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 wm nmilintpa^vpn!^! w ui^ijm(^j4':-i ., ., The World Would Be Better 4 f ;^ i. â-  • "V. It X â-  1 :k t » h** « I 1 If And let 8 tn hm' If writ in biOBMi hctrt^ Seemed biNtBr tnaii i^ If mei iaotfad of nil Would leftm to hate i If more relied cm Kys Toe woilA wovlo^ If men dealt le.a in stocks and lands. And more in b:^Vi uil d«e]8 fraternal If Love's work ti jl luore wlll'Dg tandd. To link th« world to t^e fenpersal; If men etcred ap Love s o'l and wiho, Ai d on binlsM ianman hsarts wooLl pour it; If ' }oii'b" and 'mibe" wonid once combine â€" The world woold be tha better for it. If n ore wou'd sot the play of Uf'S, And /ewer spoil it i i rehear -ai Jf tigorr'r woTUd sheathe its knife 1 ill go d became more universal li caB'om. grav wita age gttiwn. Had (ewKr bli^'d men 'o odore it I'MLlent Bh^wn for tmtb Plcn^ â€" The world would be tlie bett :r for it. If mun wer-i wise in little thingsâ€" Afficticg lefs in all their dea ings â€" If heart- had fewer ma.ed atringa To isolate their kindly fef licg If men, when wron^ beais down the right, ' ould BtriRf) tijiret er and res-ore it If igh' made might in evtry fightâ€" The world wou.d be the better ai it. AVENGED OB, CALM AFTER STOBM CHAPTER II.-(0ONTINUED.) " ' Look here, Harriet 1" he said, coming close ap to the table where I aat at work, and finprerlng his cable-chain rather nervoasly. ' We'll hare no more of that, if yoa please xaj home is going to be yours for the rest of yoar life, and, to set yoar mind at ease, I will tell yon the real state of the case. I won't deny to yoa, 'he wenb on, growing suddenly red in tha face, and turning the contents of my work-basket over in the moat reck- less fashion â€" 1 won't deny that I was just a little disappointed in Julia when we first met. Of course time had stood still with her in my thoaghts, and I want- ed the bloom and freshness of twenty years back. In fact, I was unjust enough to think her a little old-maidish and af- fected, poor soul but that was my fault, of course, and has nothing to da with the present matter, ' he added, with a sudden fierce look, as though he defied me to contradict him, which 1 had not the slightest idea of doing. Seeing this, he iaished more mildly, and in a very feeling manner. " What I mean to say La, the marriage will be a good thing for us all â€" for me and my children, who are all at sixas and sevens, with no mistress at the head of a big house for you two, you may have some peace and comfort at the end of your days, if you did not get it at the beginning- I could not find it in my he»t and conacienca to go bick to Aajtralia and leava you two girls tolling tor your daily bread ' " " What a J. ood, kiad man " Cresalda cries, with a little thrill of unselfish en- thusiasm. ' I am sure you will be glad to go, Mls3 Smerdon 1 I am sure you will be happy in Mr. Osborne s home " "That's as may be, child," Is the doubtful ansirer. " If I am not, lb will be from no lack of kindness on his part, for, if ever a good man lived, ho is one. However, the cSit is. one I cannot afford to refuse, for I am getting an old woman, and the new-fashioaed teaching is just a little beyond me and, when I cease to teash, I may as wdll cease to live, for there will be little enough for me to live on but, Ores^ida, have you thought of how aU these changes will affect you " Cressida doep not answer immediately. Slowly but surely she is realizing, with a sickening sort of chill, that the gates of the past â€" the gates that shut In her innocent untroubled childhood â€" are closing for ever behind her that she is standing, breathless and trembling, upon the thres- hold of a new strange world. Beech House is to close, the Misse" are to pass away to another hemisphere, and be known to her no more. It has been no very pleasant home but it is the only one ^e has ever known, They have not been kind or tender guradians but they have grimly parodied all the sweet and sacred ties of life to the orphan girl, and she clings to them now with a passion that surprises herself. Whether she stands literally alone in the world or has some claim on some one's love and protection Cressida Leigh does not know, and the Misses Smerdon are as ignorsKt ab she. Tlurteen years ago, heryoung^ mother had come ttf Beech House College as a lady-boarder, bringkig the little gbl of three as a pupil into the school. But her stay was not a long one. The hand of death was on the fair girlish brow of the young widcw, whose soft pathetic eyes touched Harriet Smerdon's heart with an unwonted pity and in leas than a year she had quietly passed away from a world that had been too hard for her. 'You will keep my little Crenida," she had S3dd wlta her last faint breath. ' There are a few hundreds â€" that will pay you till she can teach in her turn â€" my poor baby â€" it Is all that I am do for her I" It was not a charge Miss Smerdon much cared for but she was a kind- hearted woman In the main, and ahe kald not look into the eye* over which the film of death was glazing and refnae that earnest prayer. MoreoTar, •â-  Mia Julia suggested, the immediate Imndreda would come in naeful In the hand-to- moath extatoioe of a nnall Btraggling •chool. And so Boaamond Leigh paaaed away almost contentedly, leaving her ehlld in the saf e ahdte^ of thoce grimlj- f olded arms and the lutle (hewida be- came a part and paioel of Beech Hooae Academy, and grew up tlMcrai, knowing n«tM«ig utd leee thta nothing of the world that lay bef ond tta walls. It haa been a doll Riay Uf e, brightene h«avy te»- wn her pale cheeks and fall drop py drop on her clapped hands. V " D jn't, child " Miss Smerdon cries, in tones of sharp remonstrance and she rises and paces the dii|dy-llghted room. In a Napoleonic attitude of agitation, her large head bent forward, her arms crossed behind her l»6k. The sight of the w;oe- begone white face stabs her like a knif a- thrnst, and the slender dejected figure introduces a new element of doubt and discord into her well matured plans. "If yoQ cry so â€" if yon take the matter like that, I will not go " Her energy at once calms and frightens Cressida. She rouses herself with a vig- orous effort, and smiles bravely through her tears. " It was only for a minute. I was a great coward," she says apologetically. " You have made all your arrangements, then " " All but taose that concern you," is the gloomy answer. "Julia talks of put- ting your name down as a governess agancy or recommending you to a private family but " The color flashes again over Cresaida's pale face, and she says rapidly â€" " Don't let my future trouble yon â€" " " Don't talk preposterous nonsense 1" Is the tart answer, while Miis Snsrdon rubs her hands more vigorously than ever, and flicks a stray teirdrop from her stubby gray lashes. ' You might as well tell me not to breathe, child 1 When we are away, and the house shut up fio, I can't do ib " she adds,rising and stamp- ing her foot with sudden determination. " The desertion would be too base and cruel 1 Your mother would come back and haunt me I" Cressida stares at the excited woman with eyes of wildeat wonder. Is ib really Miss Smerdon, her hard unsympathetic task-mlstreas, who is thus oddly moved Are those tears that glitter in the heavy lustreless eyes Is ib a sob that shakes the dictatorial voice "i Cressida's breath comes faster, her heart is strangely thrillea and touched she feels as though she has ren- dered hitherto a loveless obediance in a wholly different light. If the school-life could but come over again she would oxdy be too glad to please this Miss Smerdon, Cressida thinks but the school-days are passed and done with now. " Oh, you may well look puzzled, child 1 " Mils Smerdon's voice is sharpen- ed by tha punful agitation of herthoughts, for nature is unkind in very way to the poor school-mistress in whose aspect even sentimeiit grows shrewish. " I neve seemed to care for you â€" I dare say you hated the cross old woman who worked and worried your life oufa." " No, no " Cressida interrupts re- morsefully bub Miss Smerdon nods her old head. " Little blame to you, if you did, child but I tried to do my duty, and keep my promise to your poor young mother, though I did it in a grudging fashion, I admit." And now the large band tightens with sudden energy on the girl's slender shoulder, the rugged face grows almost noble in its look of renunciation and re- solve. " Noâ€" Julia and her husband most go without me I will not leave you f rien d- less and alone," All Cresaida's frank and generous na- ture thrills in quick responsive answer to the gene rous words her fear of the wo- man and her promise of secrecy are alike foi^otten as she flings her warm young arms round the withered neck, and sola out the confession that will set Harriet Smerdon's mind at rest. " I am not alone, not friendless I am to marry Monsieur Isadore St. Just " ids befoce her wii proudly-Ufted heed, I lover's d^fbe*.." nothingjSioa^ ' hjii^oi lonely, vei^'^iapwlee^ '••, as I thought «iU tor^ht aehyaUe-lookthiAbr lang to Hamrt Si ipitled m/ limelinttBl' was very^ very kind to me." " "^iiiJLitM Bfif i men usually are kind ± »iiâ€" "^QQ^" jji„ Smerdon ^rWdâ€" littie CHAPTER III. The words are far from having the reas- suring effect that Cressida Leigh expect- ed. Miss Smerdon repeats them in any- thing but a delighted tone, and unclasps the clingiog arms energetically, so that she may more easily survey the brightly- blushing face. What she reads there seems to startle her still more. If Cres- sida had been six, instead of sixteen, she could not be more utterly surprised than she is by the idea that she should have taken to herself a lover, and be calmly looking forward to her married Ufe. " Julia is too old decidedly," she says irritably. " I do not eoiinael any one to wait too long but you Why, child, you are not oat of your short frocks yet 1" And she glances at the shr.rt gray skirt beneath wUch the pretty feet are all too plainly shown then, as Ctessida flashes a little indignantly, her thoughts fly o at a fresh angle. ** Isidore St. Just, too I" she repeats, as thoogh there lay some cause of offence in the syllables of the pretty on-English name. "I've no great opinion What did he mean by filling your little fool's head with his ridicoloos romance t" Cressida Leigh Is loyal above all things and Miss Smenlon is wounding her loy- al^ now. Mere pnaorid abase she has borne and will bear patiently enoaj(h bat there mast be no laalk found with her lover. ** \oa must not say tnat, don," she sajs bnvuy and Smer- her look is so oompoesed ami womanlT that all in a moBSiib the tiioof^t of love and muriage In oonneotion with little Cressida grows leas and less abaord in Hazrie. Smerdon's qrMâ€"beo(»nes indeed a possible, though startling solution ci her diflEioollj. And, ^lile she tarns it over and ponden it, to com- ments in a judstdtsly-inaudible grunt. Aloodshe says, with sadden debermtn- atioa-t-« f " Wj^never mind the preliminaries, ciSiii The long and the short of the mat- ter is â€" ^yoa and my French master have fallen in love with one another. Isn't that itr She takes the little nod and rosy glow for a suflident answer, and goes on cross- " Of COUTS9 I wish old Dupont had had the decency to keep his rheuma/ism at bay. Nobody ever fell in love with him, and, to do him justice, I never heard of his trying to turn a schoolgirl's head." " Miss Smerdon " Cressida interrupts, such baming indignation in her look and tone that, cross and troubled as she is, the schoolmistress cannot keep back a faint ^mile. "Oh, yes, I know 1" she continues grimly. " Poor old Dupont â-  took snuff, wore a scratch wig, and had not a half dozen teeth in his old jaws but he was the soul of honor. And his handsom e fascinating deputy Well, never mind I am not going to say any more now. Monsieur St. Just wants to marry yon soon " A very faint, hesitating " Yes " drops timidly from Cressida's red lipa. " Whit means has heâ€" what position to off jr you " Cressida rounds her bronze-brown eyas in^ simple wonder. If Miss Smerdon knows nothing of her French master's ways and means, her own ignorance up- on the point is by many degrees blanker still. He is kind and handsome, and he lo es her. These salient facts are all she knows or cares to know of the man in whose charge she is about to commit her life. " I do nob know," she says, in a child- ishly-apologetic tone â€" for she reads in the other's face that she has in some way acted foolishly. " He did not Bayny- thing about â€" about that sort of thing, and of course I did not ask him." "But 1 will," Miss Smerdon says, drawing her desk bef ore her as she speaks bub Cressida, with a flash of remembrance that pales her lately-bluahiDg face, lays one slim hand upon the thin arm clad in the merino sleere. " Pray do nob do that," she cries quick- ly " he will be so vexed 1 He told me " "To keep this affiir a secret â€" not to trust ma?" Harriet Smerdon finishes, with a flush of righteous indignation. " Then the more reason that I should call him to account. No, child " â€" raising her hand with an old imperative gesture that Cresaida Leigh has all her hfe un- questionlngly ol^yed â€" "you are only wasting breath â€" I am your guardian, your mother's representative, and I shall act for you here, whether you like it or not. If Isidore St. Just b an honorable man and a gentieman, he can marry yoa when John marries Julia, in my presence and in the face of the world if he is noj;â€" well, the sooner you are quit of him the better." " Bat, Miss Smerdon," Cressida inter- rupts tremblingly. " Butâ€" you go to bed, child," is the prompt answerâ€"" go to bed, and leave me to manage my own business in my own way." She is BO much the impeirative awe-in- spiring ichoolmistress of the old days that Cressida, who, despite her avowed love and projected marriage, is at heart a timid schoolgirl still, dares not even venture a remonstrance. She creeps away, feeling very small and snubbed, despite the novel grandeur of her en- gagement, to the little white coach that stands lonely now in one comer of the big deserted dormitory and, makiog up her mind to a night of wakeful agony, quietly cries herself to sleep almost as soon as her golden head touches the pil- low. And, in the meantime, with infinite pains and labor. Miss Smerdon composes the letter that is to bring Monsieur St. Just to the point. When it is written, she reads and re-reads it with a verv dis- satisfied look. ' " I have been plain enough at leaatâ€" that is one comfort " and she folds the papBT with an impatient ligh. " I ouiht lo be gladâ€" I shaU be glad if aU turns out well. Her mother could ask no more thui that I shoald leave her in her has- ^»»n^» charge batâ€" I wish it had been an Englishman â€" some one I knew and could trust. Bat thereâ€" there "â€"push- ing her chair back with vicious enerCT, as though It were a disagreeable thought^ it s no good wishing I wonder what he wiU say to my letter X" What Monsieur St. Just does say, when over his matutinal ccffae be peruses the earefaUy-concocted epistle, would assor- edly shock andjstartlethe modest spinster's ears that are wholly muooastomed to the more jarring and dissonant chords of iMsealine speech. The Fienchmui's handsome face grows bls^with pwiion, certain deUoiSK awAed velu on hix brow and bemnle swdl omlnouslv. fine lines round £e carved Ups and eniel..looklng eyes d^ velop diemaelvee wlthlSiois dSiifet nees, changing the whole chai«rfwro*S» feeeas ooi^Utelyasthotwha toMmk Sd sudden^ dropii^ed, uid revealing «^ tiung aiat augnr. iU f or the fataS 5^ one who Bight ehance to Uert MonsieS thtLO that Bsys I ^eeeh. if^. f lid^e^ 'me n^ me (It for" for ntukm m. 4^ on UalciB^ 1^' g#itu^- '^- Mis^ItU M .jttlcWbe'noli.'ob'iy an hour T My faich, she shall thii; some day ' There is a savage menace in the words that are ground out throoKh the short gleaming white teetii but Monsieur St. Jast's fury seems to exhaust itself in the rapid walk and in tne running fire of maledictory French and English that ac- companies It. When he comes again to the table, throws himself back in his lounging-chair, and rolls a cigarette with delicate untrembling fingers, his face, though a shade paler, is composed and tranquil there is even an old triumphant smile flickering in his dark eyes and cur- ving the corners of the full mobile lips, whose eloquent play the stnall pointed moustache does noD serve to hide. ' Oh, bDt she is subtle and skilful, this gaunt BchcolmistreEs " he says sipping his .cjld coffee with diapropor donate relish, and coaxing back the offended kit- ten to her perch ' She guards her lamb well ;Bhe will bind the wolf down under pains and penalties she will chain him with a lock and key â€"a tamed animal on the domestic hearthrug I How clever she is and how prudent i What wolf can hopeto bsffla her â€" the astute demoiselle Smerdon?" Then he calmly surveys the dark beauty of his face in the little mirror that hangs between the windows. " The poor wolf " he says, pursuing some loop-line of his previous train of thought, as he turns from the glass with unal»ted complacency. "Al' the world opposes itself to him â€" all the world upsets his little predatory plans. Who can complain, then, if the poor ill-ueed and suspected animal asaume for the nonce the lion's hide, and make his enemies the dupes of their own ignoble cunnmg 1 The lamb has so many defenders, the poor wolf finds no champion save him- self." It is not a reassuring so iloqpy but Monsieur St Just's appearance is any- thing but wolf -like when, a little later, he enters the dingily-furnished drawing- room wherein the two Misses Smerdon and Mr. Osborne are assembled to receive him. It is a formidable phalanx, but it abashes him not one whit he has made up bis mind, what part he will play, and is perfectly indifferent as to the audience he plays to they are certain not to ap- preciate the fine finish of his art, he thinks, with, a contemptuous shoulder- shrug, as he surveyj the too-anxious faces before him. So he salutes the assembled court with a smile, the frank graciousness of which is all-embracing, and a bow so graceful and unembarrassed that John Osborne, who is constitutionally awkward and Philistine to the backbone, half-admires half -resents ib as something that goes be- yond the probabilities of nature. "Oh, John, ian'che handsome?" Miss Julia whispers, clapping her little hands and rolling her pale blue eyes in a girlish ecstasy. "Nothing to make yourself a fool about, Jul "is the gruff answer. "Good look- ing enough, but too[niUch like a play actor for my taste. He walked in as though the curtain had just rolled up and, for my part, I feel as though I ought to ap- plaud him before he begins." Miss Julia colours and tosses her yellow head, indignant alike at the depreciatory criticism of the man she sincerely ad- mires and the uncivil remark to herself. Fortunately however there flashes across her mind a saggestion so flattering to her vanity that her good temper and com- placancy are restored as by magic. "John is jealous," she thinks, with s thrill of triumph-" jealous of that hand- some Isidore 1 Poor fellow 1 Well, I can't be cross, and I can't snub him, though he does show his feelings in such a terribly brurque fashion I " And she sighs to think John never will be what she considers a lover, a being all smiles and sighs and dantiest compll- ments- but smiles over the comforting reflection that, imromantio as he is,^M has at least come from the other end of world to endow her with something more substantial â€" a husband and a home I "No; I don't like his face," John nrambles on sotto voce, innocently uncon- clous of the suspicion that flits throngh his companion's head. "For all Ha straight features, curls, and black eyes I don't like htm and, if Harriet's of my mind, she wlQ put him through hb facings pretty sharply. However, he's here bo speak for himself and it is only fair to listen to what he has to say. " Miss Ju'ia nods her head, and' John prepares himself with outward stoUdlty Hd»o It ii»d wjitib ' *heoght tki iwftd tke^yT? ^n6cj,hiia8ej)t^"i m«!^ryher?'fMi«Sji (to be coif sharply. WUd Game la Afgi,j, m the valley of the KushkR?! deer of various kinds, ».u ,*»iJ goorkal, or wild ass. *ii(i bo»r. them passed our line of ing, but we eaw httle of tkZ great cloud ol dust they tnr^^ Stand that there is httle 'diir " tween tbe goorkal and the*t« horse of Tibet. Mirmota 1^" plentiful, they h^va burnrei, into the ground tvtryw-hera dangerous to horses, as ct^eirl,'" to the honeycombed ranh n mote may be said to be now X sessors of the laud, far there i. yard of ib which is n^toccupeSi: Partridges are als in ,1^ numbers, and in the KusLk of our party found pheasants' and wild pigs are etiil mote n, there than^an higher grouai T large spaces on tae side of theBt, ered with taU reeds, and the pb, er m them. Oae morning onth, I saw a drove of about thirty pi?. a arge boar, walking upthelide hUl. They had been distarbed Baggage animals pasaing. xjij, the hillside, and about half a jL north they descended again into bed of reeds. They came down in file, forming a long straight line j by the boar, and as they deacendi speed became greater, till they ed in the reeds. Wiiila wJtcl drove as it came down hill, it wu slble no; to reciil an evant di the Gospel of St. Mark. The boars are ferocioua, as lotoe party found who had attacked were attacked in return, and not the right kind of pigsticking spean' was deemed necessary. K ot being! deal with the boars haa in acme ii interfered with the pheasant ahool ib would be awkward to be canght of these huge tuskers in a jangle reeds with only a fowling piece li| Hand. â€" London Telegraph. Ancient Rings Beceutlj H A c onsiderable quantity tf broi!! were found in the side of arailwa;cl at Bergen, in the neighborhood of T Bbeln, in Upper Bavaria, a ghortl sinca. They were lying togetherlnif about two and a half feet belovf fee 3, and so cem anted by the Eun clay that they had to bd sepanted j pickaxe. They were grc uped In I cf five eac'i, etch bunch being qnittl ed, so to say, in the clay, apart f others. Each ring was aboat om\ metre thick, open; the en Ja being tl and somewhat flattened, and thea rspectively as hook and eye thosl where about seven centimetre«(2l4 apart. The outer surface oft rough, destitute cf any ornament,! do not seem as if Intended for ap^ use. Indeed their size and app weighing about seven onncea tnili a diameter of from four and thn inches to five and a half inchea, i help toward formiag any opinioij their use. Similar rings hare beecl in other parts of Germany, chiem southwest, but never in gravWij excluding the euppcsition thitf could have been designed for adornment. It has been EUggeawJ they were simply "raw material." i into this shape for convenience cf p transport to market by retail deals the flat metal buckles which IutiI found In abundance. Some ovnerlj them for safety probably thous years ago, and either failed to re dl the sppt or never returned to dig' property. At all events herein^ opportunity for learned research. ^J but attentive interest to listen. What Monsieur 8t. Jast has to say is so gracefuUy worded, so frank and straightforward, that both the women Me won over at once, and even the male listener 18 forced to grunt a reluctant and audible approbation that brings a quick gleam of what cannot be amuse- ment, but oddly suggests that opportane segment, to Isadote's brilUant eyes. He 18 indebted to madame for ever, he fays, his iioft rich voice thriBittg with the fervor of his words. She his given him the opportumly for which he longed. wnbable. And he bow«, and mtkes a movement as though he wopld kiss the S^jSf* « ' Miss Smerdon that •5*â„¢^«y I*5*» tkemenaeed meih. ber ousof dw.ger' wwh behind hte. Wdore draws back with undiminished «»oe, and ptooekb flaentij with Us Tbe Trouble Cansed by Iris* It is not generally Known, tbitj Bosphore-Egyptien, which nearly* serioas trouble between EnglvfJ France, two Irishmen were at I of the row. The paper waa auppn Clifford Lloyd, who believed he **] tent at Cairo to silence public opr in Limerick while a special reaida istrate under the crimes act ^^^'^L ed by Mr. Gladstone. James fl M. P., was one of the suspects Uj mrested, and his next meeting f^ ctimesact official was in E^ity Hibernian was acting as epecul pendent of the London l'^l' O'Kelly wanted to baeven with' er jailer, and on his return series of exposures of Lloyd in tv of Commons that that official J*^ dismissed and an apology on Egypt to France for his BupP^,. the Bosphore Egyptian. Mr WJl says he will never again arwj' paper man and member of ptf" the same time. m There u a brilliant iatxaeifH and similar oompositiouB. Toe of the world, it is said, will ce* 4Bi.leeBthanascoreof years, •»* .Uitooe 9pst then fail apon te jBUfmly of dead ivory from the filBldsandthe available sabsi dnoed Iw chemical science.^ *^ the best sabstltute that hfK found and its field of usef olo» •â-¼ery year. well adapted kmpared with open dvantages cf lower yield, the charci aer from dust, an [oted carbon zition ng it. fire- proof cem ta filings 140 parts, quartz sand 25 pa; 18, and enoagh of A similar cemei 1 180 parts, lime 4i alt 6 parts, conve btrong vinegar, as i J In either case th llied should bo dried Irfectly firm before â-  improved lead hea tting on corrugat6( I its appearance In t. of the nail is rouuc I at the point to eute ad may be driven In The head flattens I hammer, or pun will give it a com the head comes in on in such a way of leaking. I are no hod carri I are passed from h ii up the bricklayer! I required to tcss t1 I a story is about th 1 more to lead from Dg to the place wher One may some the ground, eigj Ibailding, and five oi tteen men, throngl I brick pissed befoi bf destination. |ittsburgh writer m »t in fifcy years, cr ae, coal will not b les to its place of bat only its actual hi sported, and that bj he says, can be a« thig the coal into he on, and the motion i Se battery at Cincini fast as generated bm this battery it pverted back into mi ^ged into light. Bans of electricity t ftther surbuses are t The leather whi is first well clea [P»phite, SB in ele article. It is then wth, the tank of itoeasUyreoaiveasl too-elecaic machin« I current famishes PPet is deposited up iofthehide«,a,tld Wito one-elghthof I "w formed reprodui «y mark and mlnut "Pi of the grigituJ h Mi