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At times. but. ah. how rarely! we may have seen some such look as that she wore on the faces of those around us. It may be brought by a great sor- row. or be the companion of an over- whelming joy. It may announce the consummation of some sublime self- sacrifice, or convey the swift assurance of an everlasting love. It is to be found alike on the features of the hap- py mother as she kisses her new-born babe. and on the pallid countenance of the saint sinking to his rest. The sharp moment that brings us nearer God, and goes nigh to piercing the veil that hids His presence, is the occas- ion that calls it into being. It is a beauty born of the murmuring sound of the harps of heaven; it is the light of the eternal lamp gleaming faint- ly through its earthly casket. This spirit-look. before which all wickedness must feel ashamed, had found a home in Angela's gray eyes. was a strange nobility about her. Whe- ther it dwelled in the stately form. or on the broad brow. or in the large glance of the deep eyes,- it is not pos- sible to say; but it was certainly a. part of herself as self-evident as her face or features. She might well have She was tall beyond the ordinary height of woman, and possessed unâ€" usual beauty of form. that the tight. fitting gray dress she wore was well} calculated to display. Her complex- ion. which was of a dazzling fairness. was set off by the darkness of the lashes that curled over the deep gray eyes. The face itself was rounded and very lovely, and surmounted by an am- ple forehead. whilst her hair, which was twisted into a massive knot, was of a tinge of chestnut gold. and mark- ed with deep-set ripples. The charm of her face. however, did not, as is so often the case, begin and end with its. physical attractions. There was more much more. in it than that. But how} is it possible to describe on paper a] presence at once so full of grace and, dignity. of the soft loveliness of- wo~§ man. and of a higher and more spirit-' ual beauty? There hangs in the Louâ€"i vre a picture by Raphael, which re- Presents a saint passing with light steps over the prostrate form of a dragon. There is in that heaven- in- spireul face, the equal of which has been rarely, if ever. put on canvas, a blend- ing of earthly beauty and of the calm,! awe-compelling spirit-gazeâ€"that gaze. that holy dignity which can only come! to such as are in truth and in deed! “pure in heart"â€"-that will give to those : who hnow it a better idea of what,I Angela was like than any written de-§ scription. . ; run: “Truth in her might. beloved, Grand in her sway; Truth with her eyes. beloved. Clearer than day; Holy and pure. beloved. Spotless and free; Is there one thing. beloved. Fairer than thee!" Mr. Fraser absently sat down the tea that Angela was giving him. when we took the liberty to describe her per- sonal appearance. “Now. Angela. read a little.” “What shall I read 9" ‘l'th! anything ycu like; please your- .00 , e to be wept ovex: b a. lovely woman; 330:“ be nonaensxca ; I am only goâ€" i for .9. few months.” :3: this intelligence she pulled up a. I . . "0h." she said. between her gobs. “but you frightened me! How could pub aocruel! Where ere you go- ; AA.“ “Completed. Mr. Fraser !" said Ange- Ie. open-eyed. “Do you mean to say that 1 run to stoi) now just as I have begun to learn 2" "My dear. you have learned every- thing that I can teach you. and. be- sides. I am going away the day after to-morrow.” "Going awar. !" and then end there, without the a nghtest warning. Angela â€"who. for all her beauty and learmng. very much resembled the rest of her sexâ€"burst into tears. Thus enjoined. she went to a. book- shelf. and, takin' down two volumes, handed one to l\ r. Fraser. and then, opening her copy at hep-hazard, .an- nounced the page to her companion. and. sitting down._ began to read. “Como. come. Angola." said Mr. Fras- or. in a voicg mopnt. tp be gruff, but 0113 succoodmg 19 being husky. for. 0d y enough. it IS trynqg even to a. clorgyxpan on_ the wgong gndvot middle What sound is this, now soft and mel- odious as the sweep of a summer gale over asouthern sea. and now again like to the distant. stamp and rush and break of the wave of battle? \Vhat can it be but the roll of those mag- nificent hexameters with which Hom- er charms a listening world And rarely have English lips given them with a justencadence. “Stop. my dear. shut up your book; you are as good a Greek scholar as I can make you. Shut up your book (or the last time. You education. my dear Angela. is satisfactorily complet- ed?! hays auqcpedgd with you_â€"â€"" “You are trying to make me vain. You forget that whatever I know. which is just enough to show me how much [have to learn. I have learned from you. As for being your super‘ ior in mathematics. I don't think that. as a clergyman. you should make such a statement. Here is your tea.” And the owner of the voice came forward into the ring of light. the inspiration of the lines that CH A PTE R XVI .â€"(_‘ontinued. . “I have educated you thus, Angela, partly by accident and partly by de- sign. You will remember when you began to come here some ten years sinceâ€"you were a little thing then-â€" and I had offered to give you some teaching. because you interested me. and I saw that you were running wild in mind and body. But. when I had undertaken the task [was somewhat puzzled how to carry it out. It is one thing to offer to educate a little girl, and another to do it. Not know- ing where to begin. I fell back upon the Latin grammer, where I had be- gun myself. and so by degrees you slid into the curriculum of a classical and mathematical education. Then. after a year or two. I perceived your power of work and your great natural :zbil- ity, and I formed a design. I said to myself, ‘I will see how far a woman cultivated under favorable conditions can go. I will patientl' teach this girl till the literature 0 Greece and Rome becomes as familiar to her as her mother-tongue. till figures and sym- bols hide no mysteries from her, till she can read the heavens like a book. I will teach her mind to follow the sac- ret ways of knowledge. I will train it till it can soar above its fellows like a falcon above sparrows.’ Angela, my proud design. pursued steadily through niany.years. has been at length ac- complished; your bright intellect has risen to the strain I have. put upon it. and you are at this moment one of the best all-round scholars of my acquaint- ance." She flushed to the eyes at this high praise. and was about to speak,~ but he stepped her with a motion of the hand. and went on: _ “I have recognized in teaching you a fact but too little known. that a classical education, properly under- stood, is the foundation of all learn- ing. There is little that is worth say- ing which has not already been beauti- fully said by the ancients, little that is worthy of meditation on which they have not already profoundly reflected. save. indeed. the one great subject of Christian meditation. This founda- tion, my dear Angela, you ossess to an eminent degree. Hence orth you will need no assistance from me or any other man. for. to your trained mind. all ordinary knowledge w111_be easy to assimilate. You will receive in the course of a few days a parting present from myself in the shape of a box of carefully chosen books on Eu- ropean literature and history. Devote yourself to the study of these, and of the German language. which was your mother’s native tongue, for the next year, and then Ishall consider that you are fairly finished. and then, too, my dear Angela, I shall expect to reap a full reward for my labors.” “$Vhat is it that you will expect of me " “I shall expect. Angela," and he rose from his chair and walked up and down the room in his excitementâ€"“I shall expect to see you take your proper place in your generation. I shall say: ‘Choose your own line, become a criti- cal scholar, a practical mathematician, orâ€"and perhaps that is what you are most suited for with your imaginative powersâ€"a writer of fiction. For re- member that fiction, properly under- stood and directed to worthy aims, is the noblest and most far-reaching. as it is also the most difficult of the arts.’ In watching the success that will assur- edly attend you in this or any other line. I shall be amply rewarded for my trouble." - . “Well, my dear, I must not keep you any longerâ€"it is quite dark and blow- ing a gale of windâ€"except to say one more word. Remember that all this isâ€"indirectly, perhaps, but still none the less trulyâ€"a means to an end. There are two educations. the educa- tion of the mind and the education of the soul; unless you minister to the latter. all the time and toil nt up- on the former will prove to li tle pur- pose. The learning will, it is true. re- main' but it will be as that uartz use. will serve only to feedthe swine of intellectual volu tuousness and in- - fidelity. {t .‘9- beligze me, the higher “Your mind, on the other hand, has been daily saturated with the noblest thoughts of the intellectual giants of two thousand years ago, and would in that respect he as much in place in a well-educated Grecian maiden living before the time of Christ as in an Eng- lish_ girl of the nineteenth century. ___1- be impossible.” Something warned Angela not to pursue the subject. . . . “Now, Angela, I believe that it IS usual. on flhe occasion of the severance. of a scholastic connection, to deliver something in the nature of a farewell oration. Well. I am not going to do that, but I want you to listen to a few words." She did not answer, but, drawing a. stool-to the corner of the fireplace. she wiped her eyes and sat down al- most at his feet. clasping her knees with her hands, and gazing rather sad- ly into the fire. “You have, dear Angela,” he began, “been educated in a somewhat unusual way, with the result that. after ten years of steady work that has been always interesting. though somewhat arduous. you have acquired informa- tion denied to the vast majority of your sex, whislt at the same time you could be put to blush in many things by a school-girl of fifteen. For instance. though I firmly believe that you could at the present moment take a double first at the university, your knowledge of English literature is almost nil. and your history of the weakest. All a woman's ordinary accomplishments, such as drawmg. playing. singing, have. of necessnty been to a great extent neg- lected, since [was not able to teach them to you myself, and: you have had to be uided solely by books and the light 0 nature in giving to them such t1m_e_ as you could spare. .I L-_ Angela shook her head with a gesture of doubt. but he did not wait Tor her to answer. ing a holiday.” “I with you would take you." Mr. Fraser colored slight eye brightened. He sighed wered: “I am afraid, my dear, th .red slightly, and his He sighed as he ans- THE DURHAM CHRONICLE. November 25. 1897. that it would vvsv y“;â€" true. re- L'Yes, Pigott told me that he had ' uartz come. He has been away a long 'a read While. ” orn. t “When did you last see him?" no 890d “When I was about" thuteon. I bo- with Did she but guess it. the still recesses of her heart already tremble to the footfall of one now drawing near; out of the multitude of the lines around her, a. life is marked to mingle with her own. She does not know it, but as the first reflection of the (lawn strikes the unconscious sky and shodows the homing of its king. the red.f.lush to her brow tells of girlhood's tw111ght that now so often springs unbidden ended, and proclaims the advent of woman’s life and love. His daughter stepped, and a look of blank astonshmenit spread itself over .her face. She had not been called in- to that study for years. She entered. however. as hidden, Her father, who was seated at his writing-table, which was piled up with account-books, did not greatly differ in appearance from What he was when we .last saw him twenty years ago. HIS frame had grown more massive, and acquired a Slight stoop, but he was still a young Dowerfulâ€"looking man, and certainly did not appear a day more than his age of forty-two. The eyes, however, so long as no one was looking at them. had contracted a concentrated stare, as though they were eternally gazing at some object in space, and this appear- ance was rendered the more marked by an apparently permanent puckering of the skin of the forehead. The mo- ment, however. that they came under the fire of anybody else's optics, and. oddily enough more particularly those of his own daughter. the stare Vanish- ed, and they grew shifty and uncer- tain to a curious degree. “Do you know that I saw your cou- 3111 George yesterday? He is back at last at Isleworth.” “Don't be a fool; look like other peo- ple. Now I want to speak to you. In the first place, I find that the house- hold expenditure for the last year was three hundred and fifty pounds. That is more than I can afford; it must not exceed‘three hun_dre_d this year." lieve; biafore he lost the election: and went away." “He has been down here several times since then. __ I wonder that you “I will do my best to keep the ex- penses down, father; but I can as- assure you that there is no money wasted now." Then, came a pause. which, after humming and hawing a little, Philip was the first to break. day. “An ela," called her father ope . as he 6heard her footsteps passnng 1:: study, “come in here; I want to spe to you." Philip was employed in adding up Something when his daughter entered, and he motioned to her to sit down. She did so, and fixed her great gray ees on him with some curiosity. The effect was remarkable; her father fidâ€" geted.. made a mistake in his calcula- tions. glanced all round the room with his shifty eyes, ah. how changed from those hold black orbs with which Maria Lee fell in love four-and-twenty years ago! and finally threw down his pen lwith an exclamation that would have shocked Angela had she understood. it‘. “How often. Angela, have I asked you not to stare me out of coun- tenance! It. is a most unladylike trick of yours. " She blushed painfully. "I beg your pardon; I forgot. I will look out of the window." The winter months passed away slowly for Angela, but not by any means un- happily. Though she was quite alone and missed Mr. Fraser sadly, she found considerable consolation in his pre- sent of books, and in the thought that she was getting a good hold of her new subjects of study. And then came the wonder of the spring with its rush of budding life, and who, least of all An- gela could be sad in spring~time? But nevertheless that spring marked an important change in our heroine, for it was during its sweet hours, when, having put her books aside, she would roam alone. or in company with her ravens through the flower-starred woods around the lake .that a feeling of restlessness, amounting at times al- most to dissatisfaction, took posses- sion of her. Indeed, as the weeks crept on and she drew near the com- pletion of her twentieth year, she re- alized with a sigh that she could no longer call herself a girl, and began to feel that her life was incomplete. that something was wanting in it. And this was what was wanting in Angela's life; she had, if we except her nurse, no one to love, and she had so much love to give! “Pray G‘Jod I have not mt it off too long," he said to himsel . “And now for to-morrow’s sermon. Sleep for the young! laughter for the happy! work for old folksâ€"work, work, work I" And thus it was that Angela became a scholar. Aha szvéhewilvent homeyvard through the wind and storm, httle knowing that she left her master to struggle w1th a tempest far more tremendous than that which raged ayound‘her.‘ . A'sâ€" for_ him; aQYhe door closed he gm: a. sigh‘ O_f‘ relief. . uvâ€"vâ€"w' â€"â€"â€"‘ v o. “How shall I e er learn to be grate- ful enough for all I owe you” : \Vhat should I8 have been now but for you! How glood and patient )Ou have been to me )9 This embrace affected the clergyman strangely ; he ut his hand_ to his heart, and a troublec? look came Into his eyes. Thrusting her gently away from him, he sat down. ”Angelâ€"afrhe said, presently“ “go away now, dear, I‘am ured toâ€"mght; I shall see you at church to-morrow to‘say good-bye‘fl _ 11 I- V-V'” vuv - vw- EfiJe‘Eppreciation ofv-Iâ€"Iis pttributeE as exempllfied in His mystenes and 833‘“)- ly wonders. . But perhaps that .18 a -“vv - ‘- -u-w Angela's answer to this long oration was a simple one. She rose. slowly from her low seat, and, puttln her hands Upon Mr. Fraser’s shou ders, kissed him on the forehead qnd said: Christian the real an}! offllezkrning is ('HAI.‘TER XVII. pa‘llof ngw. 9nd she 9.53me with} you." Philip smiled incredulously. “Then I suppose I must explain. If you ever take the trouble to look at yourself in the glass, you will proba- bly see that Nature has been very kind to you in the matter of good looks; nor are you by any means de- ficient in brains. Your cousinGeorge i svery fond of a pretty woman, and. to be plain. what I want you to do is to make use of your advantages to of your advantages to get him under your thumb and persuade him into selling the property.” "You idiot. I don't want you to marry him; I only want you to make a fool of him. Surely, being of the sex you are. you won't find that on uncongenial occupation." éngels’s blualges _ho,d given guy __t_o “01).! fumeâ€"r. how' can you!" ejacu- Inge} Aqgglq. i_n_an__agony_ of shame. “Listen." answered her father, ner-' vously tapping his pencil on the ac-! count book before him. “George is not very fond of Isleworthâ€"in fact, he rather dislikes it: but like all the Caresfoots he does not care about‘ parting with” landed property. and, ‘ though we appear to be good friends. he hates me too much ever to consent. under ordinary circumstances, to sell i it to me. It is to you I look to over-2 come that objection." s “I 9 HOW?" “You are a woman. and ask me how you should get the blind side of a man!" “Curse Mrs. Jakes' mother! Nollid." but a woman would have interruPted with such nonsense. Listen. Yfm must have heard how I was disinherit- ed on account of my marriage with your mother, and the Isleworth esâ€" tates left to your cousin George, and how, with a refined ingenuity. he was forbidden to bequeath them back to me or to my children. But mark this, he is not forbidden to sell them to me: no doubt the old man never dreamed that I should have the money to buy them; but you see I have al- most enough." “How did you get so much moneYt” Get it! First. I took the old plate my grandfather bought, and sold it. I had no right to do it, but I could not aford to have so much capital lying idle. It fetched nearly five thousand pounds. \Vith thisI speculated suc- cessfully. In two years I had eighteen thousand. The eighteen thousand I invested in a fourth share in a coal- mine, when money was scarce and coals cheap. Coals rose enormously just then, and in five years’ time I sold my share to the co-holders for eighty-two thousand, in addition to twenty-one thousand received by way of interest. Since then I have not spe- culated. for fear my luck should desert me. I have simply allowed the money to accumulate on money and other in- vestments, and bided my time, for I have sworn to have those estates back before I die. It is for this cause that I have toiled and thought and screwed and been cut by the whole neighbor- hood for twenty years; but now I think. with your help, my time is comâ€" 1113.?! “With my help. wish me to do?” “That is six thousand pounds a Year at, four per cent.," commented Angela. without a moment's hesita- tion. “Then I really think you might put a flue into the old greenhouse. and allow a shilling a week to Mrs. Jakes’ mother.” than I do; but I keep good friends with him for all that. and you must do the same. Now, look here. Angela. will you promise to keep a secret?" “Yes, father, if you wish it." “Well, then. I appear to be a poor man. don’t. I? And remember.” he added. hastily, “that with household expenses I am poor; but as a matter of fact"â€"and here he sunk his valce. and glanced BuSpiciously roundâ€"“I am worth at this moment nearly one hundred and fifty thousand pounds in hard cash." the man got very wet. The wetting gave him a cold. The cold, neglected, developed to a cough. The cough sent him to a bed of sickness. A dose of Ayer's Cherry Pectoral, taken at the start, would have nipped the cold in the bud, and saved the sickness, suffering, and expense. The household remedy for colds, coughs, and all lung troubles is Ayer’s Send for the “ Curebook.” 100 pages free. 1. C. Ayer Co. Lowell. Mass. In the... Rain Storm do not in the least understand Cherry Pectorai. What is if. that you to eating buttercups. and, as a result, a. small boy at Pittsburg d16d a few days ago. The poisonous flowers are buttercups, celandine, wood anemone. daffodils, narcissus, lily, snowdrop. ‘on- quil, wild hyacinth, monk's hood, ox- glove, nightshade, briony, mezerone and nonbuio. -- v..â€" _J WV. "11'” “U ,0“ think hi Rants 8' Little Dot. utter a glance at tho organ-grindarâ€"I guess he wants to borrow some sotp. i A N i m 0‘ “mm" and Po. mm 1 Imu- HI halo i 0m 01 “will and IN snutllun. As you stand here (it) this hill and look down into the valley your eyes never rested on a more peaceful scene. 3 It is five miles down to where you see the shimmer of the lake under this at- {ternoon sun. It is a mile from this Ehkll acruss to the sides of the wooded ; mauntazu. As 30 many saladq are .now maria from flowers even chlldren have taken The plague of fire or sword would have wrought less destruction. The wrath of. the cyclone is the wrath of the Creator. a balloon in a still sky at first. Now it is movingâ€"whirling about like a great wheelâ€"advancing up the valley! There is a distant moaningâ€"nearerâ€" nearerâ€" and now Death himself bounds over the tree tops hiding the lake and strikes into the valley with a mad shriek to sound the alarm. A cannon fall could scarcely have kept pace with it. And now you look down into the va'ley again. It is still avalley, shut in by the rugged ranges which have defied the wrath of Heaven for centuries, but what. of the houses. treesâ€"those who slept and those who worked? Wreckâ€"ruinâ€" death; There are a few wounded, there are many dead. Not a house. tree nor fence is left standing. Even the headboards marking the graves in the little ceme- tery have been rent and riven and car- ried afar. Scarcely a minute has passed since you. sa_w _t_he clpud. I_t__see_me.d hanging like You look down into the valley and cry out, but it is in vain. Your voice is lost before it reaches the fields and farm-houses. Old men sleep on; young men whistle as they work. With that blue sky overhead. and that glad sun- shine bathing the earth, even the boom of a great cannon would not startle man or beast. Down teyond the lake a cloud sud- denly appears in the blue. afternoon sky. It seems at first as if one of the tree tops had suddenly leen thrust upward, but it rapidly enlarges. Once before you saw a similar cloud. and the recollection makes you chill. Its cen- ter is a blueâ€"black; its edges are fray- ed and ragged and tangled. As you; gaze at it. your breath coming faster and your pulses throbbing. it seems as if a giant hand, holding a giant pen. was thrust forward to write the word “Death!" in letters of fire across thq face of the cloud. SOMETHING TO ALARM. The blue bird had ceased her song. the chirping of the cricket beside the great rock is heard no more. You can almost feel something like a shudder in these trees, up which the u ild grape vines are climbing in such profusion. There is no change down in the valley. No shadow of danger has crept into the open door of the school-house to give warning. \Vhat's that! \"e face down the valley with a start of surprise. No one has shouted. No one is near. There was no sound. And yet there was How quiet everything Ls! The smoke curls lazily up from half a dozen farm- horse sgrazing in the fields; now and Ihorses grazing in the fields; now and then you catch sight of a farmer mov- ing about. Down there in that grove is a. school house, and a dozen or more children have just been called in from recess. Heaven never created a more perfect June day. It would be hard to find in all the world a more beam tiful spot. Every tree in that. valley is in full bloom. There is just ataint stir of air, now and then. and it brings up to us the odor of flowers and blos- Little Dotâ€"Oh. momma. the organ :rinder'a monkey in at the window. an' L6 has a. little round box in his bond. Mommaâ€"“Yell. my pet. what do you lain]: h- m-_a.-o “Angela," said her father. with as much temper as he ever showed now. “let me tell you that you are a silly fool; you are more, you are an incum- banoe. “Your birth.” he added bitter- ly. “robbed me of your mother. nad the fact of your being a girl deprived our branch of the family of their rights. Now that you have grown up, you pre- fer to gratify your whims rather that! help me to realize the object of my life by a simple course of action that could do no one any harm. I never asked you to commit yourself in any way. \Vell, well, it is What I must expect. We have not seen much of each other heretofore, and perhaps the less we meet in the future the better." “You have no right to talk to me so." she answered with flashing eyes. “though I am your daughter, and it is cowardly to reproach me with my birth, my sex. and my dependence. Am I responsible for any of these things! But I will not burden you long. And as to what you wanted me to do, and tihnk such a little of, I ask you. is it what my poor mother would have wish- ed her daughterâ€"â€"" to explain; I had rather go blind than use my eyes for such a shameful pur- Here Pbiiip abruptly rose and left the room and the house. (To Be Continued ) CERTAIN POISONOUS F LO\VERS THE CYCLOI'E '8 PA L H. W'ANTS VS. NEEDS IT IS COMING ! \VilYS 011 FREsII given “'00 times. B‘lzmnel :ll (V