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 m'^^ IS STELLA OE, AT CROSS PURPOSES. CHAPTER ,VIII.â€" Continued. VARIATIONS FROM " yOBMA." " Can you uever be serious " she says, earnestly "do you not tee that what is play to you may be almost death to me "' " Who told yon it was play to me " " It nevtr can be anything else," she an- swers veiy padly. "Lily, you know that I mean to make yon my wife " " And you know that such a thing can never come to i;ass," she cries almost wildly; "think of the gap that divides me from you; of the difference between us of your moth- er's anger. No, no, it is impossible. You yourself would regret it in a week. I will never bring humiliation upon you, nor be the cause of dissension between you and your family let me go, Sir Edgar, and for pity's sake be manly enough to leave me in peace for the future." "You are, for a small woman with ante- lope-like eyes, the most obstinate apecimen of your sex 1 have ever cume acioss," answers Sir Edgar, half-lau_'hiEg, half-vexed, diaw- ing her nearer to him. She trembles and shivers beneath his strong hands. " Please â€" please " she entreats in a terri- fied whisper "If any one should tell your mother ' " Who on earth is to tel' you silly little woman Who is it you are frightened of?" "I am frightened of Maud." " Of Maud A child like thatâ€" Tpooh." "Indeed, she is less ot a child than you think she sees everything even now I feel as if she may be listeninc at the door. Please let me go. Oh Edear â€" Edgar " In her terror and agitation she drops the " Sir," which always offends him so might- ily he laughs triumphantly, and draws her once more upon his breast. " So you won't be my wife, Lily " "No." " Then I shall go on asking you till you consent, and I shall go on kissing yon when- ever I get the chance." She is quite quiet now, lying for a few de- lirious seconds at peace within his arms whilst he rains down kisses upon her flower- like face. At her heart she does not believe that he means more than to while away a few idle hours with her she does not credit him with very good intentions towards her, for she has knocked about the world a good deal, and she has learnt to disbelieve in the vows that men make to friendless and penni- less girls, who are but waifs upon life's stream. She tells heraelf, even as she suf- fers his caresses, that he is in all probability false and fickle like all other men but even while she is thinking it she is happy, for she loves him, and when he kisses her she is weak enough to be glad of it. She has told him that she will not enter into any en- gagement with him, because, knowing how great is the social distance between them, she does not believe he would ever honestly perform any engagement towards her and yet, believing this of him, she is not strong enough to help being happy in his pres- ence, or to forbid him from taking the con- viction of her love by force from her tremb- ling lips. And as she rests thus happy for one brief instant in his embrace the door behind them softly opens, and then closes again rapidly but not before Maud, coming back ready dressed for her walk, has been treated to a full view of the governess reclining in the arms of her eldest brother. Maud retires hurriedly into the passage. She is genuinely horrified, but also unfeign- edly delighted. What a delicious little piece of Ecandal to tell mamma when she comes home is this young lady's gleeful thought, and she feels quite proud aud puffed up with self-import- ance at the idea of being able to relate such a flagrant breach of propriety on the part of her governess. She waits, however, till her brothers and sisters come down, and th.^n all four children come into the school-room to- gether, by which time Miss Finch is putting away the lesson-books, and Sir Edgar Dyson is stand icg discreetly at the farther side of the table. " Dear me aren't you ready Miss Finch ' sfiys Maud, with prim displeasure. " I thought you would have been dressed long a^o " "I am going directly, Maud. I shall not be a minute, " murmurs Lily, apologeti- cally. " Who can this be coming up the drive?" cries Willie, who is dancing abcut by the window. Lily iook.s up. " I am afraid," s' e .says quietly, "that you children will hive to go out by your- selves this morning, for here is mamma come to see me." " Yes, it's Mrs. Finch, and Mr, Ailing- ham is with her. Perhaps he has brought me the marbles he has promised me," says lom.^ "Very likely," says Lily, smiling, and trying to look as if she were pleased. But Sir p]dgar Dyson mutters a very naughty word below his breath, and makes his escape from the school-rcom hur- riedly, with a brow as black as a thunder- cloud. CHAPTER IX. THE TUKNIP MACHINE. Mrs. Finch comes into the school-room at Barfield by a side door, Norman Allingham making his way round to the front cf the house to join Sir Edgar in his library. Maud and the younger ones just stop to shake hands with their governess's mother, and then they take themselves off out of doors into the garden. Mrs. Finch is in the habit of coming over from Wrexham once a week to visit her daughter. Directly, it was through Mrs. King's kind oflBces that Lily obtained her situation in Lady Dyson's family but, in directly, Mrs. Finch had worked and schemed for it secretly fcr along time, for Mrs. Finch thought there was a j,ood deal more to be done in this part of the world by a pretty girl, with a clever mother to put her up to things, than the mere teaching of geography and history to four awkward and uninterest- ing children. " So Lady Dyson is away, I hear," says Mis. Finch, es Ehe unties her bonnet-strings and rtlponds, aomewhat coldly, to her daughter's kiss. " Yes, she went up to town yesterday, but she is to be back to-morrow morning. " vVell, I think it will be a goood op- portunity for you to come over to Wrex- ham with me to spend the afternoon. You can easily give the children a half-holi- day.' "I think I had rather not leave them whilst Lady Dyson is away, mamma. Another day will do quite as well for me to come." .,, "No that is just what another day will not do. These French cousins are commg to Wrexhamâ€" one of them has telegraphed to say she will arrive to-night. It is your last chance." " My last chance of what, mamma? "Why, you foolish child, of getting Nor- man to yourself. Who knows what harm this girl may do when she comes. "But I don't at all want to get Norman to myself, "answers Lilysmiling. "And.indeed, 1 had much rather not come to-day. I don t think Sir Edgar " "What on earth has Sir Edgar to do with it " cries the mother, sharply. " I hope, Lily, you are not such an utter goose as to fancy that he is likely to take any notice of you." Poor Lily crimsons painfully, and looks down in silence. "Now, Lily, if you have been silly enough to allow your thoughts to dwell upon Sir Ed;;pr, I shall be very angry with you in- deed," continues her mother. " Did I not warn you when first you came here to keep out of the wav of tho^e two men All the Dysons are alike. Why, Walter Dyson is a regular black sheep they say he makes love to every woman he meets and then ill- treats her then he cannot speak a word of truth." "Well, mamma," said Lily half-laughing, "I don't see why you should scold me about him. Why, he has been in Paris for more than three months he has only been at Barfield twice since I have been here. I have hardly ever spoken to him." "I have only mentioned him to show you what sort of men they are, and the character they bear. His brother is just as bad â€" false and deceitful." " That I Jim sure he is not " cried Lily, indignantly, blushing furiously. Her mother looked at her sharply. "If you have been so foolish as to allow Sir Edgar to flirt with you, Lily, you have done a very silly thing, and my advice to you is to put a stop to it at once. He will make you pretty speeches, and flatter you he may even presume to kiss you but he will never woo you honestly nor make you his wife. Child, 1 knew the Dysons before you were born I knew their father. They are all alike." And Mrs. Finch had reason to speak as she did for years ago, before her heart had grown hard, or her life had become turned into the miserable groove of mercenary cun- ning which was now her only object, she, too, had been a governess at Garfield to a Miss Dyson, now dead and gone, and there had been fair and false words spoken to her in that very room by Sir Edgar's father â€" words that had spoilt and altered her whole life. It was no wonder that she hated his sons As to Lily, she was almost in tears. At her heart she believed that her mother was right, and that Sir Edgar meant nothing serious by the fine words and caresses which she, alas had been weak enough to allow but it was hard to be warned against him, and to be told how false he was. " If you have anything to tell me about him, Lily, you had better make a clean breast of it at once," said the mother. " I have nothing to tell you about him," she answered slowly. Not for worlds would she have confided her poor little story to her mother, Mrs. Finch thought it best not to pursue tbe subject. " Very well," she said, " I am glad of it. For instead of wasting vain thoughts on Sir Edgar, you will be doing far better if you turn your attention to Norman Allingham, who is a good, honest fellow, and will really be far better off than Sir Edgar, who is but a poor man after all, with a mother and a whole family of brothers and sisters on his hands. Now, Norman would never make up to any woman ui less he meant to her to be his wife." " Mamma, I don't care in the very least for Norman Allingham, and I am quite sure he does not care for me." " If so, it is because you have neglected every opportunity you have had. 1 am de- termined that you shall marry him." Poor Lily icoKed as frightened as if her mother had had a licence ready drawn up in her pocket, and was prepared to marry her out of hand to Mr. Allingham, with or without his consent, within the next hour. ' ' If you will do as I tell you, and leave everything to me, I will manage the whole business for you, Lily." "But mamma, I would rather do anything than marry him. Indeed I don't want to marry anybody I am very happy as I am," said poor Lily, piteously clasping her hands together for it was shocking to her more refined and delicate mind that her mother should deliberately plan to capture a hus- band for her. But before she had time to plead her dismay and dislike to the whole scheme, the door opened, and the two young men entered. " You must come down to the farm and see my new machine for chopping turnips," said the baronet cheerily, shaking hands with Mrs. Finch. " All the children are coming, and your daughter has said she will come too." "Thank you. Sir Edgar but I am tldnk- ing of taking my daughter back to Wrex- ham this afternoon," answered Mrs. Finch, rather stiffly. " Oh but there is plenty of time for you to come round by the farm first indeed, I cannot take a refusal." I {Edgar Dyson had a pleasant, winning man- nerâ€" it was almst impossible for I\Irs. Finch to decline the expedition. Su: Edgar did not, however, gain much by the proposed walk. The four children weut on in front Lily, out of modesty, shrank behind whilst Norman, with an easy familiarity, took his plac^ by her side, to that the baronet was perforce obliged to walk before them, with Mrs. Finch for his com- panionâ€"an arrab^emen which, much as that lady herself approved of it, was hardly to his own satisfaction. I INorman wid LUy walked on for some min- ates in silence. They had not much to say to each other thep saw each other frequently, and they caUed each other by their Christian names. There was a sort of coasinehip between them which warranted the familianty, the de- funct Mr. Finch bavine been a second cousin of old Mr. King's. Norman thought Lily a dear, sweet-tempered Uttle thing, without much to say for herself Lily liked Normwi because he was kind to herself, and took pains to be more civil to her mother than his grandfather was, otherwise she thought very little about him. There never had been the slightest symptom of love-making between them. „ " So your cousins from France are coming to live at Wrexham, I hear," said Lily, at length, more for the sake of some- thing to say than because she took any particular interest in the unknown Miss Kings. ., " Yes, one of them arrives to night. ' Is she pretty? 'asked Lily listlessly.with her eyes fixed upon Sir Edgar's broad back in front (if her. A sudden tlush swept over Norman s fair face but Lily did not see this because she was considering deeply whether she would ever have strength of mind enough to pre- vent the baronet from behaving to her as though he were her lover. Something, how- ever, m Norman's voice, as he answered her, made her look up at him. " She is more than pretty, she is lovely," he said slowly. "Oh I am very glad of that." an- swered Lily heartily, "You like her, of course " "No; I don't think anybody could like her," answered Norman coldly. Lily opened her eyes, " Because," he con- tinued, "she has what is a fatal blot upon any woman's beauty and charm â€" a terrific temper.' " Really? what a pity " said Lily, with some interest. " A bad-tempered woman is like a dis- torted flower nothing can be more repulsive to meet with than mortal ugliness where one expects to find nothing but beauty and harmony. I think a man, whose wife has a violent and ill-controlled disposition, is very much to be pitied. You, Lily," turning suddenly to her, with a smile, " you have the sweetest temper I have ever met with I have often noticed it and admired it." Lily blushed a little with a vague sense of uneasiness, and turned slightly away. "I am sorry your cousin is so unamiable," she said, to divert the conversation from herself; "and the other one " " I have never seen Cecily, and she is not^ coming to Wrexham just yet," he answered, rather shortly. Truth to say, the whole subject of his two cousins was rather distasteful to Norman just now. He was angry with Cecily for not coming, and angry also with Stella for coming alone for, in spite of his indignant condemnation of her temper, he knew that at heart her beauty would very probably disturb his peace. And then Norman was angry with his grandfather for limiting his choice cf a wife to these two sisters, and was half-disposed to determine that he would marry Lily or any other girl whom he might meet, if only he could throw every other consideration to the winds and follow his own fancy in the matter. Not that he cared about Lily, only she was neither Stella whom he had seen, and who troubled his dreams nor yet Cecily, whom he had not seen, but who seemed to take a malicious pleasure in avoiding his presence. "What business had she to stay in France when he wanted her in England," he said to himself irritably. And, for the time, both the sisters were odious to him, and Lily's attractions stood out forcibly in contrast to them. Meanwhile they had reached the farm, and Sir Edgar turned round to called them into the covered shed where the machine had been draw n up. Farm machinery was a hobby of Sir Edgar Dyson's, and although not one of his hearers knew anything about the subject, or cared very much about it, he took a great delight in explaining and expounding the workings of all the different wheels, and cogs, and joints of the machine. Only Lily listened intently, with her soft brow- puckered up eagerly, trying hard to under- stand where the turnips were put in and what happened to them inside, and how they managed to come out of it chopped up, giving her whole mind to the process as though the breaking up into pieces of the homely vegetable were the one thing on earth she was most anxious to learn about. But that was because Sir Edgar was inter- ested in it, and every true woman tries to sharti and enter into the tastes of the man she loves. Somehow it came to pass, that in spite of all Mrs. Finch's vigilance, these two came to be separated a little from the others. It is diflacult quite to know how it happened Alice called Mrs. Finch to come into the poultry-yard and look at her own special white hen, of which she was very proud • and Norman, at the same minute, happened to wander away to the shed where the other children were busy inspecting the cows Suddenly Edgar looked up, and perceived that ne and Lily were left alone in the bam with the machine he instantly ceased his essay on turnip-cutting, and took hold of her hand. "I suppose your mother has been settine you against me, as usual?" he saia, rather roughly. Lily looked pained. "Indeed, Sir Edgar. I think she is quite "f h't It^ f "^^""â- m'*^ *^^" i" her eyes, 'and I thmk you will end by driving m^ away from here." ° They were the hardest words she had ever spoken to him. »ucver " So it has come to that-that you think fa '^^-T"'^?* y°" "« afraid of me? I d«a t think much of your lo^ • Lily " She tried to draw her hand'awav bnh ho held It tightly and would nof l^'Lo " o.I^^rSXs1?yTKe1:rrnr^^^^^ t=rrt\:vi;d^^^-^°--to-"« ^pnng^gu^t^^itt."'"*^ '^^" -^' '» "Dear me, Miss Finch, how very extranr dinary Where are the children LlyS morning I heard voices and btoDued th* carriage to see who washere and.^Sr me^ cani believe my eyes ^--tirSTg t^^d] her son. as if she hod only JM* perceived him-" yott, Edgar " It m impossible to describe the mingled amazement and hor- ror with which Lady Dyson spoke her son a But as to Lily, if the earth could only have opened and swallowed her up, she wo aid have been very thankful. CHAPTER X. STELLA LOSES HER TEMPER AGAIN. Wrexham Hall looked very gaunt and dreary as Stella King drove up alone to it in the dim gleam of the winter evening. Every- thing about the long facade, with its pon- derous lows of white columns and its impos- ing Grecian portico, looked wealthy and solemn and intensely respectable but was scarcely calculated to impress confidence or cheerfulness within the heart of the desolate girl who had come alone to find a home be- neath its roof. As the fly which had been thought good enough to bring her and her modest luggage from the station drew up noisily upon the stone flags under the porch, Stella s heart sank within her, and she could not help thinking bitterly of Cecily's selfish desertion Two powdered footmen, splendid creatures in crimson and black, flung open the doors to receive her, and ushered her into the large and well-lighted hall. No one else was there to welcome her. Her heart sank within her as she followed one of them down a long corridor and when the man entered a door at the further end of it, and told her respectfully that she would find Mr. King there in his study, Stella plucked up her courage, and determined to meet her grandfather with that spirit of independence and self-respect which was natural to her. The old man was seated by his table read- ing by the light of a shaded lamp. He rose at her entrance, and Stella thought his long, angular figure would never come to its full height as it raised itself slowly out of the depths of his low, leathern arm-chair. In all her life he had never seen anyone so thin and tall. "How d'ye do?" he said, not very graciously, holding out his long, claw-like hand to her. " Why didn't your sister come with you I think she ought to have come I am very much oispleased that she should have begun by disobeying me." ' I am very sorry that you are vexed, grandpapa. I think, too, it would have been better if she had come her but she had such a tempting invitation so Paris, and she is very young " " Thereâ€" there that will do," "he inter- rupted, irritably, " I don't want to hear a whole list of excuses. I suppose your mother has brought you up like trench girls, to do just as you pleass, and go your oy^n way." " I dont think Fre: c'l girls go their own way at all," said Stella smiling. "As a rule, they are kept far more ttiictly than English girls." Mr. King looked a little surprised. Itwas rather astonishing to him to be answered and contradicted by this slight, fair girl. The young lady seemed to have plenty of self-confidence, at all events. Perhaps the old man did not think any the worse of her for it. "Come here and let me look at you," he said, shortly, prudently dropping the dis- cussion concerning the education of French girls. He drew uer near to him, and held up the lamp so that it fell full upon her love- ly face. He was evidently not displeased by what he saw, for his expression softened a little. " So you are the young lady who refused to marry my heir, Norman Allingham " he said, rather roughly. Stella colored with a little natural indigna- tion. " I certainly refused him," she an- swered composedly. "Well, I'm sorry you didn't hit it off, for you have your father's good looks. Is your sister as pretty as you are ' " I am sure I don't know," acswered Stella, and she could not help laughing a little at this strange catechism through which the old man was putting her, "we are con- sidered alike.' " Humph " He dropped her hand, and put the lamp down again upon the table " You were a goose to refuse him," he said, shortly " it's so much the worse for you, and so much the better for her. 1 shall only allow her to stop in Paris a month. You children don't seem to have understood that I am your natural guardian, and as long as you are under age you are bound to obey me â€" do you here " looking at her rath- er savagelyâ€" "to obey me." " Yes, I hear you, grandpapa, and I will do my best to be dutiful," she answered, quietly, adding, however, after a moment's pause, "as long as you only require from me what is right and reasonable." She was a brave girl to have said that, and after she had said it she was half afraid he would be angry. But this odd old man o^'y laughed with a sort of a little inward chuckle, as though he were very much amused. Her fearlessness was rather fas- cinating to him, aud all unknown to her, remmded him of her dead lather, towards whom h:s withered old heart had softened when he had heard of his death, "What on earth made you come at such an hour?" he said, changing nhe subject. 'Dinner has been over long ago it is a most awkward time of day to arrive." '•I could not held the boats and the trains." said Stella, smiling. "Well, I couldn't keep dinner waiting for you I never alter my dinner hour for any- body, I suppose you are not hungry "1ook. ing at her sharply as though he dared her to own to such a thing, But Stella was q uite undaunted. "indeed, I am very hungry indeed. I hopevou will allow me something to eat.' "What a dreadful thing a young appetite 19 you children eat at all hours and destroy your digestions for life," he said grumbline- ly. W hen you are my age the coats of your 1 stomach will be gone." 1 " " 'o°g a^I have a coat to my back," began Stella, laughingly but hfcr grand- father opened hi« eyes at her so alarmingly for daring to turn his words into a joke. that her harmless little jest died away upon her "Go and find Mrs. Finch, and ask her to "/wK^'^tS^^^^*® ***•" « «"«! sternly, fi A J^^?./?^- f ""'• and where am Ito fand her inquired Stella. IN A NUTSH HEAITB ooa. "" pOMKSTIC. ♦!.« steamer Ludw *y» • vork of Ottawa der full da Ihe senior part By Bui! Whiletryi^g,^ spine and put tome neJT"' H lumbar vertebrae, this .^^JP^ffiv, occasion to thoroughly T'^S, I L. ject of so-called health £^« beef tea, inundations, tZt " C bran mash, soups, condftio;^' "^^ ham gems, ground feed P°»iieti^W^j thtA *ie »""'" ,,'â€" mush, and other hen f ^^ i^Miti" "^l Smith, Welland into the invalid who ul '^i himself. "'ooweektj Of course it stands to r lucta^t and tlatte.ing S "tlj won back to earth and ,oT ^U in the leaden eye, unle4i^f;'»ot. relative to the food bv rr» ' K ture may be made to assm he'r^i*^ I do not care to sav tn tl " the columns of the lee Pr *°" woo from eternity tbo tr ^\'v^^* »( pie. Wehh rabbit ^nd'th""^^' will not do at first, b'".*" speaking the sentiLnents nf T^ emaciated constituency u-iitn^j^' Pat com i'C'S'a; appointed 'ff%e Middlesex '^ffysh deceased. nts are numerous from f 'P^ ^LhBorhood of Ki "Tofbelpatpres«it city ,t.atbatMr. Wm^l' -iited governor of Carle A White, livery stabl« riived probably fatal fro BB OONTDnJKD.l Oitl 'at the a const there is getting to be a strong feeiV oatmeal submerged in mi'k anl "o strawberry short cake â„¢favi I almost ate myself into an earw Apri by flying into the face of fi and demoralizing old tJanri- ,.1,7 I ate oatmeal two weeks and that time my friends we're tel.â„¢ v but before it w-as too la e I W shackles that bound me. With tion born of a terrible anr,r,v, and shook off the 5ata S^ began to eat beefsteak. It £t trembling in the balance and there change m the quotations of beef bn, on there was a slight, delicate hl^, wan cheek and range cattle that had escaped a long, severe winter oa t4 began to apprehend a new daiga seek the secluded canyons of fK» L, mountains. M.P.I from his horse. pavid McLella^. has bL-^ of New Brunswic! a narrow i fnnty, has been sworn in bad letary visitors „ while attempting 1 slides at Ottawarecer Phalen, the Boston treal. will be taken to riS of the extradition pa Cticooke Cotton Co. Send recently as a p 'to the present depresi ktertow 1 canyons of the inact I of ten thought while I was eatb tJ food and waiting for death, how the and other invited guests at the post i jFOuld start back in amazement to fejl remnants of an eminent man filled i bran Through all the painful hours of th':] long night and the eventless day, Ttiiei mad throng rushed onward like i river towards eternity's ocean, this t was uppermost in my mind, I tried to] the physician to promise that hewoildl expose me and show the world what a I low mockery I had been and how Hm] ceived my best friends. I told his whole truth and asked him to spani family the humiliation of knowing i though I might have led a blameletsl my sunny exterior was only a thincovi for bran and shorts and middlings, est wheat and pearl barley. I dreamed last night of hem m i city where the streets were pav-ed wal toast and the buildings were looiec i toatt and the scil was branandoatmesJ the water was beef tea and gruel. once it came over me that I had solveill great mystery of death and had beaa signed to a place of eternal pnniskd The thought was horrible 1 A miihoiel nities in a city built of dry toast and o meal A home for never-ending ages, where the principal hotel andtiieii office building aud the opera house v built of toast, and the fire aepartii squirted gruel at the devouring elementi ever It was only a dieam. but it hasi more thoughtful, and people notice tial am not so giddy as I was.â€" i)tf« ' Press. Amero, the Digby with the murder o M nMass.. is still in jtiBi? a warrant for his e: i^gb and Game Proted ye made out a case aga Flamboroforobstructm into the bay asm jurioi of fish. ,ouDg lads, sons of well Lachine, named Uawe virg recently, when th .locomotive and killed 'rown out and hurt. tbe rear of St Paul's b Hamilton, the foundat tiful school room. ^^ h .finished it will cost ov( ilt of Hamilton Mountain iBank U.VITED STATES. of Leadville, Co Summer In Crowded New Yort, In the allevway of a tenement in Xewli a baby nestled in the arms of a youDi' Its face was covered with red spots « the doctor said were due to deW nutrition. In the top of No.- a ciula sprawled out on a lied, too weak to a away the flies which assailed it. A over the roof took the doctor into 0; A baby was convulsed with a coifik. " Uoctor put his ear to its heart and a:v critical txd:a;uatio:i said i; had a tosc: Dronchitis. Like a dead child a .ittle lay among the bed-clothing in the iroDt on the same floor. Its hands w.-re tsf over its head aud it moved uueasilj. the top Ujorof the same tenements J had been sick for eight days and no ow had been called to see it. Sewing- machines rattle from moW^i night in a towering tenement at Eisex street. Hundreds ol Poles iive'i building and earn a living ^y clothing. They work, cook, eat aw in the same rooms, which are lar cleanly. The children pant m the ' raaH rooms and pine for want ^. -- l of atteuuo3; one room four men bent over „5si their machines, two women too/^ 'â-  :1 the fire and pressed the lin'^hed cW' while children cried on the tlaor. women and children were sallo«, ana the atmosphere-. f rem the stove made tuc The people toiled uuceasu.-' £el the pittance which they earned ^^^^^ body and soul together, and haanu ' £_ j-'_..4. ..u, i,.,„;.V.o^ rf the intruders. sted. Oa did they look up wheu sccosj ^^.^.^ upper floor a wrinkled hag eroone crying child. A woman sat on t the roof of No.- rocking a child iQ .. A little wind was stirring i^^'%2 ^^^l grateful to the little one. ^e'" water "stood in pools. A boy ^^^^.^ ^^^t stone-paved court, upon water stood in poo his feet drew himself over 'IM this fitted to his legs below his kne ^^^ Cainese have got a bad smell in^i^ ^^., diwn below," said he, "but all right. "â€"xV. y. Time-i. G^^t^ Reminder ^^^^„i HusbanJs are so stupid i" ffiie«." man who went to town "'t^n ° cedatw' errands, and was sorely perp'" u^ re»:i Bomethine on his return, untu j^. home and found he had toTgoi^^^^^„ reminds somebody of a ^f"" „„ffliss'*| phia who gave her husband s^ ^^^^m to execute" in New York. *^^^7org«*jl back-that he had executed hvei«'^^^ the ikst. It was an order for an ^e^ sentenc for a Sunday-school r^^ed «^ a good deal astonished whenne ,_.^^ reply: " Unto us this day a ^^^^^ two feet wide and nine 'f y^^aajK itok's Drawer, in Harper s August. 1 Staub, director of th conded with S.OOO sole tizens. report is abroad in New '!» try is in the city looking irdt's scalp. fcmdred persons were j I church sociable at t [Bridgeport, Conn, the ne works were nearly 1 The flames broke out iNashville, Tenn., Dav |ames Smith, his stepf; near Spartz. Dinges, has been arrested. monument to be erect [Gen. George A. Cust Bull's band in 1S76, is It was made in S Drawbaugh Teleph( any, will do business 1 States. The capital hens. I the 565 deaths in Ph [342 or more than tl and of these 1 infantum, a death ra iBwimming master, givir Pontchartrain, at Ne Itered a sword fish, whi fpturing. In the saw CESEKAL. ismarck is still ill. M Pope is indisposed t Henry Tyler has saile nada. He French Cabinet hi la Government measur Ms M. O'Connor, Hoi Piigo County, is dead. [case suspected to be Pvered in London dock: ks. « death of General S ' » illiams, the gallant 'nounced. Fjsrumoredthat Dr. V fUmtedeChambord |«Bect8 of poison. 'is stated that Prof. 1 F because he drew a dea iinerican duel. Berlin despatch says has appeared at B p have occured. rKjUh missionaries an( rterior of Madagasc Preachbg the coast. l*!^*^?lnokj,Austrc I' foreign Affairs has 'weEmperorof Gen Ij'i^ernool Town C «»e threatened xm\ "•* of rags from I •"saDeLaRamee, ' ^ndon Times in fa ^f J treaty with 1 conference of publis toU^^* recently mad S^^ Peterhoff P moua persons were PP»"|_i8 about to abo the inspectioi ' ports from Engl I !1^^"*8 have be ntit JP^'^^ of the JIJ If Cholera spreads ^haai Bia despuch si cbiidi^rSi Sw"