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“View ..... . ,. . .. e “9.4., “Ami/mp”... ->.;4- . . .. Pitt’siysjij’iitms. CHAPTER XLâ€"(Continued). Probably Neaera eiaggcrnted even the fearless rectitude of Mrs. Bort, but she was so convinced of the nature of the mption which any proposal of the 0bva kind would meet with that she made up her mind that her only course was to throw herself on Mrs. Bort's mercy. in case that lady proved deaf to a subtle little proposal which was Neaem's first weapon. So far as Neaera kncw, Pcckton and Manchester which George Neston was likely neck for traces of her. Liverpool. though remote from Peckton, was un- comfortably near Manchester. Every day now had great value. If she could get Mm. Bort away to some remote spot as soon as might be, she gained small advantage in her race against time and George Neston. "If she will only go to Glcntarroch,1 he will never find her.',’ Glentai‘roch was the name of a little : is Neston.” he said blandly. retreat in remote Scotland, whither Mr. 1 \Vitt had been wont to bctake himself; for rest and recreation. It was Nea- em’s now. It was a cularly inaccessible one, which was most material. \Vould not Mrs. Bort's despotic instincts lead her to accept an invitation to rule over Glcntarroch? Neaera could not afford to pity the hapless wights over whom Mrs. Bort? would rule. Mrs. Bort received Neaera in a way most unbecoming to a pensioner. “Well. Nery," she said, “what brings you here? No good, I'll be bound. Where's your mourning?" Ncaein said that she thought resigna- tion to Hcavon's will not a subject of reproach, and that she came to ask a favor of Mrs. Bort. “Ay, you come to me when you want something. That's the old story." Neaerii remembered that Mrs. Bort had often taken her own view of what' the supplicant wanted, and given some- thing quue other than what was asked; but. in spite of this unpromisiug open- ing. she persevered, and laid before Mrs. Bort a dazzling picture of the grandeur waiting her at. Glentarroch. And I shall be so much obliged. Rczilly, 'I don't know what the servants girls, especiallyâ€"iniiy be doing." .(arryingsâ€"on. I‘ll be bound," said Mrs. Hort. “\Vhy don't you go your- . self, i ery?" . “Oh, I can't. indeed. in London." “Nasty, cold, dull little lac sounds," said Mrs. Burt. p 6 it "Oh, of course Ishall tliatâ€"â€"â€"" “Heâ€"he!" Mrs. Burt sniggered un- pleasantly. "So it ain’t scch a sweet spot, as ye call it. after all?" 'Ne'aera rccovered h‘cl‘self without dignity. and stated that she thought ofuforty‘pounds a year and all found. Ah, ii I knowcd what you was at, Ncry l" Neaera intimated that it was sim- ply a matter of mutual accommodation. ‘ And there'srcally no time to be lost," she. said, plainlively. “I'm being rob- bed every day." ‘ \Vidows has hard times," said Mrs. Bort. And Neacra did not think it necessary to say how soon her hard tunes were'coiiiing to an end. " Come :igin to-niorrer afternoon. and Ill tell ye," was Mrs. Bort’s ultimatum. fitutgl mind you don't get into mis- c it! .' ' :thy afternoon ‘2" asked Neaera. 'Cause I'm washing." said Mrs. Bort, snappishly. “That's why." Lenora in vain implored an immedi- ate answer. Mrs. Bort saidaday could not matter. and if Ncaera pressed her further. she should consider it an inâ€" dication that something was “up,” and refuse to go at all. Neacra was silenc- ed, and sadly returned to her hotel. "How I hate that good, good wo- niaiil” she cried. "I’ll never see her again as long as I live, after toâ€"mor- row. Oh. I should like to hit her I” ’lhe propulsions of cause upon cause are. as Bacon said, infinite. If Mrs. Bort bed not washedâ€"in the technical sense. of courseâ€"on that particular Fri- day. Neaem would have come and gone -â€"pcrhaps evon Mrs. Bort might have one looâ€"before the train brought eorge Neston to Liverpool. and his inquiries landed him at Mrs. Bart's abode. As it was, Mrs. Bart's little ser- vant bade him wait in the parlor. as her mistres was talking to a female In the kitchen. The little servant thought "female" the politcs't possible way of describing any pcrson who was not a. man. and accorded the title to Neaem on account of her rustling who“; and gold-tipped pamsol. George did not qucsiion his inform~ ant. thereby showing that he, in the role of detective, was a square peg in a round hole. He heard proceeding from the kitchen a murmur of two sub- dued vomes. one of which, however. dominated the other. "That must be Mrs. Bort," thought he. "I wish Icould hear the female." Then his attention waudemd. for he made sure the unknown could not be Neaem. as she had had a do "6 start of him 'l’le did not allow for .lrs. Bort's washing. Suddenly the dominant voico was mused to the pitch of distinctmss. "Have ye told him," it said, "or have ya lied to him as you lied to me yes- terdiiy l" "I didn'tâ€"I didn't," was the answer. "You never asked me if I was going to be marriu‘l." "Uh. along! You know I'd have answered that when ye lived with me." "How's that i" asked George. with a slight smile. "Have you told him?" “"l‘old him what i" asked Neccrn; for It was clearly Senora. “‘I‘old him you'm a thief." Iâ€"I must stay consider all "This woman's a brute." thought Georgv. "Ilavc ye I" "No, not exactly. How dare you question inc! "Dare I" said Mrs. Burt; and George know she was standing with her arms likquic. “Dam!” she rcpcated cres- cendo; cad apparently her aspect was were the only places ‘In to ' no ‘ beautiful place,_ which was immaterial, and a parti-i [ oy himself. ' The shoes, you mean?" threatening, for Neaera cried. 9h. I didn't mean that. Do let me go. . "Tell the truth, if 'our ton ue'll ‘ It.“ The truth. will yd?" g (‘0 . The deuce I" said George; for. follow- ing on this last speech, he heard a sob. "No, I haven't. Iâ€"oh, do have merc on me!” . '3 rcyl It's not mercy, it's astick you want. But I’ll tell him." ‘Ah. stop, for Heaven's sake!" There was a little scuffle; then the 'door flew open. and Mrs. Bort appear- ed, with Ncaera cli III' 1181 lussl abgut her knees. n8 8 p y eorge rose and bow -d politel . “I'm afraid I intrude," SkidL ha. y _‘~Tl hzit'scasy mended," said Mrs. Bort. wuli significance. hearea had kept up on seeing him, and .lcant breathless against the door. looking like some helpless creature at bar the "Who let you in?" demanded : lady of tin:- house. "Your servant." “I'll let h ‘r in," said Mrs. Bort, dark- ly. "\Vho are ye?" . George looked at Neaera. “My name "Neston?" "Certainly." “Then you're in nice time; I wanted you. young man. D'ye see that wo- man?" "Certainly; I see Mrs \Vitt." “D'ye know what she is? Time you idid, if you’re aâ€"going to take her to church." . Neaera started. . "I hope to do so," me; heri’; “ 0 ye, now? Ha en ever to a heard of Peckton?”pp h V6 Ncae'ra buried her face in her hands, and cried. "Ah. pity you haven't something to cry torl Thought I'd see a sin done for ten pound a month; did yet" George interposed; he began to en- "Peckton? Oh, yes. H . said George, smil- and I think I know all about Mist Bart gasped. . ‘ “I ri .9," said Geor e, wavin th shoes into limbo. g g e .‘bracious! You ain’t in the same line, are you?" George shook his head. Anything else." he asked, still s'mdirig sweetly. “Only a trifle of forging," said Mrs. Bort. "But p'raps she got her deserts from me over that.” "horgmg?" said George. 011', ah, yes. You mean aboutâ€"" ' “Her place at Bournemouth? Ah. Nery, don’t you ache yet?" Apparently Neaera did. Sh‘cshiver- ed and moaned. “But I've got it," continued Nemesis; and sh'e bounded across the room to a cupboard. “There, read that." txeorge took it calmly. but read it with secret eagerness. It was the or- iginal character, and stated that Miss Cale began her service in May, not Mai‘ch‘. 1833. _ “ caught her a-co yin itand alter- ing. dates. 'My, h'ow II) didgâ€"” “Dear._dc5irl" interrupted George. "I was afraid it was something new. Any- thing else, Mrs. Bort?" Min. Bort was beaten. _ "(:0 along," said. “If you 1'.ch it, it’s nothing to me. But look up your money-box." "Let inc. congratulate you,1\Irs. Bort, on havmg done your duty." “I’m an honest woman," said Mrs. Bort. "ch." answered George, "by the owers I you are!" Then, turning to Irs. \Vitt, he added. “Shall we goâ€" Neaera dear?" I “Xou’ll. both of you die on the gal- lows," said Mrs. Bort. "Come, Neaera," said George. She took. his arm and they went out, George giving the little servant a handsome tip to recompense her for the prospect of being “let in" by her mistress. _Gcorge's cab was at the door. He handed Ncaera in. She was still half- crying and said nothing, except to tell him the. name cf hcr hotel. Then he raised his hat. and watched her driven away,_ Wiping his brow with his hand- kerchicf. “l’hcugh!” said he, "I’ve done it now â€"und what an infernal shame it isl" l CHAPTER XII. It is a notorious fact that men of all :1 es and conditions quarrel, and quar- re sometimes with violence. \Vomcn, also, of a low sociil grade. are not strangers to discord, and the pen of satire has not spared the tiffs and wranglm that arise between elderly ladies of irreproach-ablc position, and between young ladies of possibly not ir- reproachable morals. It is harder to be- lieve. hardcr especially for young men whose beards are yet soft upon their chins, that graceful gentle girlhood _ mirrcls too. Nobody would believe it, i there were not sisters in the world. but, unliappily, in spite of the natural tendency to suppose that all attributes dialinctivcly earthy zircconfincdto his own sisters, and have no place in the sisâ€" ters of his friends, a man of reflection, checking his observations, in the vari- ous methods Stigchicd by logicians, is forced to conclude that here is another instance of the old truth that a thing is not to ix considered non cxist~ out mcrcly because it is not visible to a person who is not meant to see it. This much apology for the incident which follows is IcIt. to be nccc$ary in the intorcstmf the narrator's reputation for realism. The fact is that there had been what reporters call it"scouc," at Mrs. I’ocklingmn's. It so fell out that Isabcl llourne. accompanied by Maud Ncston. called on Laura to receive con- gratulai ions. Laura. did her duty, fcl- icitated her fricnd on Tommy in masses- sion and 'l‘omuiy's title in reversionamd loyally suppressed her personal opinion on III" Xll‘f these two factors had I'Lh spectivc y played in producing the an- nounced result. Her forbmrauce was ill-rcquitcd; for Maud, by way of clinching the matter and conclusively demonstratin the satisfactory posi- lion of affairs must needs remark. "And what a lesson it will be for George!" Laura .3th nothing. "Oh, vou mustn't say that, dear." ob- jected Isabel. "It’s reali not right." "I shall say it," said and; "it's so exactly what he deserves. and I know he feels it himself." “Did he tell you so!" asked Laura. pausing in the act of pouring out tea. ' Maud laughed. “Hardly, dear. Besides. we are not on six-Liking terms. But Gerald and Mr. Myles both said so." "Gerald and Mr. M lesl" said Laure. “I’leacc. don‘t tal’ about it," in- terposed Isabel. mWhat has happened made no difference." "\Vhy. Isabel. you wouldn't have him afterâ€"" ’ i “No,” said Isabel; "but rhaps, Maud, I shouldn't have had im be- Iore!‘ > “Of course you wouldn't, dear. You saw his true character." . “You never actually refused him, did you?" inquired Laura. not exactly." “Then what did you say 9” "\\'h.i.t did I say?" “Yes, when he asked you. you know," said Laura, with a little smile. Isabel looked at her suspiciously. "He never did actually ask me," she said, with dignity. _ l - “Oh! I thought you impliedâ€"" "But, of coursie. she knew.he want- ed to," Maud put in. “Didn‘t you. dear 3" . “\Vell, I thought so." said Isabel, modestly. . “Yes, I know you thought so," said Laura. "Indeed, eVerybody saw that. Was it very hard to prevent him ‘3" Isabel's color rose. “I don’tknow what you mean, Laura." she said. Laura smiled with an unpleasantness that was quite a victory over nature. “Men sometich fancy," she remarked, “that girls are rather in a hurry to think they want to propane.” “Laura!” exclaimed h ud. _ . “They even say that the Wish is fa- ther to the thought," continued Laura. still smiling. but now a little trema- lously.» Isabel grew more flushed. "I don't understand you. One would think you meant that I had run after him." Laura remained silent. . “Everybody knows he was in love with Isabel for years." said Maud, in- dignantly. . . v "He was very patient," said Laura. Isabel rose. “1 shall not stay here to be insulted. It’s quite obvious, Laura. why you say such things.” "I don't say anything. Onlyâ€"â€"" “\Vell ?" ~ _ "The next time. you might mention that among the reasons why you re- fused Mr. Neston was. that he never asked you." “I See what it is,” said Isabel. "Don't you, Maud?" . . “ch," said Maud. “What is it i" demanded Laura. . “0h, nothing. Only, I hopeâ€"I Wish you joy of him." “If you don't mind a slanderer,” add- ed ‘Mnud. "It's not true I" said Laura. "How dare you say it i" “Take care, dear, that he dosen’t fancy you’re in a. hurryâ€"â€" \Vhat was your phrase I" said Isabel. . “It's perfectly shzuneful," said Maud. “I don’t choose to hear a. friend run down for nothing,” declared Laura. "A friend? How very chivalrous you are! Come, Maud dear.” "Good-bye, Laura," said Maud. “I’m sure you’ll be sorry when you come to think.” "No, Ishan't. Iâ€"â€"-" “There 1" said Isabel. “I do not care to be insulted any more." The two visitors swept out, and Laura was left alone. \Vhercupon she began to cry. “I do hate that sort of vul- garity," said she. mopping her eyes. “I don‘t believe he ever thoughtâ€"" Mrs. Pocklington entered in urbane majesty. “Well. is Isabel pleased With her little man i” she asked. “Why, child, what’s the matter i” “Nothing,” said Laura. "You're crying.” . “No, I'm not. Those girls have been horrid.” “\tht about 7" "Oh, the engagement, andâ€"" "And what ’3" "And poor Mr. Nestonâ€"Gcorge Nes- ton." “Oh, poor George Neston. \Vhat did they. say ‘3” . “Isabel pretended he had been in love with her, and~and was in love with her, and that she had refused him. » “Oh, and that made you cry 'I" "Noâ€"not th’atâ€"" "\‘l’hat, then ?" .’ “Oh, please, mammal" Mrs. l’ocklington smiled. j‘Stop cry- ing, my dear. It used to suit me, but it doesn't suit you. Stop. dear." "Very well, mamma," said poor Laura, thinking it a little hard that she might not even cry. “Did you cry before the girls?” . "No," said Laura, with emphasis. "Good child," said hfrs. .I'ocklington. "Now, listen to me. You're never to think of him againâ€"" "Manama !" “Till I tell I“ x” "A tiresome, meddlcsome fellow. Is your father in, Laura ?" . I "Yes, dear. Are you gcing to see him about t" . “\Vhy, you’re as bad as Isabel !" said Mrs. Pucklington, with feigned severily. disengaging Laura's arms from her neck. “He's neVer asked you cigher!" “No, dear; I)utâ€"-â€"” _ “The vanity of theso children! There let me go; and for goodness' sake, don’t be a cry-baby, Laura. Men hate wa- terâ€"bottles.” . Thus minin consolation and re- proof, Mrs. Poo lington took her way to her husband’s study. “I want five minutes, Robert," she said, sitting down. "It's worth a thousand pounds. a minute, my dear," said Mr: Pockling- ton, genially. laying down his pipe and his paper. “\Vhat With this strike:- "Strike !" said Mrs. Pocklington With indignation. "\Vhy do you let them strike, Robert I" "I can't help it. They want more monev." ' “Nonsense! They want tc_be taught their Catccliisms. But I didn't come to talk about that." ? “I'm sorry you didn't, my dear. 10m" views are refreshing." . "Robert, Laura’s got a fancy in her head about young George Keaton." "Oh I" "‘iiinl' dosen't tell me much.” “Well, you know all about him." "He's a very excellent young man. Not, rich.” "A pauper i" "No. Enough . . 1 “All right. If you’re satisfied. I am. But hasn't he been making a fool of himself about some woman f" "Really, Robert. haw strangely you express yourselfl_ I suppose you mean about Neacra Witt I" "Yes, that’s it. I heard some rumor." “Heard some rumorl. Of course you read every word about it, and 30$le you." over it at the Club and the House. Now haven‘t you 9" "Perhaps I have." her husband ad- mitted. "I think he's a young fool." "Am I to consider it an olsiacle l" "\Vell, what do you think yourself 1" “It's your business. Men know about that sort of thing." the. childâ€"eh?" "Yes. rather." “And he 3" "Oh. yes. or will be very soon. when he sees she is." (To Be Continued.) PURCHASING “'IVES. There are many countries in which, if a man wishes to be legally married, he has to go out and buy a. wife, though the market prices of that article varies considerably. In Uganda. you can get what you require for two or three bul- locks, or even for six good sewing needâ€" les, or perhaps a. box of percussion caps; while inferior wives can be picked up in exchange for a coat, and if one is in- different to health and beauty, for 8. pair of shoes. In the Caroline Islands wives are cheap. A father will let you marry his daughter, if you give him a little fruit or a. small present of fish, while in Samoa, matrimony runs you into pigs and canoes; among the Fi- jians, into whales' teeth and muskets. In 'Ihrtary it is best to marry beneath you (you can do it on a few ’pounds of butter), because a man who has lordly notions of a marriage with“ one of the upper ten must be an owner of horses. The aborigines of Australia manage their marriages upon a most equitable principle. If A wishes to marry B's sister, he allows him to marry his own; or if B happens to be a widower, then his daughter will do ‘ust as well. One of the most objectiona le forms of gain- ing a wife is to work for born a. habit practised among many unciyilized na- tions, its only advantage being that ‘a man can get a wife on credit, though his father-in-law takes good care that he serves his time. Among some races you have to do 'our work before you get your wife, as acob had to serve for Leah and for Rachel. Marriage by exchange and purchase is not customary among uncivdized na- tions only. In Central America and Peru :1. man has to work for his bride. 'In China a. resent is given by the father of the )ridegroom, the amount of which is agreed upon by both the families. The Japanese make use of a similar custom, though in their case, the giving of presents is the most-im- portant part of the whole marriage ceremony, for after these have been de- livered and formally accepted, neither of the contracting parties is able to go back. \Vife-purchase appears to have been the basis of Indchuropean mar- riage before the se aration of the peoâ€" ples took place. ll nu mentions the Azura form of marriage 8.8.0118 of pur- chase, and according to Aristotle the ancient Greeks were in the habit of buying their brides; for in the Homeric age a. maiden was called by a name which signified “one who brings her parents many oxen." ' The old Scandinavians believed that even the gods had paid a. price for their wives, and in Germany the expression "to purchase a wife," was in vogue unâ€" til the endof the middle ages. The old inhabitants of Ireland and \Vales were accustomed to buy their wives with; gold and silver or land. In Scrvia, at the beginning of our century, girls had reached such a price that Black George reduced their value to one duca't. Among many savage nations the equi- valents of a wife are varied and gro- tesque. Poor Bashkirs purchase theirs with cart loads of wood or hay; the Indian Kisans, with two baskets of rice and a. rupee; a. tribe in California, with half a string of dentalium shell, and among the Padams, a rude people of India, the suitor shows his inten- tions by gifts of field mice and squir- rels. _â€"â€"â€"-â€"-.â€"â€"â€"â€"â€"-_ QUEEN VICTORIA’S HANDS. "You are quite right in your sur- misc that her majesty possesses won- derfully beautiful hands, though they are by no means small for her height; that they are plump, white and unwrin- kled. \Voul‘d you like to know the rea- son 2" asked the manicure, who was beautifying my hands for a dinner party. Of course I was all attention. “\Vell, as you are doubtless aware, her majesty is a great knittcr. Indeed, she is invariably at work wil h her need- les, either at ssarfs or mittens for the poor. little vests for her great grand- children, or cot and bed quilts. The mere exercise induced by knitting, and the position assumed by the hands tends to whiten, refine and keep them a good shape, while, in the same way, the hands never look more attractive than when so employed. "Why have so many cooks prettily shaped hands and arms 2" I asked. "Simply because they do so much with them. Kneading bread is one of the best beautifich the hands can have. Where women who work much in the house usually fail to secure pretty hands is by not drying them well after each washing. and by not wearing gloves for rotiin labor, such as the cleaning of grates. Of course it is a wee bit of trouble always to put on gloves, but smooth, unwrinkled hands are worth a good deal to every woman, or should be, I think. T\VO VACANCIES. They say that Bingley runs his own tyrxewrilcr. He did try to when he first hired her. but his chief clerk cut him out and the old man served an instantaneous "git out ” writ on both of them. JUST AS HE SAID. Custom House Officerâ€"Ahal here we have it. You told me there was nothâ€" ing but wearing apparel in this trunk, and here's a gallon of brandy. Touristâ€"That's correct. and every drink in it 18 a. nightcap. I I HAD SUFFERED ENOUGH. Mr. Houlihan â€"Oi dhrempt no' ht that Oi died. a. Houlihanâ€"An‘ how long did yez lagI in Purgatory? s t. last r. Iloulilmnâ€"Dlvil a minute. Peter said to me: Ycrvkin go might inv to heaven to): wunst. Houlihnu; 0i know yer waifo. cosions. employed. Bicycling parties are organ- m" M ’Miiifiiifiii WHERE: CROWNED HEADS MAKE UP 3!" CYCLING PARTIES. .â€"â€" Emperor Nicholas or Russ“, William of Germany. [Ins of Portugal. and “0‘ Little Ring of Spain Enloy the “heel; â€"0nr Beloved Queen Blilu In a Winter Wagon Drawn by Donkeys. The wheel has many warm devotee: among the royal houses of the old world. There was a. time when horseback rid- ing was the‘sport most enthusiastically followed. but the steel steed has taken the place of the steed of flesh and blood. Horses are now used by the knights and ladies only on the most ceremonicus oc- At other times the bicycle in ized by crowned heads, and it is no un- common thing for a. troop of royal per- sonugcs to make a. trip on their wheels. From a. reliable source data has been secured showing what nicmbers of En- rope's royalty ride the wheel. Of the rulers the devotees are Emperor Nich~ olas II. of Russia; William 11. of Ger- many; King of Portugal, and the lit- tle King of Spain. A QUEEN ON A' \VHEEL. For more than a your past the Queen of Italy has ridden a. wheel and is now an expert. Owing to her great age the Queen of England is unable to en- joy the sport, and contents herself with a. low wicker wagon, which is drawn by donkeys, and which accompanies her on trips to be used whenever she de- sires a drive. Her family. however, are ardent cyclists. Practically all of the members ride. The Prince of Wales,the Princesses Maud and Victoria, Duke_ of York, Duchess of Fife. Princess Louise. Marchio'iiess Lennox and Prince Henry of Battenberg sometimes form apleas- ant wheeling party in the Royal Pro- serves of England. Equally as devoted to the wheel as the family of Queen Victoria, is that of the Emperor of all the Russias. The Grand Dukes Sergius and Paul. the lat- ter the uncle of the Czar. are fond of wheeling. The Czarovitch often' take: long bicycle rides at Turbia. The oth- er members of this family who ride are the Grand Duchess Zeniii. the Emper- or’s eldest sister; Grand Duchess Mock- l.enbu.rgâ€"Sch\vercin. daughter of Grand Duke Michael Nicolarevitch and of Prin- cess Cecelia, of Baden, and the Grand Duke Michael Nicolitrcvitch. Besides the Emperor, the House of Hchenzollern numbers several bicyc- lists. His birothcr. Prince Henry, often enjoys a. s in on the royal track.- Th‘c sport is a. o enjong by the Princess Imperial and the inccs Adalbert and Eitel-Fritz. The entire royal family of Denmark has the cycling craze. Expert riders in this family include the heir to the throne, Prince Christian, his eldest son. Prince Valdemar, who is the husband of Princess Marie d' Orleans, and broth‘ er of the ass of Russia and of the Princess of \ ales, and his other sons, Princes Aage and Axel; Princess Inge- bur , who is engaged tol’rince Fred- eri . of Schaumburgâ€"Lippe; Prince Charles, who married Princess Maud of Wales, and Prince Harold. ROYAL GREEK BICYCLERS. The same interest in cycling evinced by the Royal House of Denmark,_ is shown by the members of the Grecmn Kingoraft. The Crown Prince in a splendid rider, and-frequently accom- ies his youngest sister, Princess Mar- in, and Princes George, Christopher, Ni- cholas and Andrew on a ride. The wi- dow of Prince Rudolph, of Austria, Arch-duchcss, Stephanie, daughter of the King of Belgium, is an adept on the wheel. Prince Adolphus, husband of the Princess Louise of Orleans, is Bavaria's knightly representative on the wheel. Anion other royal personagcs in Germany t e wheel holds sway. To its power bow Princess Charlotte of RouSS' Princess Phillippc, of Saxc-Co- bur Gotha; Princess Alexandrine, _of Mcgdenburg-Schwercin; the heredit- ary Prince of Saxe-Cobur -Got_ha, and Prince Albert of Slesvig-I' olstcin. The dower Duchess of d'Aosta, in Italy.finds pleasure in wheeling Princess Eulalla. of Orleans. Duchess of Montpcnsier, of the some country, is equally an enthu- siastic, bicyclist. There are other members of the Roy- al Houses in addition to those mentioned who ride the wheel or who are tak- ing lessons to keep up with the world on the pace the bicycle has set. \VHY SOME ARE BRAVE. Admirerâ€"J cannot understand how a man can be as fearless as you are in time of danger. You are brave to reckâ€" II‘A‘SI’IIBQ. Heroâ€"Hump! If you had to go home to the sort of woman I'm mar- ried to, you'd be willing to face death. £00. A JUVENILE TASTE EXI’LAINEI). Little Boyâ€"Our cook has gone away, and I'm awful glad. Now inanima will have to make the cake, and inamma's cake is always heavy. Guestâ€"“'0”, l dcc arel Do you pro. for lit-avy cake? Little lioyâ€"Ye'sm. chewin' in one pit-cc. You get more OUT OF CONDITION. Hostessâ€"Mien Iliglilonc, won't you sin for uls'l . Ii iss iIighionu (society soprano)â€" Iu-ally, you must excuse me iii-night, I have such a cold. Hostessâ€"Mr. Lowvoice, I am sure you will sing. Mr. Low-voice (soz-iv-ty lmsso)~Pardon me, but I do not see how I can sing to- night: I haven’t a cold! . “'lIl-JRE SHE IIAD HIM. IIeâ€"Wific, there are l,()00,0i'»0.000 etara in the sky. Sheâ€"0h, there must be more than that, if you staid out last night till you had counted them. .â€".â€"â€"â€" TURN El) DOWN. Have you read my poem. " The Wprlrl in Round 7" he ianircd of the editor. Yes, sir. I have. The world may be round, but your verses are very flat. - --â€"---~~-.. . .... ‘2»4p-Ouâ€"‘v