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 s^.""^*p:' ii K.i if -ti 4 â- i ii-' mi HIS SACpjPfeRt li^l Love oC Her*. r CH AFTER JgjtflL â€"Cbir$xim^ The clbys and -v^gjCB pMwd _._ pleasantly, aoM^.how happily, to Loaie â- he had plenty w'ki^p her boay too, calls to make, weddings and receptions and balls to attend, for Mrs. Glenmore was as mnch a favorite in society as Miss Anthon had been, and Mariel had no intention of allowing her beantifaidanghterto settledownintoafiMet married life. Mtiriei missed Louie exwid- ingly the honje seemed very quiet Ad lonely without; the loveiy giil-taoe, ;^e light step, the loT, soft langh. K " Ob, Louie, I*»(tishyoa and Roy Twadild come home, and remain until you go to housekeeping," she said, pleadingly. "You baye no idea how mnch I miss yoo, the house seems so lonely." But Louie shook her head. She felt that for many reasons it was best that she and Roy did not live with her father and mother. She had seen Percy Evringham several times since her marriage, and that young gentleman had so far recovered frcm his dis- appointment that he was able to go and ipend many pleasant evenines with Mr. do yoa feUow," it Do I care for him, Percy I like him nch, if tbat is what yoi^meaa." 1 1 don't mean that at 111, Aline, do e him I don'i want yoif% a â€" bat me." indignani eyesdrooj er her " use, estness in his voii love him â€" nor an^ "And yon are not surprised " murmured Aline, the next day when she had told Louie the news. "Not a p^ticle, dear â€" and oh, Aline, I am line, softiy. February BJ(duvr4^i^D* ' it was mie^to 7^;% eceivsd £boiS^Ao)r':|iBn HaAMd-ititti them the Ay h% ar- and after dinner «hen they were jj^r^ the Bxtki don^ca^e SoA% lovm? Velfo^ ]baie.' rived, 9^«i^ and Mrs. Roy Glenmore, considered Ifcy a very agreeable fellow, and could hear ijouie call her husband " dear, " quite un- moved. Nothing so quickly cures a man of his love for a woman as to see that woman the wife of another man this cure had worked wonders in Percy Evrinpham's case. He had loved Louie Anthon â€" he admired Mrs. Roy Glenmore Louie Anthon had been the loveliest woman in all the world, Mrs. Roy Glenmore was one of the loveliest. If Louie had died he would have probably been faith- ful to her memory as long as he lived possi- bly he might never have thought of loving another woman, but instead of dying she had married, and that made all the differ- ence Ln the world. He made a fljring trip to New York every little while, and it generally happened that he spent moat of his tune while in the city with Miss Brentwood. But surely there was nothing particularly strange or unnatural in that, for was not Aline his truest friend had she not sympathized with and comfort- ed him in his sorrow Percy did not stop to think why it was that as soon as he had arrived in New York he was restless and uneasy until he saw Aline he did not ask himself why the evenings he passed .in her society seemed so very pleasant and so marvellously short. He was taking dinner with Roy and Louie at the Brunswick one evening, and in the course of conversation, Louie, speaking about Aline, sa'd demurely, but with a gleam of mischief in her eyes "I suppose, Percy, you have met Raleigh Thornton at the Brentwoods " Percy shook his handsome head in the negative. ' No?" murmured Louie, looking medita- tively at the tiny bubbles that were rising from the bottom of her glass of champagne. " Why that is strange I thought of course you had met him, and I was going to ask you how you liked him." Percy looked interested, but not particu- larly pleasantly interested. " Who is he, anyway " he asked. "Oh, he is a great friend of Aline's," an- swered Louie, innocently; "he has been very attentive to her all winter. I do wish you could see him, Percy he is magnificent looking, is considered one of the handsomest men in society, and his manners are simply charming." "So " said Percy, M'ith a nonchalai •' hat was a pertect bit of acting considering his feelings just at that moment. Percy did not e'njoy the remainder of that dinner, and it was a shame, too, tor it was as perfect in its way as it is possible for a dinner to be. He declined Mr. and ifrs. Glenmore's warm invitation to accompany them to the theatre, pleading a previous en- gagement and though he did not say it was with Aline, Roy and Louie knew perfectly well that it was. " My darling Louie,"' said Roy, after they had parted with Percy, " do you think " I dou't think anything," said Louie, laughing merrily as she interrupted him, "only â€" wait and see." And Percy, wending his way up Fifth Avenue, was in not a particularly amiable frame of mind. " Really, I shouldn't think Aline would encourage a fellow like that, he muttered. "What does shewantthis Raleigh Thornton, or whatever his name is, hanging around her for if she don't love him "' "But perhaps she does,' whispered a lit- tle small voice, and Percy started suddenly as though he had received a pailful of ice- water full in the face, drew a long breath, and walked along very quickly. He found Aline looking very beautiful in her evening- dress of wine color and peach-pink, a rose flush upon her cheeks, the ligh|i in her great dusky eyes that had come into them â€" well, since Percy had taken to visiting New York so often. But she was not alone. Lounging gracefully on one of the embroidered satin couches, was a remarKably handsome j oung gentleman whom Aline introduced as Mr. Thornton. Really Percy was very disagreeable that evening, more disagreeable than you would ever imagine handsome Peroy could possi- bly be and Raleigh Thornton was cer- tainly not to blame for thinking Mr. Evring- ham about as thoroughly disagreeable a young fellow as he had ever met in all his life. He would not take any part in the conversation when he spoke, he addressed his remarks to Aline exclusively, he com- pletely ignored Mr. Thornton, yet though he scarcely looked at him he was obliged to acknowledge to himself that the young New Yorker was handsome, was wilty and enter- taining. At last Raleigh ThomtK: took his depart- ure, and having reminded Aline that she had promised togowithhimtoa German the following evening. After he had gone, and the heavy street door had cl«3ed with a clang after him, Percy suddenly rose from the.chairand seated himself by Aline s side on one of the little coachesl " Aline,".hewH, Eathprfiercel;' togging alone together â€" just those three â€" in Louie's f^^bf i lilrtp V^°^^ saidâ€" with that vanljr mtieiMtt at iia lighting up his face " I brought sou something, Louie, but I am going to give Rov what I brought him, first." • He t3ok from his pocket a sealed letter, which he land in Roy's hvid. Wonderingly the youn~ man broke open the envelope drawing out the sheet of paper it inclosed, he unfolded it, and read what was written upon it, and as he r^ad hia face grew white as death, bis breath came quick and fast.and when he had fioihed, he carried one hand to his head as though he was dazed. " Uncle Richard â€" it cannot be true â€" it cannot be that I am " "Lord Fairleigh? Yea," paid Richard Brandon, and iu his eyes glad tears were standing. "It is true, my boy, you are Lord Fairleigh of Fairleigh Towers, Derby- shire, England. Louie, my darling, you must be the first â-  oue • to congratulate him." She looked from one to the other of them helplessly. " I cannot underatauJ, Uncle Richard â€" I do not see how my Roy can be â€" Lord Fair- leigh." And taking hei' little trembling hands in his own strong ones, while Roy held the letter from the London lawyers â€" Messrs. Gresham k Barham â€" Richard Brandon told them the whole story, and when he had finished, it wUs plain and clear to them both. Riy's father, Cynl Fairleigh, was the third son of Lord Reginald Fairleigh, and, notwitnstanding the fact that he was the youngest, was his father's favorite son, being very much like, in face and disposition, his mother, a lovely woman, whom Lord Fair- leigh passionately loved. Just after he came of age, Cyril fell violently in love with a young girl who was employed by one of bis mother's lady friends as governess to her you ig child- ren. This young girl, Lilian Fo'rsyth, was a lovely, gentle girl, the only child of a North of Englaad curate, who, dying almost penni- less, left his motherless child to struggle on as best she could. Life was not very bright to herâ€" poor child. Her lovely face, with its soft sad eyes and sorrowful mouth, first attracted Cyril Pair leigh's attention, and in a very short time it had become the one face in all theworld to him. When Lord Fairleigh heard that his fa- vorite son wai |%ing very marked atten- tion to Lady Harcourt's governess, he was greatly di^urbid,- »xtji sending for Cyril, told hini what fie' had heard, and suggested that he sl^nid leave England for a time, travel on the Continent until he had recov- ered from fcjB^; boyish infatuationâ€" for that was what Lord Fairleigh considered it. What was his horror and surprise when Cyril answered, quietly but very firmly, that he loved 'Miss Forsyth, had already asked her to be his w'ife, and, what is more, had every intention of marrying her. In vain Lord Fairleigh argued and pleaded, neither his argumenfs nor his prayers could change Cyril's resolution. At last he lost his temper, and, in a towering passion of rage, told him that the day he married that low, designing creature, as he de- signated poor Lilianâ€" he ceased to be a son of his. "Yon can choose between usâ€" your father and that low-bom girl," he said, " but I swear if you choose her you must abide by your choice if you marry her I never want to look upon jour face again, to hear your name spoken you will no longer be a son of mine." It is quite needless to say he did marry herâ€" for love of her he was willing to give up home, friends, everything, even name for the day after their marriage he sailed tor America under the name of Glen- more. In the course of time, Reginald, Lord Fair- leigh, died, hia oldest son succeeded him and for ten years had lived in the enjoyment of the immense Fairleigh estate then he was taken down with some organic disease â€"the same which had killed Roy's father, and which had been fatal to many of the Fairleighsâ€" and dying childless, the title and earldom had fallen in direct succession to Arthur, the second son. Lord Arthur's two sons died in infancy, and he himself had died a sudden violent death he was run away with by a span of high-spirited horses, thrown from the carriage and was picked ud Boy was Lwd Fairinghâ€" ti^t w«i plwaly proved. «« » ' nmore was a faltflAdged English 1 to oae of «he cidest ttties, «ad one rf lai^gest estates in Si^^d eople felt as though their had 1^e«n ««t«r an angel uotanfen, and tt was qute .eUoi«ilvWBMay remembered that ihey always liked him so maoh, had always thoo^^t ^ere wss qpmethiag .so disting»t aboatiuih,r â-  r' And Mrs. VaiuM^t^fUW" in .* seventh heaven of delightc » *~ â€" "I know I could not have felt so perfectly debghted if I had discovered I was a lord 'B^elf," 8he8aid,enthu8iastically, and when 4lie saw Muriel she almost choked herself .Isaehing. "Mtiriel Anthoo, do you wmember the day we were talking abont him, and I said for anything I knew to the contrary he might have Norman bloo i in his veins " she said, hystericallr- ' And joi^ think he has got Norman blood in his veias â€" the dear, dear boy." Muriel was calmly happy, conscious that her daughter had acquitted herself admira- bly, had made an everlastintr name for her- self in society, and there was just a little pardonable pride in her v^ voice and manner when she spoke of "my daughter, Lady Fair- leigh." The third week in February Koy and Louie sailed for England, as it was all im- portant that Lord Fairle'gh should take care of the fortune which had so suddenly and unexpectedly come into his hands. Mmlddie Gw«tC»od!" ^^leaned agwnst the waU, ^m «» every limb; fftmXdimfm^^yw^ri^ his forehewi, » «olet7M^ g»ti»eaBg ahpct fais month. aiid:i)r. H«ston more nuv^ Man he cawd to hhow 1y the sight of iSe mute ag(m7,,nid^^»U: a mi know it will Asrer, never Oh, yoo'musST onlBKe fiiw, shall have you on my hands as well as your With a mighty effort Amndd recovered his self-oontrol. ,..â- Â«â€¢ " Doctor, you will not let her die? lou (lonot knowwhiatiftieis to meâ€" ^he is my life " „ Dr. Marston turned his head suddenly away the wistful agony in thoae dark eyes was more than he could bear. "Of ooorae I will not let her die,'" he said, cheerily. JBut as he drove away from the house, the kind-hearted pnysioian murmured to himself "I believe-it would well-ni^h kxH him if she should not recover. I wish I had been called in before he has no idea how ill she is." grwi very vnm »*, Mt stni ,..^ or anbappy witb such a as she had. -Percy a^ Aline were ^ey adored each other ?o'b»J Pttfetti,. 0eul4 Wve been so happy '^S marne4 hfrae he waa^W ^l ikpecially adapted to hi?"" nrtmw that whi^u ._ °"». " C? her n#are that which sl„J?*;' lacking in his. *°PPted»iij AAd^Richard Brandon-fc,,. knew Ml by that name, and i^'«Jli ways know him. Four v^ t»2 ^iefdA* to Roy's and E,y^K, that ha should retire from hl*^'" England, and make theâ„¢ hS' he should Uve. EvervbS*'"** honored him, and the poorf.^ '"^« spoke reverently and tenderly S"^. body but the angels really ^J^S good he done m the worlH "'»» nu • â€"world The sun went down over mountain purple shadow* u^^"' " Come,^' slid T.*:°"'-^"«faUi and so talking deid. Then it waathat Cyril, the youngest son was remepibered-he had not been entirely forgotten, there were many that recoUected Lord Regin^d s favorite boy. A search was commenced for him, advertisemente inserted in the new8p^er8 of every countryâ€" it was one of those advertisements that Richard Brandon saw. QyrU Fairleigh was dead Forsj^h s child and his-was alive; so it was t hat Roy came into his inheritance • ^ichiu-d Brandon had no trouble in prov- ing that Roy WM Cyril Fairleigh^s cWd PerW« poor Cynl had thought suchalSg might come topass, for in that box EicS CHAPTER XLIIL The March of that year was an unusually stormy and severe one. For days at a time it rained unceasingly, and the gales were terrible â€" there were mmy shipwrecks on the coast. March is always a trying month, this March was particularly trying if it had started out with the resolution to outdo its predecessors in point of disagreeability, it had ceitainly succeeded, for everybody aaid it was, without exception, the coldest, windiest, stormiest and moat tboroughtly unpleasant March they had ever experienced, and this is saying a great deal. One dreary, rainy afternoon, Muriel An- thon was sitting in her favorite chair in her pretty boudoir, embroidering in a slow, languid way, quite unusual to her. She had not been feeling well for three or four days; early in the month she had caught a heavy cold, and it did not seem to have entire- ly left her she felt really miserable this afternoon, more miserable than she would acknowledge to herself. There was a tight feeling about her chest â€" a feeling of heat and weight raither than pain her head ached, and from time to time she coughed â€" a dry, hacking cough, and that was something very unusual for her. " I hope I am not going to be sick," she said to herself, as a creeping chill passed over her, and shivering in the warm, flower- scented room, she drew her chair nearer to the fire, dropping her embroidery, and lay- ing her head wearily against the satin cush- ions. "I must have caught more cold," she continued. " I am sorry, too, for it does worry Russel so, even when I am the least bit sick I shall not tell him I do not feel well. It is only the weather, I guess how ean any one feel well such wretched weather a we have been having right straight along since the first of the month I shall be so glad when May comes I always detested March and April." And then she fell to thinking dreamily of the summer which was to come, and for which she had made all her plans. She was to spend it in England, and how anxious she was to see Louie in her own beautif u home. When an hour or so later Arundel came in, he found her still sitting in the low chair before the fire, whose rosy gleams alone lighted up the room v^hich had slowly filled with the dusky twilight shadows. "And why is my darling sitting alone in the dark " he asked tenderly, kneeling down beside her and winding his arms about her. " It grew dark so suddenly I did not no- tice," she answered, dreamily. 'I guess you may light the gas, Russel dear." But when the room was bright with the gas light, which gained a soft pink tinge in passmg through the rose-colored globes of the chandelier, Arundel saw that the beau- tif ul face which was his sunshine, his life was deeply flushed, the velvety eyes dull and heavy, and his lips were white as he said, oh, so anxiously. ••Muriel, my darling, you are not feeling well â€" you are ill!" ' ° She smiled a little tender, but languid amile. ° " No, Russel, I guess not very ill. I have a headache, that is all, and to-morrow it will be gone." But on the morrow Muriel's headache was not gone-it was stiU there-a duU headache, and there was the same feeling of weight and heat upon her chest. And yet she thought nothmgof it, laughed when Arundel anld- onsly proposed sending for the family nhv- sician, saymg ' *^ •' "It is nothing, dear, nothing but a littl« cold jand I shall be all over itTa Say t two. Don't look so worried, Russel " But the next day Arundel knew that she was worse her breath came quick, the lit^ tie dry cough was more frequent, her small terrible fear upon him-hs sent for* the a doctor, Dr. Marston had been the family physician Sorely Dr. Marstoa worked faithfully over Muriel everything that he could do he did, but what does human skill avail against the inevitable When the fiat has gone forth from the great throne what can we do Nothing, nothing and oh, the agony of such helplessness Does earth hold anything more bitter than to see the life ot our best beloved ebbing, ebbing, and to know that we are powerless Day after day she grew worse â€" every day weaker. God knows Arundel Anthon had sinned, and God knows, and He alone, how he suf- fered, as day after day, night after night, he watched beside her â€" the woman in whom hia life began and would end. The know* ledge came upon them at last â€" those who loved her so â€" that she was going from them; and over the sea a message went to Louie â€" a message telling her that in this world never again would she see her beautiful mother. One morning Muriel had asked to have the curtail: s drawn aside that the sunlight might come into the room. It was a beauti- ful April morning, and as the warm spring sunshine crept through the windows euid fell in bars o£ gold upon the carpet, a smile p layed upou Muriel's lips. "How bright and warm the sunshine is " she whispered faintly to Arundel " the winter has gone, summer is coming, dear, and we are going to England, you and I, to see Louie â€" my dear little Louie. Oh, Ruaael, I wish the warm, beautiful, §un- jhiny summer would make haste and come." With Arundel's arms around her, her head upon his breast, .Muriel fell asleep, and from that sleep shu awake not in this world. It was late in the afternoon of the day after she died that Arundel went into the quiet, darkened room where she was laying? It was utterly beyond human power to com- pute what his agony had been since he had laid her down out of his armsâ€" dead it is impossible to measure such agony, nor are there any words in which it could be de- scribed. During the last two hours he had been alone in his library writing he had written ^0 letters, one to Louie, the other to Richard Brandonâ€" and now the end was at band. Standing beside the quiet form, he looked down at the beautiful white face with the wonderful mystery of death upon it. 'They were aloneâ€" he and she, just as they had been so many times before but this time she did not answer, though he caUed her by all the dear names she had so loved *pli^V*?' tl»o pale Ups did not move, thbugh he kissed them so many, many times At last he took from his vest pocket a small vial, and there was a strange look upon hia face-^alook al.most exulting, as he raised it to his lips and drank of its con- tents. Then a strange scene followed. Lifting the quiet figure in hU arms, he carried it to a broad couch that stood in a far comer of the room, and laid it downâ€" 30 tenderiyâ€" upon the velvet cushions then lying down beside it, he drew the lovely head to its old restmg place upon hia breast, and fold- Muriel*'"â„¢^ ber-his beautiful dead Ho' r ^f'1 y°" '""' " l^'^^ly without me. darhng, he rnurmured, pressing hia lips to the marblexold forehead, "and now wf will sleep together." 1 ^° ^}V f?"" ^â„¢' ^^'eo bours later w nf^H V^^ Vioioxi^ silence in the cham- ber of death !-they forced the lock and en- Sv/v."'i P^«^io°« to going into that disturb him saymg that he wished to be alone with dead. But they did not dU^ turb him when they went in-Arundel An- t5ZrS."^°°" **^' reach of earthly di^. The summer for ^rhich Muriel had longed came-the bright, warm sun8hin7summer • but It only bestarred with flower^ the ' anusowKing and laughing\^||y moved slowly toward the \,l^^ h\ All but Richard Brandon; he,i„ eyes fixed upon the wasted .t» blaze of rose color and gold "^^ "^?*=^«^'°^^rd,takeAluriei.^, IS so tired. "P-H The childish voise rousp,! ,; he lifted her in his arms!! ftth'S leigh-his grand child. th'cMft so dearly and whose eyes andl • ""' like those of the womanTor wht beenntmed. '^nomgliei "Why you cry "aikedthelittl. â- . ously,forlookingupathrm??«^' the tears in his eyes. Bat he only kissel her hetl, 1 r.^ he had been thinking of a S? sea, wondering whether the flowlT planted vpon it were growins ,::»«-" =ry," saitKhiid,, both her arras arounds his neck loves you. Uncle Richard, Wei v much." I He kissed thesweet child-mouth »., ing as he brushed his tears awav "Dear little Muriel!" ' Then with the small golden head t upon his breast he walked slowlv wmding path to the house. Oh, noble, patient, faithful heart, somewhere â€" somewhere, thou peace (the end.) All Success and Medllorlty. be that grew over her grave. grass It was n^mg the close of a lovely June day, and the many windows of pfirWh Towers were gleaming like burnished K in the red rays of the setting sun On^ velvety green lawn a pleasant party sembleH Tho,.o «^ t^_^ P*"y velvet ic^hrL^jt!h^vrkV.T^ g«vely. «^ying to Arundel, wh?ltbi!S^ A^l ^^*/°° ^^ f°' °« before '" wifilS^^if"?*^ AU Arundel's^eart not done so, and that terrifaWfeM-Krew unon 'ai 'S^'f.""""' -^^^^ noa many things that went to s£^w h4,; GW more and Cyril Fairleigh wer^ ?w ?Jd the same. A watch inscribed. " Tn «.„ """ «ne from his affectioS^SSer, R^rfe leigh." a ring that.htaibeloAg^K-^" er before her marriaee w^k„ "-*?•** «^e engniv^d S 'of ft ^l^f inters «id the wedding ceSific^^Vi^ .-"L^S-iSlitd^SU"^?-" his arm. ".D»ta»r, what is it?" he asked in » stramed, nnaatnral xoiae, «-j iT^' lifted to DnMSSiiV^Aii' ^T i?« pale. ^^^^"Tv'^^wn and ashy pneamonia. answered qaioklT. It an. A,- "^r^K^y-^d^oie.PerTy ^H^^ "" V*'°'«'^**' ^^ little io^-S- old boy, Percy Evringham. junior we?^n a visit to EngUndâ€" ancTRini^ B '*° while the S^t^^.f'^^^^V three-year-old Muriel.^SrSe P^^^ wereplaymg together, running here 7nd cSSVrthe'Sai?^^^ ^e^nSt )a.J?Zgh^^tjSui:rSou^|,-^S^ 5e"fXSt^^tSS^^3ffilold°h;1f J."^^ -^a 'wfi^Xr' °0f rJSJSSd"'*£?S£^r^S n en, we may oe sure, prefa prizes of hte to the blanks but we« to assume therefore that all men the prizes at the price at which tL, be had. Whatever the special prize n which commends itself to amaii'il whether it be wealth, or fame, or pjid a recognizsd position in the world, he soon finds out that it is tot J gained by wishing for it. It must H if at all, by hard work by a pi struggle, which will be doubtful i time, and which may be very posibt cessful in the end. There are victti vanquished to bo found among 1 petitors., in life's race. To some 1 confident in their own resources, a_. ed with an energy and determinatiaiiil which can carry them over all there ia a positive charm in the choi road not distinctly marked out ins and in which dangers and adTentira i present themselves at any moment are resolved to succeed, and they do succeed. Possunt quia potie t They may be beaten back a thoiua but they push through and come 1 the goal. Others there are more pn more timid or less well furnished 1 fensive and defensive arms. Grestti they feel, are not for them, greatly 1 may wish for them, and gladly « would receive them on the tDlenil.l terms on which they are not to bet they make up their minds to do them and to put up with the best i alents that come iu their way. If t discontented, itisinan etiose.uipre sort of fashion which comes to not gives no promise of any fruit. Theyn always aware of what they are doinjij the appointed end which is only too r waiting for them. Gradually tin' dawns upon them. They have cbo»j| nobodies, and the choice once m»i"i easily to be reversed. They havep ease to exertion, the certainly things to the chance of great ones, little late for them to exclaim 1^ bargain when it haa been struck aciH out, or to complain that they are lotj they might have been if their pasty«^ been at once more laboriously •» ventureaomely spent. There arepw men who have neither the wisli^ power to be energetic. Neither l*»j nor downright idleness is to th^ ' They like aomething between tW" make-believe sort of work, a dece able way of getting something on e»if| and at no mental exertion whatevB' men are, so to say, the normal p^ the race â€" sound, steady, commonpjl sons, no geniuses and no fools, ^1 fair abilities, but with no °'ore |f I and seeking chiefly to go throogo'^g ly, and not to be put to the tronWe^ compelled to think or work 0^11 Time-i. mey settled. Two men were ^vrangling in H* City Hall the other day, wnen od» called out: "I tell you I don't owe yon noJ- "1 say you do " "And I won't pay it " "Then I'll sue you 1' At this point a pedestrian quired of the one ,„ "Do yoa honestly owe him • "Not a penny, sir " "And will you sue him for v-" of the other. "I wiU " "Give him seven dollars, pedestrian to the debtorâ€" and be glad to. If he sues verdict, and your expenaes least ten dollars. Give him " thankful that you are beaMg^ jussioe and a constable, "^^" two Tritmesses out of their fe» A satisfactory settlement Ihe spot. COD» will' .^'• *i;"i?LSKr '^i-