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 ,sv..rr!fr=-?»-i,- '^â- flfiJr-Tt^-. RIFT AND SPRAY, CR, LOVE AND VENGEANCE AMONQ THE SMUGGLERS. The Most Fa3ci'atix« Oczax Rohaxce Since thk Days of COOJEK AKD MaRYATT. CdAlTKRXIX â€" CiRACF Hears Stohv of Mahik's REScrE. THE T-it'ie "A- IS universal activity immediately ail iJ!aH wa-i still stmding by tuu eapcain wh-ii he he^rd a voice cry out •• (ienild (ierald ' Brotiicr â€" brother Ger- ai 1 VvU Ob, s^eak to me, dear I Where are av.v. like i-.ie image of a saint, in a little niJiie of the cavern, that overhung tiie T.Mter, and «-hich communicated to ita '^irf.tco i»v ijome wile seeps, and in the oihrV direjtioa i tin upoir cave, where vre rii=t iatr.duced the reader to the secret n-'au's of th J .-muggier^, was Grace. Her li-"ir Irev^ and be^utifal hair swayed gently iifLi p itf .- kiiitl of wind that circled rouud the -iide/of the cavern, aud her voice, like a ntiri of music, echoed irom roof to rock, ani \v-i;deLhot;jl iu a sc.- kig-^; echo from th« i)i'.andse-.i. " (lerald Gsrald Wiiere are you, Ger- aM •:" --silence:" roared Captain Dolan.""What do •,.;! do he:-'J 1 How da you oouie hith- -I want Gerald W'ho Oh, will none of you '• l\.r GeraM " " Awaj' with yon " No â€" no, Gerald will tell me of him sjifjak to me " " All right, Miss Graee," said one. " (lerald, do oumean? Is he here? I do not see him '" '• Take the girl away This is men's work here " cried Dolan. "Take her awav. some of you '" " Xoâ€" no You have killed himâ€" I know you i;ave. I am sure you have killed him I You, Dolan, you '" ;ni'3e uttered these words in the midst of te-irs and shrieks and Dolan then cried out i-avdgely " Is that the way to speak to a father " "Father? Father?" she said. " Oh, no â€" noâ€" no father I have no father Gerald has no father. Oh, no, no a father is a something so kind, so good, so full of afTec- tion and gentleness to his children while " John, or his brother " " John," said a voice. " Well, my men, look to it Look to it That is all I say to youâ€" look to it " " Ayeâ€" aye we will do that " "But he is my son, you know and I can't ask you to do anything to my own flesh and blood!" There was no reply to this. But for an uneasy sensation on the minda of the men that, after all, there was a something in the whole transiiction in regard to Gerald and that letter which Dolan had affected to pro- duce, there could be no doubt but that their rage against the boy would have been quite sufficient to insure his destruction. iJut, as we say, there was a feeling which they probably could not well have defined, but which clung to them all, to the effect that Dolan was playing a part in the affair, and that Gerald might be innocent of the treachery he was charged with. Hence was it that they left the boy alone but they did not neglect to take precaution against his escape. Now, as Gerald was very anxious to es- cape, these precautions were most inimical to his happiness and plunged both hi«n and Grace into a sea of wild conjectures as to what would happen to them, and very vague projects of deliverance. The reader is aware, though, that Gerald had other cares upon his mind as well as those connected with Grace. That gentle and fair daughter of Captain Mocquet â€" that being whom he had certainly rescued from death â€" had become very dear to him and had, insensibly to him, wound herself closely about his heart. She seemed so to belong to him, so Com- pletely to be his and dependent upon him since he had upheld her in the sea and saved her from the death that must have come over her that he had a feeling on his mind that henceforth no action of his life would be perfect unless she in some way should be connected with it. And yet he loved Grace. Dearly he loved Grace, but his heart had been, taught to look upon her with the love " â-  „ " ' to be awakened in his breast for the delicate and affectionate child of the French captain were of a very different nature. And yet poor Gerald felt as if he were guilty of some treason against his proper and just affections, as now Grace held him in her arms and kissed his lips and sobbed j out her joy at seeing him. "Dear Gerald â€" come now and sit by me â€" oh no, no, you are so wet, you will go and get dry clothes and then you will come to me. I have so much to say to you. Come soon â€" so very soon, dear Gerald " "IwUl, dear." Gerald did come soon. He, too, had much to say and his' anxiety to say it was so great, that he trembled in every limb, and more than once was on the point of allowing his pent-up feeling the relief of tears. There was a pretty nook in the chalk cavern, where hung some rich tapestries that once Dolan had brought home from a I wreck, he said. It was indeed from a wreck ?^^ DOW, J jjg jjg^jj brought them, but it was a wreck of " Eacap«, di â€" 10011 â€" aoaoon. Gerald we moMt Eftch jnuMniia iftdL*^ danger now. It ia you, Grorald, who are clever yon who know tiiomoat and will be able to tell me what to do." " Would that I could, dear " " Grace Grace I" cried a harsh voice at this moment. "That is Mrs. Wagner." "Hush!" There was the flash of a light and the woman, who was in the confidence of Cap- tain Dolan and who had endeavored to as- sume a control over Grace appeared before them. (to be continued.) *â-  yoii-you "Dolan-oh, I do not want to be ' °^.^_l\«*«"'^Ji/le the feelings that bepn wi jkeil â€" but you are cruel to us and you have killed poor Gerald." ' There was a sudden splash then in the dark waters of the cabin, and an oath from Dolan, and a scream from Grace,- followed the plunt;e into the waves of Gerald from the caljin window. " Stop him I Fire at him " shouted Dolan. "I will:" " No, you won't," said Martm, as he struck up the arm of Dolan and as the pistol exploded and the bullet struck off a piece of rock from the roof of the cabin, there was a murmur of disapprobation from the crew. rcrald swam toward the steps that led up to where (irace was standing, and the girl ran dov.n them, slippery and slimy as they were, and with little cries of joy welcomed j him anvl helped him from the water. " j " (ierald, dear, you are w^ell â€" you are not killed Oh, I am so glad to see you, dear Gerald and he would kill you even. Oh it is so dreadful That man is ^ig own ma£ing; and in that recess these not our lather-he cannot be. ^\ e have no â-  ^^^ young and artless beings sat hand in tather, rerald hand and while they heard the wash of the (,raee clung to the dripping form of Ger- 1 ^^t^j. ^^ t^e sea-cavern, and occasionally the hoarse sound of some order, they held and then the aid with frantic eagerness boy turned and faced Dolan. ' ' Coward " he said. Murderous coward I" "All. You dare?" " Yes, I dare. You would have killed me now â€" you fain would take my life. You are a coward, Dolan, and you are a villain " A suppressed kind of yell came from the ciew, and then Dolan spoke aloud. " As regards shooting the boy, I had no such intention 1 It is for you, my men, whom he would have given up and betrayed to the authorities, to consider how far he merits your good oilices. If you choose to take into favor the spy, the traitor, the boy who has learned to write that he might be- tray you till, I am contents-have your own way. "' "There is no occasion," said one, "to shoot the boy." "The pistol went off by accident. If Martin liad let my arm be, it would not have done so. " " That may be true, mates," said Martin. "And as for shooting the boy," added Do- ' Ian â€" and the dark, malignant look came over liis face in double terror â€" "as for shooting the boy, I would not balk myself by doinw so for all my share of the plunder and proht of all our cruises. Oh, he is very safe with me." ierald and Grace had now reached the top of the little slippery steps together and there was some apparent intention on the part of Grace, in the excitement of the mo- ment to say something to Dolan, but Gerald stopped. " Xo, dear, no Oh I do not." " I will not say a word, dear Gerald." " That is well. I hare so much to tell you, dear." " Aud you are safe? You are not hurt. (Jerald You will not go again from ine?" " Xo â€" no I But we will soon leave this place, dear. To-night, to-night ' Oh joyâ€" joy " " We must to-night, but not alone " " N^ot alone, Gerald 1" "Xo, not alone! On board the Rift, dear, there is another one whom you will love â€" one who will love you so dearly, my dear Grace. This way. Come this way. We will go into the dry cavern, dear. This way." "\es, Gerald; but who is the one? Who will love me as you say, and go with us " "Oh, Grace, dear, I have such a terrible story to tell " " Once for all " shouted Captain Dolan, at tnis moment, from the deck of the Riftâ€" "once for all, I warn you, crew of the Rift, that if you let that boy escape from this j)lace, your lives are not worth twenty -four hours' purchase, for he will go at once to [the port admiral and betray all." These words produced an cedent cOm- I motion, and the rough voice of the second I in command was heard issuing an order: " A couple of men mPacr^ne in the bay ' I You, Jakes, and you, Peter " ' -^ ' â- ^- ' "Aye, aye " " Who holds watch in the ravine " said prompt and so energetic, Solan. V^ho are so clever, will council together. " Grace, dear, I have said to you that there was another." " Yes, Gerald." " Whom you must love " " You loveâ€" theâ€" other " "Xo, yes â€" that is â€" no â€" not as I love you, Grace â€" not the same â€" oh no â€" no " " Who is the other, dear Gerald?" " Marie." "Oh!" ' ' Marie Mocquet. I will tell you all. Oh dear Grace, you will be so glad to hear it all, and you will be so kind and so good to her. I am sure you will " "Yes, dear!" Grace rested her head upon the shoulder of Gerald, and then in a low, faint voice she said "Xow, dear?" " Now, what, Grace, dear â€" what?" " Tell me all and don't ask me to â€" to â€" " "To what, dear?" " To say anything." " How strange you are, Grace, dear " " No â€" no. Oh, no. I am notâ€" I am not. No â€" no â€" no " Grace burst into tears and sobbed as if her heart would break. She twined herself round to his breast and clasped both her arms about his neck and so clung to him and cried â€" Oh so long and bitterly. Gerald was deeply affected. It was long before either of them spoke and then Grace's tears ceased and her sobs came less frequently and she wa« able to say very quietly " Now â€" now, Gerald â€" now tell me." "Y'^es, dear." Then Gerald in a voice of deep emotion told her all the particulars of that, to him, terrible cruise in the Raft and how he had, at the risk of his own life, rescued from the sea the young French girl and how she had terrified Dolan and how, even then, she was in the cabin of the Rift hiding and how her father, Captain Mocquet, was there a '° prisoner, whom he (Gerald) much feared Dolan meant ill to. And Grace listened to it all and still held Gerald round the neck, and when he ceased to speak and had told all she clasped him close to her and in a voice that was so low you might have sup- posed it to be the first faint twitter of a young bird, she said to him I "My Gerald â€" my dear Gerald â€" I will love her I will â€" ^I do. It was a great and gallant thing to do. Grod bless you, Gerald, ever and ever. Crod Mrill Uess you, Ger- ald?" "And you, too, my dear Grace. You will not be â€" that is, you do not feel â€" " She turned away her head slightly and then she said "No, no!" She did not ask him what she should not be or what she should not feel, bntJthat gen- tle "no" answered him and he clasped {her ' closer to his breasf and kissedj^her tenderly, 'jj :i«« Now, dear, he said, "what Bhall we jdo? â€" what can we do? We must be 3o sciEirnno and useful To polish nickel-plated goods after becom- ing black and not worn, use rouge on a rag with a little oil. Artificial meerschaum may be made by immersing for some time carbonate of mag- nesia in a warm solution of silicate of soda or potash. Domestication softens the whole organic structure. In the feathered species the feathering is not as dense nor as hard as on the wild fowl. Sarsaparilla beer is made by dissolving one aud a half ounce of corapotmd extract of sarsaparilla with one pint of hot water when cold, add of good pale ale seven pints. The squeaking noise of shoes can be stop- ped by sprinkling powdered pumice-stone between the soles during the process of manufacture, or by driving a dozen shoe- pegs into the soles when the shoes are first to be used. Beetles, flies, spiders, et-ccetera, may be preserved for microscopic purposes by dip- ping in a solution of corrosive sublimate. This is however extremely poisonous, and great care must be taken in its use. Dipping them in melted paraffin preserves them from contact with air. A horse ration Eight pounds of bran, three pounds of corn-meal or four poimds of finished middlings, and two pounds of linseed-meal would be a good ration for a heavy work-horse to be fed upon cut hay, and would keep him in good health and strength, with a sleek coat. According to M. Casalonga's Chronique Indnstrielle, the best and simplest meansi of removing any unpleasant smell from olive- oU consists in wiarming it over a moderate fire, where it should be kept for some time without allowing it to boil. The oil should be constantly stirred it then becomes quite pure and inodorous. Hot water is the best thing that can be used to heal a sprain or bruise. The wound- ed part should be pieced in water as hot as can be borne for fifteen or twenty minutes, and in all ordinary cses^he pain will gradu- ally cease. Hot water applied by means of cloths, is a sovereign remedy for neuralgia and pleurisy pains. For burns or Scalds apply cloths well saturated with cool alum- water, keeping the injured parts' covered from the air. Professor Place of the Cavalry School of Saumur has recently applied electricity with great success to horses which prove refrac- tory while being shod. It is known that a vicious beast will often give much trouble in the operation of ' shoeing, and may even have to be bound and made to lie down. M. Place's method renders it at once tract- able, and permanently cures its aversion to the forge. The electric shock is given through a bridle of special form, from an induction-coil actuated by a dry pile. "siSSo/ BT KOBA lATrOHKR. When I was abou^ nine years old a friend presented me with a young retriever dog. He was a great, big fellow, with a short, black, cnrly coat aud not a white hair upon him. We named him Sambo and soon he and I grew to be great friends. In those times I went to a day school in the village, where Sambo soon learned to carry my bag of books for me. Every morn- ing he waited for me at the front door and would frisk around me until I placed my book bag upon the ground, when he would take it up in his mouth and walk soberly be- hind me until I reached the school. Punctually at tyrelve o'clock woulcUSambo call for me every day and whatever books or work I had to take home he was ready to carry. Again in the afternoon at four o'clock he was always at the school house -ioor to escort me home. I had two little friends, named Laura and Jessie, who lived at the mill, a mile away from our house but who frequently called for me on their way to school. When they were late Sambo woidd hasten across the fields to meet them and hurry them up to me so that we were all ready to walk to school together. He would carry their book bag for them until he reached me but always dropped it at my feet to take up mine and would not carry theirs any farther unless I scolded him severely for being so ungallant. Sambo was veryHhd of going with me to search for eggs. I was aUowed to keep a few tame bantam fowls and had a nice little Beaidea canTiiiffttiy locate scho^ leok- "*« the Mgs, kdA omytpig th« white eat around. Sambo i«onld do a gisat many in- tdllmnt tricks. One I took great pauis to toaoh him was to select tbe Stratfeid week- ly paper from aireap of Toronto daily pa- pera. I used to hide the paper I wished lum to fibd amongst the pile of others, and he would slowly paw tbem over, one by one, with his right fore foot, until he came to the right paper, and then trot knowingly up to â„¢e ^* it in his mouth, always shaking hands after he had presented it to me. Sambo was remarkably fond of nhn-Htig hands. Indeed, too much so. Never shall I forget one day walking from the village where we resided to Stratford â€" a distance of five miles â€" ^with Sambo for protector. My friends there persuaded me to stay all night Sambo was allowed to sleep upon the wool mat at my room door which was left open. In the night I awoke in a terrible fright to see two large, fiery eyes close to me in the darkness and to feel a hot breath upon my face and neck, and a heavy thump, thump, thump upon my arm. "Sambo," I called, when fully awake. Then came another heavy thump, this time falling on my head. But I was no longer afraid, for I knew it was only my doggie wanting to shake hands. No doubt die faithful creature wished to see if his little mistress was quite safe, and to assure her that, being in a strange place, he was care- fully watching over her. The^ Toronto paper used to arrive by a carrier, and Samob was soon taught to go every day to the comer of the road to meet the man and fetch the newspaper, and woe betide any person who attempted to molest him, when upon his daily errand. .,„...„..»»„,.„ „„v. ..»vx »^»v-^ xivux^. Wheal was about thirteen years old I hen-hoiwe oTmy own." Thesel^wirr^^^^^^ ^ome to a boarding VAEnrriES. 'Andrews. You, dear Grace, think of what to The herring family contributes more largely to the food of the people than any other of the fish families. The diamond trade at Antwerp has of late been largely developed. The value of the diamonds cut there every year is estimated at over one million sterling. They are ex- clusively Cape stones. Till the end of last century game was stalked. To kill a bird flying was esteemed a mOst surprising feat now the more diffi- cult the shots that are presented to him the more the shooter is pleased. There are only six surnames in the island of St. Kilda, an adjective being usually add- ed for the more effectual definition of the person addressed. Thus, for example, there is Caelum Beag (Little Malcolm), or DonnuU Og (Young Donald). In Philadelphia women make a good liv- ing as professional "lampers." They con- tract to call each day and trim and keep in perfect order the lamps of the household. The metal, the chimneys, the shades, and the wicks are kept immaculate and the oil fresh, and the relief to the average house- keeper more than compensates for the slight fee required. It appears that the English fox has chang- ed a good many of his old-fashioned ideas and tastes out at the Antipodes. He now prefers. Dr. J. E. Taylor tells us, young lambs to poultry, and he even allows the rabbit to go scot-free. He thinks the latter too much trouble to catch, and not worth much even when caught. Consequently the English fox is assuming the natural propen- sities of the dingo, or native wild dog, to which he is nearly allied. Pearls are found of all shades of colour the rarest are those of a jet black, seldom met with, and therefore most valuable. It behoves the buyer to be most careful of whom he purchases any kind of colored pearl, as pearls are easily dyed but the color is not lasting and can be easily detect- ed by an expert or even through the aid of a hand -magnifier. But the rosy colour and thelovely "orient " of the pink pearl will at once strike the most castud observer, and, when the pearl is mounted with brilliants and white pearls, forms a most exquisite harmony of color and good taste. 'â-  â€" Affeotionate- They do say, as a redeeming point in the character of the Kine of Dahomey, that he is fond of children, naving three hundred and forty-two of his own. He likes them best fat, and stewed with palm oil and pep- per. Pr(rfes8or Zweiberar ia a very absent-mind-, ed man. He wa^ bi|«Uy en^iged in solyio^. some scientific problem. ' Gfhe servant has^-.! ly opened the door of his studio tod' an-" nonnced a great family event " A little stranger has arrived. " Eh " " It is a lit- tie boy." "Little boy? WeU, ask him what he wants." in very high flown names. There was the Earl of Clarendon, Lady Paulet, Lady Rag- lan, Lady Teazle, Madame Rachel and Mrs. Borrowdale. Madame Rachel was a cunning little grey hen, perfectly tame and fond of perching herself on a favorite high-backed chair in the dining-room during luncheon. She would not fly off her nest when I went to take an egg from under her. But one day, when Sambo happened to be with me, he ran on first and poked his big, black nose right into the nest, where ^e little hen was seated, having just laid an egg. Of course she flew off with a frightened cackle. My 8ui"prise was great tf ee Sambo take the small, warm egg in hia .louth and bring it to me. He evidently had an idea that it was a stone, for he dropped it at my feet, of course breaking it. "Naughty doggie," I said "ah you must be carefuL" Poor Sambo sat down and looked ruefully at the broken egg, as if ready to cry at the mischief he had done, and that was the first and last egg the dear, good dog ever broke. Soon Madame Rachel aud he were good friends and she would allow him to fetch the egg from underneath her as she sat upon the nest. Intelligent as Sambo was, I could never make him understand that he must not take the eggs from under a hen when she was sitting. One time the poor fellow got into bad disgrace for carrying away, one at a time, the whole thirteen warm, brown eggs from undei neath poor little Madame Rachel's wings, and laying them upon the dining room hearthrug. Sambo was very partial to white cats but had a great dislike, whicE in a few month's time amounted to positive hatred, for colored feline pets. When he and I were out walking, if we met any white cat or kitten. Sambo would stop to tenderly lick her face, often getting a terrible scratch in the eye for his caress. However, he would never allow his superior strength to take advantage of a poor, weak cat but would sit down and blink his poor,, wounded eye, and looking knowingly out of the other one, would seem to moralize thus " Well, it is certainly strange that pretty, white pussies will thus reverse the e^olden rule â€" I suppose it is because the poor little creatures don't know any better " Seeing that he was such an admirer of rhite cats, I determined to get him a white kitten for a playmate and accordingly begged one from a neighbor. A dear, little, soft, fluffy creature she was, and we named her Pearl. Sambo grew very much attached to her and would carry her about in his mjuth, or in the round basket which he had long been in the habit of carrying, and which pussy often chose for a resting place. Unfortunately poor Pearl only lived two months, dying accidentally from rat poison. Great was Sambo's grief he howled pit- ifully when he could not find his little play- mate. We were quite horrified the day after we had buried her to see Sambo come trotting into the sitting room with the little, dead kitten in his mouth. He had found her grave, under the nut trees, at the end of the garden, and it was sad to see the poor dog- gie licking her face and trying tO recall her back to life. He seemed so lost without poor Pearl, that I, not being able to procure another white cat, begged a nice, dark tabby kitten. But I was niuortunate in my selection. Mr. Sambo put on a kind of sulky, proud air, and would not take the slightest notice of her. He seemed to say, in nis expressive dog language, " I will have a tr/n'/e pussy to play with or nothing." ^me two weeks afterwards, when Sambo and I reached home from school, I found an important looking basket had just arrived by the Tysoe carrier, address^ in a bold hand to me. By the mews proceeding from it I knew it contained a cat, and rather dreaded Sam- bo's reception of it. I slowly opened the lid and out jumped a a large, white cat with pink eyes. " Tysoe," I ejaculated, for that was the village, where I guessed the basket came from, and from that moment we learned to call the cat " Tysoe," which finally abreviat- edto"Tyce." Sambo's reception of Tysoe was very good, for the poor cat being very much frightened at such a huge, black animal, crouched down upon the carpet and did not retaliate at his li(^s and caresses but submitted to be tenderly lifted up in his great month and carried around the room. Sambo and Tyc6 grew to be very firm friends. It was a funny sight to see us three .out for a walk in the fidda perhaps two miles from home. Myself leadmg the ^reat, l^uck d(^ by the ear, whio would Meartyids^' thi white cati^«itlMirln4iiB mim^ dr edRkid up asleep in tiie round basket, the handle of which he would hold steadily between his strong, white teeth for fear of awakening her. school, near Montreal, where I remained for four years. Sad, indeed, was the part- ing between my dejtf old doggie and me. I am quite sure that I cried more at the idea of leavmg Sambo than the thought of going so far away from home amongst strangers. The tears coursed down my cheeks when I read this extract, in t^e first letter I received from my sister: "Poor Sambo misses you dreadfully and wanders around the house and garden, carrying Tyce in his mouth, to look for you." Superstition. In all ages man has found phenomena he could not understand. In ancient times all minds were clouded by fear and supersti- tion. Every unexplained fact had a divine significance. The more ignorant man was» the greater his demand for interpreters. The consummate knaves appreciated this, aud the result was that the lower classes were duied and held in mental bondage. An eclipse might be a harbinger of death, or a clap of thunder the warning voics of the Almighty. Sickness was often under- stood as the action of evil spirits unusual noises, were made to drive these malicious spirits from the body. In those days a soothsayer was the family physician. His knowledge and skill were directed to satisfying, or frightening away, supernatural things. Man then only lived in abject fear and slavery. Instead of gaining a mastery over himself he allowed everything supe- rior and mysterious in nature to rule him. We can scarcely imagine his wretehed state. A brilliant lecturer has said " Fear is the dungeon of the soul. Superstition is the dagger with which hypocrisy as- sassiriates the soul." In this progressive age, superstition although much modified is not yet extinct. There are many simple- minded people to-day who consider an epidemic a divine visitation. We have often heard sorrowing mothers bravely say in the simplicity of ignorance " The Lord givethand the Lord taketh;" "6 is the will of God." Do these misguided people know that Divine visitations always come to the ignorant and those whe willfully dis- regard sanitary laws? Those people who allow filth and putrid matter to accumulate in streets and houses must prepare them- selves for pestilence and the wrath of the supernatural. The mother who does not work in harmony with natural laws, must not speak of Divine punishment, if God does not preserve her offspring. Instead of following the ancient plan and allowing a knavish soothsayer to be our master, it is much better to call upon the immutable forces of nature. W^e should so utilize the elements, that instead of ruling they may become the servants of our wishes. The laws of nature are strange indeed. If we disregard them they become most destruc- tive tyrants, but if we obey them, they become our servants. Pleasant Hope. Some men move through life as a band of music moves down the street, flinging out pleasure on every side, through the air to every one far and near that can listen. Some men fill the air with their presence and sweetness, as orchards in October days fill the air with the perfume of ripe fruit. Some women cling to their own houses like the honeysuckle over the door yet, like it, sweeten all the region with the subtle fra- grance of their goodness. They are trees of righteousness which are ever dropping pre- cious fruit around them. There are lives that shine like star beams, or charm the heart like songs sung on a holy day. How great a bounty and a blessing it is to hold the royal gifts of the soul so uiat they shall be music to some, and fragrance to others, and life to all It would be no unworthy thing to live for, to make the power whim we have within us the breath of other men's joy to scatter sunshine where only clouds and shadows reign to fill the atmosphere where earth's weary toilers must stand with a ' brightness which they cannot create for themselves, and which they long for, enjoy and appreciate. ♦ â-  She Was /onfident the Bream Would dome True. He â€" " I think your mother is a very nice woman, Sadie." She â€" " Tlumk you, John. She is a very nice woman good-natured and kind- heart- ed, bat she has her weakness, like every- body else. She is verjr superstitious. Why, she actually believes in cteams." He^"We]i, a great many people believe in dreams." s .;, She â€" " Yea, ,so. I. ^ave. Mud.-. "Bui just fimey She had^a^Meai^lakt ni|Bt, and she is^cmfidflntBii sill come true. " Heâ€"" What did she dream " She â€" " She dreamed that you giave me a gold watch and chain for a l^w Year's inesent."