go and play. Don t catch cold." She was glad to be free at last to go to Sebastian's study. She turned (he handle of the door and entered her husband's since her return. A knock came to the front door, "A beggar, I lancy," said Esther, as she roes from Tier comfortable chair. A cold, wet gust of wind made her shud- der as she opened the front door. She saw a woman's figure a woman veiled, mullled beyond recognition, with a small bag in her band. She did not speak at first. " I)o yon want anything?" said Ksther kinJIy. The woman shifted her position. She put up her veil. The lamplight fell full upon a face that Esther knew. Had the sea given up its dead. Kather's peaceful and beautiful world lay in ruins about her, if this were so. She neither shriekeJ nor fainted. That was not Esthei's way of taking news. She gave one convulsive gasp, and stood staring in the woman's face. Noises rang in her ears, lights danced before her eyes for one terribl*, over-mastering moment. She must one with such a strange history? I never did. When 1 got Sebastian's address, I hurried on by trsin as fast as ] oould. Why is hs living in Dnnroes? I came all the way by myself. And I am really very ill, Esthi r ; very weak and ill - " And the children Are they hers? Are they well? Oh. I sm so glad. 1 thought every one must lie do*d. ' She shud .ered as she spoke. " I must see them i.i a min- ute or two ; but I feel so tired and faint. Bring them to me, Esther bring them at oncj ! I am quite longing for a sight of them isn't it ridiculous ?" And she began to laugh, in a weak, hysterical manner, . if she had no control over herself. " tt here are they ?" ' Kollo is away for the night, "said Esther, nsrving herself at last to answer the ques- tion. " Muriel is asleep ; we had better not wake her now ; she would be frighten- ed." ' I will not wake her ; I will see her presently when I o upstairs. I will rest or a few minutes first I don't feel able to move just yet." She put her hand to her side as if she were suffering pain. But ber voice grew steadier as she spoke ; excite- ment was evidently lending her fictitious strength. " And Sebastian is out ? Wlut did make him come to Dun rose ! I expected a servant to open the door ; anst I meant to walk straight in and ask him if he knew me. He would have thought that I was a ghost, I suppose ! How deliirhted he will be 1 He was always so food of me dear, dear old Sebastian !" Here she stopped to sob and to cough a little at the ame time. Ksther felt as if a knife were being turned in her heart when she heard the careless words. " Was he terribly broken-hearted, Esther ? He must have been, or be would not have thrown up his appointment and come home. Did you see him soon alter his return? I can't hear what yon say. By the-bye, are you staying here ? excuse my asking you the question perhaps you have been teaching the children?" " Yes," said Esther, not very steadily. " How good of you ! and how clever you will make them I Are yon sure that it was strictly proper for yon to be here alone ?" asked Nina, w j th her old light little laugh, but also with a sharp glance of enquiry which put Ksther on her guard. "Oh, rfuite proper," said the miserable woman, who had thought herself Sebastian Halet's wife's, with perfectly mtrvelous self-control. Then she drew away from the sofa, hold- ing up the wet cloak in her band. " One moment," she said. " I will hang up your cloak, and get you something to eat and drink. The servants are out." " Thank yon." Then in an aggrieved voice, " Hither, you have net kissed me once." She went to the kitchen, and thence to a dark, coll scullery, where, with mechanical, trembling movements, she huug up Nina's cloak. She found the food for which she had have looked very white and sick ; but in avowedly come in search, and prepared to ' u '* * Dd popper. ths dim light her sudd-rn pallor escaped carry it to the study. But before leav.ng t* 01 * furnishes its quota to the commander s THE RUSSIAN SOLDIER. UN Lot Not a Uuppy One. With the exception of the regimects of the Guard* wre plaything oil the Czar the Russian soldier is a miserable-looking object, small (4 feet 1 1 inches in the lowest standard of height fur infantry), sickly- looking, and dressed in a uniform out of all proportion to hit stature. He is wretchedly paid, always half- famished, and, in fact, appears more qs*li- lied to be defended than to defend . One has not to go far to find the reason for this. The Russian commanders have, almost in every instance, sought their positions, not in the hop; of proving useful to the State, but with an eye to the riches which will accrue to them in the shape of plunder from the Government and from their unfor- tunate subordinates. Forage, equipment, remounts, and, lastly, the soldiers' rations, offer ample scope for plunder, and these are the sources from which -large fortunes are amassed. By regulation each luttery must possess fifty- eight horses, and the Government provides the commander with funds for the purchase of that number. As a matter of fact, however, only forty dorses are purchased ; returns showing the expenditure for thefnll number are forward- ed to the Commissariat Department, and the difference finds its way into the) com- mander's pocket. A somewh it similar sy item U followed in regard to the forage. The bones are kept on short allowance of hay and oats ; the sotdier, unable to obtain the requisite sup- ply of forage from the proper quarter, is compelled to make up the deficiency by theft from neighbouring peasants. Of ibis the commanders are well aware, but they affect entire ignorance of the fact. By regulation each soldier should be furn- ished with three suits of uniform, one of which he can consider his own property, the other two belonging to the Government. Every year he U en t Hied to a new suit, which will be considered as Government property, the one which it has replaced be- coming the soldier's own. As a matter of fact, he receives no clothes at all ! One tunic', one pair of trousers, and a grey cloik are made to last the whole period of his service. These are only issued to him. for some particular occasion, a special parade or review, and are im- mediately after returned to the battery store. The (Government meanwhile has been supplying the full quantity of material necessary for giving each man his regulation kit. Another most heartless kind of plunder is in the matter cf rations. Each soldier is entitled to one quarter of a pound of meat, three poumls of black rys bread, one-third of a bound of groats, and one farthing with which to buy such luxur- ies as salt and pepper. Even this scanty the kitchen she drew off her wedding-ring and slipped it into her pocket. Nina should see no token of that unlawful bond. (TO BC COSTINflD.) observation. She clutched the door handle very tightly, and stood quite still. She did not know what to say or what to do. "Don't yon know me?" su.l a plaintive voice. "Am I so very much changed? They told me this was Sebastian's bouse. Oh, Kalher, let me in." There is a very devil of selfishness in every tempted human heart. It rose up at 1 me Satlveaef Ike rsjaesas asisl that, moment and prompted Ksther to I Isjsie 1.1.0.1. Bapiaily Isjlsig wtr. think that she might do a cruel thing. | w Hoffner. for tw years manager of the KILLING THEMSELVES WITH OPIUM IB- Why should she not shut the door in this woman's face, and refuse to believe that Nina Valet long mourned for as dead- was still alive, saved by miracle surely from the waves which were thought to have ! engulfe<l her. In her present state she was evidently weak and ill she might never oume back if turned from her hus- band's door. Ksthor flung the fierce temptation trom her. She opened the door wide and held out her hands. " Comi in," she said in a hoarse, unnatural voice "I escaped in a small boat that every one thought had capsized," she said. "There were only two sailors in it ; one was seri- ously hurt by a blow from an oar and died before we landed, and the other man, I heard afterward, was a criminal fly inn from justice, who went away without reporting that we were saved. He ran the boat ashore on a desolate bit of land where there were no houiM, no people, or anything. Baby died in my arms, Esther oh, it was terrible ! . . . I was found by some kind country people, but I was too ill to tell them where 1 came from or to make in- quiries about Sebastian and, indeed I made up my mind that they must all be drowned. I had a dreadful fever, and they took me to a hosiptal where the nuns Societe Commerciale which owns large stores on the Marquesas and Dominique islands, recently visited San Francisco. Every two or three months Mr. Hotfner was in the habit of cruising in a boat around these inlands, making numerous Ian .lings. This has made him exceedingly familiar with the islands and their inhabitant*. He says that the natives are dying off very rap- idly by leaton of the ute of opium, anil that in a short time there will be none left. The past year has made fearful inroads on them. "The deaths have been so frequent," said Mr. HorTner to a newspaper reporter, "that lately the French government has been do- ing all it could to suppress the opium traffic, but with meagre success. It hinders it in some ways, but in the main it is carried on as before. The French government introduced opium into the islands about twsnty years ago, and now a vain effort U being made to stamp out the evil. It is, however, too late to remedy the wrong, The natives are DYISC. orr I.IKI ruts. In ten years, if the present rate of mor- tality keeps up, there will not be one of them left. The last few years have been especially severe and mule terrible inroads nursed me. When I got better, my senses i on the population. Where the natives) can my memory did not come back for a not gel opium to satisfy their cravings they long, long time. I could not remember I substitute a brandy obtained from the how I mykelf. time. I came there. or anything about They kept me out of Kind at the convent ever so long. . . . And at last I began to remember ; hut I did not know what to do. I was stupid from my illness, and there was nobody to help me. 1 ought to have gone to an English Consul, or written I'ome but I never thought of doing any thin; for myself for along time. It seemed as i the end of the world had come. I used to sit and think of what you said, Ksther, about my happiness being taken away from me. . . . And when I grew stronger, I wrote to old Mr. Malet, but I suppose he nevrr got the letter, for I had no answer. I I hi not know where mamma was, or I would have written to her. 1 thought, you know, that .Sebastian was dead.'' She stopped for a moment sobbing ; and Ksther found strength to ask a question in a harsh dry voice. How did you find out that he was slive I" Oh, at last I came out of the oonvont and met some English people who were very kind to me. They knew nothing of Xebastian ; they thought that I was a wi- dow, and so did I. They gave me money to pay my passage home when they heard my story. I set off almost at once, meaning to go to Kersham Manor. But on board the steair.er it was the most curious thing I found an old Alhena-um, and it told me Sebastian was |i|ing to publish his uncle's autobiography. ^?o then I knew that he was alive." " Yes. And who told yon that he was here T" " Oh, the publisher. I telegraphed from Liverpool for Sebastian's address, and they Kent it immediately. U was the cap win who suggested what I should do : I should never havs thought of suoh a thing myself. Oh, Esther, I have had suoh fearful Urns I Did you evsr hear of any cocoanut tree, which is even worse than the product of the poppy juice. The liquor is nothing, in fact, but the natural sap of the cocoanut tree. The islanders bore holes in the tree and the sap almost immediately begins to run. This process kills the tree, but they do not care tor that. The li juor is stronger than the opium, and I have seen the poor natives drunk on it and lying about like dead men for three or lour days. They do not smoke the opium, but eat it, and in enormous quantities. They eat so much of it and have such abnormal cravings for it to the exclusion of almost every other desire that they do not buy the amount of general merchandise they ordinarily would. As a result business is bad in the islands. Trade, outside of opium, has fallen off a great deal and the people seem to have lost the energy and desire to advance that they once had. It is so quiet there now that I think I shsll return to Chile, where I was before. When the native population is wiped out altogether, as now seems to be its fate, the islands will be an excellent field for immigration. I am not sure that at present the French government would en- tourage emigration. Negroes on sugar plantations are said almoet to live on sugar during the sestsoa when it is made, and to thrive on it. In manufacturing operations the average life of soapboilers is the highest and that of grindstone makers the lowest. A Passaic, N..1. , man is at work on the model of an electric fire engine which will p-opel itself and work the pumps. The trial of seventy-two members of the Omladina Society, who were charged with conspiracy in connection with the murder o( Kndolf Merva, terminated in Vienna 011 TueiJ ay. All except two wets found guilty and were sen'.enoed to terim of imprison , ment varying from two weeks to eight vers. In lb,e first place, the contractor for meat, by means of a tempting bribe, pro- cures the acceptance of an article of the worst quality and not infrequently substi- tnss horse for ox flesh . In order to permit of a still further gain, the commanders direct the dough to be well watered. and the bread issued to tbs soldiers is, consequently, of the worst possible quality pastynd half decomposed. The flour saved by this watering process is accumulated and disposed of to private persons. The regulation quantity of groats reaolves itself into about one spoonful. Reduced by hunger and privation, it is no wonder that every Russian soldier suffersf severely from one form or another o dyspepvaa. Once a year the commander of each army corns makes a visit of inspection. On this occasion it is in the power of any soldier to complain to the inspecting officer, but the soldier would be indeed ill- advised who made use of this privilege. Yet it is done occasionally. After the inspection the aeneral is enter- tained by the commander to a rtrkertht dinner, with champagne, oysters, and choicest Havana cigars, and usually leaves loudly expressing his satisfaction with the efficiency oi the batteries. After his departure the complaining soldiers are brouiht before the commander and are mercilessly abused, and kicked, and almost carried out by other soldiers to the punishment cells. In no other armiee are such cruelties practised npon soldiers as in that of Russia. The thrashings are interminable, and even trumpets and other musical instruments are made use of in these castigations. I have known a man to be thrown under a hone's foot for some imaginary offence, and I well recollect a case where a single blow of the fit t of an officer ruptured the drum of a man's ear, and rendered him deaf for life, Thoee few facts will give a fair and truthful idea of military service in Russia, but the reader must not by any means imagine that I have presented the picture in its wont light. I served in the artillery, and the artil- lery officers are presumably better educated than those of the line, and I can assure yed that here are enacted scenes iu oomparioub with which these I have just ilescrisoa fadeihto insignificance. e ' The Old Soldier's Hint An aged veteran who had foughl at Quatre Bras and Wateiloo, and who resid- ed at a village in Scotland, was one day visited by the master of an adjacent gram- mar school in company with several of his pupils. The master, having narrated to his scholars the events which led up to the campaign, closely questioned the old sol- dier regarding his share in these great con diets. He then thanked the veteran, and was turning to go, when the ancient warrier remarked : " Oh, but there U anithsr thing that I mind !" " Indestd what is that ?" aaked the dominie, expecting to hear an additional reminiscence. " I well mind that I was just u thirsty ' the time ot the battle as I am the noo? The schoolmaster took the hint. The Anarchists of Paris have sppapcntly adopted a new system of terrorism. They are leaving bombs with time fuses attached at small Jiotels to do their deadly work. In one case the bomb exploded before it wss teen, ami wrecked the hotel and seri- ously injured three persona.