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LOVE REASONS NOT. CHAPTER XLII. iiioomso So they made the second great miitake of their live*. Theee two, who l:ad been married lovers, fancied they could be friend*. If it had not been o tad and so pitiful, it would have been amusing to have heard the condition* of that friendship they were a* numerous a* the preliminaries of an article of peace. They made all arrangement* ; their friendship was to be of the purest and mo*t platonio nature,; there wa* to h nothing aid which would remind them of the pa*t ; he wa* to ihake handi with her when he came and when be went ; he might pty her a viiit two or three timei a week ; if they met, they were to l>e on friendly term* ; they would ditcuii art, literature, and muiio anything and everything ex- cept their own *tory ; they were to take an interest in each other'* live* and fortune*. " I .hall take inch a pride in your car- eer, Leone," sid Lord Chandos, in all good faith ; it will be the dearest part of my life." She held up one white finger with a mile ; that wa* trespassing on forbidden ground. He muit not break the new code of friendship by laying sucli things. "We are friends, not loven. Lord Chan- doi," *he wid, gently ; you will annoy me if you forget that. The dearer part of your life i* at home." He apologised for the word*. "1 mean," he Mid, "that I shall take the keenest interest in your career, and watch it with pride." "That is right, a* I shall youri, Lord Chandoe. I am proud of you, I am proud when I read your ipeeche* ; it *eemi to me no other man ever ipoke 10 well. I am proud when I read that the riling man of the day ii Lord Chandoi, that England look* to Lord Chardoi a* a great power and a promiiing statesman. Ah, ye*, I am proud of you when I read those thing*. Your face, your eager, hopeful eye* rise before me, and I say to myself, 'Ah, yes, he i* a genini, and the world know* it. my father goo* out *o little you know.' She always *miled with the most amiable air of complianoe with hi* wiihei, but she looked up at him on this particular morn- ing. "Where are you going. Lance ?" she ak- ed. Her eye* took in, in thnr quiet fashion, every detail of hn appearance, even to the dainty exotic in Ins button- hole. Lord Chandoe had a habit of blushing hi* dark face would flush like a girl'* when any sudden emotion stirred him it did an now, and she, with wondering eyei.noliced the Hush. "Why, Lance," she laid, "you are blush- ing; blushing ju*t like a girl, because I juit asked you where you were going." An J though the fiery red burned the dark kin, he managed to look calmly at his wife and say : "You are always fanciful over me, Mar. ion, and your fancies are not alway* cor- rect." She wa* one of tbe sweeteit and moet amiable of women, no one ever saw her ru fried or impatient. She went up to him now with the loveliest smile, and laid her fair armi round hii neck ; the very heaven of repose was in the eyes she raised to his. "My darling Lance," she said, "I can never nave any fancy over you; my thought* about yon are alway* true." She laid one slim, white hand on his face. "Why, your face burn* now, "she said, and he mid* some little gesture of impatience, and then hi* heart imote him. She wa* so fair, *o geutle, and loved him 10 dearly. "Have I vexed you. Lance ?" she laid "I did not mean to do so. If you do not like me to a*k you where you are going, I will not, but it seems to me inch a simple thing." "How oan I object,or,rather, why should I object to tell you where ( go, Marion ? Here 11 my note -book ; open it and read.' But when he aaid the word* he knew that on his note-book there wsi no mention of Leone'i name, and again his heart imote him. It was so very easy to deceive thi* fair, trusting woman. Bnt Lady Chandos) put tbe note- book back in his pocket." " I do not want to see it. Lance, I mare ly asked you the question because you looked so very nice, aod you have chocen uch a beautiful Bower. I thought you were going to pay some particular visit." He kisieil the eweet, wistful face railed to his, and changed the subject. "Do I not always look what you ladiei call 'nice?'" he asked, laughingly ; and she It is pleasant to have true friend*, such a* looked admiringly at him. " You are alway* nice to me, Lance ; I often wonder if we shall be to each other." "Yes," he had answered her, with a igh; "we should have been fool ish indeed, Leone, to have deprived ourselves of this, the only consolation, left in life for either of u*. We shall be more happy a* friends, Leone ; it would have been too horrible to have been alway* apart." They hedged themselves round with precautions ; they were to be so prudent ; they were not to address each other a* Lance and Leone; they were never to sing old songs together ; he wa* not to go behind the scene* in the theater, he was not to wait for her in the evening. She said to him, laughingly, that they ought to have these condition* of friendship written down . si they write down the article* of war or 'lie preliminaries of peace. " We ought to have parchment strong a* parchment can be ; but, Lord Chandos, we must keep to our rules, no matter what happens." So they intended, and neither of them had the fainteet idea of ever deviating from the rules laid down. It was better than nothing, upending a few hours with her each week was refreshing as an oasis in a desert ; he eagerly looked forward to those days on which he was permitted to call, aod before long these visits became chiefly the event of his life he thought of litMe else, So it gradually came about that the stronger nature gained the ascendency, the tionger soul gained the upper hand in bis life. The love of Leone had always been by far the strongest element in his life ; it had been set aside by a eerie* of clever maneuvers, but now it resumed it* sway. He did not intend it ; he wa* weak enough and foolish enough to think that the pru- dent friendship could replace mad love,and he was not very long before he found out hi* mistake. But at first all went well h*r praise stimulated htm, he gave loose to the fiery eloquence that was natural to him. Knowing that she would read and criticise every word he took more pride and pleasure in his public life than lie had ever done before ; he liked to hear her cri- ticisms on his opinions and action*; he wa* delighted with the interest ibe took in hi* work*. At times the visits he paid were all oc- cupied with the discussion of these detail*. He would tell her of some great oration or speech that he intended to make on some important measure, she would talk it over to him and her marvelous intelligence, her bright wit and originality alway * threw some new light on the matter, some more picturesque view. In thii ihe differed from Lady Marion, who was more timid and retiring, who looked upon everything connected with public life a* a dreadful ordeal, who, fond a* the wa* of literature, could not read a newspaper, who, dearly a* he loved her husband, could not interest herself in hii career. So gradually and slowly the old love threw its glamour over them, slowly the master passion took its place again in Lord Chaodoe' life, but just at that time it wa* there is no one like you. other wives are as proud of their husbands a* I am of you? Now I shall try to remem- ber that you do not like me to ask you where yon are iroing. The greatest pleasure I have on earth is complying with every little wish of yours." lie could not help kissing her again, she was so iweet, so gentle, so kind, yet his heart smote him. Ah, Heaven! if life had been different to him ; if be had been but firmer of purpose, stronger ot will 1 Ha left her with an uneasy mind and a sore heart. Lady Marion was more than usually thoughtful after he had gone. She could not quite understand. The time had been when he had never left the house without saying something about where he was going; now his absenc- es were long, and the did not know where hii time was spent. Lady Lanewell noticed the unusual ihadow on the girl'i tweet lace, and in her quick, impetuous way asked her about it. "Marion, you are anxious or thoughtful which is it?' 1 she asked. "Thoughtful," Mid Lady Chandos. "I am not anxious, not in the least. " "Of what are yon thinking, that it bring* a ihadow on th at dear face of yours ?" laid Lady Lam well kindly. Lady Chandoi turned to her, and in a low tone of voice laid : "Hat Lance any very old or intimate friendt in London ?" "No, none that I know of. He knowi a great many peopfo, of course, and some very intimately, but I am not aware of any especial friendship. Why do you ark me ?" "I fancied he had ; he is so much more from home than he used to be, and does not say whore he goes," "My dear Marion," laid the countess, kindly. "Lance bat many occupations and many caret ; he cannot possibly tell where he give yon give way to any little suspicions of your husband ; that it alwayi the beginning of domeslic misery ; trust him all iu all. Lance is loyal and true to yon ; do not tease him with suspicions and little jealousies." " I am not jealous," said Lady Chan- dos, " but it seems to me only natural that I should like to know where my husband passes hii time." The older and wiier woman thought to herself, with a tigh, that it might be quite at well that the should not kinw. CHAPTER XLIII. " DEATH KNDS KVIRVTHIKO." Madame Vanira became one of the great eat features of the day. Her beauty and her singing made her tho wonder of the) world. Royalty delighted to honor her. One evening after ah- had entranced a whole audience, keeping them hanging, as it were, on every (livery note that came from her lovely lips people were almost wild over her they had called her until they were tired. Popular enthusiasm had never been so aroused. And then the greatest honor ever paid to any singer was psid to her. Royal lips praiied her you every detail of how and passe* the time. Let me a little warning never unknown to himself. It came at last that I and the highest penonage in the land pre- the only real life for him wa* the time spent j *ented her with u diamond bracelet, worthy . . I 1 ll 1 I _ * I J . * with her the morning hour* when he discussed all the topics of the day with her, and the evening when he leaned over hi* opera-box, hi* eye* drinking in the marvelous beauty of her face. Then, a* a matter of course, Lady Marlon began to wonder where he went. He had been aoouitomed, when he had finished hii break f ant. always to consult her about the day'* plan* whether she liked to walk, ride or drive, and he had always been her companion; hut now it often happened that he would lay to her i " Marion drive with my mother this her ; they prophesied a 'new era for music morning, she likes to have you with her ; and for the stage ; It was.pe of the donor and recipient. Her triumph was at its height ; that night the opera in which she played wa* the "Crown Dia monds." Her sinning had been perfection, her acting magnificent ; *he had electrified the aiidimicn a* no other artiste living could have done ; her panion, her power, her geniui had carried them with her. When he quitted the stage It WM a* though they woke from a long trance of delight. That evening crowned her "Queen of Song," No one who sawher ever forgot her. The next morning the papers raved about iw era for muiio perhaps, the moit triumphant night of I.erJ griat areer. She had the gift which makei an actrea* or a singer ; she could imprest her individua- lity on people ; she made a mark on the hearts and minds of those who saw her thai wa* never effaced ; her gesture*, her face, her figure, her magnificent attitudes itood out vivid and clear, while they lived dis- tinct from any others. "Where royalty smile*, other people laugh," says the old proverb. No sooner was it known that the warmed praise kind- ly and royal lip* could give had been given to Madame Vanira than she became at once the darling of the world of fashion. Invitation* poured in upon her, the moat princely mansion* of London were thrown open to her ; the creme de la crime of the elite sought her eagerly ; there wa* noth- ing like her ; her beauty and her genius in thralled every one. Tbe time came when she wasthemost popular udthemoetesger- ly (ought after woman m London, jet the cared little for *ociety ; her art wa* the one thing the lived for, and her friendship with Lord Cbando*. One day she said to him : " I have never seen Lady Marion. What i* she like ?" He noticed then and afterward that ihe never spoke of the queen of blonde* a* Lady Chandos, or as " your wife," but always a* Lady Marion. This was a beautiful snorting in May, and there, sitting under the great cedar tree on the lawn, all the sweet-smelling wind wafting luiciou* odori from jasmine and honey-inckle, the brilliant sun shining down on them, he had been reading to her the note* of a speech by which he hoped to do wonder* ; she hail suggested some alterations, and a* he found improvements then she sat silently muting. After *om* time ihe nartled him with the ques- tion : "What i* Lady Marion like?" "Did yon not see her," he replied, "on the first evening we were at the opera ? She was by my side, and you saw me. Nay, I remember that she told me yon were look- ing at her, acd that your eyes magnetized hers. "I remember the evening," laid Leone sadly, "but I do not remember seeing my lady. I I saw nothing but yon. Tell me what she is like. Is she very beautiful ?" he asked, and tbe tone of her voice wa* \ery wistful. "Yes ; she U very fine and queenly," he replied ; "she is very quiet, gentle, and amiable. Would yon like to see her Loon*?" A sudden flame of passion flashed in those dark eyes, and then died away. "Yes, I should like just once to see her. She is very clever, is she not ?" "Yea, in a quiet way. She play* beauti- fully, and she composes pretty airs to pretty words." Leone looked up, with vivid interest in hsr face. "Dora the ? Ah, that is greater art than being able to sing the music another has written." "I do not think *o, " he replied. "If you *r thinking of Lady Marion in comparison with yourself, there is no comparison ; it is like moonlikht and sunlight, water and wine. She na* the grace an i calm repose, You have the fire of genius, before which everything grows pale. She quiet* a man's heart. You stir every pulse in it. She soothes one into forgetfulness of life. You brace and animate and brighten. You cannot compare the two characters, because they are quite different. You are smiling. What amuse* you ?" "Nothing. I wa* not amuse<\ Lord Chandos. I was thinking, and the thougbi I smiled of er was not amusing." "What was it?" "I was thinking of how it would be the same, the end of all ; all grace, gift*, and talent* ; all beauty and genius, l.iead some lines yesterday that havs haunted me ever since. Shall I repeat them to you ? ' "It is always a great treat to hear you recite poetry," he replied. "I shall be only too delighted." Her beautiful face grew more beautiful and more earnest, a* u alway* did unler the influence of noble words. Her voice wa* sweeter than that of a *ingmg-bird, and stirred every pulse in the heart of th* listener as ihe recited thii little poem : " While roses are no red. While UUaa i\re so white, shall A woman exalt her face Becnuxe It give* delight ' She'n not no iiweet ** a row), A lily Is -iritiKlilrr than she. And If ho were as red or white. She'd he but one of three. " Whether he s flush In love's rammer, Or In it- winter grow pale. Whether she tUuni her beauty, Or hide It In a veil ; Be she red or white. And stand she erect or bowed, Time will win the race he runs with her, And hide her uway In t> shroud." " 1 hom word* took my fancy. Lord Chandos," continued Leone ; "they are so true, terribly true. All grace and beauty will be hidden away some day in a shroud." "There will be no shroud for the soul," he said. She rose from her leat and looked round with a weary ligh. "That i* true. After all, nothing matter*; death end* everything ; nothing matters except beifig good ai d going to heaven." He smiled hall sadly at her. " Those are grave thought* for the moet brilliant beauty, the moit gifted linger, most popular queen of the day," he said. " The brilliant beauty will be a mere hsndful of dust and ashes some day, ' ihe aid. Then Lord Chundo* rose from hi* *eat with a (hudder. "Let u* go out into the nunligh t," he said ; "the shade under the old oedar makes you dull. How you have changed I I oan re- member when you never had a dull thought." "I can remember when I had no cause for dull thoughts," she answered. Then, fancying that thn \word* implied some little reproach to him, ihe continued, hastily "My soul has urown larger, and the larger one's son! bhe more onr suiters. I have understood more of human natuie sinoe I have tried to represent the woes of others. " He glanced at her with sadden interest. "Which of all the chara> "That is easily sien," he replied. "There have been many Normal, but none like jon." Her faoe brightened ; it was so iweet to be praised by him I "And then," she continued, " the #rand tragedy of pauion and despair, the noble queenly woman who has sacrificed every thing to the man she loves finds that (be has a rival a young, beautiful, beloved rival." She clasped her hands with the manner of a queen. " My whole soul rii to that," she continued ; "I understand it the passion, the anguish, tbe despair ! " Hi* dark eyes, full of admiration, were riveted on her. " Who would have thought," he said gravely, "that you bad such a marvel of genius in you? " " You are very good to call it genius," ihe laid. " I alwayi knew I had some- thing in me that wa* not to be described or understood something that made me different from other people ; but I never knew what u was. 1 )o yon know those two line*. '" Tbe poetH learn in xnfferlng What they tell in song.' I think the passion of anguish and pain taught me to interpret the pains and joys of other*. There is another opera I love 'L'Ktoiledn Nord. ' The grave tender, grand character of Catherine, with her passionate love, her despair, end her mad- nea* holds me in thrall. There is no love without madness." A deep sigh from her companion aroused her, and she remembered that she wa* on dangerou* gronnd ; still the subject had a great charm for her. "If I ever wrote an opera," she said, I should have jealousy for my ground work." "Why?" he asked, briefly. "Because," she replied, "it i* tbe (troag eet of all passions." "Stronger than love?" he asked. "I (hall alwayi think they go together," aid Leone. "I know that philosophers call jealousy the passion of ignoble minds ; I am not so sure of it. It goes, I think with all great love, bat not witR calm, well-controlled affection. I should make it the subject of my opera, because it is so strong, M deep, so bitter ; it transforms one it change* angel* into demon*. We ll not talk about iu." She drew a little jeweled watch from her pocket. "Lord Chaudos," (he said, "we have been talking two hour*, and yon must not stay any longer." When he WM gone ihe said to herself that she would not ask him any more question* about Lady Marion. (10 U CONTINfKIl) WHOLE TOWN HYPNOTIZED. The InhaMiani. are *>!: *i>oui IB a Crasr w n nrr. The resident* of New-Riegel, a Catholic setlement on the Ohio Central rail way, severs miles south of Toledo, are crazed over the wort of a hypnotist. Business has suffered, families have been nearly broken up, and enemies without number have been made a* a res jit of thi* mysterious individual'* performance*. A few day* ago there arriv ed in the town a man calling himself Prof. Rock, and claiming to be a hypnotist. He distributed handbills announcing that he would deliver a lecture. His first 'lecture was attended by 100 of New-Riegel's best itizens, and his powers upon many were forcibly and in some instances [y demonstrated. On Monday many of the villager* who had attended Prof. Rock'* lecture* were landing upon the street* hypnotizing one | another, excitedly haranguing listeners, who previously had scarce ly known an emotion, while religiously inclined were depicting the pact, present and future, and much sympathy was expressed for them. Mayor dangler, of the village, ha* issued an order to fine any penon f29 who practice* hypnotism in that heretofore quiet town. Dominick Mark*, a well-known resident of Naw-Riegel, walked to Tiffin and enter- ing the Franklin hotel, apparently in an hypnotic state, demanded that the pro- prietor, Jueeph Horgenrather, give him some watermelons, claiming he had been sent there by a prominent resident of the village, who was possessed of considers hie hypnotic power. The " professor " has left for parts unknown. Business has been practically paralyzed, but it is hoped under the leadership of a few cool-headed indivi- duals, who are laboring hard to counteract the baleful influence of this individual, people may be brought to their tenses. In some instances people art wandering about town imagining themselves cats, horses, demon*, piece* of furniture, and almost everything of a ridiculous character. In one instance the father of a Urge family imagined he was a dog, and insisted upon going about the street* on all four* and barking like a dog, even associating with street curs, apparently sincere in hi* belief that he actually had developed into a canine. The conduct of many prominent citizen* is pair fully ludicrous. sent, do you prefer ? he as|| ers you repre- "I can hardly tell you. ) I like Norma very much the (lately/ proud, loving woman, who ha struggle^ *o much with her pride, with her *en*e\ of duty, with her sacred character, who Uought human love inch by inch, who yielded at last; who made the greateit aacri^oe a woman i-ciuld make, who risked her littand dearer than her life for her lovt. Vll the pas- ion and power in my nature riaAi to that character." \ Tombstone Poetry. A New England contributor sends the following epitaphs taken from grave-stones in a cemetery in the northeastern part of Connecticut : Shed not the tear for Simon Rnggle, For life to him was a constant itruggle ; He preferred the tomb and death's dark gate To managing mortgaged real estate, Here lies the body oflittle Jane. Who ran offilyly and played iu the rain. Got cold, had the measles, they struck in- side, And in less than four short days she died. With tears her parent* sprinkled her grave; Freeh water killed her, tail tears won't save; Rut cheer up parent*, she's gone before Where the chicken-pox and measles attack us no more, Where the sufi shine* ever on street* of gold, An-1 there's no possible chance of taking cold. Completes the Job. One of the moat recent inventions i* a folding bed that can be converted into a coffin in oa*e it shuts up and mother* the occupant to death. BIG PEOPLE'S TOTS, PLAYTHINGS INNUMERABLE INDUL- GED IN BY THE OLDER FRY. What r.rrm real Mrm HeMe Will i.i.i>ir l.i* Wkere i.trrj Whlsjs. Hd Wnmtr r*n be n-morrd. Some tin: e I don received! Czai of Ru that this hoj gest of all the < under the fal Few people kJ his love fc a big toy-makt ' in Lon order from tbe laU It is common talk ly man was the\ big. n who annually gttther roof at FredensboW , however, how stmnjj plaything. He had _ his collection soW ' th Prettiest model* of ironclad* imaglt^' 6 - On* of them cost over a thousand po^*' There is another in solid *ilver ; andW n P erb wooden model of a full-rigged hil wh ' on would be a dream of delight \ th dulleet boy. Hi* last purchase V** 'he model of an Atlantic iteamerr ' ' feat piece of work, tbe ship bein* y ri1 long and perfect in all details . ' P r <-'ise cost of this model wa* eleven huii* 1 pound*. Of all the toy* at Wmd> caatle and they are many it i* laid thl^he Queen is moit fond of a beautiful wonK model of the heaven*. Thii ingenious^*, of mechanism shows the whole of ouriyvv with the celestial poles and the sun. TheV is a tiny model of ike moon, which revolrerV about the earth; ant. 1 all the planets, with V their satellites, are properly represented, ^k For a study of astroni my, and for a light \, understanding nf the cUestial globe, there could be nothing finer Vian this model. It shows our earth turn: to upon its own axis and moving round 1 1. 1 sun. It gives a perfect idea of the relatiV positions of the primary planet*, and itSf worked by a clockwork arrangement winch ii tbe perfection of ingenuity. V The Duke of York i* yet boyllh enough to collect stamps, and has perhapt the best collection owned by any amateur an the kingdom. He ha* recently spent tome hundred* of pound* adding to thi*; but it i* not hi* only weakneas. He has also developed a great taste for sculling about ia a toy boat on tbe lake by the cottage of San jringham. In Munich they show you now with a spec- ial jprids) the lake upon which the late King of Bavaria used to be drawn about in a boat towed by swans. Oremed cap-a-pie a* I.o- henurm, thi* in some way* remarkable man spent many hour* of the day aping the knight of the swan, and really deluded him- self into the belie' that he was a person of heroic virtue. When thU vagary wearied him, and the winter day* were long and dull, be would get him into the country, and there flash through the hill* in a sledge of gold, all lit up with electric lamp*, and so curiously fashioned that the peasants who aaw it believed that a heavenly apparition had been vouchsafed to them. This im- pression the madman loved to magnify choosing alway* th* honr of midnight for thi* exercise, and rarely returning before three or four o'clock iu the morning. In Vienna there is at this moment a Minister, standing high in the confidence of the Kaiser Francis Joseph, who devotes the whole of hi* (pare time to a room full of toy theatre*. Many of these were made in London, and especially sent over for this eccentric old fellow, and who has enough mimic stage* to supply an orphanage. It is said that whenever a new piece is pro- duced at any nf the theatre* in the city the Minister immediately puts it on one of hi* little stages, and ha* a set of character* cut out of paper with which to play it. He work* the whole thing himself, and being an admirable mimic, he is the source of large amusement to hi* friends, who know that on every other point he is one sanest men in the Empire. The tier man Kmperor's toys are almost a* numerou* a* hii uniform*. He possesses a beautiful working model of a railway, with engine, cars, points, signals, and stations. Thii he works ostensibly for the amuse- ment of his children, in reality for hi* own amusement. He has alio purchased for hU nursery one of the finest collections of toy loldieri in the w rid. So well are hi* sons supplied with tin troops, vmh cannon, artillery, ammunition-wagons, tents, and fortresses, that th* whole floor of a great room in the palace at Berlin can be covered with them, and a mimic battle fought on a European scale. But perhaps the Emper- or'* favorite toy* are hi* little steam launches, of which he possesses a surprn- ing number. He has recently given an order to a Thames builder to make him a little electric launch, which when finished will be as pretty as any toy in the king- dom. It it scarce the size of a skiff, yet is to be shaped like a regular steamer, ind to be so arranged that, hi* Majesty, lilting in the stern, oan be hit own ikipper and steersman. Doctors Who Do Not Practise. About U per cent, of the entire number of medical graduate* drop out of the profession within a few yean, says Lippincotl's Magazine. Some few never practice ; other* are tempted by better inducements into other field* of work -, ome are driven to suicide on account of fail. i ; others succumb to contagious disease* till more lose their health on account of exposure to inclement weather and accident or on account of mental anxiety. Among those we must include those who become insane or who contract the alcohol, mor- phine, or cocaine habit. Worse than all else, a few are driven into quackeiy. Anyone oan make a mistake in the choice of lifework.and it is no discredit to abandon practice. There are plenty of honorable employments for nnsucr. sstul physicians ; there are school* to tench, merchandise to ell, drug* to dispense, uwi M> gather ; at any rate there Ii coal to shovel and wood bo saw. It doubtless seems a pity to sacn See the Investment of three or four year* hard work in the study of medicine, hut it I* cheaper than to aerifies) honor and prostitute medical icienoa to quackery. Rev. Marco* Hast, a .Inwish composer, tiaa just written " Death of Moses ; an Oratorio," which i* highly praised.