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 ^ppnpii^liMPP "*^*-^"v^ /^ ' ';. ^BIFICE OB, I.ove of Her. CH. AFTER xvui. she had u ntiretty always she had ii^^.ZK\retiy pvi, but she now m her happy beautiful. Mother- in the lustrous ty child, a i»f"°fSed, had crowned the «^TJ with gentle dignity. Even "i' ^fhere had beena childish- """""nleteness about her beauty »=°Tthe criticalobserver rather """bat the childishness, the m- '^•' L,all gone now, travel, aoci-, *^"'Ta of many new faces, resid- « "'Tfhe gayest cities m Europe, WiZltlM that: 8he was a '«^*'weU versed in all the arts of °"' .r ill at ease, never embarrass- %r womanly, always. As she L-eiiil' one small gloved „ the box, -- '""iVhtlyupon the velvet-covered »" holdin- a dainty ivory and ie»'"' "° n'any lorgnettes were ,â- ;£ n'-any people whispered ad- I';, beautiful woman." " Jas a marvellous combination te^J^l-teui.gjet, all black. ^- Z the nure, creamy complex- K-S bonnet, the work of one of " Ifebrated French milliners, showed /Tp the wavy masses of shining "*!re were diamonds flashing in her ";! her throat, the diamonds Russel â- Â°; her^poa their wedding day-tbey his mother's before her-and at tabeworeâ€" it was a strange coinci- "a cluster of deep red rc;.es. 'Id: ahe stood there, her eyes wan- ^^^eiessly over the house, then sink- Jw into a chair, she turned iier head speak to a gentleman who. coming I (./back of the box, seated himself be- u and taking her opera glass pro- •oscan the house. t wed eyes Rusael Anthon had looked £ wife's face, eyes wtiich were filled Ithemost passionate longing, with the anguish but when those zed eyes fell upon tho man Btense jij agoDi-- liiseated himself by her side, there J into them an expression made up of nes3, despair and fierc? anger. Little tattat it was so, for Muriel's compan- ni bia brotherâ€" the false, blackhearted ter, who had r.ibhed him of everything j';elddearinthe world. Pjtnkingly handsome Arundel was in ji:le« evening dress. There was not bio* upon his taoe, with its clear-cut, A-featurc-. there was no cloud of sor- fcremorio in his lonf -lashed dark eyes, Idookiug at hira would have thought :e was fuilty of a sin as black and |c-ja.'anv ever committed by man, that sike o: a woman's love he had sold |il: Wealth, eisr, luxury, and above le p:s3iouite love which Muriel poured Icpoakim like water, had wrought mar- loui chaugea in Arundel Anthon; he had yoan^tr instead of older since that 11 'Bo:r when, with Muriel's arms W liim, her heart beating close to bis, i yielded to b niplation. lijjb; very much if many m€n love wo- lashe !ove.l Muriel ic was more than â- .was idolatry, worship his world lan.ifuded in her; she was his all, im: sake he had rriven up every chance of 'a. Like the lutos eaters of old he had |t:j':gii; of any future, no hope of any leir.er; he sp:-nt no time in vain regrets ^notluok sliUil.lL'riugly before him, he fei only ill the pre-c-n' and the pre ent piluriel i:i his love for her he drown- nnioience, stifled rt-niorse. He was M'y in the same stat-s that an opium iwhen under the etlects of that dead- ' his moral .^en^libilitie3 were dreed- I'.iesoalhad loa all power overthcbody; pMt possible to imagine a man in a r^e CQodi'io I mentally than he was, f:tiii3wa3 wl'.it Muriel's love had done tor i^syear and a half spent abroad had pJ3 much fer him as it had done for "*. There Was not a man in the thea- fiatnight whoij manners were so easy, Juarminfr, whose tastes were more F-'M and retined, who e conversational ^S'^sfere more varied and brilliant. Peo- i*uofMi-. aud Mrs. Russel Anthon, f art the most charming couple, and /•P«"ecily suited to each other." 1*0 the df3:jlate man, watching them 5ud 80 too with a breaking heart, f-e the fierce anuer died out of his eyes to pp iced by t!ie (dd agony. He noticed _:Murielnfc.-t!ef: closer to the man who ^•»«aideher, and who had thrown one P0|w the back of her chair, and she f^eduowand tiieu into his face, her own with perfect happiness, every "Oh. jm.-nnnnima. J»Anm k» eye. itmmtiiig upon the AnthooTb,?^ ^l£»^ '"ttttiem, Mr. and Uxn, OtSm we aU to|T«l,d tqg«tlwr thR«grSS».^ and »nto Prtjioe we hitd «ich » delightful "fell in love with Iln. iiithon-die i« 80 very iweetand lovely I am not snrariMd nor w any one wTio has met her, tlmt^Mr husband idoluee her. They are certainly the most devoted conple I ever saw • if h# idolizes her. she fairly worships hii. and that 18 not strange either, for lie is cne of the most aereeable men I ever met, and so very fine lookmgtM); they are perfecUy suited to each other in every way, those two, they certamly must have been made for each other. There, the curtain is going All through that first act Russel Anthon Mt there as totally unconscious of whatwas being said and done upon the stage as if he had been miles away from the theatre. He wondered vaguely if hi« streneth would last him until tho play was finished, it seemed to b^ slowly ebbing away from him, and his agony was growing almost unendur- able. The drop-curtain fell upon the fi.st act. The house was again brilliant v, iih gaslight, filled with soft murmur of many voices. Looking across the stage Muriel recognized her friends, bowed smiled, and beckoned them to come to her. "Go round and tell her I will come at the close of the next act, Herbert," said Mrs, Disbrow, and when her busbimd had left the box to do her bidding, she seated herself in her chair, looking over her programme, and fanning herself with her painted fan. "You were telling me about your friend, Mrs. Disbrow," said Russel, after moment's sUence. "Ah, so I was." Then suddenly, "Why, Mr. Bjandon, are you ill, you are so ghastly pale!" He passed one hand over his throbbing temples. "It IS very warm in here, and heat always affects me," he answered, quietly. "What was I telling you about Muriel " said Mrs. Disbrow, musingly. "Ah, I re- member now; I was saying how dearly she loved her husband. I am afraid you will think me a Ead gossip; Mr. Brandon, but you would not think, would you, to look at them now, that when Mrs. AJithon married her husband she did not love him." when his !»• •»«low» "iHlfflmeath Ua eyas, told plvb- •Tak«oarerf yoorte^ BBandon." .aid ire a'l .ightin momios, don't think of gouig .tuirn to the ate ret" • fj^^^^^t^MMo^wwedtoieaehhisioom inthehoijse where he boarded; bat he Md cnly just crossed the thrashold when tite last remnant of his terribly tried strengtii gave way, and he sank down, fainSna tor the first time m his life. After awhUe he came to himself then he drasKed hinuelf to the bed, and lying there inthe darkness he vowed that Muriel should never know that the father of her child was not her husband, radiant .^â- ""^Mcnnaciou-sly betraying" the great *°8;el; tor the man she firmly believed "sr lawful husliand. And Russel saw scew now that Muriel was happier ^undel than he could ever have made •'Oat she ha.l given his brother the love Jj never giitn him, and seeing and '"Sit he said to himself »y sacntice has not been in vain. ' 13 hapDy_happier with him than '"was or ever would have been with «J knowing that I am content to suf- LjI^J"" niurmnrpd Mrs. Disbrow, lay- ' h,^ opera-glass and leaning toward 'bpmI"' l"^*"""® the Anthons in "JBs tT^i ' '^°°' y°^ remember they Wth'p fl ^^' time wr- saw them in Paris, 5 in A :^?"S'^t they would go home some to n ,t ^:" ^°^^^y """^^ Anthon ^y /='â-  don't you think she is very • -iir. brandon, the lady in the box inTr'" u For a second he paused, while the roar in his ears grew louder, the mist before his eyes more blinding. The orchestra was playing a brilliant valse. Mrs. Disbrow did not no- tice his changed voice as he said "Why did she marry him if she did not love him?"' "To please hi n as well as her father. Mr. Anthon knew that she did not love him, yet he was content to marry her and wait until love came." Ah, God in heaven 1 there had been a mis- take somewhere. " I would never have married her if I had known she did not love me," the man sitting beside Mrs, Disbrow moaned to himself. "And whenâ€" did she begin to love â€" her husband?" The voic3 faltered as the question was asked. Mrs. Disbrow laughed. "She tolJ me all about it herself, and it only goes to show that we women do not al- ways know the state of our own hearts. They had not been married nuite a year when Mr. Anthon was oblifl;ed to go to Mexico, I be- lieve, on business, and it was not until after his return that Mrs. Aflthon made the as- tonishing discovery that she loved her own husband; quite romantic, was it not She certainly has every reason now to be the happy woman she is, for beside h er devoted husband, she has one child, the most beautiful little baby girl I ever saw. Real- ly. Mr. Brandon, you look very ill, don't you think if you went out and walked up and down the corridor you would feel better " If she could have looked into the rent heart and seen the* misery there, she would have wondered how he could hve and suffer as he was suffering. Slowly the words came from the ashen lips. "Yes, Mrs. Disbrow, perhaps 1 wouldâ€" at least, I will try it. It is so very warm in here." But the poor heart had yet more pain to suffer that night. When at the close of the second act her husband had not yet returned to her, Mrs. Disbrow began to grow a little impatient, Mr. and Mrs. Morehead were talking to- gether earnestly, ^d not caring to disturb her father, she asked Mr. Brandon, who, after pacing up and down the cool corri- dor until the fever in his brain had some- wha' subsided, and resumed his seat by her side, if he would escort her to the Anthons "For I am afraid my hnsband has forgot- ten me, she murmuerd, "and I am veryanx- ious to see Mrs. Anthon." "C^rtainl,I will go with you. Mr. Bran don answered, "onfy. Mrs. Disbrow, cannot go into the box, for I am not well,^Ido not feel able to talk with-stran- S _; ., _r Ji. I afi-Knimsra. yet The next morning a strange longing came upon him to go by Ms former home to see it once more, now that it was bright again with Muriel's presence. He looked up at the window as he passed the house they were draped with snoWy curtains just as they had been when he had lived there with Muriel Slowly he walked down the street. Sudden- ly there was a short, glad bark at his side, a dog's nose was thrust into his hand, and, looking down, he saw Leo. Involuntarily he laid one hand upon the dog's head. '|iieo, old boy, do you know mfe " he whispered. Tho beautiful animal gave another short bark, and putting his front paws upon his arm, tried to lick his face. No matter what the rest had done, Leo had not forgotten his master. "Leo, Leo " As the well remembered voic? rang out clearly, Russel turned. Muriel was stand- ing upon the stoop of her house, her soft hair ruffled by the wind, her blue cashmere morning-robe falling in graceful folds about her. Just as Rusael had passed the bouse, she had stepped out upon the stoop, ' won- dering if the day would be a pleasant one, and Leo had followed her. What was her astonishment when, instead of remaining quietly by her side as was his usual custom, the dog suddenly dashed down the step and along the pavement until he reached a lame stranger who was walking slowly and wearily along. Leo had never done such a thing before in all the years Muriel had owned him, and she was reasonably greatly surprised. "Leo, come!" Again she called to him, and patting the dog's head Russel murmured, "Leo, you must go back to Muriel." But the intelligent animal only looked at him with an imploring look in his great, ex- pressive eyes, still licking his hand, deaf to the call of his beloved mistress. The third tima Muriel called this time there was a ring of anxiety in her voice. "Leo, dear old fellow, you must go," said Russel, sorrowfully. "Go back, Leo, go back to Muriel I" Slowly the dog crept away from him up the steps, then when he had reached Muriel's side he looked up into her face, his eyes filled with dumb entreaty. "What is the matter with you, Leo?" she said, laying her hand upon him. "Come, we must go into the house." The animal turned, looked after Russel's retreating fig'ire, then lifting his tawny hea, he gave a long, mournful howl. And Russel, going about the street, rem- embered the day when half seriously, half in jest, he had asked Leo not to forget him. And the dog had not forgotten him the instincts of the animal had been truer than these of the woman who had called him husband,andof one of the men who had call- ed him friend. wiMMe ignre naa ao alately a JwiraMy m w tc rtium d, whoae loml-ammbk WM aaove aartnnaialMd. IlMTeara sat so VfWy opoB Ma; «ha giM Ifcil â- â- â- â- i^lri with liM dark teown td the mcwj har mmi tSatf awaiteabt^tihrKitkd to theprooA^la* Bittoftlie kighlmid(fau9a. TbsnJaan oldaayiiig, "The devil hdaa Ui owa." Now. iriwtliar ornc his BitailD majeaty doa tmu% tttoae who fpn Hkem aelvea over Jstshis haada, I do not pretend to say, botiertainly Arnndel Anthon had beea narveDoaalr ra ea s a sfa l tbroMgh all the ytran that had elapaed since he had been falae to every wrineroM of troth and hononr within him. He had doubled and trebled the fortnae that had been Basael's, he had sriven fall scope to his natoral powers and genius, had developed and perfected the abilities and talent with which nature had endowed him. Where others had lost, he had wHi where other men had been un- successful, he had been wonderfully sue- cessfoL His business friends said of him, "He has as clear a head, as much forethoght and far-sightedness as any man could have," and they said truly. That rare power of personal faecinatioh had served him Veil it had made him hosts of warm, true friends â€" friends who were enthusiaat'c in their praise of him. His family relations were of the very happi- est, he had wealth to srratify every whim, however extravagant, the passionate love of the woman who was so dear to him â€" would the day of reckoning ever come Five years before, Mr, Trowbridge, who was very proud of his son-in-law, had given him the lot on Fifth Avenue. It was one of those very lots of which he tud thought and which he had hated to think of sacrinc- ine, that night so many years ago when Russel had told him of his love for Muriel and upon that lot Arundel had built a house which was absolutely perfect in its appoint- ments, whose furnishings and decorations were exquisite. He had never liked that other house, the house which had been Russel's wedding present to Muriel, everythiog about it re- uiinded him of the brother whose name and place he had taken, and he was glad and thankful when it passed into the hands of strangers. As he sat there in his handsome 'VnCha Uttia qoivefiBgrigh dMMMkdowa lato adudr aBatookaptba bodcabe bad be a wr a adiag i bat Aa oaly tmd » few «nqwdOBthaM^ap%pmtotta 6l«r, UMkji, aadtiwrowaarwia faatddltiBf lato» nhw^ W|MJUh^«Wn« • kaook at the door. A swa a t nniriaal voioe said, ••May I oome in, Laida r aad. with a Uttle eKobutiaa cf flell^' Lwiia naa to aealatall, graeefnl giil who caiM into tiie A great inaoy people eonudered Aline Brtotwood the most beaotifal giil in her ••aek." Crtafaly she waa voy beantifal. whetiier.moat btaatifolwonld he decided, of conrae. by a persoa'sindiTidnal preference fmr light or dar c beauty, for Aline waa a brunette of tho moat pronounced type. An oval face, with a warm olive c»npl(xioo, masses of dnaky hair growing lo# upon a brod forehead, a mouth with a shor^ curv- ed upper lip and a full lower one, and rows of small, white, even teeth, and eyes that would have glwifled any face large, dark, and velvety they were, with long, thick curly laahes and delicately pencilM brow*.^ The eye and mouth told plainly that there was a depth of p^asion in the girls nature they told that love would be no trifling thing to Aline Brentwood, tha^ it would make or nar her happiness for life. She waa just above middle height, and the curves of theexquisitelyproportioned figure were rich almost to voluptaeusness. (XO BX OOIiTIKUED.) Mnnuny Flowera. Several of the royal mummies discovered last year at Deir-el-Baliari were, it will be remembered, found garlanded with flowers, these flowers being for the most part in won- derful preservatioo. M. Arthur Rhone, in a recent letter to Le Temps, has described the extremely curious ways in which these gar- lands are woven. They consist of the petals and sepals of various flowers, detached from their stems, and enclosed each in a folded leaf of either the Egyptian willow {Salix sdUaf) or the MitRumKpa Kummel Bruce. The floral ornaments thus devised were then I feeling the lady in !:"'""'j"' escort he brought himsnlf -C^'" .."° question put to him, -, '^g i! M P' ^- D:sb:ow would not riQil in his low voice as he row?" you have met her. Iv'e "" '*Mau.]J!!?i, "armg sound in his 'isut «â- !! Y^'" *^- clash of the orchestra, oalore his eyca which shut out Oh, the mockery of it strwi^rs, they were his wife and his twm brother I He stood at the box door an inst^t after Mrs. Disbrow had gone in, he heaxa inndel's musical voice and Muriel's rippling ^^ifwas terrible to stand therewith only a door between him and the woman who ^^ bound to him by the most solemn of^ CHAPTER XIX. A day in May. A fair, lovely day, the cloudless sky above the city was as blue, the golden sunshine as bright, as though it; had been a day in June. It was between four and five o'clock in the afternoonâ€" the fashionable hour for drivingâ€" and the ave- nue was crowded with perfectly appointed carriages of every description rolling along on their way to the Park not so much be- caase their occupants cared anything about the Parkâ€" its smooth-shaven lawD», its beds of bright flowers, its lakes, trees and statuary- but because in New York the Park is the fashionable place in which to In front of a very handso t e house situated a few blocks below the Park, upon the same wide avenue which, thissunshin, spring aft- ernoon was thronsed with carriages, a dog- cart was standingâ€" a dog-cart as perfect m its way as it is possible for a dog-cart to be, with gleaming red wheels and a crest upon its polished sides. The horses were magni- ficent animals, jet black, their glossy coats and gold-mounted harness glistenmg m the sunshine, and they were shaldeg their hand- some heads as though they did not at all approve of the idea of .tandmg beside them stood the groom, a look of complacency upon his face, as if he fully realized the im- portance of being part and parcel of such an aristocratic looking turnout. Upon the high front seat, holding the cream-colored reins closely in his gloved hands, sat the man who eighteen years before had sold hi, soul for a woman s kiss, the man who had smned against his God, his brother, and himself- Uundel YS,°eighteen years had passed since that June day when he had pressed his lips upon Muriel's! and by that bttle act had reno^^- ed his hopes of heaven dog-cart, the sunshine falling over arranged in rows â€" the points bei?g all set him, he looked the personification of wealth, ~^ " ' '^~ ease alnd happiness the sky above his head was not more cloudless or serene than his face. Was he thinking, do yon ask, of another afternoon when the sunshine had fallen hot and bright upon the plains, and he had rid- den away, far in advance of the dark forms outlined so clear against the sky, leaving a dying man to die alone Not at all, he was thinking that his horses were 1 ooking re- markably well, and that it was a perfect dad for driving. Suddenly the massive vestibule door swung open, down the stone st^s came Muriel, lookmg so young and lovely in her carriage dress of sapphire blue silk and velvet that no one would tiave supposed sho was a day over thirty. The years had dealt very lovingly with Muriel Anthon, the satin-like skin was as delicately tinted, the velvety eyes as lustrous, tne coils of gleaming hair as thick and soft as they had been in her girlhood this much Arundel had done, he had made her perfectly happy, he had kept every shade of care and pain out of her life. A great t3ndernessbroke over his face now at sight of her. Throwing down the reins he sprang down from his seat, and lifted her into the carriage, tucking in her dreso, draw- ing the lap-robe over her, doing it all loving- ly, tenderly, then resting himself beside her, he took up the rtins, while the grooni, leav- ing his place at the horses' heads, climbed to his seat, and folding his arms sat with his back to his master, as motionless as though he had been carved out of marble another instant and the handsome dog-cart was roll- ing swiftly along up the avenue. In one of the lace-draped windows of the second story a girl was standing who watch- ed the dog-cart and its occupants until it was out of sight, watched it with eyes that were misty as though with unshed tears. "How dearly he loves mamma," she said to herself, wh'le her wistful eyes wandered from the crowded avenue below her, up to the blue sky, that arched over the city. "I think he worsh ps her to her he is always the same, always loving lo me" â€" the Email bands c'asped themselves together, the beautitnllips quivered pitifully, and great tears stood in the tender brown eyes and clung to the long lashes as Louie Anthon asked herself the question she had a^ked her- self somany times before. ' "Why is it papa has never, never lo'fcd one way â€" and connected by means of a thread of date-leaf fibre woven in a kind of chain stitch. -«• The whole resembles a coarse "edging" of vegetable lace work. Among the Bowers thus preserved, are the bright blue blossom of the Delphinium orientalis,OT larkspur the blue lotus, or Nympluxa ce- rukea ;the white of Nymphaia lotus, with jtink-tipped sepals the blossoms of the Sesbania jEgyptiaca, and the orange- hued flower of the CarUiamus finctorius, or safflower, so largely employed as a dye by the ancient inhabitants of the Nile Valley, The dried fruit, as well as the dried yellow blossom of the Acacia Xilotira is likewise E resent and mention is also made of the lossomof a species of 'water melon now ex- tinct. '1 he foregoing are all interwoven in the garlands in which the mummy of AmJ enhotep I. was elaborately swathed. With others of the royal mummies were found fine detached specimens of both kinds of lotur, the blue and the white, with stems, blos- soms, and seed-pods complete. Still more interesting is it to learn that upon the mummy of the priest Nebsoohi, maternal grandfather of the King Pinotem I,, (twenty first dynasty,) there were found a .specimen of the lichen known to botanists as tho Parmelia fur/urarca. This plant is indi- genous to the island of the Greek Archipe- lago, whence it must have been brought lo Ei^ypt at or before the period of thw H er- Hor dynasty, (1100 or 1200 B.C.) Under the Arabic name of "Kheba" it is sold by' the native druggists in Ciiro to this day. These frail relics of many a vanished Spring have been arranged for the Loolak Museum with exquisite skill by that eminent travel- ler and botanist Dr. Sc jweinfurth. Classi- fied, mounted, and, so to say, illustrated by modern examples of tin same flowers and flints, they fill elevinc a es â€" acoUectionabso lutely unique, and likely ever to remain so. The hues of these old world flowers are said to be as brilliant as tho-^e of their modern prototypes and, but for the labels which show them to be 3,000 years apart, no ordi- nary observer could distinguish between those which were buried with the Pharaohs and thos e which wer6 gathered and lined only a few months ago. â€" Ckambfrs' Jour- ttaU ?râ„¢s^irand%"t;ieyundel dow^ike^a dog, to fold Muriel to his achmg heart and clJmher as his wife. Then suddenly he turned aw^y. a great ^okmg "ob mmg^ his throat-Muriel had never loved hm, never., never, and she loved Armidel, she was the mother of his child. It seemed to him as if the plf? ""^^"^Jt er come to an end that night bu^aV last the great green c'lrtam descended the large audience di^^"' ^Sl linjjered long enough » *®f „ ^r^rc fold Muriel's cloak tenderly aW her figure; then, almost staggermg, he wentoutmtoi night air. he had Uved eighteen yeirs of intoxicating hf PPi""' "J luiury and ease, and wrath of God had not fSen u^n him and yet "Vengeance is Sie .^iTtheL;,rd." ^ouU ^he vengean^ of his Creator ever overtake Arundel An- *Xlever sin may distort and disfigure the soSitual body, this thin? is qmte certain, it dK^ always affect the natural one On thTcontrary. if .ture seems to take a "fiend^ Uh deSS^^ =lo*hing the horribly deformed ^ul^ the most beautiful flesh just as we find Jhe richest and brightest tints in the iowera whose juices are poison and we S^lJTow that Ve deadUest Berpentehav^ themost exquisitely marked and mottled Nothing in Arundel's face or form betniy- ed the fact that his soal was defonned and Si-llLkened. You might walk from one ^d of Fifth Avenue to the other, jmd not a man whose face was so strikingly me T It did seem hard to nnderstind how any ono who was brought into d»ily contact with her could help loving her â€" she was so fair *nd sweet, ths only child of Muri-i An- thon 's. She was just eighteen now, and in many respects wat very much what her mother had beea at that age. She had the same petite, daintily rounded graceful figure, the same small, haughtily poised head, and masses of curly bronze gold hair but the low, broad, intelligent forehead, the beautiful, truthful, tender brown eyes, the expressive mouth with the tinge of hauteur about the sensitive lips, anl ths firm chin â€" these were not Mariel'l â€" no, no. Win- tome, loving, charming, full of generous impulse, sympathetic, true • hearted, there was more strength and firmness in Louie Anthon's nature than she was herself aware of. For a few moments she stood there in the window with that sorrowful look upon her face, wondering sadly why her handsome father had always been so cold and indiffer- ent to her. It had always been so, as long as she could remember he hatd never given her unasked a single caress or kiss. When she was a child, and used to run to meet him, he would put her aside coolly. Other girls bad fathers who took an interest in them â€" were proud of them he seemed to feel neither pride nor interest in her. And she liad tr ed so hard to make him love her, and bad been always so thoughtful of his comfort, so tenderly attenaiveâ€" all to no purpose. "{s It because he loves mamma a^ dear- ly that he has no love to spare evenune â€" his only child?" she thought, sorroi^tlly- "It seeoMi to me God meant that love sbi^d deepen and broaden people's hearts, making them more thoughtfhl and tender tor every one around them." A '•Mlaalng Linlr.* Mr. Farini is now exhibiting at the Royal Aquarium in London a str.inge hairy little creature named Krao. Krao is described as a very bright-looking, intelligent girl of abont 7 years of age. She wis caught, ac- cording to the account given of her by Mr. Farini, in the forest near Laos, in south- eastern Asia, and brought to England by Mr. Carl Bock, a Norwegian. Hearing in various quarters of the existence of a race of hairy tailed men similar in appearance to a family kept at the court of Mandalay, be offered a rew.ird for the capture of a speci- men. A man was caught, and with him the child now exhibited, and a woman of similar appearance then allowed herself to be taken. When the little one attempted to wander her parents called her back with a plaintive cry, "Kra-o," and the call has been sidopted as her name. The father died at Laos of cholera, and the King refused to let the mother go but Mr. Bock succeeded in getting the child to Bangkok, and ob- tained permission from the King of Slam to take her to England. The eyes of the child are large, dark, and hiateous the nose ii flattened, the nostrils scarcely showing th« cheeks are fat and pouch-like, the lower lip only rather thicker than is usual in Euro- peans but the chief peculiarity is the strong and abundant hair. .On the head it is black, thick, and straight, and grows over the fore- head down to the heavy eyebrows, and is continued in whisker-like locks down ths cheeks. The rest of the face is covered with a fine, dark, downy hair, and the shoulders and arms have a covering of hairs from an inch to an inch and a h^ long. There is, it is said, a slight lengthening of the lower vertebrae, suggestive of caudal protuberance, and there are points in the muscular confer mation and otherwise which will provoke discussion. Krao has already picked ap a few words of English. She is said to bo of a frank, affiectionate disposition, and shows truly feminine delight in her clothes, jewel- lery, and ribbons. Mr. Farini exhibits her as "the missing link." A' s iU i ' J' *!« "â- â- ;. J. I i 1 i I' 'â-  i^l H »! I f 'C 1 ,.\i %-' ' â-  LM ,^i'^..-^f"^..