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 ^fl^^ ?T^^^^ -VT.-.. .4\Sj-%V-» "• [New For PinBLiaHXD.i [Au. RittBn RxBiBVXD.] LIKE AND UN LIKE. By M. E. BRADDON. AmHOB or " Last Audi.bt's Sxcbet. Wyli-akd's Wmbd, Etc., Etc. CHAPTER XIY.â€" Not a Common Gixl. The thing which decided Madge npon Icftviiu; tJbe comfort and protection of Bd- field Abbey for the onoertainties of a great eity with its imminent danprers and possi- bili^ of starratiun, was a passage in the Police Reports of that London paper which was most affected in the servants' hall. "Mrs. Mandevilie, of No. 144. Little Leopold-street, Mayfair, was brpnght before the magistrates, at the Westminster Police Conrt, for attempting to commit snicide by taking oxalic acid. The evidence showed that the lady had been dining with a gentle- man who passed in the house as Major Man-- deville, bnt who is snpposed to have lived there under an assumed name, and that af- ter dinner a scene of some violence occurred between Mrs. Mandevilie and the gentle man in question, in the course of which Mrs. Mandevilie rushed from the room, and ran to a cupboard upon an upper floor, where a solution of oxalic acid was kept by the housemaid for the purpose of cleaning lamp glasses. She drank a large quantity of this solution, and was immediately seized with all the symptoms of virulent poison, and was for some hours in danger of her life. The person passing as Major Mande- vilie left the house while she was lying in agony. The screams of one of the servants had attracted a police- constable, who enter- ed the house, and took the prisoner in charge as soon as she was so far recovered as to be brought to the station. It was not the first time she had attempted suicide. His Worship And I suppose you had no more intention of dying on this occasion than you had npon your previous attempt. Yoa only wanted to eive Major MandevUle a lesson? The Prisoner I wanted to make an end of myself on both occasions. I have been very cruelly treated, and I have nothing in the world to live for. His Worship Taat is abadhearing from a person of your attractive appearance. The Prisoner I- might have been better off if I had been as ugly as sin. His Worship Is Mandevilie your real name? The Prisoner It is the name I have borne for nearly twenty years. ' His Worship And yon think yon have a fretty good right to it â€" a Equatt^r's right, ut it is not your real name ' The Prisoner I have no real nameâ€" not in the Red Book â€" if that's what you mean. My father is a basket-maker in the country. He was always called John Dawley, in my hearing. I never heard that he had any other name. Hereupon followed a brief lecture frOm the ma(;istrate, and the prisoner promised to refrain from any future attempt upon her life, and was finally dismissed in a spirit of half -contemptuous pity upon the part of his worship. The paper gave the little scene and dia- logue in extenso. The offender was a hand- some woman, living in Mayfair, and the case was therefore deemed of sufficient in- terest to be reported fully, with a sensation- al side-heading, " Mayfa^ib Mobals." The perusal of this report turned the scale of Madge's mind which had been wavering for some time. She would go to London and seek out her mother, rescue that brand from the burning, if it were in the power of her intelligence and her affec- tion to do as much; It would be something for her to do, some fixed purpose and useful end in life at the least. Here she had neither end nor aim. She despised herself as an impostor and a spy. To watch Valentine from a distance, to see him falling deeper and deeper in love with Helen Deverill, to hear an occasional snatch of talk between tiioae two words and tones which said so much to that eager ear â€" to know that what- ever fancy he had once had for her was dead and forgotten, all this had been acntest agony, and yet she had stayed on at the Abbey to endure that jealous pain, that bit- ter humiliation. The report in the newspapers decided her. She would go to her mother at once, in the hour of her despair. That was surely ihe time in which a daughter's love might avail most, might mean redemption. She would go but before leaving she would launch a thcnder bolt. Those two â€" traitor and traitress â€" should stand revealed to the man who so blindly tiusted in both. She wrote her few words of warning, and put the slip of paper in Sir Adrian's room in the twilight, after bis vf^et bad laid oat his master's dress clothes and made all ready for the evening toilet. Within an hoar of daybreak next morn- ing she had left the Abbey and was trndging along the road to the station. She had a little money, just enough to pay for a third- class ticket tor Waterloo, and to leave her a few shillings in hand. Mrs. Mairable had given her three sovereigns on acconnt of wages to be fixed in the future, when it was decided how much ler services were worth .in the honsehold. Stie had been on trial hitherto, as it were, an apprentice to domestic service. She had taken one of ber sovereigns to Mr. Rockstone, and had insisted npon his receiving it as part payment for the money he had advanced for her clothes. She had given ten shillings to her grandfather on her last Sunday visit to the hovel by the river. She had thna tiiirty shillings with which to begin the world. What was she to do when those few shillings were exhausted, when ^e f eond herself penniless in thjB great desert «f .London T " No, she did notmeantoUveaponkermother, Mrs. Mandevilie, whose West End hooae might be an abode of wealtii and loxoiy. Or, Ae had no intention of accepting dther food or shelter in that hooae, whim â- eemed to her as Tophet in Utile. Mra. Marrable had said of ber that ehe was not a •ommon gul, ud her intentioaB m to h« fatnre life were not tiuwe of a enmnoB girl. She waa exoeptiooally atroiw, and ahe aeant to work for « livmg, to ujbaat witli tiioae atooBg haada and 1(000* arma a hera, to aeoept tiie rmu^Hs* teSU ware it aeoea aery, taeeMharSceadintiw^ a i w a i of her how, and if faaaOde to aarn Imt a mind to do it. Bread is cheap, and I have lived upon dry Inread before now." In tbe basket maker'a honsehold, life had been sustained npon the hardest^ fare. Madge had never seen smoking joints or good cheer of any kind till she went to the Abbey. Her soul had almost revolted against that plethora of food in the servants' hall. She thought of the multitudes who were starving, those seething masses of Lon- don poor about whom the visar had told her, and she sickened in that atmospherfe of plenty. Not by any means a common girl. She thought she had a mission, something to do in this life and that her first duty was to care for the mother who nad never cared for her. She had been carefully taught in her place in the village school, taught earnestly and conscientiously by Mr. Rockstone, and she had a stronger idea of duty than many a girl who has been expensively trained by French and German governesses, with occasional superviaion from the parental eye. She had taken the vicar's teaching in her own way and she was assuredly not a common girl. She knew that she was handsomer than one woman in fifty. She had looked at herself in the shabby little glass which her mother had bought of a travelling hawker fave and twenty years before â€" the blurred and clouded glass which hung against the whitewashed wall in the old basket maker's cabin â€" and the reflection had told her that she was beautiful. Those flashing eyes with their long black lashes and arch- ed brows, that rich olive complexion with its warmth and color, the perfect mouth and teeth, and beautifully moulded chin set on to a throat that might have i;iven immor- tality to marbleâ€" these were elements of beauty not to be mistaken or underrated by the ignorance of an inexperienced girl. She knew that she was beautiful, and in her scanty converge with the world she had learnt just enough to understand that beauty is a rare aad wonderful gift, and that her whole future life might depead npon the use she made of it. Beauty has its price all the world over. What was to be the price of hers? Not shame and infamy, she told herself. Not such a name as her mother had left behind her among the villagers, who still remem- bered and talked of her. Thus it was that when Valentine Belfield came to the basket- maker's hovel, prepared for easy conquest, he found a woman of a different stamp from other women whom he had admired and pursued in the past. Not so easily did the bird fall into the net of the fowler. He came upon her unawares one day as she stood at the cabin door, watching his boat drift slowly by with the tide as he sat lazily reloading his gun. He lo:ked up and saw her at her cottage door, a dazzling un- expected apparition. He put down his gun and took up a boat- hook and pushed it towards the bank, tied his boat to the branch of a pollard willow, and landed. He went straight up to the threshold where the girl was standing, and accosted her easily and frankly, asking some common- place questions abont the grounds and the shooting. She answered him as freely, looking him full in the face, in no wise abashed by his striking presence or superior rank. She told him all that could be told about the sport in that desolate region. And then he went on to talk of other things, and asked her for a light for his cigar, and seated himself on a bench by the door to smoke. She had seen him in church occasionally, with his mother, and had recognized him at the first glance. She was in no wise abashed by his presence. She looked at him fear- lessly with those deep inscrutable eyes of hers, which seemed fraught with the mys- terious influences of an ancient race. It was he who felt abashed in her presence, as she stood in a careless attitude, leaning against the door post, looking gravely down at him. He lingered for an honr went again the next day and the next, and the next, and so 'on daily, remaining longer and longer each day, until he reached the limit of safe- ty, and only left early enough to escape a meeting with the basket-maker. He wen as one draw n by a spell. He carried his gun and game bag with him every morning, out the birds had an easy time. The only bird he wanted to snare wore a very different plumage. He had practised all the tempter's arts, and yet he seemed no nearer anccess than he had been when he first stopped his boat, surprised by that sodden vision of low- bom beauty. His proffered gifts had been re- fused with a qaiet aoom which was a new thing in his experience. His subtlest flat- teries had been resisted with a steadfastness which might be pride or calculation. And yet he thought she loved him that beneath this strength of character there bnmcNd hid- den firea. Yes, he had seen ner face light up at his coming, and had noted the clood of sadness when he bade her good-night. Yet to hia reiterated prayer tiiat there should be no soch parting, that their lives ahoald flow on together in some loxorioos retreat, some dainty house beside yonder river where its banks were loveieat, aome hidden haven were they might make their mntnal paradise apart from we enter world, ahe had been aa adamant to his pleading. She provoked him at laat into qnarrMiiig «^th her. That atobbom peraiatence rooaed hIa wsrat paadoaa, hia pride, hia croelty, hia anger, aoidaat any ereatore who oppowd hia wiU. He opbraided her with her coldneaa, her aelfiah, calealating temper. " Yoo aare playing aae aa aa angler playa a fish," he aud. '•Yon think that by ke^- inir me at bay, driving me to mcdneaawith yoor eold-hautodobalmey, yon will make a bettw laigda. Itbaoattwofezchai^ aad barter with yoo. ' If yoo loved me yon woold net tnatme aa." " Periiapa I doat lore yoo." ** Ton MM aatnunesgi^ wlA a heart aa "â- â- a aa the iiiilhwiBaat adnatanav" ha aa- â- warai, aadlelt her ia a favar of rage. N««w baiaffa had ha btm ao ttwactad. s-Jl'V-K?.'***- '^â- " fbotariata in the dity whiah wan to be froMB haidbaiore to-moRO* Bwrniag. He woold hay* her to her nrida and hw folly; he woold leave her to lad ootwhat life waa worth withoot him, once having known the aweetneaa of hia flatteriea, the delight of his compaay. He had a letter from aa old college mend in hia pocket, a letter ^(^oaiBg a mmith at Monte Carlo. Yea, he would go he woold forget this gipsy girl, and tot her forget him if ahe conld. He went baok to the Abbey half cored of hia paasion for that atrange girl, and it waa a shock to him, and far from a pleasant one, to find her in his mother'a honae. He accepted her presence there as a dm of her complete anbjngation. She had riu- ed eveiy thug to be near him. He felt cer- tain of ultimate conquest. She might carry herself ever so proudly, but at heart she was his slave. Then came an unexpected distraction- in the presence of another woman. He began to make love to hia brother's betrothed in sport. It pleased him to discover his in- fluence over that weak and giddy nature, like the power of a snake over a bird. Poor little bird, how it fluttered and dropped under the spell, and walited helplessly to be caught. His earlier feelings were those of amusement, flattered vanity only. He did not mean to be disloyal to Adrian, And then arose within him the old thirat for con- quest, the hunter's passion for the chase, and the kill. It was not enough to have fluttered that foolish heart. He must be sure of victory. His own fancy had been kindled in the pursuit, and he told himself, as he had often done before, that this was the most serious passion of his life. What was fidelity to a brother that it should hinder a man's life long happiness? It was seven o'clock in the evening when Madpe found herself at Waterloo statim. In her ignorance of railways and time- tables, she had contrived to spend a long day upon a journey that might have been easily accomplished in five or six hours. She had travelled in local trains, and had wasted hours at various junctions, and it seemed to her that she had been travelling for a week, when she aughted amidst the crowd and bustle at Waterloo. She had eaten only a penny roll upon her journey, and she longed for the refreshment of a cup of tea after the dust and heat of ths way, but she had to husband her few shillings, and so tramped off, faint and thirsty, in the direction which a policeman had indicated to her as tbe nearest way to Mayfair. The nearest way seemed a very long way to that solitary explorer before she had reached her destination, and York road, Lambeth, gave her a sorry idea of the great city. But when she came to Westminster Bridge the grandeur of colossal London burst upon her all in a moment. She was awed by that spectacle ot Senate Hooses and Abbey, the broad river veiled in the mists of evening, the long lines of golden lamps. It was all grand and wonderful but the heavy smoke-laden atmosphere op- pressed her. She seemed to lose all the elasticity of her nature, the light free step of the rustic. It was a weary walk from tfie bridge to Little Leopold-street, for at almost every turn she had to inquire her way, and the roar of the traffic bewildered her, while every omnibus looked like a Juggernaut car bearing down upon her with murderous intent. Little Leopold- street seemed a haven of rest after the noise and bustle of the great thoroughfares. It was a quiet little street, lying perdu among streets of greater altitade and social importance. It was an exclusive little street, or gave itself airs of aristocracy, and there were flowers in all the windows. Numbsr 144 was brightened by red silk blinds, behind which lights were shining in drawing-room and dining room, shining dimly in the dusk. Madge's heart almost fail(Sd her as she rang the bell. The house had such an aspect of elegance and luxury, as she waited there, with the perfnme of the flowers in her nostrils. Every window was full of flowers. And it was from snch a nest as this she was to ask her •mother to go oat with her into the stony wilderness of Lon- don to toil for daily bread. She had to remember the dialogue in the police conrt in order to give herself conrage. A smartly dressed young woman opened the door. " I want to see Mrs. Mandevilie, ii yon please," said Madge. " I ain't at all sure as she can see you. What's your business 7" " Yon can toll her that I am a relation of hen, and that I have come a long way on purpose to see her." " You can stop inside while I go and ask, but I'm pretty sore Mrs. Mandevilie won't be able to see yon to-night. She's expecting company." "Please ask her to let me speak to her, if its only for five minotes." "Well, I'U see. Yoo can take a aeat while I go npstairs." Madge entered the halL It waa small, but set off with all the artistic trickery of the fashionable apholaterer. White thuq- nelling, Japanese curtains, Japanese jara. Madge sat down on a bamboo bench, and waited. The door of the dining-room atood open, and she aaw a table Inzorioosly arranged for four people. Silver, china, aU tiie service more extravagant thui anything she had seen at the Abbey. While ahe waa looking at this bright interior, the taUe, sideboard, and !nantel-piece lisbted with wax candles, and glowing v. ith flowera, the door of a back room waa atealthily opened and a ahabby-looking old man with a grimy countenance peered curiously at her, and then withdrew. She had been joat in time to aee a amall room, with two candlea aad a jugand glass open a table. Who eoold that horrid looking old i««^n be, and what had he to do amidst all thia amartneaa and glitter T The maid reappeared open the narrow atairoaae. "Yoo oan atop tiiia way," ahe aaid, beckoning, and Madge went op to the aecond Box, wondariag aa ahe went at tiie hot- hooaefioweta on the atairoaae, the Yelvet- ooveied hand-rail, the amber brocade enr- taina which vdled the large wfaidow ea tii» lEhe Mrraatlhnig opea Ihe doorwitii aa aagrrahr. "Shaaia'tiitaatatato aaeaayona," ahe She hadaaw heea aaah a„ daotiatajt aad lUtAy " b to diaicdar. tW .^' ^t^t- riS3ai4 habit, hat, whip, aad «1ovaa, a paari aad feather faa, a pab of aatia di vpera, a nawa paper or two, and a voloow of a nord. AXL the ohaira were cnoomberad, a Parriaa oat omled rooad opon one, a heap hooka aad newspapera oa aaother, a tea tray on a third. Maatlepieoe and fireplaoe were draped with point lace, over torqnoiae velvet. There waa a fire homing in tiie low hearth, and the atmosphere waa oppreaaively hot A woman waa lying on a aofa In front of the fireplace, her long black hair hanging loose over her white moalin dreaain^-g^wn. A woman who had once been atnungly handsome, and who waa handsome atill, even in decay. Her cheeks were hollow, and there were linea opon the low broad fore- head, but the large dark eyea had lost little oi tiieir splendour, and the finely cut features were nnimpaired by time. The woman who called herself Mrs. Mandevilie tamed those darkly brilliant eyes npon the intruder with a look of keen- est scrutiny. Then dowly, without a word, she rose with languid movements from her sofa, walked across to Madge, and laid her hands upon the girl's shoulders. Silently, deliberately, she scanned her face, as they stood thus, confronting each other. Madge's eyes seemed transfixed by those other eyes so like her own. " To my knowledge I have but two rela- tions in the world," said Mrs. Mandevilie, slowly, " my father, and my daughter. Are yon my daughter " " Yes, mother," answered Madge, with her arms round her mother's neck. (TO BK CONTINUED.) ;: oTelelKebir. BT WILL T. JA1IB8. Kocturnal mists of gloom are spread Alon^ the plaia prone as the dead Each martial sleeper lies Around the tentlees bivouac Each watchful sentry stalks his track. And " All's Well " betimes cries. Midnight is pastâ€" three hours of day Scarce have in darkness slipped away. When masters every n:an Full harnessed for the rash onslaught. Resolved to quit them as they ought, Like they who took Redan. The rumbling guns' and marshalled squad In cautious haste speed o'er the sod In line of battle formed Marching all sternly to the fray. Like spectres in nebulous grey, Valiant and nnalarmed. At dawn of day with dread surprise, Bef jre the foes' affrighted eyes, Onr troops to fight advance Swift swarming o'er the neutral ground. With fire reservedâ€" the only sound " Orders and ambulaoce " Anon the cannon'8 thnndrous roar An iron storm upon them pour From centre to tha flanks But dauBtless 'cross the trench they leap, RrgardleES tt the fires which sweep With havoc through thtir ranks. Above the clamour rings their shoat, As bold they scale the first redoubt And mingle with their foes Then fiercely fight with desp'rate zeal. Nor flinch before the shimmering steel- Hand now to hand they close. While thick in deadly struggles pressed True British valour proves the beet And Egypt's warriors fly Our flag o't r Tel el Kebir waves, But sets the sun on many graves. Where British soldiers he. An Anzioas Soul Gamfoited. Poor erring soul 1 thou art not yet forsaken, A Father's loving heart still beats for thee Renounce the steps in sin nhich thou has taken, And thou shsJt have a pan^on full and free. Let not the sins of former days deter Thy heart from seeking after truth and Qod Thou abalt not seek in vain, do not defer. Fly to the.CroBS, and Christ shall ease thy load. A Father's arms are opened to receive, A Saviour's blood was freely shed for thee TruFt not thy erring self, in Him believe, Who bore thy sins upon the cursed tree. No more in darkness shalt thou doubting tread, A brighter Light shall guide thee on tiiy way No more In sin shalt thou be blincly led. Nor in the paths of vice be found to stray. Thy soul shall then in glorious measure feel The Spirit's power, which changes mind and Mill And thus shall not be able to conceal The love which thy eorjptar'd soul shall fill. Then shalt thou grow in grace from day to day. And thou be fitted for uiy home above Till God shall call thy ransom'd soul away To swell the praises of His matchU ss love.â€" Imbis. fnglisli Market for Oanadian Produce. The Canadian Trade retama show that we exported to Britain last year of animals and their produce only $16,315,474 worA, of agricnltoral prodncte $9 438.408 worth, or Irss than $26,000,000 worth of the $300,000,- OOO worth imported by Britain of such pro- duota as we might hope to supply to that country. That is to say, there is still in England a market for $240,000,0CO worth of Canadian agricultural producto a year which we are not attempting to fill. These are facta which may well lead to serious reflec- tion here in Canada. They certainly sug- gest that to Great Britain, and not tiie Unit ed States, who are our competitors for a market, should Canadians look for the great and abiding market for our snrplos agricnl- toral prodocta. Tne United States imported of agricoltaral prodncte of every deacnption laat year only about $^0,000,000 worth, as f ollowB Vegetables .... $2,350,351 Animals 7,816,198 Grains and breadatnfi 7,361,632 Meata and dairy piodoote 1,806.239 Hay 790,394 Total for the year ..$22,085,310 From all qoartora of the globe the United Statea imported only twenty- two millioa dtA- lara wortii of agricnltoral prodocta of every kind iriiataoever â€" only a little more than the egg import of Great Britain, aboot aa moch aa England'a import of oheeae, only aboot one-thjfard of England'a importo of batter, aboot one-half tlM Bog^di unporto of bacon and hama, only aboot a tenth of England'a importo of wheat and floor aad a little ovar oae tweatieth ci Englaad'a a^priooltoral im- porta aa a whole, u ooght not to be diffi- oolt to decide aa to which theaa eoontrlea offeratiia moat valnable market to tiie Caaa- dbm iarmpik Ner dioold tiioe be any he- altatijn in aofnarting ja movtimelit aodi aa Mr. MoCurthy'i, the aim of wUdt ia to pro- mote aaehJaflaenoea aa will lead to anextea. Am o reeiptbeal trade be » e ea Canada aad Hiajem* inwtet fur Oanada' i«rioitlkana ftdvOTitalto M» THE BIHTB OP^^i^^^^iBlIBB. BOWSER. CB»*laaIM..rtMg. «•«»«« by ftecJJr'N, The April number ofaT!'*^ toins an imporumt ilL^"' Cardinal ManiTg ?!Sf,?T»t! Nature DirineaSg'sSS^^J? "S was written forttljSS^'S. clear the doctrine of t£V**b rogardbg the righte rf th?*^^ Whis Eoiinencs MjSL" i had been more or C m^"' N following are extraS f^mlSi The Atlantic cable C;t"5= the circumstances nnde, 3 ** to the law of nature Xt ft?' weary the reader with T «L^ theless, ImayBo^arASS?*^- a Xmrm AaMas the Meres ,^ J in a caanal way that we ^**'"^5«a, a new cwpet, and some L^SJ^diBjat I moat s;et down town """T^enMr. Bowsercame home I aftMOoon and said ^-n all ready?' •»i««»dJ;,S»^KSria dol Are yoo asnameo you- as to say that my word.^'^^^l conference, not a mere pnbu!^» written for use in one of oiT^* I may say esoteric, revie^ " »»«» It can hardly be necesgaL* • IbavesaidaiongCaS^^r^ say among Christians but bouT^, ««nd Christians are oft^n not fin '*U the broad and solid gro^d^^^Js habitually rest. I wil' ^1? "" M •l^know ""Hli^*folk»«d get into a quarrel." Y*« ..mr are yon setting soft in the "'*SrSij Get into a quarrel! Hi. fixe yoo coming?" â- â- â€¢SJLt^todthe carpet store. I had "^â- '^irnn my mind whether to buy -ylll! ASot, nor whether to get light •â- ^5«rt I expected to take a chair ^^fSTderk roil down about fifty l*rlf e£h Sad, and to be all of two 'ST^^toTun. A second arranged JjgioTonrtains, and a third inquired infuU what the other dwlT^""â€" reference. I do this L uJ«?^««»»«^::iJ;~:"' ' bnt out of prudence, for8om?:l^*««*5i?2!^i8h to look at some oarpete " forwant JknowledSra'^i^gdnomrnphere to buy oystersT' By the law of nature all mmk.. ' "' onr.ghttoiheuEeofS'*^ common were created for thTmr^drheirZ elude the possession of anything^taa comes proper to each. Common^SS natural law, and the positive Wd'J perty is exped.entfor tb.ee rZ^^ What 18 our own is more caS," than what is common, (b) Huniu,' are better ordered by reeogniwdi nghte. (c) Human society is more mm when each has his own, protected M law or justice, suum cuique. 3, Theft, therefore, is alway«am.J two reasons (a) It is contrary to (b) It is committed either by etealthal violence. ' 4, But the human aiid poMtivebiwei not dergodate from the natural andDiS law. According to the Divine kw k things are ordained to sustain the it] man, and therefore the division and ipi priation of things cannot hinder the i tenance of man in case of necessity. Ik fore the possessions of those who hni superabundantly are due by the ni law for the sustenance of the poor. This doctrine lies at the fonndttioti the positive law of property in bU CaiiiL dom. It exists an unwritten Uw kl Catholic countries in France it it I Droit au Travail in England ii iscki a legal statute in our poor law, ncdeiili. everyone has "a right either to woiij to bread without work." Li the i' Scotch law it was recognised under theH- of Bumdensech a scarring man hilj right to carry away as much meat Hi could on his back. All these authoiitieil give, not by the way ot example oreihor tion to larceny, but in proof of the siti right from which they flow. It must be borne in mind that my pstp. was to justify and derate the poor Itw i England by showing that it wasfoma upon the natural right of man to lifemdll the sustenance of life. In proving tliii| was compelled to ehow that tbisnitonlli is supreme over all positive law. Iheil ponente of the pcor law, to evade the i_. question, promptly seized on the latter i escape the former. The obligation to feed the hungry s, from the natural right of every man toll and to the food necessary for the soBtea of life. So strict is this natural right t it prevails over all positive laws of jropr Necessity has no law, and a starving i has a natural light to his neighbor's br I am afraid that those who speak so o dently about rights, obli^tions and 1 have not studied, or have forgottai, first principles of all human positive OT.i the law of property did not rest upon »« tural right it could not long exist Bsl the natural right to five all hnmw w must give way. Keep Your Eyes on Thia. Dr. Ltinday lays down the following r for the better care of the eyea 1. Avoid reading and study by light. 2. Light should come from^e«i«.' not from the back or from the front 3 Do not read or study while wfa great bodily fatigue or during recovery j^ illness. 4- Do not read while lying dd P. Do not use the eyes too longiit»^ for near work, but give them al periods of rest. 6. Reading and study »ho«W W systomatioally. -j »i..,taoiiii«P*| 7. Daring study avoid *« '"'Kl tion, or whatever tends to prodnoe c««r| tion of the head and face. 8. Select well-printed books. 9 CorrecterrorsofrefractionwwPI per glasses. j:riiai«'l 10. Avoid bad hygenic the oae of alcohol and tobacco. 11. Take suffident exercise »« wi»« conditiHi" itln'**! 12. Let the physical keep^ 7^1 mental culture, for «««'»«"'£i«*l«*' usually observed in those who aieâ€" physical development SouMesofPopeLeo'sBeran^ I Pope Leo XUL derive, to g^j* three aourcoe-namely, ^^'r^^eitef^l the money Wt in thepontifioj*^ hh predecessor, ^Ji'Jc.P^t^H to $625,000 a year ^2 J^^Sr-^J tribntion, which ^^^^Jnfi^'Zl $415000; 3)A« •^'lil**!« reeeipta of which »«'»^'-S!i -f^lKl titief decoratfon..^ pri^Slsa^ J^ Mr. Bowser. „, •fj^l Light or dark colors? Bt' dont know anything of the sort ' ^nlentv of whito horses and houses, l^^irtsand hate and I don't ftnow "gft carpets shouldn't be fashionable. SftTi^^^tToa won't like it. This ApStemia what Mis. Gov. Smith select- Ifcrher front bed room." nVvi^WeU, I may get that for my horse U Star on. Send up a man to measure t JkO. and give me that Ught pattern, te. V^Bow«rr I said. "You Lna't selected already I fi'Oertsinly." ^, I «' Bat we â€" ^we â€" «Kve minotea is enough for any one to rii a carpet, Mrs. Bowser. We want ^bmaaelik and we want a light ground. iVall there is to it. We wUl now go b-and buy tbe table Unen." I" Bnt can't I have time to look around? JMTimel What do you want of time! roB want three Imen tablecloths and two en napkins. We've got the money tc j^ let'em. What more is desired " "But it's BO Bidden." "Scare earthquakes. Wellborn here. We entered a dry goods store and sa I to the linen counter. A young niat « forward to wait on as, and after bemt Ud what was wanted, he queried I "So you want some real linen. Well, hen Lwmething I oan recommend." " Is that all linen I" "Yes sir," "Is it " asked Mr. Bowser, as he turnei I IcUdn't think it was but I told Mr. Bow r to let it go. It was the custom in all dr; jodi stores to lie about such things, an (Hie thought of raising a row. " Madame," said Mr. Bowser, as he tooi tdoth over to a motherly old lady, " i .Ji all linen?" j « No, sir it's half cotton " she replie V an inspection. • Where's the proprietor of this store J denumded of the clerk. "Iâ€" I'U call him, sir." The proprietor came up. "Is that linen!" asked Mr. Bowser. " It passes for linen, sir." I "K you pat a covv's horns and tail on â- e he'd pass foir a caw, wouldn't be? Si: J looks to me like a petty swindle, an 2 on ought to be ashamed of " t proprietor begem to blow up tl "ak, and the clerk said he'd lesign, and i I got out doors I penned Mr. Bowser in! ^doorway, emd said " 111 never dare enter this store again " " Don't want you to. Tiie man is a li; ~d the clerk lied by his instructions. We -/•Bother." next store was crowded, and as v id the' linen counter it was to fii stool occupied. I tried to get M r oat, anticipating trouble, but u atdy at that moment one lady obaei i to another ^Baar me, bnt this is be third afterno t oome down town t buy a table clol II haven't got suited yet." "And I want four crash towels, a been all over lown twice," replied t "B^ yool" anapped Mr. Bowser tadM, • are yoo busy " ' Waitina on these ladies, sir. " •Have tfcy booght anything " "^.they going to?' "t-'-aontknow." "•^Wl, I've no time to fool away. Vttraa linen table-cluths and two do: is." ' wnrr- ^•diea arose in great indignatic I'HA «f them gave, me a look that pien â- ^ to the heart, and each one gave 1 '~~t a look which ought to have short two feet, bot which had no appar t r Beven minutes we had foi l'"*«»» wanted, pedd the bill, and w "â- to go. The clerk acted a bit sul U^ fiowaer waa getting ready to g |Mriaa^ when I appealed to him ^n peace. I told him it was the â- Bveral thousand ladies to c( •very aftornoon to shop, i ig conriated of promenading t to ahow their suite off to a lo ^loofera, aad entering the st aa boor smd a half to buy a ' itf laoe or ribbon. The cl at tiie aame moment, an oot without and and which "^^Xl^^l noaily. The.ggr«g»»f,*tiB- •"^1 eto. amoonta to a vast $1,500,000. onnal OrewrtinatedHto' " I ihiak I must have «^SIW" ' tiw diahea," he aaid aa we I to a eiockery store. IDie Opinion of All Polaon'a NervObe, the g Hi tiiat it ia never-failinj tim. Neuralgia, to Ik^the atomach, and k ihaidahedaaif by nu t apezatimi, pleaaani "latlhevenrfronti m. AtriJ bottle â€" QMila, a 'wry b Ij^hnttiM beat ezpc Jto, il aaoffererfrom km nt Vi aent botti laBdeoaatcydeaV m\. ,«* »? s^ laf