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Tar-Morrow. ; You‘ll come to-inorrow, then ;” light; words lightly said. Gayly she waved her little hand. gayly he bared his head. " You’llcome to-mcri-ow, then," and the man on his errand went, . . With atender prayer on heart and lip, yet on his work intent. The woman a moment lingered; " would he turn for a parting look ‘2” _ Then with half a smile and half a sigh, her household burden took. " You’ll come to-morrow, then," and when the morrow broke, . . Pale lips in the crowded city. of the “ railway accident " spoke ; A strong man in a stranger‘s home, in death’s dread quienlay, ' And a woman subbed a full heart out in a cot- tage a mile away. So lightly our thoughts leap onward, so lightly we hope and plan, ‘ While Fate waits grimly by and smiles, to watch her playthingâ€"manâ€" Discounting the dim, strange future, while his blind eyes cannot see, What a single flying hour brings; where the next step may be. And love floats laughing onward, and at his side glides sorrow, While men and women between them walk, and SW. “ We'll meet to-morrow l" PHYLLIS. BY THE DUCHEES. Author of “Molly Bawn,‘ " The Baby," “ Airy Fairy Lilian," etc , etc. “ I do not believe one word of all your vile story,” I declare, doggedly, knowing I am lying as I speak; “ it flavors too much of the melodrama to be real. You are an impostor ; but you calculate foolishly when you think to gain money from me by your false tale. You have been seen more than once about these grounds before nowâ€"â€"” “ Ay”â€"interrupting me with a rapid shrug of her finely formed shouldersâ€"“ I pined, I hungered for a sight of your Eng- lish baby face ~-I the mistress of it allâ€"â€" skulked about these walls, and was hunted through your shrubberics like a common thief. Twice was I near detection; twice through my native cunning I evaded your man who entered the room all smiles a few minutes ago. “ If she is your wife, what am I?" I ask, with unnatural calmness. “ Phyllis! Phyllis! my life I forgive me i” he cries in an anguished tone ; and then the room grows suddenly dark; I fall heavily forward into the blackness, and all is forgotten. When I recover consciousness, I find myself in my own room, lying upon a bed. The blinds are all drawn down, to cause a soothing darkness. There is a general feeling of dampness about my hair and forehead ; somebody is bending anxiously over me. Raising my eyes in languid scrutiny, I die- cover it is my mother. “Is that you, mamma ?” “ Yes, my darling.” “ I did not know you were coming to-day. How is it you are here just now? and why am I lying on my bed ?” I uplift myself on my elbow, and peer at her curiously. Her eyelids are crimson ; her voice is full of the thick and husky sound that comes of much weeping. “What has happened ? Why am I here?” I repeat. “ You were not well, dearest. A mere faintâ€"nothing more ; but we thought you would feel better if kept quite quiet. I was driving over to see you to day, and very fortunately arrived just as I was wanted. Lie down again, and try to sleep.” “ No, I cannot. What has vexed you mother ‘2 You have been crying,” “ Oh, no, darling," in trembling tones; “ you only imagine lit. Perhaps it is the uncertain light.” “ Nonsense," I insist angrily; “ you know you have. I can see it in your eye, I can hear it in your voice. Why do you try to deceive me? Something has happenedâ€"I feel itâ€"and you are keeping it from me. Let me thinkâ€"” With a nervous gesture mother raises a cup from a table near, and puts it to my ll 3. I 13‘ Drink this first, and think afterwards," shes ays; “ it will do you good.” “ No, I shall think first. There is some- thing weighing on my brain, andâ€"on my heart. Why don’t you help me to remem- ber ?” I put my hands to my head in deep per- plexity. Slowly, slowly the truth comes back to me ; slowly all the past horrible scene revives itself. Phyllis what. I have at length consented to see Marma- duke, and am lying upon a sofa in a hope- lessly dishevelled state, as he enters. I have not shed a single tear; yet the black hollows beneath my eyes might have come from ceaseless weeping. I half rise as he comes across the room, yet cannot raise my head to meet his gaze. I dread the havoc despair and self-torture will have wrought in his face. He moves slowly, lingeringly, until he reaches the hearthrug, and there stands and regards me imploringly. This I feel and know, though through some other sense beside sight. " Will you not even look at me ?” he says, presently in a changed, almost agon- ized, tone. I force my eyes to meet his, but drop them again almost immediately. “ Is forgiveness quite out of the ques- tion ?’ “ No,” I return ; " of course I forgive you. It was not your fault. There is nothing to forgive. But in the first instance you deceived me ; that I feel the hardest.” Even to myself my voice sounds cold and strange. “ I acknowledge it. But how was I to tell this would be the end of it? It appeared impossible you should ever know the truth. It was only known to myself and one otherâ€"â€"” ” And that wasâ€"â€"” “ Mark Gore. The woman, as I believed, was dead, and who could betray the secret? The whole miserable story was so hateful to me that to repeat it to youâ€"whom I so devotsdly lovedâ€"was more than I had cour- age for. How could I tell you such a sick- ening tale? How could I watch the changesâ€"the dislike, it might beâ€"that would cloud your face as I related it? By your own confession. I knew you bore me none of that love that would have helped me safely through even a worse revelation; and I dreaded lest the bare liking you entertained for me should have an end, and that you, a young girl, would shrink from a widower, and the hero of such a story.” “ Still, it would have been better if you had spoken ; I can forgive anything but deceit.” ” Once or twice I tried to tell you the only secret I had kept from you, but you would not listen, or else at the moment spoke that the one most to be pitied is I, Phyllisâ€" It is not altogether for my own sake I plead, though the very thought of losing you Is more than I can bear. It is for you, your- self, I entreat. Remember what your position will be. Have pity upon yourself.” " No, no! I will not listen to you. I will not, Marmaduke.” ' He flings himself on his knees before me. “Darling, darling, do mt forsake me,” he whispers despairingly. “ Let me go,” I cry wildly. “Is this your love for me? Oh, the selfishness of it. Would you have me live with you asâ€"â€"” “ Be silent !” exclaims he, in a terrible voice. A spasm of pain contracts his face. Slowly he regains his feet. “You madden me,” he goes on, in an altered tone. “ I forget that you, who have never loved, cannot feel as I do. Phyllis, tell me the truth: have you no affection for me ? Are you quite cold ?” “ I am not 1" I cry, suddenly waking from my unnatural apathy, and bursting int) bitter tears, the first I have shed today. As the whole horrible truth comes home to me, I rise impulsively and fling myself into my husband’s armsâ€"for my husband he has been for six long months. “ I do love you, ’Dukeâ€"’Duke; but, oh 1 what can I do? What words can I use to tell you all I feel? I am young, and silly, and ridiculous in many way s, I know; but yet there is something within me I dare not disobeyâ€"something that makes me know the life you propose would be a life of sin, one on which no blessing could fall. Help me therefore, to do the right, and do not make my despair greater than it is.” He is silent, as he holds me clasped pas- sionately to his breast. “ We must part,” I go on, more steadily. “ I must leave you ; but, oh ! Duke, do not send me home. I could not go there.” I shudder violently in his embrace at the bare thought of such a home-coming. How could I summon courage to meet all the whispers, the suppressed looks, the very kindnesses, that day by day I should see? “ And here I could not stay, either,” I sob, mournfully ; “ memory would kill me. ’Duke, where shall I go ? Send me, youâ€" somewhere.” I wait for his answer with my head pil- lowed on his chest. I wait a long time. Whatever struggle is going on within him takes place silently. He makes no sign of agony ; he does not move ; his very heart, on which I loan, has almost ceased to beat. CURRENI_TOPICS. Tim plan of using the enormous water power of the Alps for working electric rail- ways in Switzerland is about to take a definite shape. the idea being to connect the towns of St. Moritz and Pontresina by an electric railway. four and three-quarters miles long. the motive power to be supplied by the mountain streams; the line, in case the plan proves a success, to be extended a considerable distance. MRS. E. M. KING, the London dress reformer, "wishes to know what is more beautiful, among all God’s created things, than the figure of a woman ? Of course the answer to this must depend upon the woman. It is by no means difficult, while walking along the principal street of any city to count by the score women whose figures are unbeautiful beyond redemption and made so by tight lacing. CANADIANs going abroad for the first time are advised by a correspondent to make up their minds, if they are of moderate means, to lock to their pennies. The servants on board transatlantic steamers have been overfed. They should be only moderately tipped. Ten shillings, English money, at the outside, or five shillings when no special service is rendered, are declared to be the right amounts. The sovereign fee is a mistake, unless some attentions are re- quired. THE late Duke of Wellington was not wealthy for a British peer. The Strathv fieldsaye property, the nucleus of which was purchased by the nation, extends over 16,000 acres, and produces a rentalof about 35 an acre. Three or four thousand more acres in Herts, Somerset and Berks make up the whole of the entailed property, which is worth some $110,000 a year. The Duke had also an estate in Spain voted to his father by the Cortes, and described in magniloquent language by Spanish writers, though not worth much. Tunas are now about a dozen bridges across the Thames at London, and the corporation has just decided to build another. Two centuries ago London bridge was the only one, and the bold proposition GREAT RICHES. 'l‘hc‘SIrnnae Fflect the Sudden Posses- sion of Wealth “as on lllen’s Minds. Charles F. Wall, of Brooklyn, recently inherited $50,000, and was so elated by his good fortune that he become insane, and is now locked up in an asylum. The sudden possession of money seems to have a strange effect upon some men's minds. A dealer in druggists’ sundries was telling me, the other day, of a man who invented a certain lotion that attained great popularity, and money came in so fast that he did not know what to do with it. He spent it as fast as he could, but it still kept increasing as the popularity of his article increased. Then he took to drink and to leading a very fast life. and finally his mind became affected by his excesses, and he lost his reason, and was locked up in a mad-house, and, what is more, the receipt of his lotion died with him. No one knows what it was made of. nor can a drop of it be found anywhere to analyze. The money made in patent medicines and “ pro- prietary articles ” is so enormous that one is hardly surprised that there are so many people in the business. I heard it estimated the other day that nearly 0200,- 000,000 a year was made in these things. W‘w'i a article is once a success the profit is enbr‘is, because the cost of manufac- ture is very little. There are men that you and I never heard of who are worth their millions, all made from some quack medicine that appeals to the credulity of certain classes of the community. Most of these medicines are made under assumed names. This is for various reasons; one being that a man naturally dislikes to have his name associated with a liver pad or an ague pill, but he is not averse to being made rich from the money that is accumulated by their sale. Some of these patent medi- cines are made popular by enormous adver- tising. of $1,000,000 every your advertising a cure- all, while others again never advertise a line. A friend of mine met a woman whom she had known a good many years ago, when she was very poor, and was sur- and rustling in silks. She thought that she noticed an expression of curiosity in my I know of one firm that spends all prised to see her glistening in diamonds friend’s for”, and she at once unburdened herself and told her just how she had come To Care Pain. The means which may be readily and successfully employed to relieve pain are important and should be known by all. We give you the name of the best remedy in the world for pain, and the information that a 10 cent sample bottle can be pur- chased at any drug store. Polson’s NERVI- LINE, the new and sure pop pain cure, will never fail you in time of need. Nerviline is a safe and prompt cure of all kigds'pb pain, neuralgia, cramps, toothache,‘ head-A ache. Sure always. Ten and 25 cent bottles at drug stores. Women and girls own nearly one-half the deposits in the savings banks of Massachu- setts, having to their credit $117,932,399. St. John, N. B, “ Falls into line as Mr. Hawker, one of its leading druggists, writing regarding the corn cure, statesâ€""I don’t think I ever sold a _bo‘.t'.e, but that I received a good report in return, and consumers recom- mend afflicted friends to try it. Putnam’r Painless Corn Extractor is sure, safe and painlessâ€"and therefore the opinion expres- sed by Mr. Hawker above is the opinion of all druggists in the Dominion. Beware of substitutes. Use only Putnam’s Painless Corn Extractor, sure p'lp cure every time. N. 0. Poison & 00., proprietors, Kingston. The Commissioners of Public Highways at Pittsburg have issued orders that all Eton bars on which signs hang shall be taken own. â€"» 1.36 i E. Pinkham‘s Vegetable Com- pound is a most valuable medicine for ladies of all ages who may be afflicted with any form of disease peculiar to their sex. Her remedies are put up not only in liquor forms but also in Pills and Lozenges, in which forms they are securely sent through the mails. -___.....___.- Slim lady in the Highlands~"Farmcr, could you let me have sixpennyworth of new milk?” Farmer (doubtingly)â€"“Sax- pennyworth, did ye say?” Slim lady tour- istâ€"“ Yes.” Farmer~“ I’ll gi’e ye a peniayworth ; I think it’s as much as ye’ll iau ." The United States consume nearly by her money. She said that her husband, $100,000,000 worth of sugar every year. stupid bulldogs of men. And each time I hugged myself to think I had the revenge hen,” laying both hands lightly on her bosom where the fatal paper once more lies. “I do not believe you,” I reiterate stupidly; “ it is nothing but a wicked invention of your own. I am silly to feel even annoyance. My husband will soon be in; then we shall hear the truth.” “We shallâ€"the whole truth. His face will betray it. Then you shall hear of the happy evenings spent in Florence, beneath the eternal blue of the sky, when Carlotta Veschi lay with her dark head reclined upon her English lover’s breast; when words of love fell hotly upon the tivilight air; when vows were interchanged; when his lips were pressed, warmly, tenderly, to â€"-mine.” “Be silent, woman I" I cry, passion- ately, breathing hard and painfully. Oh, the anguish ! the torture! I raise my head ilittle higher, but my hand goes out and grasps unconcicusly a friendly chair, to steady my failing limbs. “ Does it distress you, Anima, all these loving details! From his lips they will possibly fall more sweetly. I am but an interloperâ€"only the despised worm that crawls into the roses heart. Mine is the hand (unhappy one that I am) to lay waste the nest of the doves.” At length he speaks, and as the words cross his lips I know that he has con- quered, but at the expense of youth and joy and hope. ’ “There is Hazleton,” he says; “it is a pretty place. It was my mother’s. Will you go there ‘2 Andâ€" â€"-” “ Yes, I will go there," ‘ brokenly. “ What servants will you take with you?" he asks me, presently, in a dull, subdued way; all impatience and passion have died within him. ' “ I will take none,” I reply, “ not one from thi place. You must go to Hazelton and get me a few from the neighborhood round itâ€"just three or four, who will know nothing of me, and seek to know nothing.” “ Oh, my darling, at least take your own maid with you, who has known you all your life. And Tynon, he is an old and valued servant; he will watch over you, and take care of you.” " I will not be watched,” I say, pettishly; “ and I detest being taken care of. I am not ill. Even when a heart is sick unto deal-b, there is no cure for it. And I would not have Tynon on any account. Every time I met his eyes I would know what he was thinking about. I would read pity in every glance and gesture, and I will not be made more wretched than I am by sym- when she married him, was a poor country doctor; that there were a good many other doctors in the same town and that his practice was not sufficient to pay for food and clothing. So she said to him one day : “ Why not get up some patent medi- cine, and see what you can do with it.” He thought the idea a good one, although against the code of medical ethics, and he set to work and invented some article that struck the popular fancy. “Now,” said the woman. “we are making so much money that we don’t know what to do with it. We have no children, and we just spend our time in trying to think how we can get rid of the money that keeps coming in every day. We travel all over Europe, and we buy the finest diamonds and precious stones and live in the most costly manner, but we cannot get ahead of our income.” -“ That is a rather peculiar sen- sation, is it not?” my friend asked. “Yes,” she said, “I suppose it is; and, strange as it may seem, it is not a particu- larly happy one. I don’t know but what we were happier on nothing a year than we are now with such an enormous amount." This only goes to prove what an inexhaustible mine public credulity is. â€"New York-Cor. Philadelphia Record. such words as made me doubt the expedi- ency of ever mentioning the affair at all. But now that it‘ is too late, I regret my duplicity, or cowardice. or whatever it was that swayed me." “ Too late, indeed!” I repeat mechani cally. a After a minute or two, he says, in a low voice: “ Have you no interest, no curiosity, that you do not ask? Will you let me tell you now all the real circumstances of the case ?” “ What need ‘2” I answer wearily. “ Of course it is the old story. I seem to have heard it a hundred times. You were a boy, she was a designing woman , she entrapped you; it is the whole thing." ” I was no boy; I was an over-honorable man. She was an Italian woman, with some little learning, of rather respectable parentage, and- who (a wonderful thing among her class) could speak a good deal of English. She was handsome, and for the time I fancied I loved her. No thought of evil towards her entered my heart ; I asked her to marry me and the ceremony was performed. privately but surely, in the little chappel near her home, her brother being the principal witness. Hardly a month had passed before I fully underttiod “Ah!” I gasp affrightedly, “ I remem- ber! Iknow it all now. I can see her again l She saidâ€"â€"-But,” seizing mother’s wrists fiercely, “It- is not true,motherl 0h mother! say it is not true! Oh! mother! mother I” “Phyllis, my childâ€"my lamb! what shall I say to comfort you?” , “Deny it l” I cry, passionately flinging my arms around her waist, and throwing back my head that I may watch her face. Poor face l so filled with the bitterest of all griefs, the want of power to solace those we love. “Why do you cry? Why don’t you say at once it was a lie? You are as bad as Marmaduke; he stood there tic, deaf as a stick or a stone to my entrcaties. Oh,will no one help me? Oh, it is true then lâ€"it is true 1” I push her from me, and, burying my head on my arms rook myself to and fro, in a silent agony of despair. Not a sound breaks the stillness, bun mother’s low sup- pressed sobbing; it maddens me. " What are you crying for?” I ask, roughly, raising my fearless face; “my eyes are dry. It is my sorrow, not yoursâ€" not any one’s. What do you mean by making moan ?” She makes no answer, and my head drops once more upon my arms. I continue my ceaseless, miserable rocking. Again there to throw across another as far up as Put- ney was kicked out of the House of Com- mons. The people were afraid that another bridge would “ make the skirts of the metropolis too big for the whole body,”and would ruin the property on which the maintenance of London bridge depended. One statesman went so far as to urge that the second bridge would be an end of Lon- don’s prosperity. m. x-***a-***ii*****t or " 46-11-4999 .- I answer, ABEMABKABLE private Act, the Earl of Devon’s Estate Bill, was recently intro- duced in the House of Commons. It em- powers Lord D. and his son, Lord Courtenay, to sell every acre of the vast family estates. preserving no other house but Pcwderham, and deals with mortgage debts amounting to $1,250,000. The Bill has become a necessity through the conduct of Lord Courtenay, who a few years ago passed through the Bankruptcy Court with debts amounting to $3,500,000. 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Bowery, the other day, discovered a unique sign which hung from a second- story window of an old wooden house. ble woman away, and reduce all my ridi- culous fears to ashes. lla' twill. . ' - ' - . . t ' . I . k' h d b u ' . _ , _ _ r * * at- a . 11616212,: 2:; 3:35;:fizuzlofdzgefizashsi: ‘13 hlm- If You 903” 0013’ 59? his desfifmll Docs _ the whole thing disgust you, ,Dt‘lgewifgrg‘g 5°“! sake: I was dead» ' 8335 5509;811:310 [fig egperfeenc;téggeiégbthgoggga The inscription in black letters upon wh_.t .lllm'lls FAINTXESR, Frmnrsscr, nns'moys‘ arms, But even before 1mm throw myeelf He W33 film“ “10003115 or “1- Phy 13: Phyllis? ‘7 Y' which were allowed ‘3) retain their tails had once been a white background was ; ‘IMULANTS,ANDREIJEVES“chK-‘ At thisI begin to cry again,weakly. I am almost worn out. “ You will at least write to me, now and then, Phyllis ?" “ It will be better not.” “Why? I have sworn not to see you again, but I must and will have some means of knowing whether you are dead or alive. Promise me that twice a year, once in every six months, you will let me haves. letter. It is only a little thing to ask, out of all the happy past.” “ I promise. But you â€"â€"will you stay here ?" " Here ?" he echoes, bitterly. “ What do you take me for? In this house, where every room and book and flower would remind me of your sweet presence ? No, we will leave it together; I shall look my last on it with you. I will not stay to see it desolate and gray and cold without its mistress. You must let me be your escort to your new home, that people may have less to wonder at.” “ And where will you go ?” “ Abroadâ€"Judie, Australia, Americaâ€" anywhere; what does it matter? If I travalled to the ends of the earth, I could not fly my thoughts.” implore you, do not foster bitter thoughts in your heart towards Marmaduke.” “ It is not that. You mistake me. Only â€"it is all so horribleâ€"I fear to see him. Yesterday he was my husband ;â€"â€"no, no â€"I mean I thought he was my husband to day what is he ?" “Oh, darling! try to be calm.” “ I am calm. See, my hand does not even tremble,” holding it up before her. “ Oh, what have I done, that this should happen to me? What odious crime have I committed, that I should be so punished? Only six months marriedâ€"married, did I say ?â€"I must learn to forget that word ' “ 0h, Phyllis, hush! If you would but try to sleep, my poor love !” “ Shall I ever sleep again, I wonder, with that scene before me always? It has withered me. Her eyes how they burned into mine! Her very touch had venom in it l And yet why should I be so hard on her, poor crea- ture? Was she not in the right ? He is her husband, not mine. She has the prior claim. She is the deserted wife, while I am onlyâ€"â€"â€"” “ Phyllis! Phyllis l” “ And all my life before me !" 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' * No family should be without I“ l i ". I‘INKHAM‘ LIVER PILLS. ’l‘liey Euro Const .lt‘llousness and Torpidity of the Liver. 23 cents ])('I‘ l. w ,. i ' He pauses, and draws his hand wearily across his forehead. I shake my head, but make no further reply ; and presently he goes on again in a low tone : “I was, comparatively speaking. poor then; yet, out of the allowance my uncle had made me, I sent her regularly as much, indeed, more, than I could afford ; but dread of discovery forced me to be generous. Then one day came the tidings of her» death. Even now, Phyllisâ€" now, when I am utterly crushed and heart-brokenâ€"I can feel again the wild passion of delight that overcame me as I pictured myself once more free. Again I mixed with the world I had for some time avoided, and was received with open arms, my uncle’s death having made me a rich man; and themâ€"then I met you. Oh, Phyllis, surely my story is a sad one, and deserving of some pity.” “It is sad," I say, monotonously, “ but not so sad as mine.” Coming over, he kneel down beside my sofa, and gently, almost fearfolly, he takes one of my hands in both his. “ on not so sad as yours, my poor love. “David Dobscn, Ears and Noses Re- paired.” Mr. Dobscn, a small man with a red beard and a nose of like hue, greeid the visitir affectionately, and glanced over his physiognomy to see what part was missing. His disappointment at not seeing a job was somewhat allayed by an invi- tation to try a fine Havana cigar. Mr. Dobson gradually became communicative and said : “Although my business is not what it once was, still I get a good job occasion- ally. It’s only last week that abeautiful lady drove up to the door in a fine carriage and came quickly up the stairs. Her head was wrapped around with a silk cloth, and when she discarded it I found that her left car was cut off near the base. It had been done several days before, and was hardly healed. I took a plaster cast of her other car, and made one to order just like it. The lady paid me several visits, and was delighted when the work was done. The false car was delicately painted to resemble the natural one, and was then fastened on by a spring to the shreds still remaining. It can be taken off at night and easily re- fastened. She paid me $200 for the ear, and she could afford it. into them, what is it that comes across his face ? What is this awful whiteness, this deadly look of terror? Why does he stag- ger back against the wall? Why do his hands fall lifeless to his sides? Why do his eyes grow large with unearthly horror? The woman stands where last she stood. She has not moved on his entrance, nor made the faintest advance. Though slightly paler, the evil mockery still lingers in her eyes. She raises one finger slowly. tragically, and points it at him. “ I have found you,” she ssys. “Myâ€" husband l” No reply. Both his shaking hands go up to hide his face. Irun to him,and fling my arms around his neck. “ Marmaduke, speak l” I cry. Tell her she lies. ’Duke, ’Duke, raise your head and send her from this place. Why are you silent? Why will you not look at me? It is only Iâ€"your own Phyllis. On, Mar- maduke, I am horribly frightened. Why don’t you tell her to begone ‘2” “ Because he dare not,” says my visitor, slowly. “ Well, Marmaduke, have you no welcome for your wife ?" were more useful. The following motion, proposed by Professor Ake, was adopted unanimously : “ That in the opinion of this meeting the operation of docking horses is a means of averting danger to man, and is nota cruel operation when shown '6) be necessary.” THE London Truth, referring to the an- nouncementthat the Queen is about to make a new will, says: “Her Majesty possesses an immense fortune. The estate of Osborne is at least five times as valuable as it was when it was purchased by the Queen and Prince Albert about forty years ago. The Balmoral property of Her Majesty now extends over 30,000 acres. Claremont was granted to the Queen for life in 1866, with reversion to the country ; and Her Majesty purchased the property outright three years ago for £78,000. Prob- ably its market value is not much under £150,000. The Queen also possesses some property at Cobourg, and the Princess Hohenlohe left her the Villa Hchenlohe at Baden, one of the best residences in the i5. 6 2:. 36. 2‘44. Woodstock College, WOODSTOCK. ONT. For ladies and gentlemen ; terms very mode. He puts me roughly from him, and, going over to her, seizes her by the wrists and drags her into the full light of the window. “ You fiend l” he hisses, beneath his breath. “ It was all false then the news of your death? You are alive ? You are still left to contaminate the earth? Who wrote the tidings that set me, as I believed, free ?" “ I did,” replies the woman, quietly. “ I was tired of you. Your-milk-and- watery affection, even at the very first, sickened me. I wished to see you no more. Ihad begun to hate you, and so took that means of ridding myself of you forever. But when I heard of the rich uncle’s deathâ€"cf the many, the grandeur, all that had come to youâ€"I regretted my folly, and started to claim my rights I am here ; repudiate me if you can. I have crept closer; I am staring at Marmaduke. I cannot, I will not still believe. “ Marmaduke, say she is not your wife," I demand, imperiously. “Ay, say it,” says the, woman, with a smile. I go nearer, and attempt to take his hand. " Duke, say it, say it l" I cry, feverishly. “Do not touch me I" exclaims he, hoarsely, shrinking away from me. . I feel turned to stoneâ€"not faint or sick; only numbed, and unable to reason. The Italian bursts into a ringing laugh. “ What a situation 1" cries she. “ What a scene! It is a tragedy, and the peasant is the heroine. Iâ€"Carlottaâ€"am the wife, while the white, delicate, proud miladi is only the mistâ€"-â€"â€"” Before the vile word can leave her lips, -Marmaduke’s hand is on her throat. His face is distorted with passion and mad- ness ; there is upon it a settled expression of determination that terrifies me more than all that has gone before. His thin nostrils are dilated with rage. His very lips are gray. Already the woman’s fea- tures are growing discolored. “ Marmaduke !" I shriek, tearing at the hand that pinions her to the shutter, “ Marmaddke, for my sakeâ€"rememberâ€" have pity. on, what is it you would do ?" By a superhuman effort my weak fingers succeed in dragging his hand away. He “ How shall I bear it? What are those words, mother ‘2 Do you recollect? Some- thing beginningâ€" So young, so young, I am not used to tears to-night, Instead of slumber; nor to prayer With sobbing breath, and hands outwrung. “ Phyllis, do you want to kill me ?” says mother, her sobs breaking forth afresh. “ Poor mother, do I make you sad? Do your tears relieve you? I suppose so, as I have none. I think my sorrow is too great for that. It was like a dream, the whole thing. I could not realize it then. It is only now I fully understand how alone I am in the world.” “ My own girl, you still have me.” “And so I have, dear, dearest mother; but I will live alone, for all that. Disgrace has fallen upon me, but I will not ask others to bear my burden. Was it not well Dora’s marriage took place last month ? My position cannot affect her’s now.” “ Oh Phillie! do not talk of disgrace. What disgrace can attach to you, my poor innocent child ?” “ I cannot lie here any longer,” Isay, abruptly, getting off the bed; “ I shall go mad, if I stay still and think. Andâ€"my hair,” fretfullyâ€"“it has all come down ; it must be settled again. Oh, no ; I cannot have Martha; she would look doleful and sympathetic, as if she knew everything, and I should feel inclined to kill her.” “ Let me do it, darling. Your arms are tired,” says mother, meekly, and proceeds to shake out and comb with softest touch the heavy masses of hair that only yesterl day I gloried iii. Even this morning, when it lay all about my shoulders, how happy I was! “ Do you know, mother,” I say, drearily, “ it seems to me now as though between me and this morning a whole century had rolled ?” “Phyllis,” says mamma, earnestly, “ I don’t like your manner. I don’t like the way you are taking all this. A little while ago your grief was vehement, but natural ; now there is an indifference about you that frightens me. You will be ill, darling, if you don’t give way a little." “ Ill? With a chance of dying you mean ? Why, that would be famous! But don’t fear, mother; no such good fortune is in my own darling,” he murmurs painfully, “ but still unhappy enough. To think that I, who would Willingly have shielded you with my life, should be the one to bring misery upon you l” He hides his face upon the far edge of the cushion on which my aching head is reclining. I can no longer see him, but can feel his whole frame trembling with sup- pressed emoticn. With some far-off, indistinct sensation of pity, I press the hand that still holds mine. Presently I rouse myself, and, rising to a sitting posture, I fix my dull eyes upon the opposite wall, and speak. ': I suppose it is to my old home I must go. ’ As though the words stung him Marma- duke gets up impetuously, and walks back to his former position upon the hearthrug. I noticed that his face was grown, if possi- ble, a shade paler than before. A. sudden look of fear has overspread it. “ Yes, yes; of course you shall go home for a little time if you wish it,” he says nervously. “ Not for a little time; forever," I return. A horrible pain is tugging at my heart. “Phyllis,” cries he almost fiercely, “ what are you saying? You cannot mean it. Forever ? Do you know what that means? If you can live without me I tell you plainly I would rather ten thousand times be dead than exist without you. Are you utterly heartless, that you can torture me like this? Never to see you again; is that what you would say ?” Coming nearer, so close that he touches me, while his eyes seek and read with desperate eagerneis my face, “ Speak, speak, and tell me you were trying to frighten me." ” I cannot. I meant just what I said,” I gasp, consumed by a sudden dread of I scarcely know what. “ Why do you disbe- lieve? What other course is open to me ?” “ Listen”â€"trying to speak calmly, and seizmg hold of my hands again ; “ why should you make this wretched story pub- lic? As yet, no one is the wiser; you and I alone hold the secret. This woman, this fiend, will go anywhere, will do anything, for sufficient money, and I can make it worth her while to be forever silent. When she returns to Italy, who then will know the truth ?” “ And”â€"timidly â€"“ what of her .1" “ Nothing,” he answers, roughly; “ I will not talk of her again to you.” (To be continued.) 'l‘A “TAR MARRIAGE 5. Weddlug Customs Among the Kirgheseâ€" llow Polygamy ls Carried on. Among the Kirghese the practice of polygamy obtains, says the Leisure Hour. Generally the eldest brother ofa family has more than one wile. The first wife is mistress of the household, and is called balbiche. To her are subject not only her husband's other wives, but also the other females of the family. The head of a household will often send a portion of his herds several hundrids of miles away under the care of this wife, while be him- self will either remiin with his other wives about the grazirg ground, or go and encamp somewhere by himself. In- the winter the family comes together again. The manifold circumstances connected with marriage amorg the Kirghese are somewhat formidable and involve the payment of a kalim besides the giving of various presents. The affair is arranged as to its preliminaries by matchmakers, and the bridegroom after betrothal has some- times to wait for a year or more before he can bring the remaning portion of the kalim. If during thiiperiod the betrothed girl should die, her pirents are bound to give instead their text daughter or in default to return the lalim and pay also a fine of one or two hoses and robes or furs. So also is it if the girl should refuse to marry, which she me] do on account of the suitor‘s ill health (r his poverty ,or, in some localities, her personal dislike. Yet another custom is hat if the bridegroom die or refuse to many the girl, the parents are bound to take for for their next son, payingafine, usualy a camel, in case of refusal. When tle prescribed period of betrothal is at ai end the bridegroom, dressed and mountvd at his best, goes With his friends to the all or village of the bride, where the tent ha: been prepared for his reception. Througiout the ceremonies of betrothal the bride’i brother has the right of pilfering from th bridegroom whatever he pleases; but no' the bride’s relatives place. With regard to personal property, Mr. Nield left the Queen over £500,000, and the property left by the Prince Consort is believed to have amounted to nearly £600,- 000 ; but the provisions of his will have been kept a strict secret, and the document has never been ' proved.’ The Queen must also have saved a vast sum out of her income, which has always been very well managed. Since the death of the Prince Consort the general administration of the Queen’s private affairs has been confided to Lord Sydney, who is a consummate man of Business.” â€"â€"-â€"â€"â€"â€"â€".â€"â€"__~ Bar-burial: Geography. What holds the visible world together. questions that have occurred to primitive men; and their attempts to solve these questions also carry With them efforts to account for particular, phenomena of the earth’s surface, and such convulsions as earthquakes. Some have tried to compare the earth with an egg in a vessel of water, or with the yolk in the egg ; and cosmolo- gies involving this idea are widely spread in Southern Asia, Polynesia and Melanesia. The Tonga Islanders say that a god they cillMaui carries the earth on his back, and whenever he moves, to turn the other side, or falls asleep, there is an earthquake ; and the people were accustomed to beat the ground, with a great cry, to make Maui be quiet. The Khasias, in Assam, say that everything would be destroyed by earthquakes if God did not hold the earth in his hands. The priestly philosophy of the Hawaiians figured the earth as a great mass which the earth-shaker, or earthquake-god, laid upon the central fire. The earth on its side supported the sky by means of two or four pillars. The heaven of the Maories and theSoma of the Vedas are also supported by pillars. The manner in which the sky was in the beginning lifted up on these pillars is care- fully described in the Polynesian myth, which relates that the gods Maui and Bus. together held the sky on their knees, then lifted it upon their backs, and then on their hands. Other stories relate that, while the sky was resting on the broad leaves of the teva plant, Rua raised it a litile higher up by putting sticks under it, and what supports the earth in it, are also' The lady would not tell me how she met with such a pecu- liar accident, but her maid informed me that her mistress was jealous of her hus- band, a well-known physician, and while eavesdropping at the door of his study, where he was attending a female patient, the door was suddenly opened and her car was jammed to a jelly. Nobody not in the secret would believe it to see her now." MW Vital Quesllonc ! l l ! 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Shun all the vile, pois< ‘ opens stuff With "Hop" or “Hops” in their ‘ n ma. ‘ the past few hours, I cannot quite recon- cile myself to the idea that it is 1â€"1 myself â€"whc am principally concerned in all this horror that has taken place. I argue in my own mind, I represent the case as for a third person. I cannot realize I turn to myâ€"to Marmaduke. “ It is true ?” I ask. " It is true,” he replies, and as he speaks I can scarcely believe the man who stands before me, crushed and aged and heart- broken, is the same gay, handsome young gigantic Omophore of the Maniohtean cosmogony, are all creatures that carry the world on their back or head, and shake it whenever they stretch themselves or turn around.â€" G. Muller Frauenstein, in Septem- ber Popular Science Monthly. you now propose honorable or right? Mar- maduke, it is impossible. As our lives have shaped themselves, so must they be. I cannot live with you." " Think of what the world will say. Phyllis, can you bear their cruel speeches? Owing to the pssence of cholera, all fairs, markets, pubc festivals and proces- cions are forbidon throughout Italy. Troops wrll guard :! outlets from the cho- ' lera ravaged distris. ,..:’i..s1‘ri to secure a Businr f 9’ Education or Speiicerian Pen J manshlp an the SPEN EB i , inn coolness (JOLL 0‘ Belt-c Mich circulars ire!