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 i^'^W » !. BETFEEN TWO STOOLS. CHAPTER L ' I bsve aoiaatiiiiig totaa yoo. Mary." Mary Banlej iM bcr work fall into her lap, and looka^ap at the speaker. Shewav a taJ], alim, daik-l a'nd wiBoaa ti aevea or eight and twenty, with a plain, patRnt «" and wiatfal eyes. Sbe kad aofe a single claim, in featare or odoriiig, to any of t'oe acknowledged forma of prMtiacn, and yet Eomething ahoat her would have oompslkBd ft second glanoe froai those iriio had ootein- ed » fint "Well, Tom, what is it?" Her face ic'.tsa- ed as her glance ft 11 on Tom D^nreis, hand- some. blu:-eyed. fair idured Tom, whom people spoke of only to praise. They ^lad been playfellowp these two, who were alike only m yesra. They were lovers now, snd they would be husband and wife one day at least that hope had beautified existence for both of them during seven years. Sevoi years! It is a big slice out of the beat part of the allotted threescore and ten. although it was only lately that one of this faithful pair had begun to think so. Ti:e other had never thought it yet. "What is it yoa have to tell me?" Tom crossed the room, and bent over her to stroke her hair. The aiovement was a carets, and then it eoabled him to avoid her eyes. "I have been offered an app intmeut at Bangoon." "At Bangoon!" She echoed the words without any intonation of surprise. "Tiiat "In Bnrmah. As if yon did not know that and everything else, my little scholar and Rangoon is a big place with openings for lots of fellows. Stephens has written, saying be needs a partner, and so I think, if yon don't mind, that I shall go out there in a month or two." Mary Bsnley did not answer. In the pause that ensued she heard the purring of the cat on the hearth, and smelled the faint odor of the mignonette growing in the win- dow box. She knew quite well that the linnets outside were piping to the roses and that Tom Danvers was waiting for her an swer; but she also knew that her pulses were growing fainter and fainter, and that the weight of a lon^ dreaded blow had fallen. "Are you not gettine on here?" she asked altera pause. "I thought ycu told me that your work was increasing; I thought you expected that we mighc marry in the Spring." "It was all a mistake, due to my con- founded hopefulness, i got a new case or two when Smithson wai away for his holi- days, but be holds the patients, and will go on hold ng them^ The tact ie, Mary, there is not i cope here for two medical men, and I new that, thoogh I settled in the place when you wished it. But I have not made a hundred pounds in the past twelve months and you know that means failure." "But I make a good deal by my teaching sni I thought that, working together, we mi^ht get on." "That is quite out of the question," he said, f I etfully, turning away from the plead- ing^ patient eyes. "1 am not going to have my wife drudging all day long that we may not starve. I'll support her myself, tr do without her." The pals hands lying on the piece of naedlework pressed each other a little, then the sweet voice spcke softly and firmly. "I have been thinking often lately, Tom, that you would be wiser to do without me. You see we have known each other for so long that we have really grown to be more friends than lovers, and I am far older than you in reality, though not perhaps in years, and Eo I cannot help believing at times that our ent^agement has been a mistake." 'Oh, you do, do you!" wrathfully. "You see it has lasted seven years now, and in seven years, you know, your science teaches that we change completely, and so I tbihk, Tom, dear, that it would be far better if you Iwned your future without lettinc 'any thought of me hamper ycu. 1 am safe enough, jou know; the high school pays me a comfortable salary, aud I have grown accustcmed to the routine of life with Mrs. Gillet, and so, dear, I can quite hon- estly bfier to set you free." She was cmil- ing at him travely, and her eyes were very clear and bright, but she had an idea that her heart was weeping. "You are tired of me, I suppose? You im- agine that I am likely to to M a failure, and you wumen cara only for success," he an- swered bitterly. "I suppose the woikiog ones of us know that success comes s me tiaoe to the steady and patient," she said, the first hard tone soundii g in her voice. "And have I not been either?" "Dear Tom, don't imagine that I wish to find fault or criticise; I love you far too well for that; there is no one in all the world as dear to me as you are. But do you not think yourself that our engagement has been toe piotraoted to seem hopofnl now? You don't feel it as I do it seems to take all my strength away to see oar life together always slipping further and further off." "If 1 make things worse for yon, of course that alters matters." His face had lost its smiling softness, his brow was stem and angry. "You are my yonth and my happiness, the end oi my dreams," she said, passion- ately "the want of you will leave my whole future barren." "Then why need yoa give me up?' "Bacanse I think you will be freer with- out me; because you are learning to dread me, and so the love is growing imperfect?" "It was for your bulb I tmaght of Bm- goon.' he said sullenly. "Yes,^4lear, and it is for yonr sake, Heaven knows, that I propose to give yoa up. lam a drag on yoa, and what yoa feel for me is far more friendship than love." "If yon think so I have nothing more to say." He rose to go, stifiSy, and then the trader heart in her failed. "Oh, Tom, if it wwe not beat for yoa, do yon think I would have spoken?" She wanted him to tell her that it was not best for, him; she wanted him to prove to her that all hw doabta were iieedleaa,bat she had hart him, «nd at her rela^ng he hardened himself. "H it is best for yoa, that is enoo^" ha nid, and took his hat and left bar without looking her again. When the door had doaed behind hSm MaryBsnlOT sat five minutsa 10110111 si. The airy babUe aba bad spent laTan years blowing waa shattered In^ b«r own toach. SheaoHoely realised Mat bad happened mt, bat than waa a nnab aolung at bar heMrt,fitf wtaaaftanaaykâ€" .dOMprshia incpang. Tonwas gone, and IVimwaiilia lovirofbar wfa«do IifirrW--4aa in «U* eapaei^ she wooli 1 bad alwaysbeen r wold I maUa far p taadptotegj. What aatarado now, «itk- ont say MS to plan for or prJtoe*? Wiydbawritoto bar. aha won vMiii absbeleft ahmsa witiioat A^irtienwoald bago? And would ediao(.fBiiiba4*iari»«r^\.- „ ,v Six dnTpaaaad #illioi##ven an^f^i- reet wonlfirambiaa. ^thfFtoanig smk waa acqasmg a â- i a d4 iin hig ':iwtatony, »ad tb« ettnia^ s i»M i w ft^eaprfriBg l a na l »» « w Mttybadfew i^frieiAaadBO coaCdan to a. and ao barbnit^dMi^ieltbe aonnMMi^l- levisticn of tadmig it- over. If ke never came or wrote, jf she never hesf d of hifo again; there was no one in all the wo:ld to help or comfwt her. Bat he woiald not be cruel enough to tteat her with silence fwever be would send her a message one day, and it would be one of peace and frlen^diip. That foitb grew m her day by day, battling with the grow- ing despair and then one day fact ranged itself on faith's aideâ€" a letter awaited bat aa she retorned from the walk she had t^en ta escape from her thoughts. Bat the letter was not from Tom; she saw that as she anfolded it. The writing was bigger, bdder, more l^pble. She read it all throngh before ahn reached the signature. When she bad seen that she read the letter again. It was from John Hay ward, the msn she had alwaysthooght Monsie Gra- ham's lover, and it contained an offer of aiar- riage for herself. "I have loved you always, Mary," he VI rote, "snd I have only refrained from telling you so because I had so little tooffer till now. I did not dare ask you to share a worde home than you have been accustcm- ed to, and so I held my peace. But at last I have attained to what 1 ba^e honestly cov- eted so long; at last Armstrong Co. have made me head of my depaitmoit, and so I dare, after a devotion nearly as protracted as Jacob's, to ask you for my own." It was a plain manly statement, and it went to Mary Banley's sore heart. There was no gush, no agoay of passion, in it; nothing but the simple tale of a man who had known her to be very patient and faith- ful. Yet his love for her startled heir inex- pressibly. She had never dreamed of it. There had never seemed auything but the merest good-comradeship in his attitude to- ward her â€" but of course bis silence and self- restraint rende'ed his love all the more flattering, and John wculd make a good husband. Mary had. an idea thas the man who lived straightly and earnestly would love steadfastly, and she felt that the wo man who became John Hayward's wife would have all chances of happiness in her favor. For an instant she wished this offer had come years before. Now, although Tom was not half so Aae a character as John Hay ward, she loved, him, and that made all the difference. When she came to think of it, it was odd that John made no mention of Ton^' Surely he had known she was engaged to him sorely they had always made that patent to every one? Mary Banley sat thinking over her offer in all its bearings, till the fire waned and her tea was ice cold. John Hayward's offer was nnexpaoted, bat it was very fairaod manly. -She almost started t) find she was considering it, that opposing counsel seemed to be arguing the pros and cons, with, herself for judge and jury. On one side were love and ease and pleasure; on the other side was a barren lif e.holding only the memory of a disappoint- ment. She waa not a heroine, and teaching for her bread during a whole lifetime seemed sad and lonely enough. But then, would not marriage with an- other than Tom seem idmost saoril^e, after all they bad planned together Why their whole future had been mapped oat with ere 3 other, and union with John Hayward would be but a dreary deception. Her letter was written, hurriedly, at last, and when it was finished it was an accept- ance. But she told John Hayward cue truth. She bai loved Tom Danvers hon- estly for years, but now that they had part- ed she did not think any memory of him would ever rise up between her and the hue- hand she was prepared to accept and honor. She wrote this all quite calmlv, but when it was finished she felt somehow as though she were twenty years older than she had been, and as if life had suddenly become quite humdrum and commonplace. Yet she had no thought of changing her mind. She rang the bell composedly for Bessie, the little maid-of-all-work, and gave her the letter with a hand tiiat never faltered. "This is your evening out, I think, Bes- sie. You may post this for me on your way thronsh the villsge," she said, bethinking herseU even of the little servant's affairs in that crisis of her Ufe. "Yes, Miss, surely," Bessie answered blushing, for she too had a lover, and these evenings out meant the joy of the whole week. Somehow Miss Banley felt that she want- ed the letter out of her rcaoh, and vacilla- tion out of her power. GHAPTEBIL "I have come to make things right. I can't do without yon, Mary; yoa are my sheet-anohor; I have felt adrift nnoe I lost you." So Tom Danvers spoke, harrying after her aa ahe came home from afternoon bohool. Thwewas a drizzling rain falling, and the landscape was biarrad, and the heavy oloads hung low, and the woman knew that the face ahe turned to bar lover was [onohed and white. "I thoa^t yoa bad gone, Tom, it ia ao Ions sinoe^.baard oS yoa." '^t i8aw«ak,and perhaps yoa did not aak about me. I never thoaght of going in any mad harry like tliat. Aera ia notmng decided even yat." "Ia there not? I tboogbtâ€" I bad an idea tbera waa," aba answerad. Mteringly. "Oh, no, Stephens onW^ wrote to oflEer me the i^^taaent. and I went to eooaalt yoa ab«atit when yoo toi ma np'ao ahocdy. "I did not mean to hart yon,^' ^be pro- tested, msakly. '•WeO. poimapa some feUowa dont blind bong tinowa over after seven jem'-waitbM MdJoatMtbara ia apnapaottf aoaMUdng "Tba nrospaat aa sm a d my vagoa tenia." gr*"*^ uiiBUy. "Ob. baoaaaa yon wttoldnek IMan. Stonh- ena offm MS «»« ttMa haalrad as ariary ora share ia^lha pMoaada. wUehc^g II|ke. ai4tegr«b«a htn,lAaSLit iti,aoa« 001 t.aa« to 8h* bal atoppad, and thsy fMad kw BOW how pate she with yoa to Bavgoon if na ao aaqr bow. when it mtni with • break in cash Toa an • froaa littla dariiag, bat ihcrawaoaacawi^ for your aaariflov •«•• if Mr. Snrwaxd woald Mnnit ifc. Ijmto liim my nwantatinn tma utttrMtem. There ••- with ^M^^w latof /•3«a«*.-t|i£ra promised "Y«Hha«9l Well, oertainly, yoa Joat any time. .^ -IliTeaot- ^. A^,. 5he6o«lilhate ladtlied with i^i est, mm^ £smal fnirth. She was m tehiptil^e in ber/wn tyen; all ahe had done locAtod BO Btra^ge aafl nnoalled for. Why, that yaj monrfbg her seniea had ret anied " and she knew that a brave, stiong'bsMitafdj sacoessf nl woman â€" ^for she was snocesaful in her own jrayâ€" baa no right to throw hisraelf m any man's charitv jost baci(as»be lovas her and becaoae b«r life-story has been mis- told. If she bad only waited 'to ^oat her latter next day herself it woald naver have reached ite destination. Now John Hay- ward had her promise. There waa no aacaping from tiie position in which she lad plaoed hersdf tliera was no possibility of showing herself even exsas- able; she certainly had hastened with alt speed from the old love to the new. "I had thoaght yoa so different from that," Tom said with bewildered incradnli- ty "I. thoaght you would have been faith- fal to me even if we had parted â€" for a while, at least." "But I was weaker and meaner, yoa see. I wanted sons one to keep me in idleness and buy me fine dresses and treat me well, snd, when yoa could not do it, I doaed with the offer of the first man who could." She seemed to take a certain bitter pleasure in her self-accusation now. "Oh, Mary, I can't believe it. It's not possible You who were always so high and far removed from the temptations that be- set ordinary women 1" he burst forth giroan- ing. "Yon overrated me; I overrated myself. You see now I am not worth taking to Bin- goon, not worth loving or thinking about." "But is it really true Are you not tor- taring me with a cruel jeat " "It is quite tarae I have promised to be another man's wife, and I wrote him that no thoaght of yoa would ever stand be- tween us," she answerjd, arraigning herself. " Then you are a heaitless woman, and I shall never forsive yon " he burst forth, pronouncing judgment on the spot, and then he rushed past her and out of her sight, while she continued her solitary way with laggard steps and a heart that lay in her bos- om heavy as lead. What can she do now She has sown 'the wind, and the harvest of the whirlwind has been very swift and bitter. She has dallied with temptation, and her momentery an- faithfulness has cost her self -rospect. Bat she will be true to herself at last she will recall the promise that should n^ver have been given. It will not matter as far as her happuess is concerned, but it will be the first step in the painful process of self-res- toration. When her recantation was .written there was a load off her mind but she was not in in atay fevor of impatience to post this let- tor â€" it would keeirtill she was on her way to school. After the! hurried emotions of the last twenty-four hours she was physic- ally tired, and so she sat rocking herself backward and forward in her wicker chair with a faint sensation of relief in the motion. Twilight was fading and timid little stars were trembling into the sky beyond the un- carta'ned windows, when there camp a soft top to the door, and Mouie Graham's rosy roguish face peeped in. "Oh, you are not busyâ€" thank goodness for that 1 I was half afraid I might find you deep in the Differential Calculus, and I did so want a good long chat." "Come in dear, I am so glad to see yon itis an oge since you were here before. "Grannie has been worse lately weaker and more fret 'ul, and so I felt I could not leave her without a special errand." "But she is better to day " "Oh yes, ever to moch better, and then Annt L'zzie came to pay her a little visit, so I left Grannie with her, and ran over to see you." "That was very good of yon my dear." " Oh no, it was not; I came on business." Mousie laughed and flushed a little, then she drew a letter from her pocket. "This came addressed to me yestoraay, but it is evidently meant fei you. It is from that booby, John Hayward he is always in the clouds, or among the oog-wheeh of bis looms, and so theresultls a olunder." She unfolded the sheet as she Ispoke, and banded it to Mary, and tlus is what stood before the latter's as tonished eyes Deak Miss Baniat. â€" In the pleasant exouraion we had togetiier last Summer I remember your mentioning a book on ferns that you desired to have, bat could not get as you had forgotten the author's name. I have jnit come across a volume by Teaker- stone, the opening chapter of wluch is on the Osmunda regalis. If you tiiink this is the work in question I shall be happy to forward it to yoa.' Sincerely yours, John Hatwakd. Mary Banley waa sore aome complex ma- chinerry in her head had got oat of order, 80 load and persistent waa the whirring in her ears. When she spoke a j last her voice aoond- ed faint and far away. "Is yoarname Mary f "Of oonrse it is, or rUber Mary Ann, but everyone calls me Mooaie except John Hay- waro. He thought Monde no name for a girl, and so he always cdled me Mary- Miss Mary it did sound so fanny." 'Than, Mias Mary, I bava an offer «f maniaca for yon it eaow to nw, and, natarally enoogh, I took it to myself." Moaaiewaa so flanled that she did not notioe her friwd's portarbatim. "I fancied," ahe aaid, holding tiia latter in bar band, bat not looUag at it, " that he Bvuk liava baeb wjiting to me and had mixed the covers. That ia ao-Iika yoor vary clever peeplel Bat bow lacky the lefctaroaaMtoaneufBgedgirir "Well, I Umt aaa the look of it. Urn I wrote y ea terd ay andaaaapfeod Mau" "Olw MaiyT And TomlT ^^ ' ' SjKSi.' "^^' â- *~*' '^^^ tray, and as she flitted' aboat the Mary apoke with the feeling of deaperat .wbicbaakfla 00 alwayaxant to.lKfA.^^^' en oar wound. "Ton posted my letter last nigbtt Bes- Bessie paused, tiie pietnre of oonaterna- tion. â-  .-.y-:- "Oh, Mias, I'm afraid I forgot all about it" I "Yoa forgot to take it oat, I aoppoae V speaking in a voioa ao bigb. and aigar that it Boarcely aounded like h«r own. "Oh, no Miss I took it ai^ pat Ik in my water-proof pocket, bat Pater met me be- fore I reached tiie offioe and than I fdi^KOt, but I'll ran ont with it now hi • minatet" "Bring it to me io8tead» ,]^aaaQ I dont want it posted now." ' ' Bessie never knew till this boor ^riry Miss Banley gave her five shfliings instead of the saolding rtie expected, neither does John Hayward nndentand why lettw nombor one never reached him. Tom Danvers went to Bangoon, as he had said, in much disgust and despair. Mary's uafuthfalness hM tarilked .the nu^ht into darkness for him, but through his pain a certain resolution to be and do Eometiiing grew daily. He would forget her, he would never speak of her, and if men uttered her name he' would turn aiide, but he would do so well with his own life that one day she would know him the superior of the man she had manied. So, in much wrath and ssorn, he sailed away to sacc)^ or fail as might be. As for Mary, her life waa all 1^ the dead level of moi^otony now. There was al vays the morning's work, always the evening's enforced idleness, and periodically the Icng empty holidays in which her loneliness grew only more assertive. She was growing old, she woald soon be 30, and already there where whito threads in th« glossy smoothness of her hair. But she was a good teacher, she was a success in the high sbHobT, and she clung to that poor trinUp^ tm^hAt last aparce happiness. It was she, the strong one, who would do a small work in a small groove all her life, and Tom who woold grow to snocess and power. But she deserved that for her wrong estimate of both of them. And every one uew that he was doing well and that he had forgotten Jwr. Why^ it. waa only the other day that Mr. Wheelhonse had stopped bar to tell bar th|it ha lu^l. jost, been asking Tom by lettor why be wa« neglecting Mary Bprnley. "It was very good of yoa," ahe bad said, going home with another abaft rankling in ber sore heart. It was dnsk as she went wearily down the street. It was very still and empty, and she felt thankful for that and for the com- ing peace of her solitary parlor. Bit she stood for an instant on the doorstep to wateb the trembling star8,bef«ie she rang the'bdL Benie answered it with a beaming face. She waa very fond of MiasBamley, wnohad always been kind to her. "Tnars is a visitor for yon in the parlor, UMMmied Heroes. Isii rathar a atraage thing that toma of hiatorj are m»d7fM!i*?«oi*, of btavocy m war. in which th«?k «S fieel maay hvaa. and in Z!.'**»«aJ thdr maay livaa, ^d in soineT"^! own. in support of nrir-'?*»«»fca -â€" thet«ljBs of heroes »k;.v wSl^flinci to an -U- »'?*f| what the dan «o where di"^.' %\ prevails and fight it day after weak, Ifi comfort "Hwssavedinsto,/"?*^ fltreqiSlia i^ brave heart tJlS'^H conflict in which hundreds will iM **"» pose armed force with force but ho " more courage and constancy ai* VH go iato tiw boose where dead?v«^«*^ after dav »"" ' conaohtisma of religion, give ho'De f"" sick in body and attheart, to be natii»Il " iratotafal throagh aU. and yeS" every jpoinent brought to mind £'** nurse IS jaataavalnerable to the atul*^ the n^y^^enoos fo» aa were its victii?^." are^now'Wnthing m ite clutches. '" sing] Belf,^ the olaah of arms and thVsiglS rf fi e charge draw thB.„ijr There ia said to be something insniin • battle. «)mething that makesW bnve man loee sight entirely of heed only the conflict. The roar of tadea rushing to the charge driw the ii7m* onward, as theaound of bugle and the b** of many hoofs influence the cavalrv u?* that bH lost the rider, but Sri^ keeps his place m the ranks. NobattleS All is quiet «! cheers theee other heroes. a little fluttering as soon as "Oh, very well." Mary expected one of the pupil teooben who wanted a corticate; so she went up-staira and put her out-door things away, and brushed her hair, and then came down to be the school-mistress at home. But it was not Jane Blakeney who rose at her entrance, but a tall, brown- bearded mm, who looked into her. face, and then held out his hands to ber without a word. "Tom i she said with sigh; 'Tom!" "Yes, it is I. I came back ever I knew you -were free." "I have not deserved it." "Perhaps not but then, you see, I ooold not do without you. Inera some one to scold and keep me right, j "Oh, no, Tom, never again old thinga and old habito are all ended." "And yoa threw the other follow over t" "1^0, not that exaotly it waa all a mia- tokeâ€" all my pride and bia atapidity bat I have been well ponished tor everythmg. I never thoaght you would ocme back." "I did not mean to come back, till I found there was no getting on without you." Aud then Mary burst into tears, and stood sobbing against his shoulder "Oh, Tem, I have misaed you ao 1" she said. "Well, I aJn here now to take care of you -won't that be reversing the dd order of things r' smiling at her fondly. And ao it came about that Mary Banley despite her dangerous hedtation between two stools, found a comfortable aeat on one of them, after all. «. vuo ' ABMefnr Ltfci fr^T "W^d .McOormick, who anived from Montana this week, tdls thia atory wbiob, however we cannot vouch for :-0n the way to Madeod be passed throogb the South Poigan^enoy, where the fiidiana IZ^} Sf*!?* ^.» "y dirtorbed •tat^ V^^*," *•â-  lallowad by five who fired upon him. He had god bi^aid-nS ^li^to b£. SSur •Dy mOBng ahead ofTttam. WiS^L thioa^thaaaddiatanoad^^JIS!? S! fimm J!|S^**r*^WiIiew «Mldla^%p cept when broken by, the rumble of a hL«! or doctor's buggy over the stones, andtt! sobs and sighs of the bereaved and snfferh! -the weU have fled; the sick and t2 faithful attendants alone remain. To the fact that many such noble cW acter* have existed in all ages,, the worldit self owes itj Ufe. Without them diseiil would soon ruin life, cities perish and th! gardens of the earth become either wilder neves or deserts. Daring fearful choltt visitations, and whenever and wherever thj vefiow fever, small pcx or plairae h»« brt^en out with terrible effect, hnmu nature has not proved wanting in ph. Heroes and herdnes have sprang up on £ ddes. ready for the labor of love, whoMonl. earthly rewards m»y be quiet graves, or il extreme cases in a quick-limed trench beddt some of those whom they have been tryim to save. The true nobility of character tu takes such riaka for others can never be .described, bat their example should be kept in mind and with it the thought that thm is something briver than imperilling one'i lifein sangainuy ooofliot, and that is pnti it at atake that those of others may be 1 tuffred.-â€"PreabyteriM Banner. Lord Bandolpb ChurchilL Sarcely above the middle height, of slight build, and apparently delicate couti- tntion. Lord Bandolpb Churohill hassmootii dark brown hair, parted down the middle and thin at the crown. Toe head is smill, the eyes large, the nose short, and the cheek bones somewhat high. His lordship's mou- stache is, however th^ most conspicaou Object of his personal appearance. It ia the hago blonde moaatache of a Zouave ol politica. Onoe, by mistake, Mr, Jacob Bright alladed to the noble lord as "the mraober for Woodcock," and the Home laughed consumedly. And once a newspaper aoribe hit upon a happier title, " The Bu- tain of Debate.' From four o'clock in the afternoon, all through dreary question time, ha aita impatiently in his place, gently a^- tating hisleft knee, nursing above his right, and affeoticn ttely caressing the moustaebe, Dexter and nnistor bands go up altematelj to the ailky darrng of his lips. Fresh witb rest, or haggard and pale with late boon, Lord Bandolpb never ceases to fondle the moustashe. It lends an added joy to the unfrequent honr of victory, or whale Lord Hartington, sixteen years his senior, it tempts, but fails, to wither him with anu- sumption of patriarchal superiority. Un- doubtedly this old-young man preferi politics to- what is called pleasure, yet doei nat ignore the claims of society in the world of words. He is of the very few membore of PAriiament who dress for dinner, So the flowers and songsters of the virgin forest, unseen, unheard of man, are made pleasant to look on and what nature does for bad and blossom, the barbto and the tailor do for the lively leader of the Fourth Party. Lord Buidol^h'a clothes are, however, bat the husk of him, the outride part first seen. The kernel within seems sound, and, if care- fnlly preserved, "nay hereafter become iUastriouB. His industry is mrvellone, hii readineaa oi reaource worthy of all praiie; and though be apaaka frequently, he is on the whole worth listening to. He is sot eloquent with the eloquence of Mr. Glad- stone or Mr. Bright. He has, indeed, » slight lis(p, an imperfection of vocal delivei; which spoils his pronnnoiation of some of tlw consonants, patticolarly of the letter S. U, however, he never rises to lofty heights of deolamation, be seldom sinks below theiafe level of commonplace. His occasional ob- sdrvationa are neatly turned, and his Mt speeches deverly constructed. He is 8oara» ly ever at a loaa for an idea, never for* yrotif Baveranoeâ€"what is called venert- titm-^eaaaot, howavar, be described as hii jitinmg point. Supposed to be subordiBite to Sir Stafford Ndrthcote, when it sniti hua to do so, he defiaa his chief and the approT- •d leaden of the Liberal Party frat and* bia Mtingiiw im^ unsparing invaotivi- Thodgb not always brilliant, his salliei tf often oatting. Hw daring knows no bonndii Mr. Oladaktte ottoa oalled across the floor that he blid,nttorly smashed, pdveriitd. and demoliBhad him. That was a miitak*' The PiiaM Miniatar might as well have t*: tempted to annihilate a Jack-in-theBoz oj ahuttiag down tiie lid. A tarn Eqdained. A'l^ ia a pa rox ysm al contact betff^ ., liiail Iq^pandbgea attached tothesnperior wd infatior manllariea respectively » BUB aiidwonhafiir two women. Theyow^ 1410 |*^es«re the more paroxysmal wdi " ue paroxysm, and in ease it be observed V we fond JMiar of the paroxyzed young u^ tb^n i» Alab likely tobe perigree bejw^ ttie Mnyaec'a.'pedalio junction wd " ilSgbi^treiStierof the met^ nd -otiter facio4ibrao depending »^ the lower end«f the -old gentlenus i ng^ S^%^ *«Tfc BNidy fhe vitaotkma of the sapenswg beMriSiipberel rosStoat from tbe«^ ni«^Mad3r:il^^**«**MM60m'«adiof the P«g^ M svf*w?j; Alf^^l J^beenmtbJ looidcnt. Romo^i ^^t'yatoleni ^nrohamandj t^aivateaoff LfA been aLOont ^. Nothing! hit near the io» fi the watoh wa I At Wrenhim. 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